conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'Mazirian the Magician'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Mazirian the Magician
  Guyal advanced to his task, feeling more than half-foolish. Then he reflected: this is a penalty for contravening an absurd tradition; I will conduct myself with efficiency and so the quicker rid myself of the obligation.
  He stood before the hundred girls, who eyed him with hostility and anxiety, and Guyal saw that his task would not be simple, since, on the whole, they were of a comeliness which even the dirt, grimacing and rags could not disguise.
  Guyal surveyed the group. He saw at once that a number could be eliminated: the squat, the obese, the lean, the pocked and coarse-featured — perhaps a quarter of the group. He said suavely, "Never have I seen such unanimous loveliness; each of you might legitimately claim the cordon. My task is arduous; I must weigh fine imponderables; in the end my choice will undoubtedly be based on subjectivity and those of real charm will no doubt be the first discharged from the competition." He stepped forward. "Those whom I indicate may retire."
  He walked down the line, pointing, and the ugliest, with expressions of unmistakable relief, hastened to the sidelines.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is four more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Guyal turned away and they continued down the gallery. Past the real expression of man's brightest dreamings they walked, until the concentration of so much fire and spirit and creativity put them into awe. "What great minds lie in the dust," said Guyal in a low voice. "What gorgeous souls have vanished into the buried ages; what marvellous creatures are lost past the remotest memory... Nevermore will there be the like; now in the last fleeting moments, humanity festers rich as rotten fruit. Rather than master and overpower our world, our highest aim is to cheat it through sorcery."
  Shierl gazed at him with a marvelling expression, and Guyal's soul throbbed with love. She felt him quiver and whispered recklessly, "Guyal of Sfere, I am yours, I melt for you..."
  The room turned a corner, widened. And now the clacking sound they had noticed in the dark outer hall returned, louder, more suggestive of unpleasantness. It seemed to enter the gallery through an arched doorway opposite.
  Guyal moved quietly to this door, with Shierl at his heels, and so they peered into the next chamber.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Kerlin fell back against the wall. "I expire; my time has come. I have guarded well the Museum; together we have won it away from Blikdak... Attend me now. Into your hands I pass the curacy; now the Museum is your charge to guard and preserve."
  Guyal and Shierl climbed to the upper ways and stood outside the portal on the ancient flagged floor. It was night; the marble shone faintly underfoot, the broken columns loomed on the sky.
  Across the plain the yellow lights of Saponce shone warm through the trees; above in the sky shone the stars.
  She shook her head. We have seen old Thorsingol, and the Sherrit Empire before it, and Golwan Andra before that and the Forty Kades even before. We have seen the warlike green-men, and the knowledgeable Pharials and the Clambs who departed Earth for the stars, as did the Merioneth before them and the Gray Sorcerers still earlier. We have seen oceans rise and fall, the mountains crust up, peak and melt in the beat of rain; we have looked on the sun when it glowed hot and full and yellow... No, Guyal, there is no place for me at Saponce..."
  Guyal, leaning back on the weathered pillar, looked up to the stars. "Knowledge is ours, Shierl — all of knowing to our call. And what shall we do?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about Together, looked.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Kerlin fell back against the wall. "I expire; my time has come. I have guarded well the Museum; together we have won it away from Blikdak... Attend me now. Into your hands I pass the curacy; now the Museum is your charge to guard and preserve. "
  Guyal and Shierl climbed to the upper ways and stood outside the portal on the ancient flagged floor. It was night; the marble shone faintly underfoot, the broken columns loomed on the sky. 
  Across the plain the yellow lights of Saponce shone warm through the trees; above in the sky shone the stars. 
  She shook her head. "Together we have looked through the eyes of knowledge. We have seen old Thorsingol, and the Sherrit Empire before it, and Golwan Andra before that and the Forty Kades even before. We have seen the warlike green-men, and the knowledgeable Pharials and the Clambs who departed Earth for the stars, as did the Merioneth before them and the Gray Sorcerers still earlier. We have seen oceans rise and fall, the mountains crust up, peak and melt in the beat of rain; we have looked on the sun when it glowed hot and full and yellow... No, Guyal, there is no place for me at Saponce... "
  Guyal, leaning back on the weathered pillar, looked up to the stars. "Knowledge is ours, Shierl — all of knowing to our call. And what shall we do?"