conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first two paragraphs for a book with the title 'King of Comedy'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: King of Comedy
  There were more print interviews; the epitome was an invitation to speak to the National Press Club in Washington, D.C. In a yellow shirt open at the neck and a dark jacket, he declared, "My war with the press is over," defended "polack" jokes, claimed to have spoken at "seventeen hundred universities" and to "five thousand film and acting classes," declared that he was utterly indifferent to groups that protested his fund-raising techniques, and answered questions from the audience with the self-satisfied air of a precocious little boy who knows the adults approve of him.
  It was a truly remarkable Indian summer—a late-life embrace from a public many believed had recoiled from him forever. Jerry himself, though, never lost the hope that the people loved him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Fortunately, this discussion led us into a discussion of comic styles, the sort of generic Grand Old Man of Comedy topic that he loved to talk about. And that led us to a discussion of the mechanics of mounting the telethon, and of other sorts of MDA business that he oversaw. For a long time, we spoke placidly.
  And then I asked about Dean. At first he talked in familiar terms about how the partnership was "a love affair" and about specific things they did in the act that the critics and audience never caught on to: the difference in the thickness of their heels, the way they subtly shifted into acting as each other's straight man.
  He became more somber as talk of Martin and Lewis wore on, and he got up to get himself a beer—at about eleven o'clock in the morning.
  In ways, it was a remarkably frank talk. "If you sat with Dean, you'd never have this discussion because he was never really that within," he said. But it seemed to drive him deeper and deeper into the funk he'd been in ever since I arrived. "Let's talk about something else," he said. "I'm starting to get depressed."
  I can't say that I was conscious of the decision, but I must have known by the tenor of the discussion that we wouldn't be talking at this sort of depth very much more, if ever. I told him I wanted to discuss the demise of Martin and Lewis just a bit more.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I told him I wanted to discuss the demise of Martin and Lewis just a bit more. And that led us to a discussion of the mechanics of mounting the telethon, and of other sorts of MDA business that he oversaw. For a long time, we spoke placidly.
  And then I asked about Dean. At first he talked in familiar terms about how the partnership was "a love affair" and about specific things they did in the act that the critics and audience never caught on to: the difference in the thickness of their heels, the way they subtly shifted into acting as each other's straight man.
  He became more somber as talk of Martin and Lewis wore on, and he got up to get himself a beer—at about eleven o'clock in the morning.
  In ways, it was a remarkably frank talk. "If you sat with Dean, you'd never have this discussion because he was never really that within," he said. But it seemed to drive him deeper and deeper into the funk he'd been in ever since I arrived. "Let's talk about something else," he said. "I'm starting to get depressed."
  I can't say that I was conscious of the decision, but I must have known by the tenor of the discussion that we wouldn't be talking at this sort of depth very much more, if ever.Fortunately, this discussion led us into a discussion of comic styles, the sort of generic Grand Old Man of Comedy topic that he loved to talk about.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'The amazing brothers Vincent Bartholemy Levy and Anthony Augustine Levy provided intermittent peace and quiet and a constant reminder that no work is more important than the life that goes on around it'.
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conversations.value: The amazing brothers Vincent Bartholemy Levy and Anthony Augustine Levy provided intermittent peace and quiet and a constant reminder that no work is more important than the life that goes on around it.
  And my debt to Mary Bartholemy—editor, partner, cook, nanny, analyst, booster, my irreplaceable you—cannot ever be erased.
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