conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Henry Kuttner about American, Gist, DIV>the with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: <DIV>the author: the author was an American writer of pulp horror, science fiction, and fantasy tales.<BR><BR>Erik Gist: Erik Gist is an American artist specializing in horror and science fiction.<BR><BR></DIV>
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first two paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Henry Kuttner
  All men knew of the shining darkness that had turned Earth into a star in the clouded skies. Few men understood that on Venus dawn had merged imperceptibly into dusk. The undersea lights flamed brighter and brighter, turning the great Keeps into enchanted citadels beneath the shallow sea.
  Seven hundred years ago those lights were brightest. Six hundred years had passed since the destruction of Earth. It was the Twenty-seventh Century.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Harkers had a weakness they did not suspect-Sari. And beyond that lay implicit an even deeper weakness, if Sari was really a Harker, too. For she was definitely not a normal person. The narco-dust and the possible immaturity of her mind explained only partly that shuddering instability at the very core of her being. It opened new vistas for Sam's thought. So even Immortals were not wholly invulnerable, even they had hidden weaknesses in the fabric of their heritage.
  There were two secret paths now by which he might ambush Zachariah. The paths would need exploring. That must come later.
  Just now the most important thing was to hide while he thought things over. And the more he considered this, the more inclined Sam felt to visit the Colony where Robin Hale administered his sterile jurisdiction.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Sam lay motionless. The light was dimming. He could not be sure if it were his own vision that dimmed.
  There was so much he wanted to think about, and so little time for thinking. He was Immortal. He must live—
  He heard the music of carnival ringing through Delaware Keep, saw the bright ribbons of the moving Ways, smelled drifting perfume, smiled into Kedre's face.
  There was a second of desperate urgency, as though he clawed at the edge of a crumbling cliff, while life and awareness fell to pieces beneath his hands.
  Darkness and silence brimmed the buried room. Here the Man Underground slept at last, rooted deep, waiting.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Here the Man Underground slept at last, rooted deep, waiting. The light was dimming. He could not be sure if it were his own vision that dimmed.
  There was so much he wanted to think about, and so little time for thinking. He was Immortal. He must live—
  He heard the music of carnival ringing through Delaware Keep, saw the bright ribbons of the moving Ways, smelled drifting perfume, smiled into Kedre's face.
  There was a second of desperate urgency, as though he clawed at the edge of a crumbling cliff, while life and awareness fell to pieces beneath his hands.
  Darkness and silence brimmed the buried room.Sam lay motionless.