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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Book, Year, Ella with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Under the Harrow'
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conversations.value: Do you know the first paragraph for this book?
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conversations.value: Under the Harrow
  Montague Pupker stood at the window and peered through the Venetian blinds. He could hardly count the number of belligerent West Enders who, not yet wishing to retire, now shuffled and loitered just outside the Palace, demanding with their shouts and their intermittent chants that the M.P.P.'s start to earn at last their long exorbitant salaries and prove at last their longboasted mettle, by putting an end to this crisis without further delay.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Under the Harrow
  Montague Pupker stood at the window and peered through the Venetian blinds. He could hardly count the number of belligerent West Enders who, not yet wishing to retire, now shuffled and loitered just outside the Palace, demanding with their shouts and their intermittent chants that the M.P.P.
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conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs? End with the sentence ' "What do you see below?" asked George, as my nephew put his eye to the open slit in the wood.'.
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conversations.value: Oscar, suddenly seised by a terrible fear for his own safety now that there be Outland marauders with guns poised to do harm to him, made a vaulting leap past Howler and scudded away.
  Howler looked over the faces of those who were come to make his job difficult and then capitulated to the inevitable, unfastened the ring of keys that depended from his belt, and turned it over to Muntle. "Is it true that we are all to be drowned?" he asked fearfully of the reinstated sheriff.
  I shook my head and explained to the growing crowd why such action would not be prudent. Already we had begun to hear a stray gunshot now and then, which I suspected came from an Outland sniper meeting up with some Dinglian acting upon those very same thoughts of escape. "By the bye, Howler, from whom did you hear that we were to be drowned?"
  Indeed, Charlotte and Gus both knew now that their son was alive and where he was being kept, for I had a made a point of finally divulging the facts of his whereabouts as the three of us were being transported to our respective addresses of incarceration. Knowledge that their son was no longer abroad had, no doubt, been of great comfort to them during these last two days, and I was happy finally to be able to unburden myself of the weight of it once and all.
  What had already been done was this: the plaster had been carved and chipped and chopped away, and the under-boards of strong wood cut and pried back enough to emit a sliver of light into the room. The sliver was being broadened inches by inches through the application of clawing, splinter-lacerated hands and rude makeshift tools: Quilp's dull whittling knife, the leg of a chair, the iron cross bar from one of the room's now disassembled cots. "What do you see below?" asked George, as my nephew put his eye to the open slit in the wood.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Though his medical credentials were no longer valid in the Outland, my friend Timberry and his fiancée (and subsequent wife) Susan Fagin assisted in the care and treatment of all of the Dinglian consumptives, and nearly all were healed, including each of the Scadger children so afflicted. The Scadgers and the Trimmers grew close over those tented months and learnt from one another, and indeed there was so much that was to be learned about the Outland that a special school was set up, The Chowser Institute for Outland Studies, wherein Dinglians were versed in the culture and practicalities of Outland living. Dr. Chivery joined the school's faculty and made substantial contributions when he was lucid. He was delighted to learn that his hypothesis with regard to the impossibility of squaring the circle was proven correct, and that pi was a transcendental number just as he had always believed (and that a supercomputer had truncated it at over one trillion digits!)
  Charlotte wept with joy to have her family intact once more, and Gus, who scarcely ever cried himself, could not turn off his own spigot for worlds.
  Phillips told us much that we did not know about his friend Ruth Wolf, and her brave spirit communed with us ever thereafter.
  I cannot say much more about us on this day, a year and a half after the destruction of Dingley Dell, for so much has yet to be decided. We know that to achieve normalcy here in what was once known as the Terra Incognita will require a long period of adjustment—a period about which I may well write some day.
  Suffice it to say that there is nothing to be learnt here of any great inculcatory benefit. We are no object lesson for future study. We are simply a little people from an orographically anomalous valley where the words of Charles Dickens sprang from the page and directed our steps and our hearts. We are of no particular importance otherwise, except that we have been uprooted and now as refugees must make our way in a strange and foreign land, and such a journey may fascinate some. There are African pygmies who are being similarly watched in the state of Utah.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about FiG, cared.
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conversations.value: Though his medical credentials were no longer valid in the Outland, my friend Timberry and his fiancée (and subsequent wife) Susan Fagin assisted in the care and treatment of all of the Dinglian consumptives, and nearly all were healed, including each of the Scadger children so afflicted. The Scadgers and the Trimmers grew close over those tented months and learnt from one another, and indeed there was so much that was to be learned about the Outland that a special school was set up, The Chowser Institute for Outland Studies, wherein Dinglians were versed in the culture and practicalities of Outland living. Dr. Chivery joined the school's faculty and made substantial contributions when he was lucid. He was delighted to learn that his hypothesis with regard to the impossibility of squaring the circle was proven correct, and that pi was a transcendental number just as he had always believed (and that a supercomputer had truncated it at over one trillion digits!)
  Charlotte wept with joy to have her family intact once more, and Gus, who scarcely ever cried himself, could not turn off his own spigot for worlds. 
  Phillips told us much that we did not know about his friend Ruth Wolf, and her brave spirit communed with us ever thereafter. 
  I cannot say much more about us on this day, a year and a half after the destruction of Dingley Dell, for so much has yet to be decided. We continue to reside at the FiG and are grateful to be so well cared for there, but it is not a life that we would permanently wish for ourselves, and we are eager to return to some form of normalcy. We know that to achieve normalcy here in what was once known as the Terra Incognita will require a long period of adjustment—a period about which I may well write some day. 
  Suffice it to say that there is nothing to be learnt here of any great inculcatory benefit. We are no object lesson for future study. We are simply a little people from an orographically anomalous valley where the words of Charles Dickens sprang from the page and directed our steps and our hearts. We are of no particular importance otherwise, except that we have been uprooted and now as refugees must make our way in a strange and foreign land, and such a journey may fascinate some. There are African pygmies who are being similarly watched in the state of Utah.
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conversations.value: What could be a category for this book?
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conversations.value: A category could be 'epub book'