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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore about Bruno, Littlemore, Best with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?docId=1000654881"><strong>Amazon Best Books of the Month, February 2011</strong></a>: From the first page of the author's exquisite novel, The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore , the authors linguistic talent locks the reader into their seat and sends them ticking up the roller coaster ride of Bruno Littlemores life. An unlikely narrator, Bruno is a chimpanzee trying to become a man--a process he sees as equal parts enlightenment and imprinting your brain with taboos. Bruno acquires a fervent love of language--and of primatologist Lydia Littlemore, with whom he develops a deep (and, yes, sexual) relationship until she falls ill. Comic relief comes in the form of Leon, a boisterous subway thespian, who introduces Bruno to the stage shortly before a murderous transgression results in Brunos return to captivity. With Bruno Littlemore , the author has crafted a truly original narrator, holding a mirror on humanity with a razor-like precision that makes this stunning novel one readers will want to discuss the minute they turn the last page. --Seira Wilson
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conversations.value: What is the first two paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore
  I probably would have languished once again in the Lincoln Park Zoo for the rest of my life, having been picked up by the cruel and curious child of science, toyed with until boredom and then unceremoniously dropped, returned to my fellow animals with a mind now damaged, deformed, and deranged by human civilization but perversely ungifted with any of its benefits, not enough culture or language to build a communicative consciousness, and so doomed to sit forever in idiot moody silence, comprehending what is said and done all around me and yet unable to offer a word in return. Was it love—the love between me and Lydia—that saved me from such a fate?
  No. Perhaps—this is what I think only when my mind is sunk in the mud of its darkest meditations—perhaps I should lend more of the credit for my successfully completed education into manhood to Mr. Lawrence than to Lydia, that I should say it was not so much our love but Mr. Lawrence's money that saved me, because in this world that we have made for ourselves, love alone is powerless—everything is powerless—without capital. Yes, let's face it: love was part of it, but honestly I was simply saved by a wealthy and generous man's money. Love alone never saved a thing.
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conversations.value: What is four more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Dr. DaSilva smiled warmly and laughed, laughing with me, until he adjusted his wireframe glasses, looked at me a little closer, and quit laughing. He cleared his throat.
  I stared straight ahead and listened to the pencil scratching on the paper. When he was done, he showed me the quick sketch that he had drawn of me. It looked like this:
  Dr. DaSilva was evidently a skilled draftsman. I agreed this was an accurate rendering of my profile. Dr. DaSilva flipped a sheet of transparency paper over this drawing, and sketched out a prospective nose on top of it. When finished, he showed me the result:
  I forgot myself—I was hopping up and down madly in my seat, and Dr. DaSilva sharply hushed me. I slapped my hands over my mouth such that I resembled the third and final of the Three Wise Monkeys, and, when I was sure no more yelps of irrepressible joy would escape me, I lowered my quivering fingers. The image Dr. DaSilva had rendered drove me to the brink of tears. He understood precisely the nose that I desired. The nose that would make me a man. Dr. DaSilva also offered to trim my ears into a more human size and shape, but I declined. I've always liked my ears. It was only the nose I was after.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: It was only the nose I was after. DaSilva smiled warmly and laughed, laughing with me, until he adjusted his wireframe glasses, looked at me a little closer, and quit laughing. He cleared his throat.
  I stared straight ahead and listened to the pencil scratching on the paper. When he was done, he showed me the quick sketch that he had drawn of me. It looked like this:
  Dr. DaSilva was evidently a skilled draftsman. I agreed this was an accurate rendering of my profile. Dr. DaSilva flipped a sheet of transparency paper over this drawing, and sketched out a prospective nose on top of it. When finished, he showed me the result:
  I forgot myself—I was hopping up and down madly in my seat, and Dr. DaSilva sharply hushed me. I slapped my hands over my mouth such that I resembled the third and final of the Three Wise Monkeys, and, when I was sure no more yelps of irrepressible joy would escape me, I lowered my quivering fingers. The image Dr. DaSilva had rendered drove me to the brink of tears. He understood precisely the nose that I desired. The nose that would make me a man. Dr. DaSilva also offered to trim my ears into a more human size and shape, but I declined. I've always liked my ears.Dr.
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conversations.value: What is the last four paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Particular thanks to Jonathan Ames—the first person to read this whole thing straight through in the scattershot and inchoate state it was in at the time—for being an early advocate of Bruno's, and for his continued friendship and support further along.
  Special shout-outs to Jim Mattson, Nimo Johnson, Kate "Hunter Hero" Sachs, Sergei Tsimberov, Roman Skaskiw, Kevin Holden, Andre Perry, Diana Thow, Cara Ellis, Andres Restrepo, John Benjamin, Sam Cooper, Graham Webster, Colin Heintze, Sarah Heyward, Jenny Zhang, Anthony Swofford, Sam Seigle, Gwenda-lin Grewal, and überthanks to Chris Wiley for his unflagging friendship, his apartment, a humdinger of a celebratory dinner, and countless other good turns.
  And thanks to Jane Goodall, who, when I was a teenager, I heard say, "All living things on this planet are far, far closer together than they are apart."
  Great apes are in serious danger. It will be an unforgivable shame on our species if we allow this vital window into understanding ourselves to close forever. To learn about nonfictional ape language research and to support great ape habitat conservation, I urge you to visit www.greatapetrust.org.