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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about David, Iraq, Rostrevor with the genre: Biographies & Memoirs, True Crime?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Deadlier Than the Male'
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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book about David, Iraq, Rostrevor? Start with the sentence 'Deadlier Than the Male (1956 film): In Les Halles, in the heart of Paris, the long-divorced André Chatelin, an honest and respected man who runs a successful restaurant, is visited by an unknown young woman'.
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conversations.value: Deadlier Than the Male (1956 film): In Les Halles, in the heart of Paris, the long-divorced André Chatelin, an honest and respected man who runs a successful restaurant, is visited by an unknown young woman.\nShe says she is Catherine, the daughter of his ex-wife Gabrielle, who has died leaving her homeless and penniless.\nAndré gives her a room and a job, but she soon starts abusing his kindness.\nShe sows discord between André and his young friend Gérard, a medical student who is like a son to him.\nAnd she starts stealing money to support her mother, who is not dead but an ex-prostitute who is now a hopeless drug addict in a sordid hotel.\nFeigning drunkenness one night, she gets André to help her to her bedroom and undress her, with the result that he marries her.\nAs his heir she would be rich and free, so the next plan of her and her mother is to get rid of André.\nShe decides to use Gérard, because of his medical knowledge, and swiftly seduces him.\nWhen he refuses to kill André, however, she strangles him and then pushes his car into the river with his corpse and his dog César.\nA grieving André identifies the body, leaving his telephone number with the police, who ring him to ask if he knows the woman seen in Gérard's car.\nFrom the description, it is obvious to him that it was Catherine.\nWhen he confronts her, she runs off to her mother's hotel.\nThe dog César, who escaped drowning, follows her there and kills her.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Deadlier Than the Male
  Helen Brent had the best-looking legs at the inquest. She had a white sharkskin suit that had cost $145. She had an air of impeccable good breeding that had cost a great deal more.
  From the looks of things, she was no usual divorcee. Obviously, she was a woman of great wealth, of travel, of culture, of charm; she was a gorgeous blonde; she had been around. Perfectly poised, she crossed her legs with stunning and careless showmanship.
  Her name was Helen Brent, she said, and she was thirty-one; her home was in San Francisco; she was in Reno to get a divorce from her husband, Mr. Charles Brent.
  Six weeks; during that time she had stayed at a boarding house on the edge of town, run by a Mrs. Krantz and her daughter, Miss Rachel Krantz; Miss Rachel Krantz was in the courtroom.
  She left at five. By four o'clock she was through packing; since it was a ferociously hot day, she lay down and sweated. This annoyed her. She was not exactly athletic, but she was active, and she had a long and elegant body to which she was much attached; she liked showers, and hated baths because they left her feeling sticky. She had taken two bedrooms at the Krantzes', so she would have a place to put her clothes, but there were no showers, and Helen was faced with a fairly unpleasant alternative: she could take a bath and go over to the Riverside feeling sticky, or she could do nothing and go over to the Riverside feeling smelly.
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conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'The doctor slapped her across the face; It hurt no more than if it had been a glove filled with water, but she collapsed, quivering'.
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conversations.value: The doctor slapped her across the face; It hurt no more than if it had been a glove filled with water, but she collapsed, quivering. "I'll send you away," he said softly, after a while. "Maybe down south. Old Dolly—remember old Dolly Waterbury? She must want a nice-looking girl like you. I think I'll send you to Dolly."
  She shrank back when he turned. "A lot you care about me. It's your Mr. Wild you don't want to leave. So you love him so? Does everybody love him? Doesn't anybody hate his guts?" He was intensely bitter.
  The doctor told him again that she had gone off on the early morning train—down south. "Will you miss our Earth-Mother, Mr. Wild?"
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: In her dressing room she changed into the fur-trimmed robe. When she came out she looked at him carefully. He was fresh-faced and tanned, and his hair was clipped short, with sharp neatness. His eyes were completely frank, devoid of evil. She had a horrible nostalgia for all the things she had never been. She wondered briefly how it would feel to know innocence.
  And she looked at her room. It was really her room now, and this whole house was her house. She could do whatever she wanted, choose whatever man she wanted. Georgia had chosen Sam, poor Georgia. But she would not choose another Sam.
  After a pause, Helen said, "I fainted, and I was more afraid than I've ever been. When I came out of it I was safe, and I saw you. I suppose you'll always mean safety to me, as long as I live. Our minds are awfully funny things, I guess."
  She began to talk again, "Everything's been so sudden. Twenty minutes ago she was alive, so much alive, and now that's so changed. Twenty minutes ago I'd never laid eyes on you, and now—you'll pardon me—that seems so different too. And in between—" In spite of herself her eyes widened with horror.
  As she said that, Helen's mind seemed to grow endlessly inside her head. She saw herself standing alone, in an infinity of space and matter. She was quite solitary, and very strong. No one was close to her, no people. She would never be able to have anyone close to her again.