human
Without my friends, my symphony would have been left unwritten.
gpt
And it was a perfect success,
human
Success is never perfect, he returned a little sadly.
gpt
Its merit must lie in its incompleteness, for that just urges us on to something beyond. The success on which we rest, is no better than a failure. Some day, I shall begin my ideal symphony; but, by the time I have reached my final _Maestoso_, I shall have learned that my ideal has moved on again beyond my reach.
human
In other words, a real genius is nothing but an artistic butter-fingers, Bobby commented irreverently.
gpt
Stop your German philosophizing, Arlt, and help us enjoy the present by playing your _Scherzo_. Thayer says it is by far the best thing you have ever done.