conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Greenland, Thinks, Korean entitled No One Thinks of Greenland.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: No One Thinks of Greenland: The story is set after the Korean War.\nThe novel follows the misadventures of the character Rudy Spruance who has been mistaken for another soldier and inadvertently assigned to Greenland.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: No One Thinks of Greenland
  Rudy had been sitting at the typewriter, staring out the window at the glaciers. The mimeograph was in one corner on the trestle table they'd fashioned from pallets and packing crates. Lavone had requisitioned a desk and typewriter for the other corner. Rudy's living area with his bunk, footlocker, bedside crate, and lamp was over against the far wall. Nice accommodations by army standards, especially for north of the Arctic Circle.
  Lavone had come in with the colonel's press release and a For Sale notice from the GI who wanted to unload the guitar Elvis had allegedly strummed. He also had a stack of three-by-five cards from the chaplain: the world news roundup. At Rudy's request, Captain Brank had sent over items about Queen Elizabeth's visit to the U.S., Arthur Godfrey's battle with cancer, and Democratic presidential hopeful John F. Kennedy's pledge to support the separation of church and state. "He's a Catholic!" the chaplain had written in the margin.
  When they'd finished running off the paper, sometime around 0300, Rudy had told Lavone to knock off; Rudy'd said he'd distribute the copies himself. He didn't expect to do it for every issue—dawn delivery—but for this one, he felt like thumping stacks of the early edition down on doorsteps around the post.
  He lugged the bundle of Harpoons into the deserted mess hall. The place was quiet and a little humid still from the steam tables and the previous evening's dishwashing. He took a large portion of the papers, placed it on the pinball machine, and weighted the stack down with a napkin dispenser.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: There was a sheet of instructions in a celluloid envelope tacked inside the door of the two-stall stable. The room smelled richly of dung and litter. It was a smell that comforted Rudy; it was so different from the other smells around the post: the odors of the Wing, of cigarette-butt cans in the barracks, of floor wax all through the halls and Pine-Sol in the latrines, of mess hall grease, of GIs' sweat and farts, of Lavone's amyl ampules and nasal inhalers, and of the occasional sniff of perfume Rudy'd catch whenever a nurse or WAC passed him in a hall. And, of course, this barn smell was one of the first whiffs he'd had of Irene. Faint traces of it had clung to her hair. Now it would cling to him too. One nice thing about the Manure Tour.
  There was only one horse in the barn. A tan gelding. That was strange. Helluva night to be on horseback, Rudy thought. He hoped Irene wasn't out there riding around.
  He set about the tasks as listed: muck out the stalls, replace the drinking water, two cans each of grain, fresh hay in the mangers and in each stall. The gas heater up by the ceiling kicked in and purled out a wave of warm air.
  He was taking a break, patting the side of the horse, enjoying the soft sounds of the animal's chewing and of his chuffing breath, when Irene came through the door that led to the rest of the hangar. Not even giving him time to react, she walked directly to Rudy and, with her shoulder, shoved the horse farther over in the stall to give them room. She threw her arms around Rudy. They kissed right there in the stall. They kissed and held each other, and Rudy had a sudden image of them as two long-separated lovers meeting on the platform of a busy rail terminal and the horse was a big locomotive and steam swirled around them hiding him and Irene from all the inconveniences, all the alibis, the threats and worries of what they were about, leaving them alone for a moment in a cloud of charmed intimacy. He loved the feeling of her body fitting against his. Irene was holding him so tightly he began to feel she almost clutched at him. He tried to comfort her, to let her know with his embrace he would hold her for as long as she wished. He felt her shudder in his arms.
  She steadied, and they embraced like two dance partners and talked softly over each other's shoulders. She said she knew he'd be here. She'd seen the roster. She had to come out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The room smelled richly of dung and litter. It was a smell that comforted Rudy; it was so different from the other smells around the post: the odors of the Wing, of cigarette-butt cans in the barracks, of floor wax all through the halls and Pine-Sol in the latrines, of mess hall grease, of GIs' sweat and farts, of Lavone's amyl ampules and nasal inhalers, and of the occasional sniff of perfume Rudy'd catch whenever a nurse or WAC passed him in a hall. And, of course, this barn smell was one of the first whiffs he'd had of Irene. Faint traces of it had clung to her hair. Now it would cling to him too. One nice thing about the Manure Tour.
  There was only one horse in the barn. A tan gelding. That was strange. Helluva night to be on horseback, Rudy thought. He hoped Irene wasn't out there riding around.
  He set about the tasks as listed: muck out the stalls, replace the drinking water, two cans each of grain, fresh hay in the mangers and in each stall. The gas heater up by the ceiling kicked in and purled out a wave of warm air.
  He was taking a break, patting the side of the horse, enjoying the soft sounds of the animal's chewing and of his chuffing breath, when Irene came through the door that led to the rest of the hangar. Not even giving him time to react, she walked directly to Rudy and, with her shoulder, shoved the horse farther over in the stall to give them room. She threw her arms around Rudy. They kissed right there in the stall. They kissed and held each other, and Rudy had a sudden image of them as two long-separated lovers meeting on the platform of a busy rail terminal and the horse was a big locomotive and steam swirled around them hiding him and Irene from all the inconveniences, all the alibis, the threats and worries of what they were about, leaving them alone for a moment in a cloud of charmed intimacy. He loved the feeling of her body fitting against his. Irene was holding him so tightly he began to feel she almost clutched at him. He tried to comfort her, to let her know with his embrace he would hold her for as long as she wished. He felt her shudder in his arms.
  She steadied, and they embraced like two dance partners and talked softly over each other's shoulders. She said she knew he'd be here. She'd seen the roster. She had to come out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Before he went to his sled, Ululluik took one last look inside the Quonset. He was old; it might be his last time here in one of these buildings. The place was full of junk, a mess. On a table inside, though, he found a box of tiny letters, thousands of the qallunaaqs' writing symbols locked in a frame. He touched them, and their marks came off on his fingers.
  Ululluik picked up one of the slugs of type. He tossed it in his palm and pressed his thumb into the letters. They left marks and dents on his skin.
  He put the slug inside his parka. The slug would be his charm. He would carry it with him. He would press its letters into his skin, and it would remind him to be silent for more years. Many more, if he had them in him. In that way, he would be safe from that strange spirit he saw out by glacier. No one would know.
  When he was packed and ready to leave, it wasn't even necessary to yell at his dogs. They wanted to leave too. They just leaped up in their harnesses and began to pull.
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