conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Christmas, Sonata with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'A Christmas Sonata'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first four paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A Christmas Sonata
  For me it came during the war, the Second World War, and my father was fighting in Europe. We lived in a large, poor apartment in Minneapolis for a time then, and my mother worked in a laundry during the day and could not always be with me.
  Different people on our floor took care of me at different times, or were supposed to, but often I just had the run of the floor. I was probably a nuisance and yet most people were more than nice to me. I would sometimes spend whole days in different apartments, eating cookies and listening to the radio or playing war with a small wooden gun that I had and everybody seemed to tolerate me.
  But there was one old man named Henderson, who lived with his wife at the end of our floor, who did not like children. He did not like me in particular, but I thought he must not like any children and a week before Christmas in 1943 I was playing in the hall, running back and forth, when I passed Henderson's apartment and saw something that stopped me cold.
  Mr. Henderson was standing by the kitchen table with his wife. On the table was a glass jar of red wine. I knew about red wine because one of my baby-sitters was an old woman who drank red wine from a jar. Mr. Henderson had some wine in a jelly glass and just as I ran past he was taking a drink.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'There was a bowl of white candy made to look like ribbons with green and red stripes in it, and he handed me one'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There was a bowl of white candy made to look like ribbons with green and red stripes in it, and he handed me one. It was colored so that the colors went all through the candy and I almost hated to eat it, but I put it in my mouth and sucked on it and would take it out and look to make sure the colors were still there.
  The candy lasted a long time because I kept taking it out and looking at it, long enough for me to go around the store and see all the things I had missed the night before and in the summer when I was so small.
  I thought Ben and Marilyn must be very rich to have so many things in their store. There were boxes and boxes of food and blankets and snowshoes on the shelves, and guns hung shiny and new in racks. The head of an animal stuck so far out from the wall I could get under it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The antlers crossed the moon the way Mother said the smoke from the little houses on the lake crossed the moon, went up and up to the moon, and they were real and his eye was so big I could see myself in it, big and brown and round, and there I was, standing next to him.
  He shook his head and the antlers moved in big swings and I turned to run, but Matthew was looking at me.
  I reached out and touched the reindeer on the leg and felt the hair, the warm hair, and the leg moved and I turned to Matthew and said, "It's real."
  And I jumped down and ran then, ran to stand with Mother, and we stood away from the door and watched him come in with his sack, come right in the door and put presents all around under the tree until the sack was empty and the tree was full. Then he turned and looked at us, looked at Matthew, and still without saying a word went out of the door and we watched him move away into the darkness, the reindeer trotting and the bells jingling softly until we could not see him or the sleigh or the deer, could not hear him and Matthew sighed once more and said, "It's him."
  It was him for that Christmas and all the Christmases since; it was him later when Matthew did not come home again and I went to the funeral and tried to tell Mother he was just sleeping and not to cry; it was him when Father did come home from Europe and we had Christmases together; it was him for each and every Christmas of each and every year that I have lived since then, and will still be him for each and every Christmas of each and every year that I have yet remaining.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "
  It was him for that Christmas and all the Christmases since; it was him later when Matthew did not come home again and I went to the funeral and tried to tell Mother he was just sleeping and not to cry; it was him when Father did come home from Europe and we had Christmases together; it was him for each and every Christmas of each and every year that I have lived since then, and will still be him for each and every Christmas of each and every year that I have yet remaining.
  He shook his head and the antlers moved in big swings and I turned to run, but Matthew was looking at me.
  I reached out and touched the reindeer on the leg and felt the hair, the warm hair, and the leg moved and I turned to Matthew and said, "It's real."
  And I jumped down and ran then, ran to stand with Mother, and we stood away from the door and watched him come in with his sack, come right in the door and put presents all around under the tree until the sack was empty and the tree was full. Then he turned and looked at us, looked at Matthew, and still without saying a word went out of the door and we watched him move away into the darkness, the reindeer trotting and the bells jingling softly until we could not see him or the sleigh or the deer, could not hear him and Matthew sighed once more and said, "It's him.The antlers crossed the moon the way Mother said the smoke from the little houses on the lake crossed the moon, went up and up to the moon, and they were real and his eye was so big I could see myself in it, big and brown and round, and there I was, standing next to him.