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It wasn’t because they were too old to be interested in her sexually, and didn’t make her feel threatened: Mr. Cawson was known to be a ladies’ man, and Giorgio Brabandt had been frank about his own girlfriends, though he’d said she didn’t have enough mileage on her to qualify as one herself.
GB explicitly said he wasnt interested in her yo
Something like Will, or like the red building in the desert.
And so on.
Actually the question i woulod have it - so what anything can be a mass delusion. whats so special about a daemon?
For the first time she realized that the two writers had more in common than she’d thought.
Enders gaMe
The question was, she thought, was the universe alive or dead?
It’s based on a set of relationships which may be very complex but are fixed.” He stopped and stood up.
“Matter is dead, of course. Only the spirit gives life.
but knowledge is like water: it always finds gaps to leak through.
“The roses exist; they show us something we’ve always denied, something that contradicts the deepest truths we know about the Authority and his creation;
“Marisa would know how to show some force. Some character. She was all the man you’ll never be.”
Her dæmon gave a little shriek and tried to nuzzle her breast, but she pushed him away.
Were they soldiers? That was possible, but then she thought that their hair was too long, and they were too pale: they didn’t work outside. They were well paid: the clothes and the drinks testified to that. They were all on the small side too, whereas soldiers were usually bigger,
Does Wales have a mafia?
Lyra would have effortlessly come up with a story that would explain why the man should leave her alone:
She does have a cover story tho. Shouldnt she have that on hand if she needs it?
“There’s something wrong here,” the bulky man said loudly, not addressing Lyra. “There’s something badly wrong.”
Lyra just kinda goes into stasis until she has another character to play of
Lyra said, “My dæmon is inside my coat. He’s not well.
Ok i guess she just forgot about the covrr story
“People with that degree of disfigurement ought to keep out of public view,”
Huh disfigurement seems like an understatement.
There are places for people like you to stay….”
There are?????:
“It’s all right,” said another voice, a man’s voice with a Welsh accent.
Luckily the welsh mob have stepped in to save damsel lyra
She thought: Is it all going to end so soon, then? I won’t let it. Once we’re outside, I’ll attack.
Ok
Her, you know, the tree—the pine branch—” “Cloud-pine.” “Thass it. Someone stole it. We got that back and all.”
Lol its not sky metal armor but its close
you travel first class and keep yourself kind of apart, you know, what’s the word—” “Aloof,” said Dafydd. “Summing like that. Proud, haughty.
Lol she didnjt listen to one mans advice so more mens have appeared to repeat ot
“That’s not copper nor silver,” he said. “That’s something else.”
“They never discovered titanium till about two hundred years ago, and I never heard of a gold alloy of it.”
The three hands that Lyra could move with the wheels were made of some black metal. The needle that moved by itself was a lighter color, a sort of stormy gray.
“It seems to attract thieves. Like just now. It’s been stolen many times. When it was given to me, I thought that was the end of the stealing, but obviously it wasn’t.
Then something entered Lyra’s memory, something Malcolm had told her….She said, “The League of St. Alexander. Well done. You can put your cap back on now.”
She acts! But dont worry the credit still goes to Malcolm
Whose eyes were there to see through? No one’s. The point of view was unanchored, and consequently it lurched all over the place.
And the new method: now he knew how that worked. It wasn’t the person it was drawn to: it was the dæmon.
So she wasn't ducking
Simon Talbot looked up. There was a slight risk that he’d recognize Malcolm, who was, after all, a Scholar of his own university;
?? Wasnt malcolm.at jordan?
“That was a draw,” said Asta. “I’m not so sure. I think he won. Let’s see where he’s really going.”
Faints
heavy glasses and a black beret,
Lolll lame
but the blue macaw was impossible to hide.
“His name is Matthew Polstead,” Talbot said. “He’s a Scholar of Durham College. Historian. I recognized him at once.
Loolllll
He knew about my connection with that lout of a policeman who bungled the, the, ah, incident by the river, which means that by now the other side will have got hold of Hassall’s notes and other things.”
Huh so hassall wasnt reporting to lmj when he got jumped?
If the phrase “useful idiot” had existed in their world, it would have expressed his opinion of Talbot precisely.
Loollllll
obscurely humiliated, though he wasn’t sure how; but his philosophy soon made that feeling disappear.
Oh i see the author disses him on malcolms behalf
The ceremonies of the Church, the liturgy, the music, the vestments, the icons—those are holy things intrinsically. They embody holiness.
“She couldn’t have been taken in by that mountebank. Surely?”
Loll
“It’s a gripping story that encourages people not to feel bad about being selfish. Plenty of customers for that point of view.”
But between them, they’ve done something damaging to her, to her and Pantalaimon.” “It must be due to other things as well.”
Durrrrr
But even there he hadn’t been lonely, because with him then was Will’s dæmon, who knew nothing about herself and hadn’t even known she existed till she was torn out of his heart.
Oh yeah did she just poof into exisyence
what was he actually going to do when he came face to face with the author of The Hyperchorasmians, assuming he ever did? Why had he never thought about that?
I got nothin thAt was a dumb thing never to think about
He had been utterly reckless, utterly foolish, petulant, selfish, and proud. He hated what he’d done. He hated himself.
Two self haters
ST. LUCIA SCHULE FÜR BLINDE
Waaaait is Gottfried brand a blind guy
Pan wasn’t sure what he’d do, but not being seen would be just like being invisible,
Smacks forehead. Blind daemons can smell you you dolt
She wore a formal white dress with puffed sleeves, and her hair was tied up elaborately: the dress was too young for her, and the hairstyle too old; she looked as if nothing about her was right, and she knew it.
“Too many ghosts. You think you’re the first? They keep coming back, and he won’t say a word.”
Lordy he aint the first demon
So would Lyra, he thought, but she’d know how to talk to her, and he didn’t. “Thanks,”
At this point everything is in place for the coming of the strong leader, which will form the subject of the next chapter.”
Ok the rise os fascism
and his expression was one of stark terror.
