conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for a book with the title 'The Tenants of Moonbloom'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Tenants of Moonbloom
  Del Rio studied drama on the nights he didn't fight. You could see the complexity of his regimen in the way he looked at you from under the battered folds of his eyelids.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: And then a fat man in a raincoat came out of the house. He stared at Norman blankly. Norman smiled and walked on.
  With a feeling of grief, he waved down the first bus he saw and rode back through the town. From the lighted bus the streets were grayer, dimmer. The occasional people were like shades, the buildings like tombs. His own house was a blur of nothing; downtown, with his favorite luncheonette, was an unlighted slide that revealed contours without life.
  It was a relief to board the train, where the sound of people's voices and the feeling of movement returned him at least to his body. For a while he watched the landscape sliding by in the early twilight, not thinking about anything ahead or behind. He rode the air without anger or pain or hunger, a sort of mote being sucked toward a great nucleus of noise and size, unanimated, almost peaceful, until the candy butcher came ranting through the car, pouring his lyrical madness over the plush and damp wool and flesh.
  Norman groaned and steeled himself for what could not be avoided, and the train whistle howled derisively as it sped him back to the city.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Norman groaned and steeled himself for what could not be avoided, and the train whistle howled derisively as it sped him back to the city. He stared at Norman blankly. Norman smiled and walked on.
  With a feeling of grief, he waved down the first bus he saw and rode back through the town. From the lighted bus the streets were grayer, dimmer. The occasional people were like shades, the buildings like tombs. His own house was a blur of nothing; downtown, with his favorite luncheonette, was an unlighted slide that revealed contours without life.
  It was a relief to board the train, where the sound of people's voices and the feeling of movement returned him at least to his body. For a while he watched the landscape sliding by in the early twilight, not thinking about anything ahead or behind. He rode the air without anger or pain or hunger, a sort of mote being sucked toward a great nucleus of noise and size, unanimated, almost peaceful, until the candy butcher came ranting through the car, pouring his lyrical madness over the plush and damp wool and flesh.And then a fat man in a raincoat came out of the house.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then, suddenly, a rosy glow suffused the new white plaster, and they were done and it was morning. Basellecci stood with a beatific expression on his wasted face, and the other three admired with him the straight gleaming wall.
  And the other three looked at him and at each other, smiled, and put things away. One by one they left the apartment, while Basellecci sat gazing at the transfigured wall, and his coffee boiled on the stove.
  Outside was a wonder. The sun shone on the snow and made everything too brilliant to see. They parted, and Norman walked by himself, scabrous and weary. The air was warm, and already a dripping came from the roofs and drainpipes. There was a scent of earth.
  In his office he sat happily, waiting for Irwin. As he waited, he noticed that the last letter of his name had now been totally scraped away. Somehow it freed the word, opened it up so that the o's bubbled out endlessly, carried the crooning sound of the name out to an infinite note of ache and joy. It thrilled him with his own endlessness, and, almost laughing, he followed its course.