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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Women's, film entitled The Women's Room
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conversations.value: The Women's Room (film): A married mother of two leaves her philandering husband and enrolls in graduate school.
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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Mira, Norm, Lanny entitled The Women's Room. End with the sentence '\nThe ending is also a doubling back in which the narrator begins to write the story the reader has just read.'.
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conversations.value: The Women's Room: Mira and her friends represent a wide cross-section of American society in the 1950s and 1960s.\nMira herself is from a middle-class background.\nShe is mildly rebellious in that she disagrees with her mother\'s view of the world.\nIn her late teens she dates a fellow student named Lanny; one night, when she was supposed to be out on a date with Lanny, he ignores her, and in response Mira dances with several men.\nMira\'s actions in this instance gain her a reputation for being loose.\nThrough this experience and several others with Lanny, Mira realizes she does not want to marry Lanny because he would leave her at home, alone, scrubbing floors.\nLater, Mira marries Norm, a future doctor.\nMira and Norm have two sons, Norm Jr.\n(referred to as Normie throughout the book) and Clark.\nDuring the first few years of her marriage with Norm, Mira develops friendships with three neighborhood women: Natalie, Adele, and Bliss—all of them are married with children.\nThe women begin to throw dinner parties in order to create fun evenings together that involve their husbands.\nAt the dinner parties there is flirtation between the different couples.\nNatalie begins to believe that her husband and Mira are having an affair but Mira is able to dismiss Natalie\'s accusation and their bonds survive until Mira discovers that Bliss and Natalie are having affairs with Adele\'s husband.\nThe suspicion and actuality of affairs within the group results in irreversible damage to their friendships.\nMira and Norm later move to the small town of Beau Reve, where Mira meets fellow married women with children: Lily, Samantha, and Martha.\nDuring this time Mira\'s marriage to Norm becomes more and more routine, and Mira finds herself at home, alone, scrubbing floors.\nAlso while in Beau Reve, Mira witnesses the struggles of her friends.\nLily goes mad as a result of her son\'s rebellious behavior, Samantha is evicted after her husband loses his job and leaves her, and Martha takes a married lover who simultaneously gets his wife pregnant.\nThrough her friends, Mira begins to understand the unfair advantages enjoyed by men in relationships.\nAfter many years of marriage, Norm files for divorce (it is hinted that he has been having an affair for some time) and remarries, leaving Mira on her own.\nDuring this time, Mira, lost without her routine life of wifely duties, attempts to commit suicide and is found by Martha who helps her pick herself up.\nMira returns the help in due time when Martha too attempts suicide in trying to deal with her failed affair and resulting divorce.\nFollowing the divorce, Mira goes to Harvard University to study for a PhD in English literature, with which she hopes to fulfill her lifelong dream of teaching.\nThere she meets Val, a militant radical feminist divorcée with a "precocious" teenage daughter, Chris.\nIt is the heyday of Women\'s Liberation and Mira now too, finally able to verbalise her discontent at the society around her, becomes a feminist, although a less radical and militant one than Val.\nTheir circle includes Isolde (a lesbian divorcée), Kyla (married to Harley), and Clarissa (married to Duke).\nIt also includes Ben, a diplomat to the fictional African nation of Lianu, with whom Mira begins a relationship.\nMira and Ben have a happy relationship, in which Mira is able to maintain a sense of independence.\nMira\'s development in the relationship helps to show her new unwillingness to live the life of a stereotypical housewife.\nWhen Mira\'s children come to visit her at Harvard, her growth and independence is revealed by a clear change in her views on the dichotomy between motherhood and sexuality.\nWhile at college, Val\'s daughter, Chris, is raped.\nFollowing the rape of her daughter, Val states (over Mira\'s protests), "Whatever they may be in public life, whatever their relationships with men, in their relationships with women, all men are rapists, and that\'s all they are.\nThey rape us with their eyes, their laws, and their codes".\nThis is one of the most quoted and criticized lines of the novel.\nMira later ends her relationship with Ben after realizing that Ben expects her to return to Lianu with him and bear his children.\nSoon after, she finds out that Val has been shot following a violent protest at the trial of a rape victim.\nThe book ends with a brief summary of where the characters are now.\nBen married his secretary and now has two children.\nMira is teaching at a small community college and is not dating anyone.\nThe ending is also a doubling back in which the narrator begins to write the story the reader has just read.
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conversations.value: the first two paragraphs for this book. End with the sentence ' When she spotted Iso striding home, she'd look up and smile, and her face would smooth out.'.
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conversations.value: The Women's Room
  Only Val was not studying for orals; she operated under different rules, and was working on an elaborate project which required her interviewing several hundred carefully selected people. But she seemed these days to be always running from meeting to protest to meeting. She was agitated and more and more single-minded: the situation in Southeast Asia became more intolerable to her as the bombings were increased, American forces increased. But all of us were distraught: Kyla was pale, and her face looked crumpled; Clarissa's eyes were sunk in her head; Mira was worried and withdrawn; only Iso bloomed.
  The major luxury the women permitted themselves was a visit at Iso's two or three times a week. But Kyla stopped in almost every day. She went whenever the impulse struck her—sometimes at eleven in the morning, sometimes at two, or four, or even six o'clock. If Iso was not there, she would sit on the steps waiting, a forlorn little figure, her face knotted and twisting from one expression to another. She would sit reading, her mouth twisting even while she read. When she spotted Iso striding home, she'd look up and smile, and her face would smooth out.
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conversations.value: After a time, Karman came to them and said he advised dropping the charges. Chris was stunned. They argued for over an hour. It seemed the boy claimed she had been willing. Karman said that as if somehow it was final, as if it had gone to the highest court and been decided. Unfortunately, he explained, Chris had not been stabbed. She had some bad bruises, he believed (he checked his notes)—at least so she claimed. The best they could do in any case, since she had not been stabbed, was to charge battery, for which the boy would get six months. But the boy was adamant in his story that she was his friend, and he doubted they could make the charge stick. It was best not to put her through it, he kept advising Val, not looking at Chris. Chris had the same glazed stare; she did not seem to understand what was really being said. The boy was coming up for trial on two other charges of battery, and one of rape—that time there had been some nice clean knife wounds—and he would no doubt be sent to jail anyway.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: The beach grows emptier every day. I can walk for a long time without anyone turning to stare at the madwoman. In fact, people haven't been staring much lately. They seem to have grown used to me. Sometimes someone even nods and says "Mornin' " as they pass, as if I were one of them.
  The sand is beginning to turn amber. The sky is very pale. It grows paler day by day, and toward the north it is white, moving to stark immaculate whiteness. Some days I feel alive, terribly alive, with hair like wires and a knife in my hand. Once in a while my mind slips and I think I am back in my dream and that I have shut the door, the one without a handle on the inside. I imagine that tomorrow I will be pounding and screaming to be let out, but no one will hear, no one will come. Other times I think I have gone over the line, like Lily, like Val, and can no longer speak anything but truth. An elderly man stopped me the other day as I was walking along the beach, a white-haired man with a nasty face, but he smiled and said, "Nice day, isn't it?" and I glared and snapped at him, "Of course you have to say that, it's the only day you have!"
  Maybe I need a keeper. I don't want them to lock me up and give me electric shock until I forget. Forget: lëthê: the opposite of truth.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about treading.
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conversations.value: The beach grows emptier every day. I can walk for a long time without anyone turning to stare at the madwoman. In fact, people haven't been staring much lately. They seem to have grown used to me. Sometimes someone even nods and says "Mornin' " as they pass, as if I were one of them. 
  The sand is beginning to turn amber. The sky is very pale. It grows paler day by day, and toward the north it is white, moving to stark immaculate whiteness. 
  Some days I feel dead, I feel like a robot, treading out time. Some days I feel alive, terribly alive, with hair like wires and a knife in my hand. Once in a while my mind slips and I think I am back in my dream and that I have shut the door, the one without a handle on the inside. I imagine that tomorrow I will be pounding and screaming to be let out, but no one will hear, no one will come. Other times I think I have gone over the line, like Lily, like Val, and can no longer speak anything but truth. An elderly man stopped me the other day as I was walking along the beach, a white-haired man with a nasty face, but he smiled and said, "Nice day, isn't it?" and I glared and snapped at him, "Of course you have to say that, it's the only day you have!"
  Maybe I need a keeper. I don't want them to lock me up and give me electric shock until I forget. Forget: lëthê: the opposite of truth.