conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about York, Times, Book with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Folded Leaf'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Folded Leaf
  The blue lines down the floor of the swimming pool wavered and shivered incessantly, and something about the shape of the place—the fact that it was long and narrow, perhaps, and lined with tile to the ceiling—made their voices ring. The same voices that sounded sad in the open air, on the high school playground. "Lights! Lights!" it seemed as if they were shouting at each other across the water and from the balcony stairs.
  All of them were naked, and until Mr. Pritzker appeared they could only look at the water; they couldn't go in. They collected on the diving board, pushed and tripped each other, and wrestled halfheartedly. Those along the edge of the pool took short harmless jabs and made threats which they had no intention ever of carrying out but which helped pass the time. The swimming class was nearly always the same. First the roll call, then a fifteen-minute period of instruction in the backstroke or the flutter kick or breathing, and finally a relay race. Mr. Pritzker picked out two boys and let them choose their own teams. They did it seriously, going down through the class and pointing to the best swimmers, to the next best, and in diminishing order after that. But actually it was the last one chosen that mattered. Whichever side had to take Lymie Peters lost. Lymie couldn't swim the Australian crawl. Week after week the relay began in the greatest excitement and continued back and forth from one end of the pool to the other until it was Lymie's turn. When he dived in and started his slow frantic side stroke, the race died, the place grew still.
  Since he was not any good at sports, the best Lymie could do was to efface himself. In gym class, on the days when they played outdoor baseball, he legged it out to right field and from that comparatively safe place watched the game. Few balls ever went out there and the center fielder knew that Lymie couldn't catch them if they did. But in swimming class there was no place to retire to. He stood apart from the others, a thin, flat-chested boy with dark hair that grew down in a widow's peak on his forehead, and large hesitant brown eyes. He was determined when the time came to do his best, and no one held it against him that he always decided the race. On the other hand, they never bothered to cover up that fact.
  This day two things happened which were out of the ordinary. Mr. Pritzker brought something with him which looked like a basketball only larger, and there was a new boy in the class. The new boy had light hair and gray eyes set a trifle too close together. He was not quite handsome but his body, for a boy's body, was very well made, with a natural masculine grace. Occasionally people turn up—like the new boy—who serve as a kind of reminder of those ideal, almost abstract rules of proportion from which the human being, however faulty, is copied. There were boys in the class who were larger and more muscular, but when the new boy stepped into the line which formed at the edge of the pool, the others seemed clumsy, their arms and legs too long or their knees too large. They glanced at him furtively, appraising him. He looked down at the tile floor or past them all into space.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know two more paragraphs? End with the sentence ' They went in after him.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The sorority house was on the other side of the campus. From "302" the shortest way was through the university forestry, a narrow strip of woods which had sidewalks running through it and which at night was lighted at frequent intervals by street lamps. When the two boys emerged from the wood they were on the campus. The walk led them toward a series of new red brick Georgian buildings, each with dozens of false chimneys outlined against the starry sky. On the other side of the campus they passed a large unfinished building that was still under scaffolding—the new dormitory for men. As they came near the sorority house, they heard music.
  Curtains were drawn across every window of the sorority house, upstairs and down. The two small lights on either side of the front door seemed brighter than usual. As Lymie and Spud turned in at the front walk, they could hear the orchestra playing "Oh, Katarina" rapturously. While they stood by the front door trying to make up their minds whether, since this was not like any ordinary evening, they ought to ring the bell, a boy came up the walk whistling, opened the door, and walked in. They went in after him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Through the story of an ordinary man who unwittingly gets drawn into a senseless murder, Camus explores in this classic work what he termed "the nakedness of man faced with the absurd."
  The tragedy of the Compsons, featuring some of the most memorable characters in literature: rebellious Caddy; the manchild Benjy; haunted Quentin; brutal Jason; and Dilsey, their black servant.
  The famous and controversial novel that tells the story of the aging Humbert Humbert's obsessive, devouring, and doomed passion for the nymphet Dolores Haze.