conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Gates of Eden about DAW with the genre: Literature & Fiction, United States?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: DAW 1st edition 1983 paperback fine, signed by the author In stock shipped from our UK warehouse
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Gates of Eden
  Angelina switched off, and looked at me. I'd taken Harmall's little device out of my pocket, and was contemplating it ruefully.
  I turned away from the radio to look out through the open flap of the cupola, across the carpet of floating leaves.
  She started the motor, and guided us away in the direction we wanted to go. When I glanced back at the watcher, he'd vanished.
  A small creature like a basilisk lizard darted across the leaf-rafts away to port, steadying itself as it ran with a supple horizontally frilled tail. Colored insects settled briefly on the cupola, hitching a free ride for a little way. The sun was shining, but there were big cloudbanks gathering in the west and moving slowly toward us. It was obvious that we weren't going to outrun them, and that we were in for more rain.
  We both knew that meant nothing. There are a million places on Earth where you could dump a probe which could sit there for years and not catch sight of anything more interesting than a cockroach. You could put one down in the middle of a zoo or a national park and still see nothing.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is two more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I cleared the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my one-piece. I dared not look back at my ruined feet, so I looked forward instead.
  At first I thought it was evening, but then I realized that we were simply in a gloomy vegetable grotto of some kind. The ground was clear for some thirty meters to either side, and where the branches of the trees did not quite meld together matted rugs of twig-and-vine had been extended between them. There were partitions, too, made out of the same rough "cloth," cutting out squarish shelters and areas of private space. There was no fire, and there were few artifacts, all made of wood. Cups, bowls, spoons, spears.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I cleared the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my one-piece. I dared not look back at my ruined feet, so I looked forward instead.
  At first I thought it was evening, but then I realized that we were simply in a gloomy vegetable grotto of some kind. The ground was clear for some thirty meters to either side, and where the branches of the trees did not quite meld together matted rugs of twig-and-vine had been extended between them. There were partitions, too, made out of the same rough "cloth," cutting out squarish shelters and areas of private space. There was no fire, and there were few artifacts, all made of wood.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last paragraph?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When all the farewells were over, Angelina said, "I suppose if I were to kiss you, you'd have bad dreams, and you'd be sure to have wiped it from your memory by the time you woke up."