conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Eat the Document'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Eat the Document
  Nash glanced in Josh's direction, and then he raised his right hand with his index finger and middle finger together and extended. A reluctant gesture. Josh nodded at him.
  Nash shrugged. "Sounds to me like they just value whatever is obscure and difficult to access. Obscuristas. Seems elitist."
  She watched him mark his clipboard. After ten minutes or so, she took out one of her hash-laced cigarettes and lit up.
  The hash made the music expand and deepen around them. Nash found the intensity almost unbearable. The music wasn't meant to be background.
  IT WASN'T THAT she no longer loved Augie. She felt increasing affection for him. It wasn't that she found him repellent in any way. Objectively she would watch him from across the room when he went to get another beer from the bar. He was pleasing in a gentle-bear way. Nice muscles covered by an easygoing layer of soft fat. No edges, no offenses. But somehow the initial excitement of sleeping with him left with no warning. It didn't wane or dwindle. It just disappeared for her altogether.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: This film is noted as the last, 1972. It is 16 millimeter, I think. It is called "The Scientist." It shows an old man being hounded obnoxiously by this dick one assumes must be Desoto. The film cuts to a speedy montage of some shots of corporate headquarters signs: Dow, Monsanto, General Dynamics, Westinghouse, Raytheon, Magnavox, Honeywell and Valence. Not the subtlest film I ever saw. Again, credited to the collective SAFE (but now it stood for Soft Art Film Efflux). And again, under the listed members of the collective: Mary Whittaker.
  I don't really know what to make of this. I have to find out more about the collective and Desoto. And Mary Whittaker.
  NASH HEARD someone approach from behind as he locked up Prairie Fire. He turned cautiously. Miranda stood there, somewhat winded, hair loose around her shoulders. It was cold, and her breath made little mists in front of her open mouth. He smiled at her and pocketed his keys. She put her hand on his arm and looked up at him.
  She took his hand and walked him back to his house, no longer smiling, and then she stopped suddenly on the stairs leading up to his doorway. She didn't turn around but stood there in front of him. He stepped up and pressed against her back and legs. She leaned back into him.
  This is the best moment I will ever have, he thought, but it was already over, they were on their way up the stairs. She undressed quickly. It was cold, and she got under the covers, leaving just her panties on. Then she reached under the sheets and took those off and tossed them on her pants and blouse on the floor.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.. End with the sentence '
  Finally, I would be remiss if I did not send a huge and never-ending shout out to Clement and Agnes for all their inspiration and patience.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The following people answered many questions and gave their time to me: Beep Brown, Blake Hayes and Tim Horvath of Cherry Valley, New York. Kristi Kenny at Left Bank Books, Eric Laursen of AWIP, Carter Adamson of Skype, Dustan Sheppard of ICQ. Richard Frasca. David Meyer. George Andreou.
  Thank you to Liza Johnson for letting me see her movie. And all the other people who helped me. I am indebted to Cecil B. Currey and his essay "Residual Dioxin in Vietnam."
  Thanks for the practical help that makes writing time possible—Jessie and Ted Dawes, Terry Halbert and Bill Coleman. Special thanks to Willy Brown and Rebecca Wright for the Roseboom Housing Fellowship.
  I am so fortunate to have Nan Graham as my editor. Thank you for all your time and attention. Thank you also to Alexis Gargagliano for her hard work. And to Melanie Jackson for her enthusiasm and encouragement.
  Finally, I would be remiss if I did not send a huge and never-ending shout out to Clement and Agnes for all their inspiration and patience.