Sunday, February 22, 2009

Marc Chagall The Three Candles

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They're always going on about daemons too," said Bella. "Weighing them and measuring them and all..."
"They touch your daemons?"
"No! God! They put scales there and your daemon has to get on them and change, and they make notes and take pictures. And they put you in this cabinet and measure Dust, all the time, they never stop measuring Dust."
"What dust?" said Lyra.
"We ," said Annie.
A cold drench of terror went down Lyra's spine, and Pantalaimon crept very close. She had one day in which to find Roger and discover whatever she could about this place, and either escape or be rescued; and if all the gyptians had been killed, who would help the children stay alive in the icy wilderness?
The other girls went on talking, but Lyra and Pantalaimon nestled down dunno," said Annie. "Just something from space. Not real dust. If you en't got any Dust, that's good. But everyone gets Dust in the end.""You know what I heard Simon say?" said Bella. "He said that the Tartars make holes in their skulls to let the Dust in.""Yeah, he'd know," said Annie scornfully. "I think I'll ask Mrs. Coulter when she comes.""You wouldn't dare!" said Martha admiringly."I would.""When's she coming?" said Lyra."The day after tomorrow

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