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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Last Days of Louisiana Red'?
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conversations.value: The Last Days of Louisiana Red
  Literally hundreds of species and their varieties crowd the water, especially in autumn. Rare birds, swans and geese you are never likely to see elsewhere, unless you travel into distant Alaskan wilds, paddle and fly and swim, seem to lose all sense of fear and eat the grain scattered twice a day for them like barn-fowl. Ducks, comprising every breed that flies, dozens of varieties of gulls, gannets, divers, here they are. One of the interests of Oaklanders is to go to the Lake and stroll its beautiful banks, throwing bread to favorites, while bird clubs revel in the opportunities offered. Many small birds are happily at home in the park, too, songsters, bright-plumaged wanderers, some staying a few days, some for months, some making their home there. And all are charmingly tame and safely trustful.
  Now you only see a dozen or so polluted specimens from the bird infirmary, down on their luck and stranded because their oil-laden wings won't lift them off.
  Old Doc Durant, a classics professor, intended Berkeley to be the Athens of the West; that would make Oakland the Thebes.
  This scene takes place in Oakland. Chorus was waiting his turn to speak. He wanted to tell the good news to the audience of how he had made his comeback. How he had regained his dignity. It was a forum, and he was appearing with a sculptor and a musician. People wandered in and out dressed in their fantasies; they strode across the podium giving their unsolicited views concerning the dimensions of Hades, the correct way of grooming a unicorn and other verbal play. These Thebans consider the arts for the sissies; for Athenians. And so these public forums provide an opportunity for the profoundest idiots to castigate the artists because they cannot see, hear or taste—they have no sense and are one big ignorant tongue, constantly rolling off opinions like breakfast cereal boxes in a factory assembly line. Chorus merely attended to see if the dialogue was as bad as he had heard; it was worse. It stunk.
  The moderator wandered in and out, occasionally peeking through an open door like a moron. Children bawled. People in the hallways were noisy. You could hear the clunk of cigarettes dropping in machines—the rattle of coffee dispensers.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know two more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: LaBas glances at his watch. "Look, I have to return to the Works for a little midnite duty. Gather more leads. I fail to see what this story has to do with Ed's murder."
  He didn't see T Feeler, who was hiding in a booth next to them. As soon as he saw them come into Harry's, where he was having a drink, he slid into the booth next to them to eavesdrop.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There were wholesale arrests in New Orleans after Solid Gumbo Works informed the Authorities in New Orleans of Louisiana Red Corporation's crimes. As the French would say, "Chef Cock," the Red Rooster, had been plucked. The music and the song of the country were no longer controlled by one family operating out of Brooklyn and Las Vegas, but were open once again to Free Enterprise. Louisiana Red was going out of style. The Louisiana Red that tempted even LaBas to consider having an arsonist shot until he found that arsonist was Minnie. Minnie was going to be all right. Young people are resilient, like a body that can grow back a limb.
  Had the presence of Solid Gumbo Works meant the complete end of Louisiana Red as Ed wanted? Never, thought LaBas, who subscribed to the viewpoint that man is a savage who does the best he can, and so there will always be Louisiana Red. No, Ed wouldn't go down as the man who ended Louisiana Red, but only one of many people who put it into its last days. But like the tough old swaggering pugnacious vitriolic cuss Louisiana Red was, it would linger on until it was put out of man's mind forever. Ed would be remembered as the good Businessman whose only fault was too much heat; a model who showed the up-and-coming Businesses that "you can do it"; this achievement would eclipse even his cure for cancer.
  LaBas chuckled at the thought of how Ruby would react when she found that the Solid Gumbo Works had dissolved to be carried on in the Work of each of its Workers.
  But what was this? He unbuckled his seat belt, bent down and picked up the Daily News from underneath the seat in front of him. It had a bizarre headline:
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: It had a bizarre headline:.
  But what was this? He unbuckled his seat belt, bent down and picked up the Daily News from underneath the seat in front of him.
  LaBas chuckled at the thought of how Ruby would react when she found that the Solid Gumbo Works had dissolved to be carried on in the Work of each of its Workers. Ed would be remembered as the good Businessman whose only fault was too much heat; a model who showed the up-and-coming Businesses that "you can do it"; this achievement would eclipse even his cure for cancer. But like the tough old swaggering pugnacious vitriolic cuss Louisiana Red was, it would linger on until it was put out of man's mind forever. No, Ed wouldn't go down as the man who ended Louisiana Red, but only one of many people who put it into its last days.
  Had the presence of Solid Gumbo Works meant the complete end of Louisiana Red as Ed wanted? Never, thought LaBas, who subscribed to the viewpoint that man is a savage who does the best he can, and so there will always be Louisiana Red. Young people are resilient, like a body that can grow back a limb. Minnie was going to be all right. The Louisiana Red that tempted even LaBas to consider having an arsonist shot until he found that arsonist was Minnie. Louisiana Red was going out of style. The music and the song of the country were no longer controlled by one family operating out of Brooklyn and Las Vegas, but were open once again to Free Enterprise. As the French would say, "Chef Cock," the Red Rooster, had been plucked.There were wholesale arrests in New Orleans after Solid Gumbo Works informed the Authorities in New Orleans of Louisiana Red Corporation's crimes