human
Yes, old comrade in a life of folly, he cried.
gpt
The moon is full to-night, and you know it is her fault. Hers are the fiery drops that make your eyes water and my eyes shine. I, to whom she has revealed her secret springs of knowledge and beauty, you, who have not fifty words to your tongue--I, who feel her gentle influence pervading forest and meadow, tower and town, you, who feel only the terror of her nocturnal power that brings you to your fellows, you, the village dotard, I, the king of the world; we have one mother, old man, and that's the Moon! You see and fear the great white spaces that flit before your eyes; I know and love her cloudy caverns of mystery and wonder.
human
Who are you? whispered old Canthrop.
gpt
Go away!
human
A minute, a minute. I am what you will, Death, Destiny, a Poet. Is John Gaffekin here?
gpt
Are you....
human
I am the same. Ask nothing more. My dear--a drink round to all, for our farewell.