conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Wisconsin, University, California with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'The Yellow Sailor'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Yellow Sailor
  The chief left. Nicholas looked around. Baskets of wet socks hung from bunks. Heating ducts crossed the ceiling. Underwear hung on bunk rails. He sat on a bunk.
  He looked out the porthole. Nikolaifleet's slums smoked. Eddies circled a brewery and a chocolate factory. A masted boat leaned in a canal.
  He took a revolver from his suitcase and put it in his locker. A man with black greasy hair, parted in the middle, bare-chested, stood in the doorway. Nicholas turned.
  Jacek Gorecki came in. He wore a red plaid shirt and red suspenders. Alois Dach, Karl's brother, came in. He was fat, with a walrus mustache. A Swedish machinist came in. He also had a walrus mustache but his was clean. Alois ate marmalade with two fingers. A paraffin heater smoked. Alois banged it. The wick died. Nicholas took off his shoes and socks and rubbed between his toes. Alois threw the marmalade jar into the Elbe.
  Nicholas drank. It ran down his chin. Lights went out. Silhouettes moved. Bunks groaned under the weight of men. The Swede prayed.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Later that afternoon Alois went to Hunin's cell. Hunin poured Canadian whiskey. He served slices of Ardennes smoked ham. "From my aunt in Houffalize."
  Guards took Alois to his cell. He lay on the wood sleeping board. He woke at midnight. French prisoners marched around a well below.
  El Maricón slipped in with a skeleton key. An exquisite phallus circled his upper right arm. Alois backed against the wall.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Karl followed Ramsauer Creek. Berchtesgaden's wine presses stood in a cloister. A priest pulled a bell rope.
  Karl came to the white pebble lakeshore. Blue Wittelsbach flags rattled over a dock. Sunburned hikers trooped in from Hoher Goll. Karl followed them to Café Malerwinkel. The German hikers bought him beer. Grilled sausages smoked. Beer sloshed onto Karl's coat.
  St. Bartholoma's red roof and onion-dome steeple stood on Christlieger Island. Pilgrim barges floated the church. Garlanded cattle bellowed.
  Karl slid through raspberries. He came down to the shore. Romanies tented in the birches. Their tents had blue curtains and yellow zigzag, scarlet rugs. Romany children laughed at Karl.
  The moon flared. Austria's snowcapped mountains grew bright. Torches glowed, dripping flames on pilgrim boats.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Torches glowed, dripping flames on pilgrim boats. Berchtesgaden's wine presses stood in a cloister. A priest pulled a bell rope.
  Karl came to the white pebble lakeshore. Blue Wittelsbach flags rattled over a dock. Sunburned hikers trooped in from Hoher Goll. Karl followed them to Café Malerwinkel. The German hikers bought him beer. Grilled sausages smoked. Beer sloshed onto Karl's coat.
  St. Bartholoma's red roof and onion-dome steeple stood on Christlieger Island. Pilgrim barges floated the church. Garlanded cattle bellowed.
  Karl slid through raspberries. He came down to the shore. Romanies tented in the birches. Their tents had blue curtains and yellow zigzag, scarlet rugs. Romany children laughed at Karl.
  The moon flared. Austria's snowcapped mountains grew bright.Karl followed Ramsauer Creek.