I was wondering last night why stuff on my laptop was running slow, and I only just now discovered the cause: on Monday (?) I had randomly decided to start training char-rnn on Dunnett again, this time on the whole Lymond series instead of just the first two, and then I completely forgot about it, and now it’s done 11 full passes over the data and can produce eerie, frequently grammatical simulacra of Lymond dialogue:
‘I thought you brought her to his tale of the angle.’
‘But the planfour woman,’ he said carefully, ‘that Archie has left the treftileness of women. They have no wish to be tongues.’
‘I really didn’t want a message from his grace,’ said Sir George Douglas’s torn voice, ‘that I am told you think you have rather meant that I must blind against the King of France and for your highest banquet.’
‘I haven’t trusted them,’ Philippa said. ‘And so played to him he might prove it. It has noticed that it may have weight. Only the garrison of the Queen is dead. There’s no need to ancience whom and she had so considered what they wore rather proud to believe that she would be dead. Is it not enough of you?’
‘The company of me,’ Lymond said.
‘You would have gentlemen,’ said Jerott. ‘They have no more than in all that, in the end of the day, the young man did what he die.’
(next one’s with a lower “temperature”)
“No. Lady Culter and I shall not be able to forget him,” said Christian. “And if the sensitive information is to tell you to do the rest of the beauty of a subject of a personal six miles or the special standard of a service and because I was to be there to see the other weakness.”
“Or do you think?”
“I want to be deaded and delivered to the Somervilles. I see nothing of the tapers and the craphie, but the bloody daughter was there.”
“Oh, don’t hear that,” said Lymond, “do you want to fight to face the English out of the child?”
“I don’t recover the same time,” said Sybilla. “I didn’t know that. I should find a city, and it is a trick with a little boat in the night. It was the mother of the Constable of France, who can return home to the Tartars.”
“What do you think it would do that?” said Lymond. “As you arrived at the best, you will find it distressing on the same reason.”
“Well, if you want to recover, I shall go to the end of the river of money. It was in the same time, and I am sure you will find out if you were also a hollow man.”
