human
I am going home, Robbie, he said.
gpt
I am going home where I hope to meet the mother that bore ye and that ye never saw, and who gave her life for ye, and before I go I want ye to promise me something, laddie. I want ye to promise me something--will ye do it, Robbie? Will ye promise it?
human
I will promise, father.
gpt
Blessed are those who honour their father and their mother, for their days will be long in the land,
human
Well, Robbie, the times are strange, and men are talking of revolution, and overthrowing governments, and of war that will be needed to bring all that about. I am a dying man, Robbie, and what do all their present charges and revolutions seem to me. Ah, nothing more, lad, than the crimples on the lake when the wind blows, or than the billows when the storm rages--a boat or ship may go down with its load of souls, but when the wind is at rest again, all is as before.