conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Icarus Agenda'? Start with the sentence 'The Icarus Agenda
  The sound of one, then two automobiles screeching to a stop in front of the house broke through the silence of the enclosed garage'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Icarus Agenda
  The sound of one, then two automobiles screeching to a stop in front of the house broke through the silence of the enclosed garage.
  Kendrick kept dialing repeatedly, punching the button down with each repeated busy signal until finally, to his relief, he heard the sound of a ring.
  It was not until one-thirty in the afternoon that Sabri's wife arrived at the motel in Woodbridge, Virginia. Evan opened the door of Cabin 23, grateful to see that she had driven the gardener's pickup truck. He had not thought of the diversion, but his two friends from Dubai had known better than to drive his Mercedes past the crowds around his house. While Kendrick held the door, Kashi made rapid second and third trips back to the vehicle, for along with the pile of newspapers from all over the country she brought food. There were sandwiches encased in plastic wrap, two quarts of milk in an ice bucket, four hot plates equally divided between Western and Arab dishes, and a bottle of Canadian whisky.
  Kashi went out the door, and Kendrick literally pounced on the newspapers, turning each over on the bed, their front pages in succeeding rows, the headlines visible.
  If a primal scream could have lessened the pain, his voice would have shattered the glass of the suffocating cabin's windows.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is another paragraph?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The wine arrived and, after sipping, Khalehla spoke. "He can't go back," she said, as if speaking to herself, then partially including Varak. "At least not for a few years, if then. Once the blackout's lifted there'll be a lot of hot blood running in the Baaka Valley."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Washburn paused, looking out the window at the waterfront. "I was drunk," he said. "They said I killed two patients on the operating table because I was drunk. I could have gotten away with one. Not two. They see a pattern very quickly, God bless them. Don't ever give a man like me a knife and cloak it in respectability."
  The man sat forward in the chair. His open shirt fell away from his taut frame, exposing the bandages on his chest and stomach. He folded his hands in front of him, the veins in his slender, muscular arms pronounced. "Other than the things we've talked about?"
  The man leaned back in the chair, dark eyebrows below the dark brown hair joined in irritation. "Now it's the physician's judgment that isn't called for. I'm ready. What are you talking about?"
  The man got out of the chair with difficulty, pushing himself up with his arms, holding his breath as he rose. "It's also possible that you're reaching. You could be way out of line."
  The man with no name or memory went to the window and lowered the blind; the room was dark. Washburn snapped on the projector's light; a bright square appeared on the white wall. He then inserted a small piece of celluloid behind the lens.