conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Wheel of Darkness'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Wheel of Darkness
  Blackburn turned, annoyed at having his enjoyment interrupted. A man in a rather indifferent suit stood there. He was short and ugly and had a Boston accent.
  Kemper hesitated a moment. "Very well. Mind if I take a seat?" And glancing quickly around the dining salon, he took a chair at Blackburn's right.
  The security officer hesitated. "As a matter of fact, yes. Ms. Santamaria had a breakdown shortly after leaving your suite. She subsequently took her own life. Yet those who knew her, bunkmates and the like, saw no sign of impending trouble. She was, they say, a well-adjusted, religious person."
  Blackburn suddenly paused in the middle of the oenophilic ritual, the glass arrested halfway to his mouth. After a long moment he set it down without having sipped from it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Wheel of Darkness
  Blackburn turned, annoyed at having his enjoyment interrupted. A man in a rather indifferent suit stood there. He was short and ugly and had a Boston accent.
  Kemper hesitated a moment. "Very well. Mind if I take a seat?" And glancing quickly around the dining salon, he took a chair at Blackburn's right.
  The security officer hesitated. "As a matter of fact, yes. Ms. Santamaria had a breakdown shortly after leaving your suite. She subsequently took her own life. Yet those who knew her, bunkmates and the like, saw no sign of impending trouble. She was, they say, a well-adjusted, religious person."
  Blackburn suddenly paused in the middle of the oenophilic ritual, the glass arrested halfway to his mouth.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '
  Mayles leaned over, swallowed unhappily, and then—as if to exorcise the very presence of the thing—vomited on the gold pile carpeting.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: As the thing approached, he could see something inside it. It was an outline, squat, ugly, feral, with madly darting eyes...
  A low keening sound escaped Mayles's lips. As the thing drew nearer, he felt the growing breath of wetness and mold, a stench of dirt and rotting toadstools... The keening in his throat grew into a gargling flow of mucus as the thing slunk by, never looking at him, never seeing him, passing like a breath of clammy cellar air.
  The next thing Mayles knew, he was lying on the floor, staring upward at a security officer holding a tumbler of water.
  He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came save a sigh of air leaking from between his vocal cords.
  Mayles leaned over, swallowed unhappily, and then—as if to exorcise the very presence of the thing—vomited on the gold pile carpeting.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Pendergast remained standing. "I'm afraid it isn't quite over yet," he replied. "You have a thief in your midst. It seems that one of your monks thought the world was ripe for cleansing and arranged for the theft of the Agozyen. We still must find that monk and stop him from doing it again—or the Agozyen will never be safe."
  Once this was translated, the abbot turned and looked at him, his eyebrows slightly raised. There was a hesitation. Then the abbot began to speak. Tsering turned to translate. "The abbot say you are correct, it is not over. It is not the end, but the beginning. He ask me to tell you certain important things. Please, sit down."
  Pendergast's surprise redoubled. He turned toward Constance, who was looking at the monk, an unreadable expression on her face.
  Constance nodded, one hand drifting unconsciously across the slight swell of her waist. And then she smiled: a smile that seemed half secretive, and half shy.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Pendergast remained standing. "I'm afraid it isn't quite over yet," he replied. "You have a thief in your midst. It seems that one of your monks thought the world was ripe for cleansing and arranged for the theft of the Agozyen. We still must find that monk and stop him from doing it again—or the Agozyen will never be safe."
  Once this was translated, the abbot turned and looked at him, his eyebrows slightly raised. There was a hesitation. Then the abbot began to speak. Tsering turned to translate. "The abbot say you are correct, it is not over. It is not the end, but the beginning. He ask me to tell you certain important things. Please, sit down."
  Pendergast's surprise redoubled. He turned toward Constance, who was looking at the monk, an unreadable expression on her face.
  Constance nodded, one hand drifting unconsciously across the slight swell of her waist.