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“If he’s a philosopher, why did he write a novel? Does he think the novel is a good form for philosophy?”
Lollllllll
Glenys Godwin was the current Director of Oakley Street.
the implications of his paper haven’t been noticed by the Magisterium,
Ok wouldnt most ask What implications?
Well, it was Dr. Polstead. But then, he was different now. He was even dressing differently.
Ewww
The shamans know about those roses.” “Do they? What do they know?” “They come from—the roses, I mean—from the heart of the desert of Karamakan.
The thing about that desert is that you can’t enter it without separating from your dæmon. It’s one of those odd places—there’s another in Siberia, I believe, and I think in the Atlas Mountains as well—where dæmons find it too uncomfortable, or too painful, to go.
thought people died if they did that,” said Lucy Arnold. “Not always, apparently.
Lampshade! Guess there's no way to tell if you become a zombie or get a super power
“It’s the first I’ve heard of a Royal Institute of Ethnology,” said Capes.
Then that was a stupid lie easy to prove
when they discover there’s no Ethnology Institute, they’ll come straight back to me,” said Malcolm. “But I’ll have thought of something else by then.
See? stupid
She wanted to ask him about—oh, she couldn’t remember;
and she didn’t want to ask where he was, in case—in case, she didn’t know what;
Girl your knowledge of what the heck is going on in your own head is remarkably foggy
heroic intensity that had once intoxicated
What heroic intensity does it live in canada
“Lyra, why are you so difficult to talk to?” “Me?” “I need to tell you something, but you make it difficult.” “I’m listening.” “No, you’re not. Not properly.”
Pan my good sir it would be easier for her to listen of you actually told her the thing
Am I supposed to use the imagination that I haven’t got?” “I didn’t mean that. Anyway—” “Of course you meant it.
Oh look now imon Lyras side
“Just say it.” Silence.
Lolllllll
“Whose name?” “Sebastian Makepeace.” She sat up. “Where was it?”
Omg that was so easy
wanted to find out why he was in it. Mr. Makepeace. And last night I went out and took it to him.” Lyra almost choked with rage.
That escalated quickly? the man has a right to know if his name's on a list
or even know why she was saying them.
Oh look add why words are coming out of her moth to the things lyra doesnt know
“Because you wouldn’t listen! You’re not listening now!”
Yeahhh he's kinda playing "i lied cuz i knew youdw be upset so now that you're upsrt im justified" card
can’t tell you how much I detest it when you do this sort of thing—”
this thing = letting people know his abilities ???
You think I’ll ever forget you betraying me in the world of the dead?”
Oh look we found the reason
“You knew you were going to do it, and you didn’t tell me.”
Lol not possible they share mind
“Roger,” she managed, but that was all.
Wut does Roger trump Pan or summit
I hate every part of me that isn’t you, and I’ll have to live with that. Sometimes I think if I could kill myself without killing you, I might do it, I’m so unhappy.
:(
You’re in a world full of color and you want to see it in black and white. As if Gottfried Brande was some kind of enchanter who made you forget everything you used to love, everything mysterious, all the places where the shadows are.
Can’t you see the emptiness of the worlds they describe, him and Talbot?
No cuz i havent read any actual text from them
I suppose the symbols have got so many meanings, you can read anything you want into them, so they don’t mean anything at all, really.
Why hadn’t the name caught her eye?
Lampshade!
How can I tell them? How can I show myself to them like this? It would be shameful. It would be worse than mortifying. These people whom she hardly knew, who’d taken her in, whom she was growing to like so much—how could she inflict a monstrosity like herself now, a half person, on them?
“And what was that name again? Doctor something.” “Malcolm Polstead.”
Uhhhh
She felt horribly vulnerable, as if her affliction had suddenly become gross and visible.
So uhhh not that different from a pregnancy
in any case, you’re too young for me. I like my women with a bit o’ mileage on ’em.
Malcolm likes em barely legal
Washing would only spread the pain further. This is what the shamans do, those who use the oil, apparently.
Lol dumb of them
I began to see the effects described in the poem of Jahan and Rukhsana.”
guided by the king of the birds,
Birbs!
As I watched, I became convinced that I was seeing something profound and true, which I would never afterwards be able to deny.
Shrooms
“And who was it who destroyed the place?” “Men from the mountains. That is all I know.”
there are the birds, the oghâb-gorgs. There are stories told about these birds that would terrify any traveler.”
Her emotions came and went so vividly that it seemed to him that she was more in tune with the world than anyone else he’d known. He didn’t know quite what he meant by that, and he wouldn’t have said it to anyone, least of all her; but it was enchanting to see.
Ewwww
Completely forbidden, by every kind of moral and—”
That only makes it spicier
What did he mean by that brief and contemptuous note? Surely he couldn’t have meant it literally.
You don’t look like you believe a word of this.” “I do,” Lyra protested. “It’s only too likely.” She didn’t believe it at all, of course. But if it comforted people to believe that sort of nonsense, she thought it was polite to let them do so, even if the author of The Hyperchorasmians would have snarled with scorn.
“Young people don’t believe in the secret commonwealth,” Brabandt said. “It’s all chemistry and measuring things, as far as they’re concerned. They got an explanation for everything, and they’re all wrong.”
The new method of reading the alethiometer was refusing to disclose anything at all about Lyra. It hadn’t at first; he’d spied on her more than once; but now it was as if some connection was broken, a wire come loose.
The classical method gave a fuller perspective, but at the cost of time and laborious research, and it required a kind of interpretation that Bonneville had little patience for.
Lol imagination?
there was no reason to keep it, because the girls in it were too English to be attractive.
Lol random students as fap material
he could see pictures of her because it wasn’t her he was focusing his mind on but a picture of her….All
Bonneville knew very little about his employer, mainly because he wasn’t interested.
Lol u wrk for him
The new method would be little use for that, and besides, Bonneville’s nauseous headache made him reluctant to think of using the alethiometer again for a while. He’d have to go and ask people: be a detective.
Again world breaking
Boiled cabbage,
Lol cuz irish
