human
My worthy friend, we cannot do better than sink our Columbiad in these high grounds.
gpt
To get nearer to the moon, perhaps?
human
Not exactly, replied Barbicane, smiling;
gpt
You are right, sir, struck in Murchison, the engineer;
human
I wish we were at the first stroke of the pickaxe,
gpt
And I wish we were at the _last_,