conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Day of the Triffids'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Day of the Triffids
  As I stepped outside, another door farther down the passage opened. I stopped, and stood still where I was. A young man came out, leading a fair-haired girl by the hand. As she stepped over the threshold he released his grasp.
  He took three or four steps on the silencing carpet. His outstretched hands found the window which ended the passage. His fingers went straight to the catch and opened it. I had a glimpse of a fire-escape outside.
  By the window he paused. With one hand he felt his position very carefully. Then he put both arms round her, holding her to him.
  It took me longer than I had expected to collect what I wanted. Something like two hours had passed before I got back. I dropped one or two things from my armful in negotiating the door. Josella's voice called with a trace of nervousness from that over-feminine room.
  I went back to the kitchen. I erected the oil-stove I had brought on top of the useless electric cooker, and got busy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The place we entered had, I imagine, been the servants' hall in the days when staffs were sufficiently large for the term to be no misnomer. It was spacious enough to seat a hundred or more at tables without crowding. The present occupants, seated on benches at two long trestles, I guessed to number between fifty and sixty, and it was clear at a glance that they were blind. While they sat patiently a few sighted persons were very busy. Over at a side-table three girls were industriously carving chickens. I went up to one of them.
  I took command of two large tubs of potato and cabbage. In the intervals of doling them out I looked over the occupants of the hall. Josella was not amongst them – nor could I see any of the more notable characters among the group that had put forward its proposals at the University Building – though I fancied I had seen the faces of some of the women before.
  The proportion of men was far higher than in the former group, and they were curiously assorted. A few of them might have been Londoners, or at least town-dwellers, but the majority wore a countryman's working clothes. An exception to either kind was a middle-aged clergyman, but what every one of the men had in common was blindness.
  The women were more diversified. Some were in town clothes quite unsuited to their surroundings, others were probably local. Among the latter group only one girl was sighted, but the former group comprised half a dozen or so who could see, and a number who, though blind, were not clumsy.
  I shook my head, desolately aware that I had pinned more on the expectation of finding Josella there than I had admitted to myself.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And there my personal story joins up with the rest. You will find it in Elspeth Cary's excellent history of the colony.
  Our hopes all centre here now. It seems unlikely that anything will come of Torrence's neo-feudal plan, though a number of his seigneuries do still exist with their inhabitants leading, so we hear, a life of squalid wretchedness behind their stockades. But there are not so many of them as there were. Every now and then Ivan reports that another has been over-run, and that the triffids which surrounded it have dispersed to join other sieges.
  So we must regard the task ahead as ours alone. We think now that we can see the way, but there is still a lot of work and research to be done before the day when we, or our children, or their children, will cross the narrow straits on the great crusade to drive the triffids back and back with ceaseless destruction until we have wiped the last one of them from the face of the land that they have usurped.