human
What is it all about?
gpt
Don't know, replied the Maker.
human
Didn't think he had it in him.
gpt
Your remarks, Mr. Ruskin, said the host,
human
All my works in a week! cried Ruskin.
gpt
Sir, my works require loving thought and lingering tender care. You must get up early in the morning with them, you must watch the drapery of the clouds at sunrise when you read them, you must take them into the fields at spring-time and mark, as you meditate on the words of the printed page, the young leaflets breathing low in the sunshine. Then, as the thoughts grow and glow in the pure ether of your mind--hock, if you please--you will rise above the things of the earth, your wings will expand, you will care for nothing of the mean and practical--I will take a little more duckling--your faculties will be woven into a cunning subordination with the wondrous works of Nature, and all will be beautiful alike, from a blade of grass to a South American forest.
human
There are very good forests in the Sierra Nevada, said Mr. Beck, who had just understood the last words;
gpt
That, Mr. Beck, is what you will get from a study of my works. But a week--a week, Mr. Beck!
human
My time was limited, Mr. Ruskin, and I hope to go through your books with more study, now I have had the pleasure of meeting you. What I was going to say was, that I am sorry not to be able to talk with you gentlemen on the subjects you like best, because things have got mixed, and I find I can't rightly remember who wrote what.
gpt
Thank goodness!