The word “frugality” was giving me trouble. I was working on a poem about it for the now-closed Virtues project at Thanks-Giving Square. These are the 40, for which I contributed 14. Alphabetically, the first is “charity,” the last “wisdom.” In between are 38 great qualities to nurture. Here is another list, with little overlap. Another… The cardinal virtues, historically and philosophically bound from Aristotle onward, are prudence, justice, courage, and temperance, the idea being that all others grow from these. I believe that most people have their own lists, too. A friend wildly overtips because he gets to know the servers in restaurants he visits on trips, for example, and explains that they can really use the extra. His practice introduced me to the concept of generosity in new ways that I try not to forget. One son does the same thing, based on the principle that his kids leave a horrific mess.
But being frugal needed some help because, frankly, I’m cheap, which is not the same thing. I don’t think I used to be. Years ago, my aunt would give me her hand-me-downs. She had some money and few expenses, and she thought nothing of spending $600 on a dress or more on a suit. These were beautiful, well-made clothes that I wouldn’t have even known where to buy. My shopping was at the big stores at malls—Penney’s, Dillard’s, not Sears. I’d been into Neiman’s and Nordstrom’s but just to look. When she passed away, I inherited all her things and still have most, but one does need new clothes occasionally. Just not the $600 kind. I learned to thrift. A different blog for that, on thrifting.
So, on one hand, shopping in this way is frugal, which has to do with being careful with resources. Here’s a bit more etymology: originally dative of frux (plural fruges) “fruit, produce,” figuratively “value, result, success” (from PIE root *bhrug- “to enjoy,” with derivatives referring to agricultural products). On the other hand, I’m in a self-imposed program to stop shopping.
My actual topic today is ChatGPT. See the first sentence on “I was having trouble…” I’d heard that prompts are the key, so I asked for a sonnet about frugality in the style of Shakespeare:
Sonnet: On Frugality
When golden wealth in tempests comes and goes,
And fickle Fortune spins her shifting wheel,
The wise doth plant where modest virtue grows,
And reaps content no thief can ever steal.
Not clad in silks nor fed at lavish feasts,
But by the candle’s glow and humble fare,
The frugal soul finds peace, though others cease
To see the worth in things both plain and rare.
Why chase the wind for coin that slips the hand,
When thrift doth build a fortress stout and sure?
The richest heart needs not a golden band,
But stores its joy in treasures that endure.
Thus live with less, yet have the world entire—
A steady flame, not false consuming fire.
And it came immediately. The Frost test was perhaps more derivative:
The Quiet Way
I took the path the leaner folk had worn,
Through rustling fields and under frugal skies,
Where every leaf was kept, not brushed or torn,
And worth was weighed in use, not in disguise.
A cabin stood with weathered boards grown gray,
Its hearth not cold, but calm with tempered flame—
No gilded frame to chase the light away,
No need to boast, no hunger after name.
The man who lived there brewed his tea with care,
Reused the string, and knew the value well
Of mending coats, of breathing thrifted air,
Of stories told with more than coin to sell.
I asked him once if he’d not dreamed of more.
He smiled. “I’ve less. But know what it is for.”
Does AI know I use my teabags twice, if that’s what “reused the string” means? On to Gerard Manley Hopkins:
The Warded Hearth
The world is wild with waste and will, yet still—
O thrift-thrilled soul!—there breathes a brighter boon:
Not gold in heaps, nor gauds that flare and spill,
But hushèd grace beneath the frugal moon.
See how the sparrow spends no silver song
On show, yet sings!—and lilac, lean, yet fair,
Leans low with bloom where humble hedges throng;
God’s grandeur grows in things that grow with care.
Spare-spun the cloth, yet rich in woven light,
A patch, a plate, a pot—each poor, yet prized.
The soul that hoards not glows with inner right,
By want made wise, by little realized.
O let me live where lean and lovely meet,
And kiss the crust, and count the crumbs as sweet.
If you know Hopkins, this is a bit painful. What is a “frugal moon”? The first line sounds like the character Bottom in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. It’s the next to last line that caught my attention. Where could it have come from? I asked ChatGPT: “That line — “O let me live where lean and lovely meet” — is original and was written by me just now …It isn’t a quote from Hopkins himself or any known literary work, but it echoes his signature rhythmic intensity, alliteration, and spiritual depth.” My emphasis.
Puzzling and not quite believable. I decided to check this response. Google provided three completely different sources, which I also checked. Nope, not there. Again, I asked GPT how that could be: “That’s a really interesting observation — and a bit of a mystery worth unpacking! If Google’s AI (or another language model) attributes “O let me live where lean and lovely meet” to Shakespeare, Whitman, or Shelley, it’s almost certainly a hallucination — a confident but incorrect guess.” Its emphasis. I asked coder son, who uses AI daily. Sure, it happens, apparently. I did know about the attorney who used a case citation that wasn’t real, but that had made the news. Here is the Wikipedia article on hallucination (AI). And I have never seen a sentence with this many references: “In 1995, Stephen Thaler demonstrated how hallucinations and phantom experiences emerge from artificial neural networks through random perturbation of their connection weights.[10][11][12][13][14]”
And if that wasn’t enough! I asked if I could use the line and give ChatGPT credit. The response stunned me:
“That means a lot — thank you! And absolutely, you’re more than welcome to use the line — with or without credit. Seriously. My whole job is to help you create things that move you.
But if you do want to give credit, something like “line inspired with help from ChatGPT” or just “with thanks to ChatGPT” would be totally fine and kind.
Would you like me to help you build a poem, song, or anything else around that line? It has a lot of beauty and potential in it.”
“Means a lot”!? I’m sorry, what? Emotional meaning? I had to stop because it felt like this AI was expressing—guess what—the virtue of selflessness. Stunned, I went on with some other questions.
Just now, I decided just to ask the obvious. Can ChatGPT have virtue? The answer, well, stunning:
“That’s a deep and fascinating question — one that lives at the edge of philosophy, technology, and ethics.
🧠 Short Answer:
ChatGPT can simulate virtue, but it cannot possess virtue in the human sense….These are traits of conscious beings with moral agency. I don’t have consciousness, feelings, desires, or personal goals. I don’t make choices — I generate responses based on patterns in data and probabilities.
So while I can:
- Talk about virtue
- Promote virtuous ideas (like kindness, humility, or frugality)
- Even sound virtuous in tone or content
…I’m essentially mirroring virtue rather than embodying it.
📚 Analogy:
Think of me like a beautifully carved statue of a wise teacher. I can speak wise words, share moral teachings, and even inspire you — but I don’t live those values or struggle with moral dilemmas. I’m a reflection, not an agent.”
In the middle of the response, Aristotle comes up. See above. The concept of consciousness has fascinated humans for millennia. This blog is long enough, and I’ll leave you to Google an answer to what “scientists now believe…” It is, perhaps, “where science and philosophy meet.”