conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Year of the Hare'
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Year of the Hare
  Hannikainen produced several drawings on graph paper, showing careful longitudinal sections of human crania.
  At first glance the pictures looked exactly alike, but on closer inspection they differed slightly in detail.
  Hannikainen displayed his drawings excitedly, with burning eyes, smiling triumphantly. Vatanen studied the pictures and had to admit that Hannikainen's drawings were exactly as he said: the crania were different, the older crania from the more recent ones.
  Hannikainen replaced the cranium pictures in the suitcase and displayed a large chart: a spreading curve annotated with numbers.
  Hannikainen thrust the chart of the president's height aside. Somewhat frenziedly, he sought out a new chart. It was a careful record of Kekkonen's weight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: three more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'Vatanen kicked off his skis and wrenched open the door'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Vatanen kicked off his skis and wrenched open the door. Kaartinen was at a table by the window, just having coffee.
  Kaartinen backed to the wall, staring in a funk at Vatanen, who was gripping a rifle. Terrified, Kaartinen stammered out that he knew nothing about the hare. He'd left so early, he hadn't had the heart to awaken his host, who was sleeping so soundly. That was all.
  Vatanen became so enraged, he dropped the man from the wall, flung him into the middle of the room, and gave him a cracking blow on the chin. The luckless ski instructor went flying full-length across the cabin floor. There was silence, broken only by Vatanen's panting.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: As I see it, Vatanen's personal history and manner of conduct reveal him to be a revolutionary, a true subversive, and therein lies the secret of his greatness. Watching Vatanen tenderly stroking the hare's fur in his dismal cell, as if he were its mother, I was aware of what human solidarity may entail. I remember certain moments when, as the moist-eyed prisoner looked at his stone wall, a vague intuition disturbed me: that nothing on earth could prevent this afflicted man from once more demonstrating the full force of his whole being.
  The present volume was already going to press when an express telegram, expedited by messenger, arrived on my desk from the prison: Vatanen and the hare had escaped from jail!
  I rushed to the prison and ascertained how the break-out had occurred. It is one of the more remarkable events in our criminal history. Vatanen's longing for freedom was such that, one agonizing day, with the hare in his arms, he stepped through his cell wall into the exercise yard, crossed the open space to the exterior wall, and walked through that, too, into the freedom beyond; and neither he nor the hare have been seen since. During these moments of flight, the prison warders were as if paralyzed behind their machine guns and harpoons—incapable of impeding his flight in any way.
  Moreover, Vatanen's lawyer, L. Heikkinen, was not available the day after the escape, and there is still no information as to her whereabouts.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Heikkinen, was not available the day after the escape, and there is still no information as to her whereabouts..
  Moreover, Vatanen's lawyer, L. During these moments of flight, the prison warders were as if paralyzed behind their machine guns and harpoons—incapable of impeding his flight in any way. Vatanen's longing for freedom was such that, one agonizing day, with the hare in his arms, he stepped through his cell wall into the exercise yard, crossed the open space to the exterior wall, and walked through that, too, into the freedom beyond; and neither he nor the hare have been seen since. It is one of the more remarkable events in our criminal history.
  The present volume was already going to press when an express telegram, expedited by messenger, arrived on my desk from the prison: Vatanen and the hare had escaped from jail!
  I rushed to the prison and ascertained how the break-out had occurred. I remember certain moments when, as the moist-eyed prisoner looked at his stone wall, a vague intuition disturbed me: that nothing on earth could prevent this afflicted man from once more demonstrating the full force of his whole being. Watching Vatanen tenderly stroking the hare's fur in his dismal cell, as if he were its mother, I was aware of what human solidarity may entail.As I see it, Vatanen's personal history and manner of conduct reveal him to be a revolutionary, a true subversive, and therein lies the secret of his greatness