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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about strong>the, Impossible, Journeys with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, Historical?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Favourite'
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conversations.value: Provide the first long scene for the screenplay.
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conversations.value: The Favourite
  
  EXT COUNTRYSIDE 1 1 A carriage crosses the landscape. 
  INT CARRIAGE DAY 2 2 A man in a military uniform with one arm. Inside the carriage,(think overloaded modern taxi) seven or eight people are crammed in. 
  ABIGAIL, an open, friendly innocent woman is crushed to the side. She clutches a dirty purse and a letter in her hands. Two kids, snot streaming from their noses, cough TB into the air. The military man smiles at her. She smiles back empathetically, then notices his other arm jiggling. She looks down. He has his hand inside his pants and is jerking off. 
  ABIGAIL Must you? INT PALACE COURTYARD / SF GATE DAY 3 3 A shout and the carriage stops. Abigail gets up. Stands and yanks the door open, a man grabs her arse. She pulls away but trips and launches off the edge of the carriage falling face first into the mud. She grabs her bag. Looks up at the castle before her. To her right soldiers are standing around a fire warming themselves, a few amputees. 
  EXT KITCHEN DAY 4 4 The servant’s entrance to the busy kitchen of the castle. At the door, SALLY, a young maid, stares at Abigail and takes the letter she hands her. She closes the door. Abigail waits. 
  EXT KITCHEN DAY 5 5 Now MEG, the dour, fat 60ish housekeeper opens the door and stares at her. She motions her to come in. 
  INT KITCHEN DAY 6 6 Abigail steps through into the busy basement kitchen. 
  MRS MEG Grab a hunk of bread. Sally will take you to clean up and then to her Ladyship. Abigail grabs the bread and follows Sally. She tears at the bread ravenously. 
  INT BACKSTAIRS / WWSDAY 7 7 They head up the stairs. And through a door. 
  INT HALLWAY / A&E DAY 8 8 They walk along the hallway, wooden, lined with rugs. Beautiful, ornate and opulent. Abigail stares at her surroundings. She sniffs herself, aware of her stench. 
  ABIGAIL This mud stinks. 
  SALLY They shit in the street round here. Political commentary they call it. Sally opens a door. 
  SALLY (CONT’D) Go through here. Clean yourself up. 
  ABIGAIL Thank you so much. Abigail goes through. Sally shuts the door behind her with a smile. Abigail in darkness, finds herself behind a thick curtain. She fumbles her way and pushes through it to find... 
  INT DRAWING ROOM DAY 9 9 GODOLPHIN, MARLBOROUGH and SARAH staring at her. 
  SARAH I didn’t know the new sewer ended in here. Godolphin and Marlborough laugh. 
  ABIGAIL Lady Marlborough. She curtseys. 
  ABIGAIL (CONT’D) It is I Abigail. Dear cousin. I had a letter from our aunt and... I’m sorry, I did not to mean to present as a... I fell out of the carriage,.. and a man was pulling his... never mind the man. My letter from our aunt... 
  SHOOTING SCRIPT 6 MAR 17 2.She holds out the mud soaked letter but stops, flustered, as two flies arrive to buzz around her.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: The Favourite
  
  EXT COUNTRYSIDE 1 1 A carriage crosses the landscape. 
  INT CARRIAGE DAY 2 2 A man in a military uniform with one arm. Inside the carriage,(think overloaded modern taxi) seven or eight people are crammed in. 
  ABIGAIL, an open, friendly innocent woman is crushed to the side. She clutches a dirty purse and a letter in her hands. Two kids, snot streaming from their noses, cough TB into the air. The military man smiles at her. She smiles back empathetically, then notices his other arm jiggling. She looks down. He has his hand inside his pants and is jerking off. 
  ABIGAIL Must you? INT PALACE COURTYARD / SF GATE DAY 3 3 A shout and the carriage stops. Abigail gets up. Stands and yanks the door open, a man grabs her arse. She pulls away but trips and launches off the edge of the carriage falling face first into the mud. She grabs her bag. Looks up at the castle before her. To her right soldiers are standing around a fire warming themselves, a few amputees. 
  EXT KITCHEN DAY 4 4 The servant’s entrance to the busy kitchen of the castle. At the door, SALLY, a young maid, stares at Abigail and takes the letter she hands her. She closes the door. Abigail waits. 
  EXT KITCHEN DAY 5 5 Now MEG, the dour, fat 60ish housekeeper opens the door and stares at her. She motions her to come in. 
  INT KITCHEN DAY 6 6 Abigail steps through into the busy basement kitchen. 
  MRS MEG Grab a hunk of bread. Sally will take you to clean up and then to her Ladyship. Abigail grabs the bread and follows Sally. She tears at the bread ravenously. 
  INT BACKSTAIRS / WWSDAY 7 7 They head up the stairs. And through a door. 
  INT HALLWAY / A&E DAY 8 8 They walk along the hallway, wooden, lined with rugs. Beautiful, ornate and opulent. Abigail stares at her surroundings. She sniffs herself, aware of her stench. 
  ABIGAIL This mud stinks. 
  SALLY They shit in the street round here. Political commentary they call it. Sally opens a door. 
  SALLY (CONT’D) Go through here. Clean yourself up. 
  ABIGAIL Thank you so much. Abigail goes through. Sally shuts the door behind her with a smile. Abigail in darkness, finds herself behind a thick curtain. She fumbles her way and pushes through it to find... 
  INT DRAWING ROOM DAY 9 9 GODOLPHIN, MARLBOROUGH and SARAH staring at her. 
  SARAH I didn’t know the new sewer ended in here. Godolphin and Marlborough laugh. 
  ABIGAIL Lady Marlborough. She curtseys. 
  ABIGAIL (CONT’D) It is I Abigail. Dear cousin. I had a letter from our aunt and... I’m sorry, I did not to mean to present as a... I fell out of the carriage,.. and a man was pulling his... never mind the man. My letter from our aunt... 
  SHOOTING SCRIPT 6 MAR 17 2.
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conversations.value: Provide another scene.
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conversations.value: HARLEY Hello. Remember me? ABIGAIL Mr Harley. You always unbalance me. 
  HARLEY So what’s been happening? ABIGAIL The Queen and Lady Marlborough are to race lobsters and then eat them. 
  HARLEY Do you want to get punched? ABIGAIL The Queen will announce the doubling of the landholders tax to Parliament. 
  HARLEY Do you jest? ABIGAIL I do not think she is certain of it though.
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conversations.value: Provide the last medium length scene.
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  DISPOSAL OF THIS SCRIPT COPY DOES NOT ALTER ANY OF THE RESTRICTIONS SET FORTH ABOVE.
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conversations.value: Provide the first two paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'The Favourite
  Elizabeth had spent all of her reign and most of her life fighting the imperative to marry, intent on preserving a vital pale of private freedom for herself, seemingly at any cost, personal liberty and independence of action being the root of her emotional security'.
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  Elizabeth had spent all of her reign and most of her life fighting the imperative to marry, intent on preserving a vital pale of private freedom for herself, seemingly at any cost, personal liberty and independence of action being the root of her emotional security. With marital pressures all but extinguished, then, it might be thought she was more free than ever, but in a sense the fight itself had been what sustained her, a rare source of human certainty as well as a vital diplomatic tool, and without it the burdens of her role were more starkly apparent. Moreover, if she thought she could escape the suffocation of captivity – in the form of fear and its precautions – while her cousin Mary Stuart lived, she was mistaken, although the only practical solution to that problem – Mary's death – still seemed unthinkable. Yet what would happen if Mary outlived her? Elizabeth had always managed both people and policy through the strategic use of deferral, but that required time to be on her side, and, truth be told, it was no longer clear that was so. Even Leicester had grown tired of waiting.
  But the historical truth of the story may not ultimately be important, because its survival suggests that it memorably articulates something of the dynamic between queen and courtier in general, an iconic moment that marries deference – the very quality he so conspicuously lacked in his Irish dealings – to an exaggerated courtesy that shouts for attention: a display of both wealth and subservience that is at the same time a claim for preferment. It does all these things. But it also defines something particular about Ralegh – the extravagant rhetorical act, the ostentatious gesture: the self-seeking, self-publicizing butterfly.
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conversations.value: Provide two more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: In this, he and Elizabeth were wholly alike. If the factions at Elizabeth's court were on most issues fluid, here they can be reduced into three: the war party; the peace-at-any-price party; and, between them, the peace-first, war-as-last-resort party. The queen herself was in the latter, by far the smallest group; Ralegh liked to give the impression that he stood alongside Walsingham and Leicester in the first category, but the truth is that his position was far more ambiguous and contradictory: he judged neither people nor nations by their religions but by their politics – and the extent to which they stood in his way. And willingly or otherwise, he seems to have allowed Elizabeth to exploit that, using himto avoid war, hence the earlier dalliance with Arran – and now, in the summer of 1584, an apparent rapprochement with Spain and its agents. They were a faction of two again. In earlier decades, Elizabeth might have used Leicester for such work, someone she trusted without question plausibly being positioned as a friend to Spain; it was another area in which Ralegh usurped the position of his sometime patron, and a mark of the deep and abiding faith she held in him. Froste had recently returned from Spain, where Ralegh had sent him, he claimed, to negotiate with an English exile over the purchase of a manor.2 In some respects of course this is trivial, but less so when you consider that the exile in question was Francis Englefield. As we have already noted, Englefield – also a close friend of Nicholas Sanders – had been a thorn in Elizabeth's flesh since the beginning of her reign and, blind or not, had been complicit in every significant Catholic plot against her. He was, without doubt, an unusual choice of person to do business with. That is particularly so given that, while Englefield still nominally owned his familial lands, the use of them had been appropriated by the queen some twenty years previously.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about August, Ralegh, Cornwall, attempted, arrested, named.
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conversations.value: In this, he and Elizabeth were wholly alike. If the factions at Elizabeth's court were on most issues fluid, here they can be reduced into three: the war party; the peace-at-any-price party; and, between them, the peace-first, war-as-last-resort party. The queen herself was in the latter, by far the smallest group; Ralegh liked to give the impression that he stood alongside Walsingham and Leicester in the first category, but the truth is that his position was far more ambiguous and contradictory: he judged neither people nor nations by their religions but by their politics – and the extent to which they stood in his way. And willingly or otherwise, he seems to have allowed Elizabeth to exploit that, using himto avoid war, hence the earlier dalliance with Arran – and now, in the summer of 1584, an apparent rapprochement with Spain and its agents. They were a faction of two again. In earlier decades, Elizabeth might have used Leicester for such work, someone she trusted without question plausibly being positioned as a friend to Spain; it was another area in which Ralegh usurped the position of his sometime patron, and a mark of the deep and abiding faith she held in him. 
  On 1 August, a few days after Ralegh had attempted to repurchase his family home, two justices of the peace in Cornwall arrested a man named John Froste and threw him into Saltash Prison. Froste had recently returned from Spain, where Ralegh had sent him, he claimed, to negotiate with an English exile over the purchase of a manor. 2 In some respects of course this is trivial, but less so when you consider that the exile in question was Francis Englefield. As we have already noted, Englefield – also a close friend of Nicholas Sanders – had been a thorn in Elizabeth's flesh since the beginning of her reign and, blind or not, had been complicit in every significant Catholic plot against her. He was, without doubt, an unusual choice of person to do business with. That is particularly so given that, while Englefield still nominally owned his familial lands, the use of them had been appropriated by the queen some twenty years previously.
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Her poem nevertheless moves towards a conclusion that acknowledges the emotional seriousness within the self-dramatizing melancholy, and addresses the bleak insecurity, the troubled self-worth that lay beneath Ralegh's public persona. She offers him a kind of benediction which might stand, I think, for the wider gift of her grace and favour, for a life free from self-doubt:
  It resolves, then, into a valedictory blessing, an assurance of unity but also a farewell, offered from the shore as the tide begins to turn.
  Calendar of State Papers (CSP): Colonial, Domestic, Foreign, Ireland, Scotland, Spain (Simancas), Vatican Archives, Venice.
  Historical Manuscripts Commission calendars and reports (HMC): Bath, Carew, Rutland, Salisbury, Talbot.
  Merton, Charlotte, 'The women who served Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth: ladies, gentlewomen and maids of the privy chamber, 1553–1603', PhD diss., U. Cam., 1992.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: , 1992.. Cam., U.
  Merton, Charlotte, 'The women who served Queen Mary and Queen Elizabeth: ladies, gentlewomen and maids of the privy chamber, 1553–1603', PhD diss.
  Historical Manuscripts Commission calendars and reports (HMC): Bath, Carew, Rutland, Salisbury, Talbot.
  Calendar of State Papers (CSP): Colonial, Domestic, Foreign, Ireland, Scotland, Spain (Simancas), Vatican Archives, Venice. She offers him a kind of benediction which might stand, I think, for the wider gift of her grace and favour, for a life free from self-doubt:
  It resolves, then, into a valedictory blessing, an assurance of unity but also a farewell, offered from the shore as the tide begins to turn.Her poem nevertheless moves towards a conclusion that acknowledges the emotional seriousness within the self-dramatizing melancholy, and addresses the bleak insecurity, the troubled self-worth that lay beneath Ralegh's public persona