conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Nothing, Chance, film entitled Nothing by Chance?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Nothing by Chance (film): In the 1970s, five pilots become the Great American Flying Circus and embark on a barnstorming tour in the United States.\nRichard Bach, Jack Brown, Chris Cagle, Stuart Macpherson and Spence Nelson, along with parachutist Steve Young, perform their shows in several Midwestern towns, beginning with Cook, Nebraska, recreating the earlier era of the 1920s, when pilots went from place to place, hawking rides in the air.\nGlenn Norman sells tickets for a joyride for $3 and finds the customers are both young people and those who remember the original barnstormers.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book? End with the sentence ' "Did you hear that?"'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Nothing by Chance
  He had a there-there tone as I stalked to the biplane. "Now look. It's dark almost, and they're going to have their meeting, and we can't go anywhere now so we might as well stay the night and move on tomorrow morning."
  I took a grease rag and began wiping down the engine cowl in the dark. If the biplane had lights I would have flown away that minute.
  After a while, the meeting in the office broke up and everyone was hearty and kind to us. I was immediately suspicious.
  I had to laugh. So this is what it felt like to be judged by our vagabond appearance. For just a moment, I was sorry for these people.
  I didn't catch the implication of the last sotto voce, but Paul did, at once. "Did you hear that?" he said, stunned. "Did you hear that?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I was angry, sad. The poor people had no idea; with their caution, they were passing up paradise! How do you convince them of good? I made one last appeal, then, meeting no response, started the engine and took off alone, just to fly and to see the land from the air.
  It was more beautiful than I had promised. The haze topped out at less than a thousand feet, and from 2,000 feet the earth was a silent lake of gold, with a few brilliant emerald hilltops rising to be islands in the crystal air. The land was all a golden dream, where only good and beautiful lived, and it was spread out below us like a tale from Marco Polo, with the sky going deep-velvet black overhead. It was another planet, that Earth, one never seen by man, and the biplane and I held the splendor of it all to ourselves.
  We started our first roll a mile in the air, and the biplane did not stop rolling and soaring and diving and singing strong in her wires until the ground was dark and the mist was gone and the gold had disappeared from the sky.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Anybody who likes to get down from the sky the way Stu does is not only out of his mind, but a valuable member of any flying circus.
  Stu and I in Palmyra, Wisconsin. Except for the shape of its automobiles, Midwest America hasn't changed much from the days of the first barnstormers.
  Paul's first attempt at flying the biplane was not exactly what we could call an unqualified success.
  Midnight thunderstorms can smash windows, but a gypsy pilot and his plane discover, somehow, a way to survive.
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