human
Will your voices tell me anything?
gpt
Impatience, she answered,
human
You admit that there _are_ frauds in your profession, then?
gpt
Oh, dear, yes! she smiled back at him.
human
It lends itself so easily to fraud that the temptation among the little people must be overwhelming--the more because trickery is often more accurate than real revelation. I will confess to you that this is the rock upon which my powers and my mission seem sometimes most likely to split. But I console myself by thinking that all of us, great as well as small, must be on the verge of it sometimes. Let me draw you a parallel. Perhaps you know something of the old alchemists. They had laid hold on the edge of chemistry. But because that truth came confused, because they all had things by the wrong handle, a thousand of them confused truth with error until, in the end, they did not know right from wrong. This force in which you and I are interested is a little like chemistry--it may be called mental and spiritual chemistry. But because it deals with the unseen, not with the seen, it is a thousand times more uncertain and baffling. We have ears, eyes, touch--a great equipment--to perceive gold, silver, stones, trees, water. But we have only this mind, a mystery even to ourselves, to perceive an idea, a concept. I wish that I could express it better --she broke off suddenly--
gpt
Then you say, returned Norcross with one of his characteristic shifts to childlike abruptness,