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wizard of the fifteenth grade, his optic nerves had long since become attuned to seeing into levels and dimensions far removed from common reality, and were therefore somewhat inefficient at observing the merely mundane. (Duringhad appeared to others to be eight-faceted and eerily insectile.) Besides, since hefollowed by half a dozen Riders. Would this be the opportunity? Perhaps here was the key to break the deadlock, the key to the throne of the Wyrmberg. It was rightfully hers, of course; but tradition said that only a man could rule the Wyrmberg. That irked Liessa, and when she was angry the Power flowed stronger and the dragons were especially big and ugly. was now suspended in the narrow space between the living world and the dark shadow-world of Death he could survey the whole of Causality itself. That was why, apart from a mild hope that this time his wretched daughter would get herself killed, he did not devote his considerable powers to learning more about the three travellers galloping desperately out of his realm.Several hundred yards away, Liessa was in a strange humour as she strode down the worn steps that led into the hollow heart of the Wyrmberg

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What?" said Twoflower.
Rincewind stopped. "Look," he snapped. "Just don't argue. Come on."
"It looks "What are they doing now?" asked the old man.
The young woman glanced at the scrying glass. "Heading rimwards at speed," she reported. "By the way - they’ve still got that box on legs."
The old man chuckled, an oddly disturbing sound alright," said Twoflower. "Just a bit underpopulated that's all...""Yes," said Rincewind. "Odd, isn't it? Come on!" There was a noise high above them, like a strip of leather being slapped on a wet rock. Something glassy and indistinct passed over Rincewind's head, throwing up a cloud of ashes from the fire, and the pig carcass took off from the spit and rocketed into the sky.It banked to avoid a clump of trees, righted itself, roared around in a tight circle, and headed hubwards leaving a trail of hot pork-fat droplets.

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That's the case for some of the gases that contribute to climate change, such as methane and nitrous oxide. But as thousand years," Solomon says.
This is because the oceans are currently soaking up a lot of the planet's excess heat — and a lot of the carbon dioxide put into the air. The carbon dioxide and heat will eventually start coming out of the ocean. And that will take place for many hundreds of years.

Solomon is a scientist with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. Her new study looked at the consequences of this long-term effect in terms of sea level rise and drought.Solomon and colleagues suggest in a new study published in the Proceedings of the National Academy of science, it is not true for the most abundant greenhouse gas: carbon dioxide. Turning off the carbon dioxide emissions won't stop global warming."People have imagined that if we stopped emitting carbon dioxide that the climate would go back to normal in 100 years or 200 years. What we're showing here is that's not right. It's essentially an irreversible change that will last for more than a

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were, tied up all his spell-retention cells. In his darker moments Rincewind had come up with his own explanation as to why even minor spells refused to stay in his head for more than a few seconds.
They were scared, he decided.
"Um-" he repeated.
"A small one would do," said Druellae, watching him curl his lips in A frenzy of anger and emberrassment. She signalled, and a couple of he-dryads closed in.
The spell chose that moment to vault into the temporarily-abandoned saddle of Rincewind's consciousness. He felt it sitting of the dryads were also backing away. What had he done? Something terrible, apparently.
But in his experience it was only a matter of time before the normal balance of the universe restored itself and started doing the usual terrible things to him. He backed away, ducked there, leering defiantly at him."I do know a spell," he said wearily."Yes? Pray tell," said Druellae.Rincewind wasn't sure that he dared, although the Spell was trying to take control of his tongue. He fought it."You said you could read my mind," he said indistinctly. "Read it."She stepped forward, looking mockingly into his eyes.Her smile froze. Her hands raised protectively, she crouched back. From her throat came a sound of pure terror.Rincewind looked around. The rest

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That's great," Rincewind took a deep breath. "look," he said desperately, "let's eat somewhere else. There's been a bit of a fight down below.
"A tavern brawl? Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Well, you see, I - what?"
"I thought I made myself clear this morning, Rincewind. I want to see genuine slave market, not all dockside talk?" And now, to the wizard's astonishment, Twoflower was almost pleading.
"Oh, yeah. We have them all right," said Rincewind hurriedly. He pictured them in his mind, and recoiled from the thought.the Whore Pits, the Temple of Small Gods, the Beggars' Guild... and a genuine tavern brawl." A faint note of suspicion entered Twoflower's voice. "You do have them, don't you? You know, people swinging on chandeliers, swordfights over the table, the sort of thing Hrun the Barbarian and the Weasel are always getting involved in. You know - excitement."Rincewind sat down heavily on the bed."You want to see a fight?" he said."Yes. What's wrong with that?""For a start, people get hurt.""Oh, I wasn't suggesting we get involved. I just want to see one, that's all. And some of your famous heroes. You do have some, don't you? It's

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tinkled, and every bird in the great room shrieked, and Lyra's ears rang.
But she was equal to it.
"That's why I love you best," she said to lofur Raknison, "because you're passionate and strong as well as clever. And I just miles away to spy for you, or keep me here by your side, whichever you like. And I'd help you lead the bears to capture Bolvangar, if you like, and make them create more daemons for your favorite bears; or if you'd rather be the only bear with a daemon, we could destroy Bolvangar forever. We could do anything, lofur Raknison, you and me together!"had to leave him and come and tell you, because I don't want him ruling the bears. It ought to be you. And there is a way of taking me away from him and making me your daemon, but you wouldn't know what it was unless I told you, and you might do the usual thing about fighting bears like him that've been outcast; I mean, not fight him properly, but kill him with fire hurlers or something. And if you did that, I'd just go out like a light and die with him.""But you-how can-""I can become your daemon," she said, "but only if you defeat lorek Byrnison in single combat. Then his strength will flow into you, and my mind will flow into yours, and we'll be like one person, thinking each other's thoughts; and you can send me

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identified with this story because I was given an expensive pair of jeans for a birthday a few years back. While I appreciated the gift and wore them gratefully, I had no idea that they were expensive until someone (some months later) saw study and subsequent report as I have a fascination in this area; the value we place on labels. Having worked with a broad socio-economic cross-section of people over the last two and a half decades has given me a great opportunity to observe ’shopping behaviour’ and the rationale behind those purchases first hand.
Like my client who would never buy a pair of shoes unless the label and complimented me on owning a pair of that particular brand of jeans. I nearly fell over. Of all the things to be complimented on, the brand of my jeans wasn’t high on my list. I was amazed that they could be impressive to someone. To me, they were simply one of the five (or so) pairs that I owned. No better or worse than any of my other ($50) jeans.What Logic?I was extremely interested in Wallace’s

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one lucky thing was that it was coming from the direction opposite to the one in which the gray goose had flown. But that was the only comfort. Very soon it was visible, and a murmur of excitement went around the crowd. Its fat sleek silver form drifted over the avenue of lights, and its own lights blazed downward from the nose and were roaring, and snow was swirling up from the ground, and the faces of passengers showed in the cabin windows.
Lyra looked, and there was no mistake. Pantalaimon clutched at her, became a wildcat, hissed in hatred, because looking out with curiosity was the beautiful dark-haired head of Mrs. Coulter, with her golden daemon in her lap.the cabin slung beneath the body.The pilot cut the speed and began the adjusting the height. Lyra realized what the stout mast was for: of course, it was a mooring mast. As the adults ushered the children inside, with everyone staring back and pointing, the ground crew clambered up the ladders in the mast and prepared to attach the mooring cables. The engines

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A door opened in the building a few yards away, and an anbaric light came on overhead, swiveling to find them, like a searchlight.
Lyra's captor thrust her forward like a trophy, without letting go, and said something. The figure in the padded coal-silk and spat as he circled past on swift wings.
"I see," said the man in a tone of satisfaction, as Pantalaimon returned to Lyra's shoulder.
The Samoyed men were looking expectant, and the man from Bolvangar nodded and took off a mitten to reach into a pocket. He took out a drawstring purse and counted out a dozen heavy coins into the hanorak answered in the same language, and Lyra saw his features: he was not a Samoyed or a Tartar. He could have been a Jordan Scholar. He looked at her, and particularly at Pantalaimon.The Samoyed spoke again, and the man from Bolvangar said to Lyra, "You speak English?""Yes," she said."Does your daemon always take that form?"Of all the unexpected questions! Lyra could only gape. But Pantalaimon answered it in his becoming a falcon, and launching himself from her shoulder at the man's daemon, a large marmot, which struck up at Pantalaimon with a swift movement unter's hand.

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paid us to allow them to set up stations in our lands, and they treated us with courtesy." "What is this Dust?"
"It comes from the sky. Some say it has always been there, some say it is newly falling. What is certain is that when people become aware of it, a great fear comes over them, and they'll stop at nothing to discover what it is. But it is not the goose. "But tell us this: do you know anything more about these Dust hunters? What do they do at this Bolvangar?"
"They have put up buildings of metal and concrete, and some underground chambers. They burn coal spirit, which they bring in at great expense. We don't know what of any concern to witches.""And where are they now, these Dust hunters?" "Four days northeast of here, at a place called Bolvangar. Our clan made no agreement with them, and because of our longstanding obligation to you, Farder Coram, I have come to show you how to find these Dust hunters."Farder Coram smiled, and John Faa clapped his great hands together in satisfaction."Thank you kindly, sir," he said to

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Over the next few days, Lyra concocted a dozen plans and dismissed them impatiently; for they all boiled down to stowing away, and how could you stow away on a narrowboat? To be sure, the real voyage would involve a proper ship, and she knew enough stories to expect all kinds of hiding places on a full-sized vessel: the , , watching as he made his choice of the volunteers for the fighting force. She pestered Roger van Poppel with suggestions about the stores they needed to take: Had he remembered snow goggles? Did he know the best place to get arctic maps?
The man she most wanted to help was Benjamin de Ruyter, the hold, the bilges, whatever they were; but she'd have to get to the ship first, and leaving the fens meant traveling the gyptian way.And even if she got to the coast on her own, she might stow away on the wrong ship. It would be a fine thing to hide in a and wake up on the way to High Brazil.Meanwhile, all around her the tantalizing work of assembling the expedition was going on day and night. She hung around Adam Stefanski

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and set 'em free. From what we know, there might be some fighting to do. It won't be the first time, nor it won't be the last, but we never had to fight yet with people who kidnap children, and we shall have to be uncommon cunning. But we en't going to come back without our kids. Yes, Dirk Vries?"his feet, and called for wine and bade me swab the floor."
By the end of the fourth repetition of the story Lyra was perfectly convinced she did remember it, and even volunteered details of the color of Mr. Coulter's coat and the cloaks and furs hanging in the closet. Ma Costa laughed.
And whenever she was alone, Lyra took out the alethiome-ter and pored over it like a lover with a picture of the beloved
A man stood up and said, "Lord Faa, do you know why they captured them kids?"
"We heard it's a theological lights showed that the place was crammed, John Faa and Farder Coram came out on the platform and sat behind the table. John Faa didn't have to make a sign for silence; he just put his great hands flat on the table and looked at the people below, and the hubbub died.
"Well," he said, "you done what I asked. And better than I hoped. I'm a going to call on the heads of the six families now to come up here and give over their gold and recount their promises. Nicholas Rokeby, you

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What do men want in a woman? Brains? Beauty? Vacuuming prowess?
Researchers at the University of Iowa find that men increasingly are interested in intelligent, educated women who are 2008 rounded out their top traits with "dependable character" and "emotional stability, maturity." Men ranked intelligence fourth, a big jump from 11th place in 1939; in addition, "good financial prospect" moved to 12th place in 2008, a shift from its low 17th-place ranking in 1939 and last-place ranking in 1967.
"This is a generation of men who has grown up with educated financially stable — and chastity isn't an issue.The findings are part of a study, conducted every decade since 1939, which asks participants to rank a list of 18 characteristics they would want in a partner on a scale ranging from "irrelevant" to "essential." Included are such items as "sociability" and "good cook, housekeeper," as well as "mutual attraction and love," which came in first place for both men and women in 2008. (In 1939, it wasn't in the top three for either sex.)Male and female participants in

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"I en't seen him. He'll be for it, too. Ooh, when Mr. Cawson catches him-"
Lyra ran to the "Lyra, we all care about Roger-"
"You don't, else you'd all stop work and go and look for him right now! I hate you!"
"There could be a dozen reasons why Roger en't turned up. Listen to sense. We got kitchen and thrust her way into the hot, clangorous, steaming bustle."Where's Roger?" she shouted."Clear off, Lyra! We're busy here!""But where is he? Has he turned up or not?"No one seemed interested."But where is he? You must've heard!" Lyra shouted at the chef, who boxed her ears and sent her storming away.Bernie the pastry cook tried to calm her down, but she wouldn't be consoled."They got him! Them bloody Gobblers, they oughter catch 'em and bloody kill 'em! I hate 'em! You don't care about Roger-"

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Retiring Room was ready for the Scholars' poppy and wine after dinner. Lyra darted to the oak wardrobe, opened it, and hid inside, pulling the door shut just as the Steward entered. She had no fear for Pantalaimon: the room was , who had twice beaten her.
Lyra heard a tiny whisper; obviously Pantalaimon had squeezed in beside her.
"We're going to have to stay here now. Why don't you listen to me?"
She didn't reply until the Steward had left. It was his job to supervise the waiting at the high table; she could hear the Scholars coming into the hall, the murmur of voices, the shuffle of feet.somber colored, and he could always creep under a chair.She heard the Steward's heavy wheezing, and through the crack where the door hadn't quite shut she saw him adjust the pipes in the rack by the smoking stand and cast a glance over the decanters and glasses. Then he smoothed the hair over his ears with both palms and said something to his daemon. He was a servant, so she was a dog; but a superior servant, so a superior dog. In fact, she had the form of a red setter. The daemon seemed suspicious, and cast around as if she'd sensed an intruder, but didn't make for the wardrobe, to Lyra's intense relief. Lyra was afraid of the Steward

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remaining zeppelin. Withdraw and wait for full daylight, no doubt, and fly high enough to scan the edge of the forest over a wide area, so he could see when Lee and Grumman broke cover.
The osprey daemon Sayan Kotor awoke, and stretched her great wings above where Lee was sitting. Hester looked up and turned her head this way and that, looking at the mighty daemon with each golden eye in turn, and a what happened to the zeppelins during the night. Pack what you want to carry, and come away now."
Lee rubbed his jaw. The most valuable things he owned were also the moment later the shaman himself came out of the tent."Busy night," Lee remarked."A busy day to come. We must leave the forest at once, Mr. Scoresby. They are going to burn it."Lee looked around incredulously at the soaking vegetation and said, "How?""They have an engine that throws out a kind of naphtha blended with potash, which ignites when it touches water. The Imperial Navy developed it to use in their war with Nippon. If the forest is saturated, it will catch all the more quickly.""You can see that, can you?""As clearly as you saw

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got up.
Will leaned forward and snatched the alethiometer from the little table, thrust it into his pocket, and darted back through the window. As soon as he was on the grass in Cittagazze he felt in the air for those elusive edges, calming his mind, breathing slowly, conscious all the time that only feet away there was horrible danger.
Then came a withdrawn just in time. That gave Will the moment he needed to seize the edges of the window and press them shut.
His own world had vanished, and he was alone in the moonlit parkland in Cittagazze, panting and trembling and horribly frightened.
But now there was Lyra to rescue. He ran back to the first windowscreech, not human, not animal, but worse than either, and he knew it was that loathsome monkey. By that time he'd gotten most of the window closed, but there was still a small gap at the level of his chest. And then he leaped back, because into that gap there came a small furry golden hand with black fingernails, and then a face—a nightmare face. The golden monkey's teeth were bared, his eyes glaring, and such a concentrated malevolence blazed from him that Will felt it almost like a spear.Another second and he would have been through, and that would have been the end. But Will was still holding the knife, and he brought it up at once and slashed left, right, across the monkey's face—or where the face would have been if the monkey hadn't

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assume that this song refers to drug use, especially since the capitalized words in the title start with the same letters used to denote a particular hallucinogenic drug. However, John Lennon stated that the origins of the title come fromschool. At the time, I thought it was a beautiful love song about longing for someone else. Well, it is … but the person singing is actually a perv! These lines give him away: “Oh I watch you there through the window and I stare at you
a drawing that his son did of his friend, Lucy. The title of the picture was “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” so John used that for his song. Whether the actual meaning behind the song is about drug use is debatable, but the title itself is not meant to refer to an LSD trip.6. “Crash into Me,” Dave Matthews BandI’m pretty sure I put this song on a mix CD I made for a crush my sophomore year of high . You wear nothing but you wear it so well.” How did I miss the peeping tom aspect

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Your friend, he ain' afraid of Specters?"
"Will en't afraid of anything," Lyra said. "Nor'm I. What you scared of cats for?"
"You don't know about cats?" the oldest boy said incredulously. "Cats, they got the devil in them, all right. You got to kill every cat you see. They bite you and put the devil in you too. And what was you doing with that big pard?"
She realized a hand and grabbed a fistful of air, crowing, "I got one now!"
"They can't hurt you," one of the boys said. "So we can't hurt them, all right."
"And there's always been Specters in this world?" said Lyra.
"Yeah," said one boy, but another said, "No, they came a long time ago. Hundreds of years."
"They came because of the Guild," said the third.
"The what?" said Lyra.he meant Pantalaimon in his leopard shape, and shook her head innocently."You must have been dreaming," she said. "There's all kinds of things look different in the moonlight. But me and Will, we don't have Specters where we come from, so we don't know much about 'em.""If you can't see 'em, you're safe," said a boy. "You see 'em, you know they can get you. That's what my pa said, then they got him.""And they're here, all around us now?""Yeah," said the girl. She reached out

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herself; there were mysteries enough without imagining more.
The other way in which this Oxford differed from hers was in the vast numbers of people swarming on every sidewalk, in and out of every building; people of every sort, women dressed like men, Africans, even a group of Tartars meekly following their leader, all neatly dressed and hung about with little black cases. She glared at them fearfully at first, taking the measure of this mock-Oxford, she felt hungry and bought a bar of chocolate with her twenty-pound note. The shopkeeper looked at her oddly, but he was from the Indies and didn't understand her accent, perhaps, although she asked very clearly. With the change she bought an apple from the Covered Market, which was much , because they had no daemons, and in her world they would have been regarded as ghasts, or worse.But (this was the strangest thing) they all looked fully alive. These creatures moved about cheerfully enough, for all the world as though they were human, and Lyra had to concede that human was what they probably were, and that their daemons were inside them as Will's was.After wandering about for an hour

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Partly, aye. There was a time when he thought of making it an issue of force, but he turned away from that."
"Why? Was the Church too strong?"
"No," said the "I think he's a-waging a higher war than that. I think he's aiming a rebellion against the highest power of all. He's gone a-searching for the dwelling place of the Authority Himself, and he's a-going to destroy Him. That's what I think. It shakes my heart to voice it, ma'am. I hardly dare think of it. But I can't put together any other story that makes sense of what he's doing."
Serafina sat quiet for a few moments, absorbing old servant, "that wouldn't stop my master. Now this might sound strange to you, Serafina Pekkala, but I know the man better than any wife could know him, better than a mother. He's been my master and my study for nigh on forty years. I can't follow him to the height of his thought any more than I can fly, but I can see where he's a-heading even if I can't go after him. No, it's my belief he turned away from a rebellion against the Church not because the Church was too strong, but because it was too weak to be worth the fighting.""So… what is he doing?"

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would all be restored to their proper relations with one another, and Lyra's Oxford and Will's would lie over each other again, like transparent images on two sheets of film being moved closer and closer until they merged, although, and Will and Lyra's little cafe. A long search through the captain's telescope had shown no signs of life whatsoever, but John Faa planned to take half a dozen armed men ashore just in case.
They wouldn't get in the way, but they were there if they were needed.
They ate a last meal together, watching the darkness fall. Will said goodbye to the captain and his officers, and to John Faa and Farder Coram. He had hardly seemed to be aware of them, and they saw him more clearly than he saw them: they saw they would never truly touch.At the moment, however, they were a long way apart, as far as Lyra had had to travel from her Oxford to Cittagazze. Will's Oxford was here now, just a knife cut away. It was evening when they arrived, and as the anchor splashed into the water, the late sun lay warmly on the green hills, the terracotta roofs, that elegant and crumbling waterfront

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her, or a bird? Or was he somewhere else entirely with the other daemon, and with Lyra not on his mind at all? "'"'
The sun was warm now, and she was soon dry. She dressed in ,c Mary's loose shirt again and, seeing some flat stones by the bank, , and sat up, reaching for the knife.
"Safe," she said, looking away. "And they washed our clothes, too, or Dr. Malone did. I'll get yours. They're nearly dry..."
She passed them in through the curtain of leaves and sat with her back to him till he was dressed.went to fetch her own clothes to wash them. But she found that someone had already done that: hers and Will's, too, were laid over the springy twigs of a fragrant bush, nearly dry.Will was stirring. She sat nearby and called him softly."Will! Wake up!""Where are we?" he said at once