gpt-2-colab

finetune gpt-2(https://github.com/openai/gpt-2) in google colab

sample result (117M) from retraining on A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

No, Jerry! Jerry! You're a nice man, Jerry!”

That was all too remarkable. It was not merely impressive, but it took me on a turning short cough, and then swelling and stiffening, and rising to be a nice man, and a man, and not at all strivenly, and wicked.

The wonderful corner for echoes, and the echoes not being the echoes of footsteps that had their shameful imparted on the other side alone, that the time and tide waited for Lucie were sufficiently near the room, that to the utmost remaining of the time, even though assisted off other carriages, and were always ready and drove away that they should not hear themselves, Jerry heard no cry, and were as quick as in the morning if they had to pull up their heads and cidled away together as they could.

The farrier had not been in the barrier when he stopped, for the moment, and was as quick as they could make him.

He was to roll up arms, to get the outer coat to and frolic. He could not have laid down his hand to do so without another rain of the summer drops on high, when he was requested to do so. But, the rain of the summer was very strong and few, and the rain of the autumn month afterwards was strong and warm by those intervals. The storm in the west was very rarely beering, and the storm in the light of the summer was very rarely without it. The storm was really falling, and he stood there for a moment with his hand to open the barrier.

He was so far apart, that he could not have looked at him at all then; for, it was already dark when he looked at this figure, and it looked at IV

(an) seemed to fall, and reappeared, as old as Adam, until the morning, of the hour before.

“I fear the best, well,” said Jerry, stopping in his story, and laying his hand on hers, “what are you?”

“The worst.”

Though he had no hope of saying it, he could have looked at him, and then frowned at another figure, whose surface furnished a kind of dark street before him, for a few jewels.

He looked at it, and glanced at it. The Spy and prison-keeper looked at it, and the Spy showed a broken-hearted look.

“I am very much obliged to them for their looks and faces,” said Jerry. “No, Jerry! They are all in animosity and submission. They are in the habitually consently bad. I know what you have to do with my business. Whether I wait for you under the obligation to do so is the assumption yours. It is little to keep them in their places, to keep them in their times too much, is it not? No, Jerry. It is to keep them in their places, to cost and cost as the like. So much would you cost and change to-do exactly? That is to say, without deigning to say anything that is not at all, and no harm is to be expected of, will you not? No. It will cost nothing to save you, if it wos so, refuse. But it is always in the nature of things, and it is the nature of things. What is it? What would you have to say to me at all as, or to that degree?”

“I would ask you, is it not?”

Hah!” said Jerry, as he paused for the moment to ask him questions.

“It is true,” repeated the last question. “Does it cost to show me no harm, me nothing, yet? No. It is without loss,” repeated the Law; in the resting-looked-down sentiment. “Will you be very soon as restored to you?”

At the Judge, again a Judgeyer.

“If it is not restored to you within a minute, who should shut out the proceedings, and then the prisoner must be put back advance, and then must be removed.”

The Judge, whose eyes had gone in the general direction, leaned back in his seat, and stood ready.

Mr. Attorney-General then, following his leader's guidance, examined his manner with great obsequiousness and closeness, and passing on to the bench and tools, and passing on to Mr. Lorry. After looking at