conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about Driftless, Area, Pierre entitled The Driftless Area?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Driftless Area: The film tells the story of a young man by the name of Pierre Hunter (Anton Yelchin) who falls in love with a mysterious woman named Stella (Zooey Deschanel) and finds himself in a dangerous cat-and-mouse game with a somewhat idiotic but, nonetheless, capable and violent criminal named Shane (John Hawkes) in a story that is in equal parts about fate, love, coming-of-age, and life in a small town.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Driftless Area
  Just prior to this a daughter of the prosperous Chang family, named Yen-erh, died at the age of fifteen suddenly without any apparent cause. In the night, however, she came to life again, stood up, and wished to hasten out; the family barred the door and would not hear of her doing so. Thereupon she said: "I am the spirit of the daughter of a subprefect.... Really I am a ghost, so what is the use of confining me here?"
  THEIR NAMES were Pierre Hunter and Rebecca Lee, and they were seventeen years old, and he had come to see her in the hospital, because she had got pneumonia after running in a cross-country match on a rainy weekend.
  She lay in the bed, holding the rails with pale and slender hands, and said it had to be dark in the room or she could not sleep.
  Pierre walked over and looked out the window. The parking lot was lit by a grid of streetlamps, one of which stood just outside the glass. And the light it gave was white with a blue center.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And as they went along the driver said he was going down to San Antonio, to help his brother, who had found a lot of money in a car wash. Or rather than saying it he yelled it, or nearly so, to be heard above the highway sound that rolled through the missing window.
  Pierre was only making conversation. The story sounded made up, though it was not that unusual for something you would hear while hitchhiking.
  Pierre's backpack was then riding along in the bed of the pickup, in violation of a fundamental rule of hitchhiking, which is not to get separated from anything you don't want to lose.
  The end of the ride showed the reason for the rule. When they came to the turnoff for the highway that Pierre would take east the 70 miles to Shale, the driver went halfway up the exit ramp and stopped there on the shoulder.
  Once he said that Pierre saw his mistake. Still, there was nothing to do but get out. He opened the door and began to step down and the truck took off, throwing him on the pavement.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He opened the door and began to step down and the truck took off, throwing him on the pavement.. Still, there was nothing to do but get out.
  Once he said that Pierre saw his mistake. When they came to the turnoff for the highway that Pierre would take east the 70 miles to Shale, the driver went halfway up the exit ramp and stopped there on the shoulder.
  The end of the ride showed the reason for the rule.
  Pierre's backpack was then riding along in the bed of the pickup, in violation of a fundamental rule of hitchhiking, which is not to get separated from anything you don't want to lose. The story sounded made up, though it was not that unusual for something you would hear while hitchhiking.
  Pierre was only making conversation. Or rather than saying it he yelled it, or nearly so, to be heard above the highway sound that rolled through the missing window.And as they went along the driver said he was going down to San Antonio, to help his brother, who had found a lot of money in a car wash
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She pushed her wet hair back and waited there with her hands on top of her head and water beading on her face. Yes, she thought, they could live in this place. There might be good things to do here. And it wouldn't have to be forever.
  It's a warm day late in the fall. Hunting in the hills, he finds an orchard he has never seen before, high and green in the afternoon sun. It is deserted, the trees are young and well tended. He's walked for miles and as he moves through the orchard he realizes all at once how tired he is. He sits down at the base of a willow tree, lays his gun beside him. His eyes close, his legs unfold, and he breathes deeply.
  When he wakes it is dark and cool. The moon is overhead. He has no idea how long he has slept. It feels like days. A woman in a long coat and boots stands looking at him.
  He gets up and looks around. "I don't know what happened. I sat down to rest this afternoon and that's the last thing I know."
  He picks up the shotgun. He has the strangest feeling that he knows this place, knows this woman. He figures it's because he just woke up, that he's still partly dreaming. But when he takes her hand it feels warm and real, and they walk down the orchard row with the moonlight on the leaves.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But when he takes her hand it feels warm and real, and they walk down the orchard row with the moonlight on the leaves. Yes, she thought, they could live in this place. There might be good things to do here. And it wouldn't have to be forever.
  It's a warm day late in the fall. Hunting in the hills, he finds an orchard he has never seen before, high and green in the afternoon sun. It is deserted, the trees are young and well tended. He's walked for miles and as he moves through the orchard he realizes all at once how tired he is. He sits down at the base of a willow tree, lays his gun beside him. His eyes close, his legs unfold, and he breathes deeply.
  When he wakes it is dark and cool. The moon is overhead. He has no idea how long he has slept. It feels like days. A woman in a long coat and boots stands looking at him.
  He gets up and looks around. "I don't know what happened. I sat down to rest this afternoon and that's the last thing I know."
  He picks up the shotgun. He has the strangest feeling that he knows this place, knows this woman. He figures it's because he just woke up, that he's still partly dreaming.She pushed her wet hair back and waited there with her hands on top of her head and water beading on her face.