How much, thought I, has each of these volumes, now thrust aside with such indifference, cost some aching head! how many weary days! how many sleepless nights! How have their authors buried themselves in the solitude of cells and cloisters; shut themselves up from the face of man, and the still more blessed face of nature; and devoted themselves to painful research and intense reflection! And all for what? to occupy an inch of dusty shelf—to have the title of their works read now and then in a future age, by some drowsy churchman or casual straggler like myself; and in another age to be lost, even to remembrance. Such is the amount of this boasted immortality. A mere temporary rumor, a local sound; like the tone of that bell which has just tolled among these towers, filling the ear for a moment—lingering transiently in echo—and then passing away like a thing that was not.posted by stbalbach at 12:46 PM on February 28, 2010 [8 favorites]
Kid Charlemagne:I think you hypothetical AI is doomed to either give you the same answers you'd have gotten to begin with, or to cry wolf so much that no one trusts it.I'm much more optimistic about AI. Human brains can be fairly good at pattern recognition, even complicated and nuanced pattern recognition, but much/most of it is done subconsciously. When something does or does not fit a pattern, you're initially having to rely on a gut feeling without necessarily consciously understanding what is causing it.
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