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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Aue, French, Reed with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Kindly Ones'
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conversations.value: a plot for a book titled The Kindly Ones
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conversations.value: The Kindly Ones (Powell novel): This, the last volume before World War II, begins with a flashback to Jenkins' boyhood at the outbreak of the Great War.\nThe day of the Sarajevo assassination sees General and Mrs Conyers lunching with Jenkins' parents, and Uncle Giles arriving unexpectedly for tea.\nEqually unexpectedly, the Jenkins' cook, Albert, gives notice.\nThis causes the parlourmaid, Billson, who loves Albert but is loved by the soldier servant, Bracey, to appear naked in the drawing room.\nThe occultist, Dr Trelawney, and his disciples are seen out for a run.\nIn Autumn 1938 Jenkins is staying with the Morelands at their cottage near Stourwater.\nTempler collects the party for dinner with the tycoon Sir Magnus Donners at Stourwater.\nAfter dinner all are photographed by Donners performing tableaux of the Seven Deadly Sins, as portrayed in the castle's tapestries; this triggers a nervous attack on the part of Templer's second wife, Betty.\nAt the end of the evening, Widmerpool appears in army uniform on urgent business.\nIn Summer 1939 Nick has to clear up Uncle Giles's affairs after his death at a small seaside hotel, the Bellevue.\nThis hotel is run by Albert (the Jenkins' former cook), and here Nick meets Bob Duport who, during an evening's drinking, tells Nick of Jean's series of lovers, a disclosure Nick still finds painful.\nIn a scene suffused with black humor Dr Trelawney, now in the grip of drug addiction, anticipates his eventual expiration at the Bellevue.\nLate 1939 finds Jenkins attempting to gain a commission in the Army, eventually effected by Ted Jeavons' brother.\nNick re-encounters Moreland, now homeless but taken in by Lady Molly after being deserted by Matilda for Donners.
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conversations.value: a plot for a book titled The Kindly Ones about Aue, French, Reed with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction
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conversations.value: The Kindly Ones (Powell novel): This, the last volume before World War II, begins with a flashback to Jenkins' boyhood at the outbreak of the Great War.\nThe day of the Sarajevo assassination sees General and Mrs Conyers lunching with Jenkins' parents, and Uncle Giles arriving unexpectedly for tea.\nEqually unexpectedly, the Jenkins' cook, Albert, gives notice.\nThis causes the parlourmaid, Billson, who loves Albert but is loved by the soldier servant, Bracey, to appear naked in the drawing room.\nThe occultist, Dr Trelawney, and his disciples are seen out for a run.\nIn Autumn 1938 Jenkins is staying with the Morelands at their cottage near Stourwater.\nTempler collects the party for dinner with the tycoon Sir Magnus Donners at Stourwater.\nAfter dinner all are photographed by Donners performing tableaux of the Seven Deadly Sins, as portrayed in the castle's tapestries; this triggers a nervous attack on the part of Templer's second wife, Betty.\nAt the end of the evening, Widmerpool appears in army uniform on urgent business.\nIn Summer 1939 Nick has to clear up Uncle Giles's affairs after his death at a small seaside hotel, the Bellevue.\nThis hotel is run by Albert (the Jenkins' former cook), and here Nick meets Bob Duport who, during an evening's drinking, tells Nick of Jean's series of lovers, a disclosure Nick still finds painful.\nIn a scene suffused with black humor Dr Trelawney, now in the grip of drug addiction, anticipates his eventual expiration at the Bellevue.\nLate 1939 finds Jenkins attempting to gain a commission in the Army, eventually effected by Ted Jeavons' brother.\nNick re-encounters Moreland, now homeless but taken in by Lady Molly after being deserted by Matilda for Donners.
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conversations.value: \nThe day of the Sarajevo assassination sees General and Mrs Conyers lunching with Jenkins' parents, and Uncle Giles arriving unexpectedly for tea.\nEqually unexpectedly, the Jenkins' cook, Albert, gives notice.\nThis causes the parlourmaid, Billson, who loves Albert but is loved by the soldier servant, Bracey, to appear naked in the drawing room.\nThe occultist, Dr Trelawney, and his disciples are seen out for a run.\nIn Autumn 1938 Jenkins is staying with the Morelands at their cottage near Stourwater.\nTempler collects the party for dinner with the tycoon Sir Magnus Donners at Stourwater.\nAfter dinner all are photographed by Donners performing tableaux of the Seven Deadly Sins, as portrayed in the castle's tapestries; this triggers a nervous attack on the part of Templer's second wife, Betty.\nAt the end of the evening, Widmerpool appears in army uniform on urgent business.\nIn Summer 1939 Nick has to clear up Uncle Giles's affairs after his death at a small seaside hotel, the Bellevue.\nThis hotel is run by Albert (the Jenkins' former cook), and here Nick meets Bob Duport who, during an evening's drinking, tells Nick of Jean's series of lovers, a disclosure Nick still finds painful.\nIn a scene suffused with black humor Dr Trelawney, now in the grip of drug addiction, anticipates his eventual expiration at the Bellevue.\nLate 1939 finds Jenkins attempting to gain a commission in the Army, eventually effected by Ted Jeavons' brother.\nNick re-encounters Moreland, now homeless but taken in by Lady Molly after being deserted by Matilda for Donners.
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conversations.value: The Kindly Ones
  Ixora, one of Rohin's agemates, a wild-haired, high-tempered hellion who belonged to one of the Halex cousin-lines, looked up from the underboot she was laboriously knitting. "You'll be going into the Necropolis, then." It was not a question, nor did her tone seem malicious, but Rohin scowled.
  The Matriarch snorted. "They say the plays are worth seeing. However, the company you have to keep to see them.... Ghosts and para'anin, all of them, and most of them more whore than actor. Though how you can tell the difference, I don't know."
  The Patroclans exchanged an embarrassed glance. I took a deep breath, controlling an old, instinctive anger, and Jesma said quietly, from her place by the window, "I think you exaggerate, ama. Certainly customs differ—as I'm sure Trey would tell you."
  It was neatly done, reprimand and reminder all in one. A spasm, as much of pain as of embarrassment, flashed across the Matriarch's face, and she said, stiffly, "I had forgotten your former profession, Medium. No offense was intended."
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conversations.value: Belit's eyes widened in recognition, and she raised a hand in greeting. "He's on right now," she said, "but I'll pass the word when he's through."
  The puppetmasters had set up a portable tape rig to stage left—a small light platform surrounded by a fragile-looking scaffold studded with cameras and secondary lights. More lights and cameras were suspended from the canopy. Rehur stood in the center of the column of light, hands on his hips in a familiar, challenging pose. The dark-haired puppetmaster, Rowan, stared up at him, hugging her kataboard against her body. She shook her head, and looked at Ash.
  The blond puppetmaster put a hand to her forehead. "Rehur," she said. "You are playing a demon, the incarnation of evil. Stop looking for sympathy."
  Rehur threw up his hands, and I saw that he was wearing three-inch claws on his fingertips. "All right, fine," he said. I could tell it had been a long rehearsal.
  Rehur stood still for an instant longer, then shook himself, and moved fluidly into the proper stance, torso half turned away from Rowan, his left hand extended palm up, fingers bent to display the glittering claws. His right elbow was tucked close to the body, hand out, palm down, fingers spread. In the same moment, his face assumed a sullen arrogance that contrasted nicely with his delicate features.
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conversations.value: We said goodbye at the back gate of the townhouse, and I let him out into the cool light of Sunrise. We stood for a moment on opposite sides of the gate, staring up at waning Agamemnon. A single strand of cloud bisected its arc, turning it into a giant cabalistic symbol scrawled across the sky. It was cold still—it was always cold—and I clutched the cloak Rohin had given me even closer around my shoulders. It had survived the attack on the Tower and the fire of Madelgar almost untouched, only a few scorch marks on its leather. I had decided weeks before that I would keep it, regardless of the weight restrictions: there were things about Orestes that were worth remembering, and Rohin was one of them.
  The actor nodded, accepting the finality of my words. "I will see you again," he said, and stepped away, lifting a hand in farewell. I watched him walk down the narrow street, and did not step back into the house until he'd turned the corner out of sight. I also knew better than to rely too much on such promises; still, I couldn't stop myself from hoping just a little.003 PoDr. Used by the kind permission of the Conglomerate Records Office, Baldur.
  To encourage the resolution of public and private differences through mutual compromise. It is considered particularly appropriate to settle lawsuits, private quarrels, etc., on this day, or during the week preceding. Honors Trey Maturin, Conglomerate mediator responsible for the creation of the Grand Assembly (1428 PoDr)....
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conversations.value: We said goodbye at the back gate of the townhouse, and I let him out into the cool light of Sunrise. We stood for a moment on opposite sides of the gate, staring up at waning Agamemnon. A single strand of cloud bisected its arc, turning it into a giant cabalistic symbol scrawled across the sky. It was cold still—it was always cold—and I clutched the cloak Rohin had given me even closer around my shoulders. It had survived the attack on the Tower and the fire of Madelgar almost untouched, only a few scorch marks on its leather. I had decided weeks before that I would keep it, regardless of the weight restrictions: there were things about Orestes that were worth remembering, and Rohin was one of them. 
  The actor nodded, accepting the finality of my words. "I will see you again," he said, and stepped away, lifting a hand in farewell. I watched him walk down the narrow street, and did not step back into the house until he'd turned the corner out of sight. I also knew better than to rely too much on such promises; still, I couldn't stop myself from hoping just a little. 
  Excerpted from the CRO Planetary Survey Pamphlets, 3rd series: Orestes/Electra, pub/protect date 1499. 003 PoDr. Used by the kind permission of the Conglomerate Records Office, Baldur. 
  To encourage the resolution of public and private differences through mutual compromise. It is considered particularly appropriate to settle lawsuits, private quarrels, etc. , on this day, or during the week preceding. Honors Trey Maturin, Conglomerate mediator responsible for the creation of the Grand Assembly (1428 PoDr)....