human
Listen, O father of gods and men, she said.
gpt
What is that sound which you hear rising from the earth?
human
It sounds to me, replied Jupiter,
gpt
It is I, replied Ceres sternly;
human
I, of old their best friend. Never shall spear of grass or blade of corn show above the ground, never shall blossom or fruit appear on any tree, until my beloved daughter is brought back to me from the realm of Pluto.