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uncontrollable process that behaves like an infinite loop in Sometimes there are external triggers, like a certain smell, song or word. But often her memories return by themselves. Beautiful, horrific, important or banal scenes of the Muppets, had organized the outing. But when the date approached, Jill contracted tonsillitis and was unable to go along.
"In retrospect, I know, of course, that it was not a big deal," she says, nervously twisting her necklace. "It sounds ridiculous, but when I remember it I experience that same boundless disappointment and rage that I felt back then as a young child."
Can someone who cannot forget even fall in love? Can they forgive, either rush across her wildly chaotic "internal monitor," sometimes displacing the present. "All of this is incredibly exhausting," says Price.And so it can happen that Price, as she sits in this restaurant, suddenly feels like a four-year-old girl again, who was supposed to visit the makers of "Sesame Street" at a studio with her kindergarten class. Her father, an agent who represented the creator

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about is the point I'm broadly trying to get across, master."
Twoflower shook his head wearily. "I wish Rincewind was here," he said. "He'd know what to do."
"Him?" sneered the demon. "Can't see a wizard coming here. They can't have anything to do with the number eight." The demon slapped a hand across his mouth guiltily.
Twoflower looked up at the ceiling.
"What was that?" he asked. "Didn't you hear something?"
"Me? Hear? No! Not a thing," the demon insisted.
It jerked I just heard you playing dice! "
ICE, Ice, ice.
"Look, I had just-"
Twoflower stopped. The reason for this was the bright point of light that had popped into existence a few feet from his eyes. It grew rapidly, and after a few seconds was the tinyback into its box and slammed the door. Twoflower tapped on it. The door opened a crack."It sounded like a stone moving," he explained.The door banged shut. Twoflower shrugged."The place is probably falling to bits," he said to himself.He stood up."I say!" he shouted. "Is anyone there?"AIR, Air, air, replied the dark tunnels."Hullo?" he tried. lo, Lo, lo."I know there's someone here, bright shape of a man. At this stage it began to make a noise, or, rather Twoflower started

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They looked down at Lyra, whose sleeping face (what little of it they could see inside her hood) wore a stubborn little frown.
"I guess part of her knows that," said the aeronaut. "Looks prepared for it, anyways. How about the little boy? You know she fates, in order that she might follow and bring something to her father."
"That's how you read it, huh?"
For the first time the witch seemed unsure.
"That is how it seems....But we can't read the darkness, Mr. Scoresby. It is more than possible that I might be wrong."came all this way to save him from those fiends back there? They were playmates, back in Oxford or somewhere. Did you know that?""Yes, I did know that. Lyra is carrying something of immense value, and it seems that the fates are using her as a messenger to take it to her father. So she came all this way to find her friend, not knowing that her friend was brought to the North by the

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joined in, and in a few moments the Tartars were stumbling about, spitting and cursing and trying to brush the packed snow out of the narrow gap in front of their eyes.
"Come on!" gasp came from one of the Tartars, and a cry of surprise from another.
Lyra stopped and turned to see a man lying on the snow, with a gray-feathered arrow in his back. He was writhing and twitching and coughing out blood, and the other soldiers were looking around to left and right for whoever had fired it, but the archer was nowhere Lyra screamed, and flung herself at the gate into the avenue of lights.The children streamed after her, every one, dodging the snapping jaws of the wolves and racing as hard as they could down the avenue toward the beckoning open dark beyond.A harsh scream came from behind as an officer shouted an order, and then a score of rifle bolts worked at once, and then there was another scream and a tense silence, with only the fleeing children's pounding feet and gasping breath to be heard.They were taking aim. They wouldn't miss.But before they could fire, a choking

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screams, for scream she did, and lustily:
"lorek! lorek Byrnison! Help me!"
But could he hear? She couldn't tell; she was hurled this way and that, crushed onto a hard surface which then began to lurch and bump like a sledge. The sounds that reached her were wild and confused. She might have heard "I saw him fall. But he should have been ready for this sort of attack. We know that."
"But we should have helped him! We should have been watching the alethiometer!"
"Hush. Pretend to be unconscious."lorek Byrnison's roar, but it was a long way off, and then she was jolting over rough ground, arms twisted, mouth stifled, sobbing with rage and fear. And strange voices spoke around her."Pan...""I'm here, shh, I'll help you breathe. Keep still..."His mouse paws tugged at the hood until her mouth was freer, and she gulped at the frozen air."Who are they?" she whispered."They look like Tartars. I think they hit John Faa.""No-"

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checking his equipment, though it was all in meticulous order. Then, with no warning at all, a volley of arrows flew out of the dark.
Three and knocked her over, making her less of a target. Brushing snow out of her eyes, she rolled over to try and see what was happening, for the semidarkness seemed to be overflowing with confusion and noise. She heard a mighty roar, and the clang and scrape of lorek Byrnison's armor as he leaped fully clad over the sledges gyptian men went down at once, and died so silently that no one heard a thing. Only when they slumped clumsily across the dog traces or lay unexpectedly still did the nearest men notice what was happening, and then it was already too late, because more arrows were flying at them. Some men looked up, puzzled by the fast irregular knocking sounds that came from up and down the line as arrows hurtled into wood or frozen canvas.The first to come to his wits was John Faa, who shouted orders from the center of the line. Cold hands and stiff limbs moved to obey as yet more arrows flew down like rain, straight rods of rain tipped with death.Lyra was in the open, and the arrows were passing over her head. Pantalaimon heard before she did, and became a leopard

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it was blazing in a moment.
Once they were sure he was safely burned, they set off to travel again. It was a ghostly journey. Snow began to fall early on, and soon the world was reduced to the gray shadows of the dogs ahead, the lurching and creaking of the best use the balloon, Lyra thought of the spy-fly; and she asked Farder Coram what had happened to the smokeleaf tin he'd trapped it in.
"I've got it tucked away tight," he said. "It's down in the bottom of that kit bag, but there's nothing to see; I soldered it shut on board ship, like I said I would. I don't know what we're a going to do with it, to tell you the truth; maybe we could drop it down a fire sledge, the biting cold, and a swirling sea of big flakes only just darker than the sky and only just lighter than the ground.Through it all the dogs continued to run, tails high, breath puffing steam. North and further north they ran, while the pallid noontide came and went and the twilight wrapped itself again around the world. They stopped to eat and drink and rest in a fold of the hills, and to get their bearings, and while John Faa talked to Lee Scoresby about the way they might

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Waters: We have to uncover. We have to forage. I talk about foragers -- that's what I call the person who goes out in the woods or out in the neighborhood and starts finding food, like a mushroom forager. The first thing we have to look for is grass-fed beef (Ed's note: Food activists oppose the production of corn-fed beef because it helps to spread E. coli infections and the transport of corn comes with a massive carbon footprint). That alone could change the climate on the planet. The production of beef is one of the biggest problems we have.. He has actually been out talking to people about it and it's all over the newspapers now, which is a really good thing. Plus Obama is sending his children to a school in Washington (editor's note: Sidwell Friends), which I have visited, that is very interested in eco-gastronomy. They're interested in sourcing their food and they have built a green cafeteria.SPIEGEL ONLINE: What should

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about forever. They're called the Breathless Ones because of what's been done to 'em."
"And what's that?" said Lyra, wide-eyed.
"The North Tartars snap open their ribs and pull out their lungs. There's an art to it. They do it without killing 'em, but their lungs of the men last night, he said that my uncle, Lord Asriel, he's being imprisoned in a fortress guarded by the armored bears."
"Is he, now? And what was he doing up there?"
"Exploring. But the way the man was talking I don't think my uncle's on the same side as the Gobblers. I think they were glad he was in prison."can't work anymore without their daemons pumping 'em by hand, so the result is they're halfway between breath and no . You come across a whole platoon of Breathless Ones in the forest sometimes, I've heard. And then there's the panserbj0rne-you heard of them? That means armored bears. They're great white bears, and-""Yes! I have heard of them! One

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. Coulter laughed and said, "Possibly. But you know you'll have to work very hard. You'll have to learn mathematics, and navigation, and celestial geography."
"Will you teach me?"
"Yes. And you'll have to help me by making notes and putting my papers in order and doing various pieces of basic

She did sleep, finally, though Pantalaimon wouldn't settle until she snapped at him, when he became a hedgehog out of pique. It was still dark when someone shook calculation, and so on. And because we'll be visiting some important people, we'll have to find you some pretty clothes. There's a lot to learn, Lyra.""I don't mind. I want to learn it all.""I'm sure you will. When you come be a famous traveler. Now we're going to leave very early in the morning, by the dawn zeppelin, so you'd better run along and go straight to bed. I'll see you at breakfast. Goodnight!""Goodnight," said Lyra, and, remembering the few manners she had, turned at the door and said, "Goodnight, Master."He nodded. "Sleep well," he said."And thanks," Lyra added to Mrs. Coulter.

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Asriel ignored him. There was a stir of excitement among some of the Scholars, as if, having written treatises on the existence of the unicorn without ever having seen one, they'd been presented with a living example newly he had a good deal of information about it. But he won't be able to tell us what it was, because he's dead."
"No!" said the Chaplain.
"I'm afraid so, and I have the proof here."captured. "Is this the Barnard-Stokes said the Palmerian Professor. "It is, isn't it?""That's what I want to find out," said Lord Asriel. He stood to one side of the illuminated screen. Lyra could see his dark eyes searching among the Scholars as they peered up at the slide of the Aurora, and the green glow of his demon's eyes beside him. All the venerable heads were craning forward, their spectacles glinting; only the Master and the Librarian leaned back in their chairs, with their heads close together.The Chaplain was saying, "You said you were searching for news of the Grumman expedition, Lord Asriel.Was Dr. Grumman investigating this phenomenon too?""I believe he was, and I believe

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the monkey's caress. "Why do you need to find him?"
"He has something I want. Oh, Marisa—"
"What is it, Carlo? What's he got?"
He shook his head. But he was finding it hard to resist; his daemon was twined gently around the monkey's breast, and ghostly trees seemed to have planted itself, a grove that shivered every so often with a tremor like a conscious intention. But they were not trees, of course; and while all the curiosity of Lena Feldt and her daemon was directed at Mrs. Coulter, one of the pallid forms detached itself from its fellows and drifted across the surface of the icy water, causing nrunning her head through and through the long, lustrous fur as his hands moved along her fluid length.Lena Feldt watched them, standing invisible just two paces from where they sat. Her bowstring was taut, the arrow nocked to it in readiness; she could have pulled and loosed in less than a second, and Mrs. Coulter would have been dead before she finished drawing breath. But the witch was curious. She stood still and silent and wide-eyed.But while she was watching Mrs. Coulter, she didn't look behind her across the little blue lake. On the far side of it in the darkness a grove of ot a single ripple, until it paused a foot from the rock on which Lena

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Well, there I'll stop. Here's my card so you can get in touch. I shouldn't leave it too long; the funding committee meets tomorrow, as you know. But you can reach me at this number at any time."
He gave a card to "Well, I think I can see it more clearly than you can. If you said no, they wouldn't close this place down. They'd take it over. If they're as interested as he says, they'll want it to carry on. But only on their terms."Oliver Payne, and seeing Dr. Malone with her arms still folded, laid one on the bench for her. Dr. Payne held the door for him. Sir Charles set his Panama hat on his head, patted it gently, beamed at both of them, and left.When he'd shut the door again, Dr. Payne said, "Mary, are you mad? Where's the sense in behaving like that?""I beg your pardon? You're not taken in by that old creep, are you?""You can't turn down offers like that! Do you want this project to survive or not?""It wasn't an offer," she said hotly. "It was an ultimatum. Do as he says, or close down. And, Oliver, for God's sake, all those not-so-subtle threats and hints about national security and so on—can't you see where that would lead?"

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- ears. Germany will not, and probably cannot, commit more than 4,500 soldiers to Afghanistan, and then only to areas where they are unlikely to see combat. The French have no plans to increase their troop commitment beyond the 3,300 now there. Mr. Obama, by contrast, may double the U.S. commitment to 60,000 troops.
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, too, and nodded to Pantalaimon, who lowered his ermine head in acknowledgment.

Clutching the knife in its leather sheath, Will led the way down the broad dark stairs and out of the tower. The sunlight was hot in the little square, and the silence was profound. Lyra looked all around, with immense caution, but the street was empty. And it would be better not to worry Will about what she'd seen; there was quite enough to , Will?" she said. "What we going to do? You're hurt so bad, and that poor old man… I hate this place, I really do, I'd burn it to the ground. What we going to do now?"
"Well," he said, "that's easy. We've got to get the alethiometer back, so we'll have to steal it. That's what we're going to do."worry about already. She led him away from the street where she'd seen the children, where the stricken Tullio was standing, as still as death. "I wish—" Lyra said when they had nearly left the square, stopping to look back up. "It's horrible, thinking of… and his poor teeth was all broken, and he could hardly see out his eye… He's just going to swallow some poison and die now, and I wish—"She was on the verge of tears."Hush," said Will. "It won't hurt him. He'll just go to sleep. It's better than the Specters, he said.""Oh, what we going to do

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summer shirtsleeves, with their radios and their batons and their suspicious eyes. Before they reached the bench, Lyra was on her feet and speaking to them.
"Please, could you tell me where the museum is?" she said. "Me and my brother was supposed to meet our parents there and we got lost."
The on," she went on scoldingly once they'd gone around the corner. "You en't safe on your own."
He said nothing. His heart was thumping with rage. They walked along toward a round building with a great leaden dome, set in a square bounded by honey-colored stone policeman looked at Will, and Will, containing his anger, shrugged as if to say, "She's right, we're lost, isn't it silly." The man smiled. The woman said: "Which museum? The Ashmolean?""Yeah, that one," said Lyra, and pretended to listen carefully as the woman gave her instructions.Will got up and said, "Thanks," and he and Lyra moved away together. They didn't look back, but the police had already lost interest."See?" she said. "If they were looking for you, I put 'em off. 'Cause they won't be looking for someone with a sister. I better stay with you from now

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been out of England, so he couldn't compare it with anywhere he knew, but it was the kind of place where people came out late at night to eat and drink, to dance and enjoy music. Except that there was no one here, and the silence from the cooler behind the bar and then thought for a moment before dropping a pound coin in the till. As soon as he'd shut the till, he opened it again, realizing that the money in there might say what this place was called. The currency was called the corona, but he couldn't tell any more than that.
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Tell us," he said. "Don't be afraid."
"It's about Dust," said the cat daemon, and Will marveled to hear part of his own nature telling him something he didn't know. "It was all flowing away, all the Dust there was, down into the abyss that you saw. Something's stopped it flowing down there, but...”
"Will, it an opening," said Kirjava, and again Will felt that little thrill: She's me, and I'm her, "every time anyone made an opening between the worlds, us or the old Guild men, anyone, the knife cut into the emptiness outside. The same emptiness there is down in the abyss. We never knew. No one knew, because the edge was too fine to see. But it was quite big enough for Dust to leak out of. If they closed it up again at once, there wasn't time was that golden light!" Lyra said. "The light that all flowed into the abyss and vanished... And that was Dust? Was it really?""Yes. But there's more leaking out all the time," Pantalaimon went on. "And it mustn't. It mustn't all leak away. It's got to stay in the world and not vanish, because otherwise everything good will fade away and die.""But where's the rest leaving from?" said Lyra.Both daemons looked at Will, and at the knife."Every time we made