Lovelace vs Babbage: does the engine dream or merely compute?

Your engine could weave algebraic patterns as the loom weaves flowers, Charles, yet it can only do what we know how to order it to perform.

Precisely why I built it, Ada—to banish human error from calculation, not to indulge fancies about music and imagination.

But I published the notes, sir; I saw the engine composing symphonies while you were still cursing the Treasury for funds.

And I designed the very cogs you dreamed upon—your poetry rides on my iron, madam, or it rides on nothing at all.