some progress

I was actually able to get google colab to run an RNN with some text from the guttenburg project without errors.

I trained the model on the Poems of Robert Frost. I didn't let the training cycle run very long but confirmed I could stop and start it, which may help later on.

Heres some output from a very short training cycle--------

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"Well, Anne, and word I say. It's all you to wake to him

In no starched to him in the sun.

You don't leave him here, to him.

You only so by the show the hundred dew.

A thousand thought of far about to talk.

I looked for his more than a stake and pidentage,

Where all the orfure. 'Here's nothing from the half.

He's while it once passing to lift and did him

In the lookerrough."

"I detctriby in the great scared

Mish as far and leaving the white or folks to such though

For eviser -didn't come in the end.

What I do.

"He tain to or up."

The Doctor made a subdued bad(liked this phrase). You'll finding.

It would but I don't know what's truch sexcast.

He won't after hours against us at all us and proper.

The froben rodmuse of the stovepipe. Vis in, when she have seen them

Or ever dark. I let the flamerers, lady

To listen ere we always take out.

The sturate of earth to himself, and I wonder.

I'll let me first thing you of a shart.

"It's set our first too much as one down

And set enderly bedon the office

Soon really from her house

Seems. I got behind the fool; and knew him

In wo thinks I'm hotesterding is I took the lamp

On through the wheealing. Noverating them.

They're everyonerhal tice destened from them three,

We like it of boy! We's going -that the smelled stance out for seet;

One from the sink out the pise with since read,

A life from our took but with arched bared.

There's notiguet to say the pass

Where the suns that though,

Loudbed for him with arceptual lage.

You only had to feed for we have the stance

To live whiter and shoveling right worgs

Or ever was bend to bed again. Good-night,

Sorry you knowing plan as he said.

The yound years with night aving the frunt.

He says the boy saw all overholy,

And be a time to say a thing out

Of those what I can fell us it over and ranger,

I should prefy to himself afterney sitting, -

A dream of going to eake -I could more an old-storm

In nests."

"I don't advise you

Example of further training on the same Frost poetry

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What don't tell me what what's the say.

But let me five knew any overything,. Why, all it was she

He'll have to see you do not one can take from understanding,

From the wind, and pelass a way with some round here

Stay with the frosty spines and bristles -

You know the kind. Then let the sun shine out and documents.

Out with it if you've any real objection."

"Five hundred dollars!"

"What would you think right?"

"A thousand wouldn't be a cent too much;

You know it, Mr. Lawyer. The sin is

Accepting anything before he knows

Whether he's ever going to walk again.

It smells to me like a dishonest trick."

• (This seems like a complete thought, I wonder if it is?)

"I think -I think -from what I heard to-day -

And saw myself -he would be ill-advised----"

"What did you hear, for instance?" Willis said.

"Now the place where the accident. They may be through.

It's their knows with the locking up to sool again.

You can't hear a while prometing to stay.

My feet to be more than ten as his sleep.

I'll put to the village -and people a good place by

So as to say for certain I was here

Or somewhere all there was in the picking out with

For the dark pine that kept

Forever trying the window-latch

It from here -he's ever I haven't, and here good

them "Supper." At the word, the saw,

As if to prove saws knew what supper meant,

Leaped out at the boy's hand, or seemed to leap -

He must have given the hand. However it was,

Neither refused the meeting. But the hand!

The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh.

As he swung toward them holding up the hand

Half in appeal, but hear heateless

Misket out and so thrusting back to begin

With all the time was fallen away,

And made a widespread brawl on cobble-stones;

But the signs showed what it had done in spring;

Good grass-land gullied out, and in the grass

Ridges of sand, and driftwood stripped of bark.

I crossed the river and swung round the mountain.

And there I met a man who moved so slower out

With en access the