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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Projectionist about Gordon, Brinckle, [the with the genre: Arts & Photography, Photography & Video?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "The ideal artist is unwilling to sacrifice his or her individuality to anything or anyone, particularly commercialism or outside control. Such artists often work in seclusion and their creations are uniquely pure. Gordon Brinckle is such an artist. [the author's] photographs are both tender and authentic in the greatest sense, and I found myself as close to his subject as I ever could have hoped to be." Albert Maysles, documentary filmmaker (<em>Gimme Shelter</em>, <em>Grey Gardens</em>)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Projectionist
  ANNOUNCING: Public Meeting at The Palace to Resolve Ongoing Rancorous Debate. 7:30 Tonight (Tuesday). Adults Only Please.
  We're staring at the building across the street. Here and there the weathered orange stucco of the Legion Hall hangs from an emerging underpattern of wire mesh. The place wears its neglect extravagantly, yet neither of us has ever expressed the slightest concern to one another about its state.
  I note a little more traffic than you might expect up on Main. Passing by, each driver looks our way. A series of half-turns in halftons. Something seems to be building.
  He looks down at me and then up again, just on the verge of nodding as if he understands. "Just some of the usual summertime crap. 'A Sheer Delight,' a teenage romance flick." Back down at me. "But I don't think I get it."
  He sits back down beside me. Up along Main Street Zinvalena's Mustang cruises by the intersection and allows her a two-second appraisal of the scene. One month out of school and already she's learned cunning. She'll now circle us and approach from behind and in a minute pull in across the street and roll down her window and pretend not to know what's up. That much I can count on.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Dewey's.
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conversations.value: The Projectionist
  ANNOUNCING: Public Meeting at The Palace to Resolve Ongoing Rancorous Debate. 7:30 Tonight (Tuesday). Adults Only Please. 
  We're staring at the building across the street. Here and there the weathered orange stucco of the Legion Hall hangs from an emerging underpattern of wire mesh. The place wears its neglect extravagantly, yet neither of us has ever expressed the slightest concern to one another about its state. 
  I note a little more traffic than you might expect up on Main. Passing by, each driver looks our way. A series of half-turns in halftons. Something seems to be building. Dewey's now on the subject of giant fish. 
  He looks down at me and then up again, just on the verge of nodding as if he understands. "Just some of the usual summertime crap. 'A Sheer Delight,' a teenage romance flick. " Back down at me. "But I don't think I get it. "
  He sits back down beside me. Up along Main Street Zinvalena's Mustang cruises by the intersection and allows her a two-second appraisal of the scene. One month out of school and already she's learned cunning. She'll now circle us and approach from behind and in a minute pull in across the street and roll down her window and pretend not to know what's up. That much I can count on.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is four more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He ignores me and walks to the water's edge. Then he starts taking his shoes off. I turn to the men and shake my head.
  The front end of the truck is nosed a little deeper than the rest but the cab is mostly out of the water. Hall looks in the driver's door and I look through the opposite one.
  We crawl ashore and as Harrison backs his tractor into place Eldon tells Hall his theory that Dewey's getaway car was likely the one his American shortstop stole from the other American's girlfriend.
  Perry and I wade in and run a crude stability test that involves rocking the truck from side to side to see if it might drift. When it stays put I duck under the surface and loop the chain around the rear axle. Though most people don't realize it, there is nothing like the feeling of cold river mud sun-drying in your hair and on your face. When we secure the chain and climb back onto the bank, Harrison hits low gear and tows the truck with uncomplicated ease until it sits twenty feet from the water, draining and looking somehow relieved. The lot of us just stand staring at the rescued truck as if it's some sunken treasure brought up from the deep.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The lot of us just stand staring at the rescued truck as if it's some sunken treasure brought up from the deep.. When we secure the chain and climb back onto the bank, Harrison hits low gear and tows the truck with uncomplicated ease until it sits twenty feet from the water, draining and looking somehow relieved. Though most people don't realize it, there is nothing like the feeling of cold river mud sun-drying in your hair and on your face. When it stays put I duck under the surface and loop the chain around the rear axle.
  Perry and I wade in and run a crude stability test that involves rocking the truck from side to side to see if it might drift.
  We crawl ashore and as Harrison backs his tractor into place Eldon tells Hall his theory that Dewey's getaway car was likely the one his American shortstop stole from the other American's girlfriend. Hall looks in the driver's door and I look through the opposite one.
  The front end of the truck is nosed a little deeper than the rest but the cab is mostly out of the water. I turn to the men and shake my head. Then he starts taking his shoes off.He ignores me and walks to the water's edge
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He starts the truck and looks out over the wheel. A car passes and someone, I can't see who, cranes over her shoulder to get a load of Dewey. He takes no notice.
  Three women on the coast keep me in something other than a picture. It hadn't occurred to me to find one for Karen, and anyway, I have yet to see a good likeness of myself, and who wouldn't rather be evoked against the sweet resistances of the mind? Better to leave Karen photoless, with whatever watery images survive, lifelike, in memory.
  Two boys fly past on their bikes and take aim at a veil of water where a jammed sprinkler head has stopped revolving and overshoots the hospital lawn. A woman—a patient? a nurse?—looks down from the sun-room window, smiling at the sight of them. The dark shape of a man appears over the sprinkler in the diffused, raining light, and crouches to make repairs. There, a certain line of trees along the residential part of Main standing the same way all my life as if time stopped. A town at the speed of light. The boys pass through laughing and now the woman's turning, gone. Both of us aloft in the thought of a full, loving, and everlasting home.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A car passes and someone, I can't see who, cranes over her shoulder to get a load of Dewey. He takes no notice.
  Three women on the coast keep me in something other than a picture. It hadn't occurred to me to find one for Karen, and anyway, I have yet to see a good likeness of myself, and who wouldn't rather be evoked against the sweet resistances of the mind? Better to leave Karen photoless, with whatever watery images survive, lifelike, in memory.
  Two boys fly past on their bikes and take aim at a veil of water where a jammed sprinkler head has stopped revolving and overshoots the hospital lawn. A woman—a patient? a nurse?—looks down from the sun-room window, smiling at the sight of them. The dark shape of a man appears over the sprinkler in the diffused, raining light, and crouches to make repairs. There, a certain line of trees along the residential part of Main standing the same way all my life as if time stopped. A town at the speed of light. The boys pass through laughing and now the woman's turning, gone. Both of us aloft in the thought of a full, loving, and everlasting home.