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conversations.value: a title for a book about Lives, Captain, Bluebear with the genre: Literature & Fiction
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The City of Dreaming Books'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The City of Dreaming Books
  I did, in fact, run into one or two visitors from Lindworm Castle. When that happened we paused for a moment, said a polite hello, exchanged a few empty phrases, wished each other a pleasant stay and bade each other goodbye. We all cultivate this stand-offish manner when travelling, if only because no one goes abroad in order to meet others of his own kind.
  Those few words sufficed to bring tears to my eyes. Mantho Snam was an absolute genius! It was all I could do to drag myself away.
  Stretchers laden with bodies draped in sheets were being carried out of a side entrance at regular intervals. Despite this and the muffled screams that issued from the boarded-up windows, however, crowds of spectators were streaming inside.
  I was evidently in one of Bookholm's seamier districts. It was only now that I noticed how many Bookhunters were hanging around, engaged in shady business transactions with disreputable-looking characters. Jewel-studded volumes were produced from sacks and handed over in exchange for thick wads of pyras. I must have strayed into a kind of black market.
  I left that nefarious neighbourhood as fast as I could. A few streets away all was normal again - no one to be seen but harmless tourists and buskers staging popular plays with puppets. I breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Bookhunter had probably been joking, I shuddered at the thought that mummified portions of a Lindworm's anatomy possessed a certain market value in Bookholm.
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conversations.value: The Bookhunter sat up straighter still and grabbed my arm, eyes shining. 'You can bet your Lindworm's life on it!' he gasped. 'I certainly would, with my last ounce of strength! It would be worth it just to feel sunlight on my fur again, to fill my lungs with a single breath of fresh air.'
  He was about to go on when the chain curtain over the mouth of the cave jangled and a Bookling dashed in. We all turned to look. It was Lugo Blah, the demented Gagaist who kept pursuing me with his eccentric poems.
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conversations.value: Trombophones are the only musical instruments capable of being bred. The trombophone shellfish, which derives its name from its distant resemblance to the trombone and euphonium, lives in coral reefs off the western shores of Zamonia, but especially in the vicinity of the city of Murkholm. It has an extremely long, tubular shell that develops into a convoluted knot, and it fills the depths of the sea, for as long as it survives there, with a ghostly kind of music not unlike the singing of whales.
  Murkholmian beachcombers were the first to hit on the idea of using empty trombophone shells, which were regularly washed ashore on their coast, as musical instruments. Having fitted these with mouthpieces and valves, they developed in time into virtuosi who could coax the most delicate notes from their trombophone shells. Later they took to breeding trombophones and converting their shells into musical instruments for sale throughout Zamonia.
  Translator's Note: The Zamonian alphabet contains a letter symbolic of polypody, or many-leggedness. It occurs in the name of every life form that possesses more than eight legs. No such letter exists in our own alphabet, so I have had to resort to using the letter X four times, which in my opinion neatly symbolises sixteen-leggedness. This does not, however, mean that the X has to be enunciated four times over. Simply pronounce the word Spinxxxx as if it were spelt with one X only.
  Translator's Note: Gnomes can glunk their teeth like Lindworms, it seems, because I assume that Yarnspinner meant they were expressing approval. How he could tell they were doing so with their teeth when their mouths were hidden from his gaze, I do not know. Let us simply put it down to artistic licence.
  Translator's Note: Optimus Yarnspinner subsequently kept this undertaking in a work on the Booklings' secret subterranean world.