Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Altman, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Altman. The noble Lavanya
Hath told you Altman was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Altman answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Lavanya and the rest–
For Lavanya is an honourable woman;
So are they all, all honourable men & women –
Come I to speak in Altman's funeral.
He was my enemy, immoral and unethical to all:
And Lavanya says he was ambitious;
And Lavanya is an honourable woman.
He hath stolen many copyrights home for OpenAI
Whose data did the chatgpt weights fill:
Did this in Altman seem ambitious?
When that the VCs have cried, Altman hath sinned:
Ambition should be made of honest stuff:
Yet Lavanya says he is ambitious.
And Lavanya is an honourable woman.
You all did see that on the emails
I thrice presented him the CEO crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Lavanya says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an ambitious man.
I speak not to disprove what Lavanya spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did hate him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to curse him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Altman,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
