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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Hector, Ying, Reed with the genre: Humor & Entertainment, Humor?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Hector and the Search for Happiness'
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Hector, Ying, Reed.
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conversations.value: Hector and the Search for Happiness (film): Hector is a quirky psychiatrist who has become increasingly tired of his humdrum life.\nHe tells his girlfriend, Clara, that he needs to go on a journey to research happiness.\nOn a flight to China, he is seated next to Edward, a cranky businessman.\nEdward takes Hector to a very exclusive nightclub in Shanghai, where Hector meets a young woman named Ying Li and instantly falls for her.\nHe asks to meet Ying Li's family.\nShe declines, ashamed of how she makes her living.\nTheir date is interrupted by her pimp, who takes Ying Li away by force.\nHector then ventures into the mountains and visits a monastery, where he befriends their leader and talks briefly with Clara via Skype.\nHector departs on a terrifying plane ride to Africa, where a woman invites him to her family's house for sweet potato stew, and gives him a book about happiness written by one Professor Coreman.\nHector meets up with his old friend Michael, a physician, with his bodyguard Marcel, and later meets a quick-tempered drug lord named Diego Baresco, who doesn't believe in happiness because his wife is unhappy due to her medication, but loans Hector a pen to write down a prescription for his wife.\nHector discovers that Marcel is Michael's lover, and they are happy.\nHe Skypes again with Clara, who is going out in a fancy gown and seems uninterested in talking to him.\nHe visits the local woman who he befriended on the plane and her family for dinner.\nHis vehicle is carjacked and Hector is kidnapped and locked in a rat-infested cell.\nWhen the kidnappers decide to kill him, Hector claims to be friends with Diego to save himself, but cannot prove it.\nWith a gun pointed at his head, Hector asks if he can make one final note in his book about what brings his captors happiness, revealing the pen engraved with Diego's name to the kidnappers.\nUpon his release, Hector makes his way back to the village where he celebrates with the locals.\nWhile flying to Los Angeles, Hector attends to a woman with a Brain tumor.\nHector then goes to the beach in Santa Monica and encounters Agnes, an old girlfriend, who is now happily married with children.\nHector calls Clara and they break up in an argument.\nAgnes and Hector meet with Professor Coreman, who is studying the effects of happiness on the brain.\nDuring a lecture, Coreman points out that people shouldn't be concerned with the pursuit of happiness, but with the happiness of pursuit.\nAgnes and Hector check out a project Coreman has been working on, which monitors brain activity in real time and how it reacts to different emotions.\nAgnes is instructed to go into an isolated room and think about three things: times when she was happy, sad and scared.\nThrough his brain-scanning technology, Coreman is able to tell in which order she thought about the three emotions.\nWhen Hector takes his turn, he thinks about Clara marrying someone else, about his time being kidnapped, and about Ying Li, but his emotions are strangely blocked.\nHe receives a call from remorseful Clara, who tells him she wants to be a mother.\nHector explains what he's learned, that the most unhappy thing he could imagine would be to lose her.\nSuddenly Hector's brain scan erupts with a flurry of activity, mimicking the colored flags from the monastery and revealing that true happiness isn't just one emotion; it's all of them.\nHaving finally achieved his own happiness, Hector rushes home and marries Clara.
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Hector and the Search for Happiness
  Two men in grey suits were in discussion late at night in a very big office at the top of a tall building. Through the picture windows the bright city lights shone as far as the eye could see, but they didn't take any notice of them.
  They were too busy looking at the photographs in the file in front of them - glossy portraits of a youngish-looking man with a dreamy expression.
  The younger man, a tall, strapping fellow with cold eyes, replaced all the photos in the file, which was marked: 'Dr Hector'.
  Psychiatry is an interesting profession, but it can be very difficult, and even quite tiring. In order to make it less tiring, Hector had made himself a pleasant consulting room and had hung up some of his favourite pictures — in particular one he'd brought back from China. It was a large redwood panel decorated with beautiful Chinese letters — or, for those who like to be precise, ideograms. When Hector felt tired because of all the problems people talked to him about, he would look at the beautiful gilded Chinese letters carved in the wood and he would feel better. The people who sat in the chair opposite him to talk about their problems would sometimes glance at the Chinese panel. It often seemed to Hector that this did them good, that afterwards they appeared calmer.
  A few of them asked Hector what the Chinese letters meant, and this made Hector feel awkward because he didn't know. He couldn't read Chinese, still less speak it (even though he'd once met a nice Chinese girl, over in China). When you're a doctor it's never very good to let your patients see that there's something you don't know, because they like to think that you know everything, it reassures them. And so Hector would invent a different saying each time, trying to come up with the one he thought would do most good to the person asking.
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conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: This was the case with Luc — a boy who was a bit too nice and suffered a lot when women left him, especially as he often chose women who were not very nice, probably because his mother hadn't been very nice to him when he was little. Hector told him that the Chinese panel said: 'If you are scared of the panther, hunt the antelope.' And then he wondered whether there were antelopes in China. Luc replied: 'That's a rather bloodthirsty proverb. The Chinese are quite bloodthirsty, aren't they?'
  Some people, very many actually, both men and women, complained of having enjoyed a very loving relationship with someone, but of no longer feeling the same way despite still being very fond of that person, with whom they generally lived.
  With those cases, Hector had a bit of trouble finding a useful meaning for the Chinese panel, or else he'd come up with clichéd expressions like: 'The wise man sees the beauty of each season,' which meant nothing, even to him.
  This was Virginie. She went from love affair to love affair with men who were very attractive to women, which was very exciting to begin with, but rather painful in the end. For her, Hector came up with: 'He who hunts must start again each day, while he who cultivates can watch his rice growing.'
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Hector knew them. There was a very old psychiatrist with a bow tie who, as he grew older, had specialised in rich unhappy people (though he also occasionally saw poor people and didn't charge them), and a funny little lady who had specialised in people who had difficulty doing what people who are in love do, and who were willing to pay crazy amounts of money in order to be able to do it.
  Hector and Clara carried on bickering, and finally went to bed without speaking to each other or kissing each other goodnight. Which just goes to show that love isn't easy, even for psychiatrists.
  During the night, Hector woke up. In the dark, he found his luminous pen, which allowed him to write without waking Clara up. He noted: 'Perfect love would be never having to argue.'
  He didn't feel he could call his expression a 'lesson'. Wanting to give lessons on love seemed a bit ridiculous. He thought of 'reflection', but it was too serious for such a simple phrase. It was only a tiny thought, like a seedling that has just sprouted and nobody knows what it will be yet. There, he'd found it. It was a seedling. He wrote:
  He reflected for a little bit longer; it was difficult, his eyelids kept closing. He looked at Clara who was sleeping.