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earrings, silver bracelets and a Star of David dangling from her necklace, which she often rubs with her fingers as she talks. Price runs a religious school at a synagogue near Los Angeles.
She forever. The words uttered during the meal, the face of her dinner companion, the red notebook, the green glass lamps on the table, the grey-haired waiter's polite reserve -- all of it will be etched for good in her memory, and she can do nothing about it.
Price can rattle off, without hesitation, what she saw and heard on almost any given date. She remembers many early childhood experiences and most of the days between the ages of 9 and 15. After that, there are virtually no gaps says the restaurant has been one her favorites for the past 23 years -- since Sept. 20, 1985, to be exact. It was a Friday. "And I was sitting with my father at that table over there, eating garlic chicken. I was wearing a big hat."On this Wednesday she orders a whitefish filet with creamed spinach and a soda, yet another immaterial detail she will now remember

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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 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 between the still-spinning dryads who were creating
Hrun the Barbarian crept soundlessly along the corridors, which were lit with a light so violet that it was almost black. His earlier confusion was gone. This was obviously a magical temple, and that explained everything. the magic circle, and watched to see what Druellae would do next."Grab him," she screamed. "Take him a long way from the Tree and kill him!"Rincewind turned and bolted.Across the focus of the circle.There was a brilliant flash.There was a sudden darkness.There was a vaguely Rincewind-shaped violet shadow, dwindling to a point and winking out.There was nothing at all.

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We have no more choice in that than in whether or not to be born."
"Oh, I like choice, though," he said. "I like choosing the jobs I take and the places I go and the food I eat and the companions I sit and yarn with. Don't you wish for a choice once in a while ?"
Serafina Pekkala another, when you live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again. We have different needs. You have to repair your balloon and keep it in good condition, and that takes time and trouble, I see that; but for us to fly, all we have to do is tear off a branch of cloud-pine; any will do, and there are plenty more. We don't feel cold, so we need no warm clothes. We have no means of exchange apart from mutual aid. If a witch needs something, another witch will give it to her. If there is a war to be fought, we don't consider cost considered, and then said, "Perhaps we don't mean the same thing by choice, Mr. Scoresby. Witches own nothing, so we're not interested in preserving value or making profits, and as for the choice between one thing and

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agitated and the children more fearful: much more fearful.
"Roger! Roger!" Lyra called, and Pantalaimon, keen-eyed as an owl, hooted that he'd seen him.
A them daemons we let out! Tell 'em that's going to happen to them too unless they get away!"
Roger gaped, horrified, but then collected his wits and ran to the nearest group of hesitating children. Lyra did the same, and as the message passed along, some children cried out and clutched their daemons in fear.
"Come with me!" Lyra shouted. "There's a rescue a coming! We got to get out of the compound! Come on, run!"
The children heard her and followed, streaming across the enclosure toward moment later they found each other."Tell 'em all to come with me!" Lyra shouted into his ear."They won't-they're all panicky-""Tell 'em what they do to the kids that vanish! They cut their demons off with a big knife! Tell 'em what you saw this afternoon-all

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maybe that would settle it. But you needn't worry, Lyra. While I've got it, you're safe." The first chance she had, she plunged her arm down into the stiffly frosted canvas of the kit bag and brought up the little tin. She could feel the buzz it was making before she touched it.
While Fardermost bears, he and his kin had opposable thumb claws with which they could hold things still to work on them; and he had some innate sense of the strength and flexibility of metals which meant that he only had to lift it once or twice, flex it this way and that, and he could run a claw over it in a circle to score it for folding. He did this now, folding the sides in and in until they stood in a raised rim and then making a lid to fit it. At Lyra's bidding he made two: one the same size as the original smokeleaf tin, and another just big enough to contain the tin itself and a quantity of hairs and bits of moss and lichen all packed down tight to smother the noise Coram was talking to the other leaders, she took the tin to lorek Byrnison and explained her idea. It had come to her when she remembered his slicing so easily through the metal of the engine cover.He listened, and then took the lid of a biscuit tin and deftly folded it into a small flat cylinder. She marveled at the skill of his hands: unlike

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ONLINE: Eating local is fine if you live in California or Italy, where there is a large selection of locally grown produce. But what happens if you live in a region like northern Europe, with its long, cold winters and short growing red polenta that's only from that place, ground from a special red corn. Then we had cured meats that were exceptional -- little dried sausages unusually spiced with herbs from the mountains. We had lovely cheeses. We toasted nuts and seasoned them with spices. We found wholegrain bread cooked in a wood oven. We found kale down in the valley. We found baby mountain goat and we braised it. We found the best apples I've ever tasted and we made an apple tart. It's just endless.seasons?Waters: That's what everyone always says. But no matter where you are, you can find things. Every region has its own products. For example, I went to Davos in Switzerland and I cooked a dinner in the mountains in the snow on Jan. 20, using only things from that region. We just don't think that there is anything there, but we eat differently in the winter than in the summer -- it's just different food. We had a forager out there in Davos. First of all, he found this beautiful

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Well, he won't get out if the armored bears are guarding him. They're like mercenaries, you know what I mean by that? They sell their strength to whoever pays. They got hands like men, and they learned the trick of working iron "We caught one of the Gobblers, and made him talk. That's how we know a little about what they're doing. Them two last night weren't Gobblers; they were too clumsy. If they'd been Gobblers we'd've took 'em alive. See, the gyptian people, we been hit worse than most by these Gobblers, and we're a coming together to decide what to do about it. That's what we was doing in the basin last night, taking on stores, 'cause we're going way back, meteoric iron mostly, and they make great sheets and plates of it to cover theirselves with. They been raiding the Skraelings for centuries. They're vicious killers, absolutely pitiless. But they keep their word. If you make a bargain with a panserbj0m, you can rely on it."Lyra considered these horrors with awe."Ma don't like to hear about the North," Tony said after a few moments, "because of what might've happened to Billy. We know they took him up north, see.""How d'you know that?"

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anyone could, and suddenly Lyra thought that one day, quite soon, he would be buried in the crypt under the oratory, and an artist would engrave a picture of his daemon on the brass plate for his coffin, and her name would share the space with his.
"I should have a lot of goodness and sweetness in your nature, and a lot of determination. You're going to need all of that. Things are going on in the wide world I would have liked to protect you from-by keeping you here in Jordan, I mean-but that's no longer possible."
She merely stared. Were they going to send her away?
"You knew that sometime you'd have to go to school," the Master went on. "We have taught you some things here, but not well or systematically. Our knowledge is of amade time before now for a talk with you, Lyra," he said after a few moments. "I was intending to do so in any case, but it seems that time is further on than I thought. You have been safe here in Jordan, my dear. I think you've been happy. You haven't found it easy to obey us, but we are very fond of you, and you've never been a bad child. There's

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instruments was hidden in darkness. But the man had altogether changed: he was bathed in light, and a fountain of glowing particles seemed to be streaming from his upraised hand.
"That lightof the Chaplain. "Let Lord Asriel explain."
"It's Dust," Lord Asriel repeated. "It registered as light on the plate because particles of Dust affect this emulsion as photons affect silver nitrate emulsion. It was partly to test it that my expedition went north in the first place. As you see, the figure of the man is perfectly visible. Now I'd like you to look at the shape to his left."
He indicated the blurred shape of the smaller figure.," said the Chaplain, "is it going up or coming down?""It's coming down," said Lord Asriel, "but it isn't light. It's Dust."Something in the way he said it made Lyra imagine dust with a capital letter, as if this wasn't ordinary dust. The reaction of the Scholars confirmed her feeling, because Lord Asriel's words caused a sudden collective silence, followed by gasps of incredulity."But how-""Surely-""It can't-""Gentlemen!" came the voice

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her daemon now. When Mrs. Coulter had learned all she wanted to know about where the witches were, and how theya great sigh, as if the purpose of was clear to her at last.
Dimly the witch saw what she had done, and through the horror that was enveloping her she tried to cry out: "What will you do to her? What will you do?"
"Why, I shall have to destroy her," said Mrs. Coulter, "to prevent another Fall… Why didn't I see this before? It was too large to see…" guarded Lyra and Will, she said, "And now tell me this. You witches know something about the child Lyra. I nearly learned it from one of your sisters, but she died before I could complete the torture. Well, there is no one to save you now. Tell me the truth about my daughter."Lena Feldt gasped, "She will be the mother—she will be—she will disobey—she will—""Name her! You are saying everything but the most important thing! Name her!" cried Mrs. Coulter."Eve! Mother of all! Eve, again! Mother Eve!" stammered Lena Feldt, sobbing."Ah," said Mrs. Coulter.And she breathed

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An advocate? You mean yourself? I didn't think it worked like that," said Dr. Malone, sitting up. "I thought they went on peer review and so on."
"It does in principle, of course," said Sir Charles. "But it also helps to know how these committees work in practice. And to know who's on them. Well, here I am. I'm intensely interested in your work; I think it might be very valuable in surprise. Hadn't Oliver just said he was going to work in Geneva? But he seemed to be understanding Sir Charles better than she was, for a flicker of complicity was passing between them, and Oliver came to sit down, too.
"I'm glad you take my point," said the old man. "You're quite right. There is a direction I'd be especially glad to see you taking. And provided we could agree, I might even be able to find you some extra money from another source altogether.", and it certainly ought to continue. Would you let me make informal re. "Why… well, yes! Good ! And thank you… I mean, do you really think it'll make a difference? I don't mean to suggest that… I don't know what I mean. Yes, of course!""What would we have to do?" said Dr. Payne.Dr. Malone looked at him
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Avis Jones-DeWeever, a mother of two and director of research at the National Council of Negro Women, "I tell them all the time, 'You are brilliant, but brilliance necessitates hard work to get to the level he reached,'" Jones-DeWeever said.Looking for safe, doctor-approved cures for sore throats, coughs, stomachaches, and more? Check this out!
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"She would patiently repeat her most powerful defense: 'This is no picnic for me either, buster,'" Obama wrote.

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Tests suggests this belly button would rate pretty well, being oval, vertical, slightly hooded, and indented but not too cavernous.Many mammals have virtually no noticeable belly button. We humans, however, are left with an the University of Helsinki in Finland thinks the belly button, aka the umbilicus, serves a greater purpose than mere cosmetics: It may be an indicator of mating potential in fertile women.
"I propose that umbilicus, together with the surrounding skin area, is an honest signal of individual vigor," Sinkkonen wrote in the latest issue of The FASEB Journal. "More precisely, I suggest that the symmetry, shape, and position of umbilicus can be used to estimate the reproductive potential of fertile
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sake. Little minute lumps of scarcely anything. They knew what these objects were. Anything that was associated with human workmanship and human thought was surrounded by Shadows…"
"And then exist. It's impossible, and if it isn't impossible, it's irrelevant, and if it isn't either of those things, it's embarrassing."
"I want to see the Cave," said Lyra.
She stood up.
Dr. Malone was running her hands through her hair and Oliver—Dr. Payne—got some fossil skulls from a friend at the museum and tested them to see how far back in time the effect went. There was a cutoff point about thirty, forty thousand years ago. Before that, no Shadows. After that, plenty. And that's about the time, apparently, that modern human beings first appeared. I mean, you know, our remote ancestors, but people no different from us, really…""It's Dust," said Lyra authoritatively. "That's what it is.""But, you see, you can't say this sort of thing in a funding application if you want to be taken seriously. It does not make sense. It cannot

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Oxford?" she cried. "That's where I come from!"
"Is there an Oxford in your world, then? You never came from my world."
"No," she said decisively. "Different worlds. But in my world there's an Oxford too. We're both speaking English, en't we? about Scholars."
He put the plates together and stood up.
"I cooked," he said, "so you can wash the dishes."
She looked incredulous. "Wash the dishes?" she scoffedStands to reason there's other things the same. How did you get through? Is there a bridge, or what?""Just a kind of window in the air.""Show me," she said.It was a command, not a request. He shook his head."Not now," he said. "I want to sleep. Anyway, it's the middle of the night.""Then show me in the morning!""All right, I'll show you. But I've got my own things to do. You'll have to find your scholars by yourself.""Easy," she said. "I know all

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crisis, by pledging to improve food safety standards and promising to bring the culprits of the scandal to court.
But families of the victims say China's lack of openness, public accountability and official corruption mean they have little faith that similar poisonings will not happen again, our correspondent reports.Today, President-elect Obama officially became President Obama. One of his first actions will be to sign his epic stimulus plan into law. If all goes according to plan, this event marks a rare chance to get in on the ground floor of what I believe could prove to be a government-fueled market rally.
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While they had been speaking, the window had been open beside them. The lights were glowing in the factory, the work was going on; machines were turning, chemicals were combining, people were producing goods and earning their livings. That was the world where Will belonged.
"Well, I'll show you what to do," he said.
So he taught the angel openings the knife made. The other ones must have been there for thousands of years, and still Dust exists."
The angel said, "We shall close them all, because if you thought that any still remained, you would spend your for one, and that would be a waste of the time you have. You have other work than that to do, much more important and valuable, in your own world. There will be no travel outside it anymore."
“What work have I got to do, then?" said Will, hut went on at how to feel for the edges of the window, just as Giacomo Paradisi had shown him, sensing them at his fingers' ends and pinching them together. Little by little the window closed, and the factory disappeared."The openings that weren't made by the subtle knife," Will said, "is it really necessary to close them all? Because surely Dust only escapes through the