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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Plumed Serpent about Mexico, BR>Copyright, Reed with the genre: Literature & Fiction, History & Criticism.
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conversations.value: the author writes on rebirth and reflects on the ambience of Mexico and New Mexico in this 1926 novel of a woman whose passions inspire her to flee an unexciting husband. <BR>Copyright 1992 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book titled The Plumed Serpent about Mexico, BR>Copyright, Reed with the genre: Literature & Fiction, History & Criticism.. End with the sentence '\nRamón and Cipriano are leading a revival of a pre-Christian religion and Kate becomes drawn into their cult.'.
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conversations.value: The Plumed Serpent: The novel has a contemporary setting during the period of the Mexican Revolution.\nIt opens with a group of tourists visiting a bullfight in Mexico City.\nOne of them, Kate Leslie, departs in disgust and encounters Don Cipriano, a Mexican general.\nLater she meets his friend, an intellectual landowner Don Ramón, and travels to Sayula, a small town set on a lake.\nRamón and Cipriano are leading a revival of a pre-Christian religion and Kate becomes drawn into their cult.
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Plumed Serpent
  She was glad, then, to be setting off. The morning was clear and hot, the pale brown lake quite still, like a phantom. People were moving on the beach, in the distance tiny, like dots of white: white dots of men following the faint dust of donkeys. She wondered often why humanity was like specks in the Mexican landscape; just specks of life.
  They passed from the lake shore to the rough, dusty road going west, between the steep slope of the hills and the bit of flat by the lake. For almost a mile there were villas, most of them shut up fast, some of them smashed, with broken walls and smashed windows. Only flowers bloomed in masses above the rubble.
  In the empty places were flimsy straw huts of the natives, haphazard, as if blown there. By the road under the hill were black-grey adobe huts, like boxes, and fowls running about, and brown pigs or grey pigs spotted with black careered and grunted, and half-naked children, dark orange-brown, trotted or lay flat on their faces in the road, their little naked posteriors hunched up, fast asleep. Already asleep again.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She could conceive now her marriage with Cipriano; the supreme passivity, like the earth below the twilight, consummate in living lifelessness, the sheer solid mystery of passivity. Ah, what an abandon, what an abandon, what an abandon!--of so many things she wanted to abandon.
  Cipriano put his hand, with its strange soft warmth and weight, upon her knee, and her soul melted like fused metal.
  She looked back at him, wordless. Language had abandoned her, and she leaned silent and helpless in the vast, unspoken twilight of the Pan world. Her self had abandoned her, and all her day was gone. Only she said to herself:
  Her world could end in many ways, and this was one of them. Back to the twilight of the ancient Pan world, where the soul of woman was dumb, to be forever unspoken.
  The car had stopped, they had come to Jamiltepec. He looked at her again, as reluctantly he opened the door. And as he stepped out, she realized again his uniform, his small figure in uniform. She had lost it entirely. She had only known his face, the face of the supreme god-demon; with the arching brows and slightly slanting eyes, and the loose, light tuft of a goat-beard. The Master. The everlasting Pan.
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: And even amid her tears, Kate was thinking to herself: What a fraud I am! I know all the time it is I who don't altogether want them. I want myself to myself. But I can fool them so that they shan't find out.
  He spoke in Spanish. And Kate glanced up sharply through her tears, to see him going quietly, but swiftly, away.
  She wiped her face, suddenly calm. Then she looked with wet eyes at Cipriano. He was standing erect and alert, like a little fighting male, and his eyes glowed black and uncannily as he met her wet, limpid glance.
  A slow, almost foolish smile came over his face, and his body was slightly convulsed. Then came his soft-tongued Indian speech, as if all his mouth were soft, saying in Spanish, but with the 'r' sound almost lost:
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: And even amid her tears, Kate was thinking to herself: What a fraud I am! I know all the time it is I who don't altogether want them. I want myself to myself. But I can fool them so that they shan't find out.
  He spoke in Spanish. And Kate glanced up sharply through her tears, to see him going quietly, but swiftly, away.
  She wiped her face, suddenly calm. Then she looked with wet eyes at Cipriano. He was standing erect and alert, like a little fighting male, and his eyes glowed black and uncannily as he met her wet, limpid glance.
  A slow, almost foolish smile came over his face, and his body was slightly convulsed.