conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a story with the title 'Out to Canaan'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Out to Canaan
  Something or somebody would have to tip the numbers in Esther's favor, or Edith Mallory would have her claws all over Mitford. This was September fifth, and the election would be hitting the fan less than two months hence. Surely on Sunday he could offer a special prayer, or dedicate the communion service to those who unflaggingly devote themselves to the nobler welfare of the community. And speaking of Psalms, didn't the reading for Sunday say that "the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped"?
  Ah, well. He remembered that he wouldn't be in the pulpit on Sunday, he'd be sleeping 'til noon, according to his wife's plan, and waking up strong, renewed, and altogether carefree.
  They stopped at The Local on their way to Meadowgate, to pick up a brisket for Marge Owen. While Cynthia paid their monthly bill, he inspected the contents of the butcher's case.
  Saturday night, and he was looking at a clean slate. No services tomorrow, no arriving early to unlock the church....
  Thank God he could rest in the morning. Why did he never know he needed refreshment 'til somebody hit him over the head with a two-by-four?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The recounting was labored, taking nearly three hours. People milled around, going in and out, smoking, muttering, laughing. Some of those accustomed to an early dinner drove over to the highway, wolfed down a pizza, and returned smelling of pepperoni.
  Others stayed glued to their seats, counting every vote with the three Board of Elections officials. Sassy fell asleep, while Sissy tore around the hall as if on wheels.
  At a little before seven, he moved across the aisle to sit with the Bolicks. "The end is near," said Gene, looking worn.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence '
  How did they manage to everlastingly insinuate themselves into other people's business, Ireland being a prime example?'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Clothes tossed on an unmade bed, drawers pulled out, closet doors standing open, clothing on the floor, an exercise mat with a bottle of water beside it.
  He shrugged. 'This is the way a lot of people's bedrooms look.' Dooley's room in the early days of living at the rectory, for instance.
  He looked around again, paying attention. Message light blinking on a phone by the bed, windows raised a few inches, empty hangers on a closet door pull. They walked into the bathroom. Windows open a couple of inches. Drops of moisture on the glass door of the shower. A towel on the floor.
  He stooped and felt the towel—damp—then looked out to the rear lawn. That would be the studio, surrounded by a fairly ambitious garden with an open potting shed. Beyond, a dense thicket of rhododendron and oaks.
  How did they manage to everlastingly insinuate themselves into other people's business, Ireland being a prime example?