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She looked as if she were trying to make her great size as small as possible.
Brande’s eyes were tight shut. He looked as if he thought keeping absolutely still would make him invisible.
“I don’t want your reason! I don’t want that! I want love. I want affection. I want a little kindness!
Brande and his dæmon could separate!
“There is no such thing,” Brande muttered, looking at the floor. “No such thing as Dust?” “No—such—thing.”
Or perhaps it was that a person with no visible dæmon wasn’t unimaginable.
“Those whose dæmons have deserted them.”
“There is a sudden danger, or an emergency, some absolutely compelling reason, and you separate for the first time.
It is my dread that I will see her with a man who is me, who is my double.
He is the strangest person I have ever known, and his predicament is appalling.
He too has lost his dæmon, but in a different manner….It
The hidden world exists, with its own passions and preoccupations, and from time to time its affairs leak through into the visible world. In Prague, maybe the veil between the worlds is thinner than in other places—I don’t know.”
Zlatá ulička?”
She is nearby. She is in Prague. Find her for me.” She supposed he meant with the alethiometer. And she’d have to use the new method, and that would leave her prostrate with sickness. “I need to know—” she began, but shook her head, helpless.
I am all fire, and she is all water. I long for her. She is longing for me….”
his face seemed like that of a wounded animal, aware of its suffering but of nothing that could explain it, so the whole universe was complicit in its pain and terror.
All we knew was that he was having conversations, interchanges, with immortal spirits, and what they had to say was far above our understandings.
Lyra said, “How do you know about me?” “In the world of the spirits your name is famous.” “What is this world of the spirits? It is nothing I know about. I don’t know what spirit is.” “Spirit is what matter does.”
“Nothing is only itself.”
“Will I ever find my dæmon?” “Yes, but not in the way you think.”
It has another name: it’s sometimes called Madinat al-Qamar, the City of the Moon.”
The place you mean is between the desert and the wandering lake. The salt marshes and shallow streams of Lop Nor, where the watercourses shift and move about unpredictably.”
She looked back at the cellar, where everything was alive, and where great hidden purposes were at work.
it was a purpose that had nothing to do with her, and one that she’d never understand, even if she knew what it was.
Sweet odors, thought Lyra….To the men from the mountains, such things were anathema. To the established hierarchy of the Church, they were the mark of heavenly favor. If the religious world was going to split, it might well be over a small thing like the scent of a rose.

