Edvard Munch Girls on a Bridge

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Wassily Kandinsky Flood Improvisation

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road from Ankh-Morpork to Quirm is high, white and winding, a thirty-league stretch of potholes and half-buried rocks Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the Discworld. Tourist, Rincewind had decided, meant "idiot".
As they rode leisurely through the thyme-scented bee-humming air, Rincewind pondered on the experiences of the last few days. While the little foreigner that spirals around mountains and dips into cool green valleys of citrus trees, crosses liana-webbed gorges on creaking rope bridges and is generally more picturesque than Picturesque. That was a new word to Rincewind the wizard (Being Unseen University failed.) It was one of a number he had picked up since leaving the charred ruins of Ankh-Morpork. Quaint was another one. Picturesque meant - he decided after careful observation of the scenery that inspired Twoflower to use the word - that the landscape was horribly precipitous. Quaint, when used to describe the occasional village through which they passed, meant fever-ridden and tumbledown.

George Inness Sunset

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a witch, Pan, then you could go off and find him and take messages and all, and we could make a proper plan...."
Then she had the fright of her life
A man's voice spoke in the darkness a few feet away, and said, "Who are you?"
She leaped up tattered hair hung over his shoulders. His daemon, a weary-looking serpent, lay in his lap, flicking out her tongue occasionally as Pantalaimon flew near.
"What's your name?" she said.
"Jotham Santelia," he replied. "I am the Regius Professor of Cosmology at the University of Gloucester. Who are you?"with a cry of alarm. Pantalaimon became a bat at once, shrieking, and flew around her head as she backed against the wall."Eh? Eh?" said the man again. "Who is that? Speak up! Speak up!""Be a firefly again, Pan," she said shakily. "But don't go too close."The little wavering point of light danced through the air and fluttered around the head of the speaker. And it hadn't been a heap of rags after all; it was a gray-bearded man, chained to the wall, whose eyes glittered in Pantalaimon's luminance, and whose

Henri Matisse The Window

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Yes, it was a curious discovery by Lord Asriel himself that gave us the key to the new method. He discovered that an alloy of manganese and titanium has the property of insulating body from daemon. By the way, what is happening with"Ah-yes-sentence of death, you say? Gracious God...I'm sorry. The new instrument. We're investigating what happens when the intercision is made with the patient in a conscious state, and of course that couldn't be done with the Maystadt process. So Lord Asriel?""Perhaps you haven't heard," said Mrs. Coulter. "Lord Asriel is under suspended sentence of death. One of the conditions of his exile in Svalbard was that he give up his philosophical work entirely. Unfortunately, he managed to obtain books and materials, and he's pushed his heretical investigations to the point where it's positively dangerous to let him live. At any rate, it seems that the Vatican Council has begun to debate the question of the sentence of death, and the probability is that it'll be carried out. But your new instrument, Doctor. How does it work?"

Gustav Klimt dancer

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Pantalaimon give a chirrup of recognition, and turned to find Billy Costa standing just behind her.
"Roger told me you was here," he muttered.
"Your and plates Billy and Roger both told her as much as they knew. Billy had heard from a nurse that children who had had the operation were often taken to hostels further south, which might explain how Tony Makarios came to be wandering in the wild. But Roger had something even more interesting to tell her.
"I found a hiding place," he said.brother's coming, and John Faa and a whole band of gyptians," she said. "They're going to cried aloud with joy, but subdued the cry into a cough."And you got to call me Lizzie," Lyra said, "never Lyra. And you got to tell me everything you know, right."They sat together, with Roger close by. It was easier to do this at lunchtime, when children spent more time coming and going between the tables and the counter, where bland-looking adults served equally bland food. Under the clatter of knives and forks

Claude Monet A Corner of the Studio

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light flickered under a snow-thick roof, and Lyra thought she saw pale faces behind some of the windowpanes, and imagined their astonishment to see a child riding a great white bear.
At the center armor.
The man spoke in words she couldn't understand. lorek Byrnison replied in the same language, and the man gave a little moan of fear.
"He thinks we are devils," lorek told Lyra. "What shall I say?"of the little village there was an open space next to the jetty, where boats had been drawn up, mounds under the snow. The noise of the dogs was deafening, and just as Lyra thought it must have wakened everyone, a door opened and a man came out holding a rifle. His wolverine daemon leaped onto the woodstack beside the door, scattering snow.Lyra slipped down at once and stood between him and lorek Byrnison, conscious that she had told the bear there was no need for his

Andrea Mantegna The Madonna of the Cherubim

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that the tin itself moved slowly over the wood.
"I've heard of them clockwork devils, but never seen one," John Faa said. "There en't no way of taming it and turning it . Not a grand cabin, to be sure; in fact, little more than a closet with a bunk and a scuttle, which was the proper name for porthole. She stowed her few things in the drawer below the bunk and ran up excitedly to lean over the rail and watch England vanish behind, only to find that most of England had vanished in the mist before she got there.
But the rush of water below, the movement in the air, the ship's lights back, I do know that much. Nor is it any use weighing it down with lead and dropping it in the ocean, because one day it'd rust through and out the devil would come and make for the child wherever she was. No, we'll have to keep it by, and exercise our vigilance."Lyra being the only female on board (for John Faa had decided against taking women, after much thought), she had a cabin to herself

Caravaggio Beheading of Saint John the Baptist

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trouble was, your mother was already married. She'd married a politician. He was a member of the king's party, one of his moment and he'd have forced open the closet where the gyptian woman was hiding with you, but Lord Asriel challenged him, and they fought there and then, and Lord Asriel killed him.
"The gyptian woman heard and saw it all, Lyra, and that's how we know.closest advisers. A rising man."Now when your mother found herself with child, she feared to tell her husband the child wasn't his. And when the baby was born-that's you, girl-it was clear from the look of you that you didn't favor her husband, but your true father, and she thought it best to hide you away and give out that you'd died."So you was took to Oxfordshire, where your father had estates, and put in the care of a gyptian woman to nurse. But someone whispered to your mother's husband what had happened, and he came a flying down and ransacked the cottage where the gyptian woman had been, only she'd fled to the great house; and the husband followed after, in a murderous passion."Lord Asriel was out a hunting, but they got word to him and he came riding back in time to find your mother's husband at the foot of the great staircase. Another

Laurie Maitland Symphony in Red and Khaki II

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when the evening came, Mrs. Coulter might take Lyra to the theater, and again there would be lots of glamorous people to talk to and be admired by, for it seemed that Mrs. Coulter knew everyone important in London.
about atoms and elementary particles, and anbaromagnetic charges and the four fundamental forces and other bits and pieces of experimental theology, but nothing about the solar system. In fact, when Mrs. Coulter realized this and explained how the earth and the other five planets revolved around the sun, Lyra laughed loudly at the joke.
However, she was keen to show that she did know some things, and when Mrs. Coulter In the intervals between all these other activities Mrs. Coulter would teach her the rudiments of geography and mathematics. Lyra's knowledge had great gaps in it, like a map of the world largely eaten by mice, for at Jordan they had taught her in a piecemeal and disconnected way: a junior Scholar would be detailed to catch her and instruct her in such-and-such, and the lessons would continue for a sullen week or so until she "forgot" to turn up, to the Scholar's relief. Or else a Scholar would forget what he was supposed to teach her, and drill her at great length about the subject of his current research, whatever that happened to be. It was no wonder her knowledge was patchy. She knew

Unknown Artist Les Vins Blancs

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As for where they took these lost children, no two stories agreed. Some said it was to Hell, under the ground, to Fairyland. Others said to a farm where the children were kept and fattened for the table. Others said that the children were Gobblers'11 get you!"
"My cousin in Northampton, she knows a woman whose little boy was took by the Gobblers...."
"The Gobblers've been in Stratford. They say they're coming south!"

And, inevitably:
"Let's play kids and Gobblers!"kept and sold as slaves to rich Tartars....And so on.But one thing on which everyone agreed was the name of these invisible kidnappers. They had to have a name, or not be referred to at all, and talking about them-especially if you were safe and snug at Home, or in Jordan college-was delicious. And the name that seemed to settle on them, without anyone's knowing why, was the Gobblers."Don't stay out late, or the

Amedeo Modigliani Caryatid 1

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For they were leaving the shoreline now, and their course was taking them out over a wide bay thirty or forty miles across. A range of hills rose on the far side, and now that he'd gained some height, Lee saw that they might more truthfully be called mountains.
He turned to . They were grouped purposefully, and becoming clearer and more solid every minute.
"Zeppelins," he said. "Well, there's no hiding out here."
He tried to make an estimate of their distance, and a similar calculation about the hills toward which they were flying. Their speed had certainly picked up now, and the breeze was flickinGrumman, but found him deep in a trance. The shaman's eyes were closed, and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead as he rocked gently back and forth. A low rhythmic moaning came from his throat, and his daemon gripped the edge of the basket, equally entranced.And whether it was the result of gaining height or whether it was the shaman's spell, a breath did stir the air on Lee's face. He looked up to check the gasbag and saw it sway a degree or two, leaning toward the hills. But the breeze that moved them more swiftly was working on the other balloon, too. It was no closer, but neither had they left it behind. And as Lee turned the telescope on it again, he saw darker, smaller shapes behind it in the shimmering distanceg white tips off the waves far below.

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield under a Cloudy Sky

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But after that I never trusted children any more than grownups. They're just as keen to do bad things. So I wasn't surprised when those kids in Ci'gazze did that."
"But I was glad when the witches came."
He sat down again with his back to Lyra and, still not looking at her, he wiped his hand across his eyes. She pretended Specters off. If they turned their back on something frightening behind them and tried to get really interested in the stones and how they fit together, or the leaves on the bush, like if only they could make themselves find that really important, they'd be safe. I don't know. It looks like that. There were real things for her to be frightened of, like those men who came and not to see."Will," she said, "what you said about your mother… and Tullio, when the Specters got him… and when you said yesterday that you thought the Specters came from your world…""Yes. Because it doesn't make sense, what was happening to her. She wasn't mad. Those kids might think she was mad and laugh at her and try to hurt her, but they were wrong; she wasn't mad. Except that she was afraid of things I couldn't see. And she had to do things that looked crazy; you couldn't see the point of them, but obviously she could. Like her counting all the leaves, or Tullio yesterday touching the stones in the wall. Maybe that was a way of trying to put the

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Heliopolis, Egypt: Though largely destroyed and swallowed by the sprawl of modern Cairo, the ancient city of Heliopolis was once the center of the Egyptians' worship of Ra, the all-important sun God. Ra died in the evening and was reborn every morning, according to legend, spending the night in a boat floating through the underworld.are thought to incur the wrath of Pele, who will curse those individuals with bad luck.
Teotihuacan, Mexico: The most important site of the pre-Columbian Aztecs and a major world city in its own right, Teotihuacan was also the ceremonial heart of the cult of the feathered-serpent Quetzalcoatl, the Aztec's creator god. It was at the site's temple where Quetzalcoatl first had plumes added to his reptilian body, according to Aztec myth. Kilauea, Hawaii: This sacred volcano on the Big Island of Hawaii is both feared (it is the most active volcano on the planet) and revered as the Home of Pele, Hawaii's fire Goddess. Tourists who disrespect Kilauea or take rocks from the mountain

George Inness The Coming Storm

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Watch out," Lyra said.
Will turned. The young man was climbing up into the little wooden shelter. He hadn't seen them yet, but there was nowhere to hide, and as they stood up he saw the movement and whipped around to face them.
Immediately Pantalaimon became a bear and reared up on his hind legs. Only Lyra knew that he wouldn't be able to touch the or fight or leap out of the way.
The young man sprang forward and slashed at him with the knife—left, right, left, coming closer and closer, making Will back away till he was trapped in the angle where two sides of the tower met.
Lyra was scrambling toward the man from behind, with the loose rope in her hand. Will darted forward suddenly, just as he'd done to the man in his house, and with the same effect: other man, and certainly the other blinked and stared for a second, but Will saw that he hadn't really registered it. The man was crazy. His curly red hair was matted, his chin was flecked with spit, and the whites of his eyes showed all around the pupils.And he had the knife, and they had no weapons at all. Will stepped up the lead, away from the old man, crouching, ready to jump

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about Specters, you don' know about cats either. You ain' like us!"
The boy in the striped T-shirt whom Will had thrown down was trembling to fight, and if it hadn't been for the cat in Will's arms, he would have flown at Will with fists and teeth and feet, and Will would have gladly joined battle. There was a current of electric hatred between the two of them that only violence could ground. But the boy was afraid of the growl from behind the children, and they turned to see Lyra standing with her hand on the shoulders of a great spotted leopard whose teeth shone white as he snarled. Even Will, who recognized Pantalaimon, was frightened for a second. Its effect on the children was dramatic: they turned and fled at once. A few seconds later the square was empty.cat."Where you come from?" he said contemptuously."Doesn't matter where we come from. If you're scared of this cat, I'll take her away from you. If she's bad luck to you, she'll be good luck for us. Now get out of the way."For a moment Will thought their hatred would overcome their fear, and he was preparing to put the cat down and fight, but then came a low thunderous

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with perfectly symmetrical close-leafed crowns, more like children's drawings than like real trees. The streetlights made the scene look artificial, like a stage set. Will was stupefied with exhaustion, and he might have gone on to the north, or he might have laid his head on the grass under one of those trees and slept; but as he stood trying to clear his head, he saw a cat.
She was a tabby, in the air in front of her, something quite invisible to Will. Then she leaped backward, back arched and fur on like Moxie. She padded out of a garden on the Oxford side of the road, where Will was standing. Will put down his tote bag and held out his hand, and the cat came up to rub her head against his knuckles, just as Moxie did. Of course, every cat behaved like that, but all the same Will felt such a longing for that tears scalded his eyes.Eventually the cat turned away. This was night, and there was a territory to patrol, there were mice to hunt. She padded across the road and toward the bushes just beyond the hornbeam trees, and there she stopped.Will, still watching, saw the cat behave curiously.She reached out a paw to pat something

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She had told Pantalaimon everything, but it was right that he should have some secrets from her, after the way she'd abandoned him.
And it was comforting to think that she and Will had another thing in common. She wondered whether there would ever come and curled up on her lap. They were safe together in the dark, she and her daemon and their secrets. Somewhere in this sleeping city were the books that would tell her how to read the alethiometer again, and the kindly and learned woman who was going to teach her, and the girls at the school, who knew so much more than she did.
She thought, They don't know it yet, but they're going to be my friends.
Pantalaimon murmured, "That thing that Will said..."
"When?"an hour in her she didn't think of him, didn't speak to him in her head, didn't relive every moment they'd been together, didn't long for his voice and his hands and his love. She had never dreamed of what it would feel like to love someone so much; of all the things that had astonished her in her adventures, that was what astonished her the most. She thought the tenderness it left in her heart was like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish it forever.Pan slipped down to the bench

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think that's what they do. I just don't know. I'll hate it."
"You could escape with the knife, Will! You could come to my world!"
"I still belong there, where I can be with her. When I'm grown up I'll be able to look after her properly, in my own house. No one can interfere then."
"D'you think you'll get married?"
He was quiet for a long time. She knew he was thinking, though.
"I can't see that far ahead," he said. "It would have to be someone who understands about... I don't think there's any' one like that in my . "There they are again. On the left."
"They are following us," said Will, delighted.
"Shh!"
"I thought they would. Okay, we'll just pretend now, we'll just wworld. Would you get married?""Me too," she said. "Not to anyone in my world, I shouldn't think."They walked on steadily, wandering toward the horizon. They had all the time in the world: all the time the world had.After a while Lyra said, "You will keep the knife, won't you? So you could visit my world?""Of course. I certainly wouldn't give it to anyone else, ever.""Don't look...” she said, not altering her paceander along as if we're looking for them, and we'll look in all sorts of stupid places."