human
Do you throw your poems down there?
gpt
Of course, said Avrillia.
human
I write them on rose-leaves, you know--
gpt
Oh, yes!
human
Petals, I mean, of course, continued Avrillia,
gpt
But there isn't any bottom,
human
No, there's no real bottom, conceded Avrillia, patiently,
gpt
But there aren't any sides to it, either!
human
Oh, these literal people! she said, half to herself. Then she continued, still more patiently,
gpt
Isn't it just as easy to imagine sides as a bottom? Well, as I was saying, if I write them fast enough to fill it up--I mean if one should stick, of course--somebody a hundred years from now may come along and notice one of my poems; and then I shall be Immortal.