conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for a story with the title 'Angels' Fall'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Angels' Fall
  Here's the new novel. (Bev says it takes two people to write a novel: one to write it, and one to hit the writer over the head when it's finished. She borrowed my shillelagh for the occasion.)
  Five years later, with many rejections and no further novels published, Frank Herbert had parted ways with Lurton Blassingame, revised the manuscript substantially, and changed the title from We Are the Hounds to. Then he went in search of another agent.
  An earlier version of this went to my previous agent, Lurton Blassingame, in New York almost three years ago. [Note: it was actually five years. Instead, he showed it to several readers, and returned it. Blassingame and I are no longer associated. The attached is a very different story from what he saw.
  This one is written with a low-budget movie version in mind—minimal number of sets, four sustaining characters... and you'll see what I mean.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about —ed], asked.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Angels' Fall
  Here's the new novel. (Bev says it takes two people to write a novel: one to write it, and one to hit the writer over the head when it's finished. She borrowed my shillelagh for the occasion. )
  Five years later, with many rejections and no further novels published, Frank Herbert had parted ways with Lurton Blassingame, revised the manuscript substantially, and changed the title from We Are the Hounds to. Then he went in search of another agent. 
  An earlier version of this went to my previous agent, Lurton Blassingame, in New York almost three years ago. [Note: it was actually five years. —ed] I asked for his comments and suggestions. Instead, he showed it to several readers, and returned it. Blassingame and I are no longer associated. The attached is a very different story from what he saw. 
  This one is written with a low-budget movie version in mind—minimal number of sets, four sustaining characters... and you'll see what I mean.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Jeb took the machete in his left hand, slid his right into his pocket, fumbled off the leaf wrappings. The thing inside felt hard, glassy. He risked a glance at it in his cupped hand., jammed it quickly back into his pocket.
  There's why Bannon was murdered. They found a mine! Maybe one of the old Inca mines! And Gettler wants it all for himself!
  The plane rounded another bend, twisted along an eddy toward a shallow mud bank. A line of cane trees screened the jungle beyond the mud.
  Jeb knelt, paddled with the machete, saw Gettler crouch on the other pontoon, paddle with both hands.
  A tongue of current pushed them onto the mud. The plane swung around with its tail pointing downstream. Jeb tossed the grapnel over the cowl, saw it catch in matted grass. He slid off the pontoon, slogged across to the canes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There came over him a great need to sink into the flowing movement of his own kind of people, into their security and protective coloration.
  Monti, too, thought about the future. She suddenly saw herself as a kind of latter day religious courtesan in her own temple of love, and the idea amused her.