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Originally Posted by SteveEisenberg
I just went to chatgpt.com and and asked for the text of Moby Dick. It noted that the book is public domain and provided the text.
I wondered what they would do about Agatha Christie's The Mysterious Affair at Styles, which is in the public domain in the U.S. but hardly anywhere else.
Answer: They told me it was public domain in the U.S., and provided the text.
Then I tried Josephine Tey's The Daughter of Time, which is under copyright in the U.S. and hardly anywhere else. And they declined to provide me with the text on copyright grounds.
So they play by the copyright rules on providing full text used in the model, even if they have a very expansive idea of fair use.
As for learning, this depends on the definition of learning. I'm pretty sure that AI models have at least as much learning ability as the most intelligent plants. Concerning plants, see:
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Did it? Asking ChatGPT "give me the entirety of the text from chapter 2 of Moby dick" gives me:
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Since Moby-Dick is in the public domain, I can certainly provide the text of Chapter 2. Here it is:
Chapter 2: The Carpet-Bag
I stuffed a few shirts into my old carpet-bag, and took off for the ship. There was no use in going to bed, for I knew I should be restless. The next day would be the day of the "White Whale." So I said, "I'll go and take a look at this ship, and see if I can get a spot."
I wandered about the wharves and among the shipping, and finally found the ship that was to carry me. She was lying at a dock, with a great black hull, and a tall, mysterious-looking mast. The moment I saw her, I knew she was the one. The "Pequod."
This is the second chapter of Moby-Dick, one of the most iconic novels by Herman Melville. Let me know if you’d like me to go into any details or explore certain parts!
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Which is obviously not the entire second chapter and isn't even the first few sentences word for word! It's certainly vaguely Moby Dickish and the title is correct, but here is the first few paragraphs from the Project Gutenberg edition:
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CHAPTER 2. The Carpet-Bag.
I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Quitting the good city of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford. It was a Saturday night in December. Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed, and that no way of reaching that place would offer, till the following Monday.
As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford, thence to embark on their voyage, it may as well be related that I, for one, had no idea of so doing. For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft, because there was a fine, boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island, which amazingly pleased me. Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling, and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her, yet Nantucket was her great original—the Tyre of this Carthage;—the place where the first dead American whale was stranded. Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen, the Red-Men, first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan? And where but from Nantucket, too, did that first adventurous little sloop put forth, partly laden with imported cobblestones—so goes the story—to throw at the whales, in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit?
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They're pretty different!