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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'The Possessed'.
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conversations.value: The Possessed
  Dilorom first became aware of her ability to communicate with animals on a bitterly cold and snowy night, when she had missed the morning garbage pickup and had to wait for the second pickup at ten at night. So she sat up reading the Talmud, waiting for the garbage truck. Silence descended upon the house. Her husband was away, and their five-year-old son, Boburbek, usually asleep at that hour, was sitting on the floor drawing a picture of the sun. He looked so happy that Dilorom decided to let him stay up. Soon it was nearly ten, and Boburbek still wasn't sleepy, so she took his hand and they went out together to take out the garbage. They walked and walked through the snow, until they reached the Dumpster. (Why did the garbage have to be personally delivered to the Dumpster at the moment the truck arrived? I don't know, but Old Uzbek does have one hundred different words for crying.) Standing near the Dumpster, alone in the snow, was a black dog the size of a lion.
  Dilorom realized that Shirin must have seen the two minarets that rise up behind the Kaaba. "God should forgive me, because I was so surprised!" she explained. "I love Shirin very much, but she is so small and thin and lighthearted... how should I say it? She doesn't think about problems of the soul. But I understood that she must in fact be exceedingly pure of heart."
  I had once briefly met Shirin, who worked in a psychology lab at the university. She was indeed very slight and younglooking, with a pixie haircut, jeans, and an appearance of struggling to hold back uncontrollable laughter.
  Dilorom wanted very much to bring me to Chorchinor. "I want to know if you'll see Mecca," she said, smiling faintly. "I think you will."
  When I got home that afternoon, Gulya was waiting for me at the gate. "Emma, you can't have lunch yet—you have to go back to the university. It's very important. It's about your bill. Inom will drive you."
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '"'.
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conversations.value: Then there was my comp lit classmate Keren. She and her boyfriend, Ilan, a linguist, were inseparable from Matej. The three of them shared a car, and one summer they all lived together in Berlin. Keren and Matej were office-mates and spent a lot of time alone in each other's company, but Ilan and Matej would also sometimes go watch basketball together, without Keren. Matej, like Stavrogin, had a magnetic effect on both sexes.
  It was a great mystery how Keren and Ilan managed to stay together despite Matej. I asked her about it once, in a roundabout way; she told me that she and Ilan were committed to each other for the foreseeable future, but that they both understood and accepted that each might not be the most intensely thought-about person in the other's psyche 100 percent of the time. "You know how intense things can get with the people you work with," she said.
  For his first two years at Stanford, Matej had a roommate, Daniel, whom he rapidly reduced to a state of near paralytic dependence that persisted long after they stopped living together. Daniel and Matej had been assigned to each other by the housing services, on the basis of their shared two-pack-a-day smoking habit. Daniel, a mathematician, was overweight, although not grotesquely so, and would have been a pleasant and entertaining person were it not for a kind of deep, inexplicable pathetic quality that he seemed to be at great pains to convey to others, even to the point of aggressiveness. He had a knack for attracting people even more forlorn than he, who then became his demons. One of them, a homeless guy called Bobby, eventually moved into Daniel's apartment and refused to leave; you could always find him lurking on the balcony, making insulting remarks. Daniel, meanwhile, became increasingly unable to make even the smallest decisions without first pouring out his heart to Matej, who patiently listened and then explained at great length the impossibility of his actually advising Daniel one way or another, because he, Matej, was powerless to cure Daniel's ontological sickness.
  Among my friends, only Luba was unaffected by Matej. "It's true there was some addictive quality about him," she said later. "I felt it, too. I remember sitting on that bench outside the library. He would start talking, and you would be unable to get up and leave. But afterward, hours had gone by, and what had he really said? It was all empty."
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Fyodorov, a Christian mystic, saw his project precisely in terms of an imitation of Christ'.
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conversations.value: Fyodorov, a Christian mystic, saw his project precisely in terms of an imitation of Christ. Only the mass, universal enactment of Christ's rising from the dead and ascent to heaven would finally dissipate the artificial rivalries that divide the brotherhood of man. A new classless society would arise, devoted to the shared task of "cosmic agriculture": a unity of perfect horticulturists.
  Now the spaceship is poised for takeoff, the Sibyls look down from the ceiling, and the black monk shimmers briefly in the air, before dematerializing and reappearing somewhere else. Martians are transporting the ice palace to Saturn, for it to take its place among Ulughbek's 1,018 stars. They're hoping it will teach them to understand adverbs. Somewhere even further away, the beast waits in its thicket, watching the snow pile soundlessly on the hillside. Now the black monk is calling me—he says it's time to go, time to start collecting the ashes. This is the kind of work that will kill you. But I'll have you know, DJ Spinoza, that I haven't given up. If I could start over today, I would choose literature again. If the answers exist in the world or in the universe, I still think that's where we're going to find them.
  The following is a partial listing of secondary sources. Dates and locations refer to the editions consulted. In some cases, the year of original publication follows in parentheses.
  Golburt, Luba. "The Historical Novel and the Versimilitude of Attractions" (unpublished dissertation chapter). Stanford, 2006.