human
You understand all these books, Master Lamont?
gpt
Of course, fool.
human
What language is this?
gpt
Latin.
human
And this?
gpt
Spanish.
human
And this?
gpt
Italian. No common mind collected these books, Fritz.
human
The master that's dead--father of him who sleeps in the next room.
gpt
Yes. His father was a great scholar, I've heard.
human
A various scholar, Fritz, if these books are an epitome of his mind. Love, philosophy, gloomy wanderings in dark paths--here we have them all. The lights and shadows of life. Which way runs your taste, fool?
gpt
I love the light, of course. What use in being a fool if you don't know how to take advantage of your opportunities?
human
Well said. Let us indulge a little. These poets are sly rascals. They take unconscionable liberties, and play with women's beauty as other men dare not do.
gpt
It does not escape even you, Master Lamont.
human
What does not escape me, fool?
gpt
Woman's beauty, Master Lamont.
human
Have I not eyes in my head and blood in my veins? asked Pierre Lamont.
gpt
It warms me like wine to know that I and the loveliest woman for a hundred miles round are caged within the same roof.
human
She has caught you too, eh? Now, who would have thought it? Two of the cleverest lawyers in the world fixed with one arrow! Beauty is a divine gift, Master Lamont. To possess it is almost as good as being born a fool.
gpt
I shall lie awake and read love-verses. Listen to Zappi, fool.
human
A hundred pretty little loves, in fun, Were romping; laughing, rioting one day.
gpt
Wrong, Fritz, wrong. His face would beam, and he would listen for the continuation of the poem.