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the celluloid world of romantic comedies, shy but decent men get the girl, arguments set up sweet reconciliations, and couples separated by tragedy are always reunited through improbable coincidence. But now love in real life.Last week, researchers at Heriot Watt University's Family and Personal Relationships Laboratory in Edinburgh, which studies best practices in relationship counseling, completed a study of 40 Hollywood romantic comedies released between 1995-2005. They found that problems typically reported by couples in relationship counseling at their counseling center reflect misconceptions about love and romance depicted in Hollywood films."relationship counselors often face common misconceptions in their clients — that if your partner truly loves you they'd know what you need researchers are beginning to ask whether the make-believe world projected in "rom-coms" might actually be preventing true

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did not look back. That was a shame, because Twoflower might have been able to obtain pictures unusual even by discworld standards.
There was movement in the smoking ruins. They seemed to be growing a green carpet. Then an oak tree spiralled up, .
"Impressive, isn't it?" observed a voice by Rincewind's knee as the horse cantered through the haze of decaying timber and falling leaves.
The voice had an eerie metallic ring to it.
Rincewind looked down at Kring the sword. It had a couple of rubies set in the pommel. He got the impression they were watching him.

branching out like an exploding green rocket, and was in the middle of a venerable copse even before the tips of its aged branches had stopped quivering. A beech burst out like a fungus, matured, rotted, and fell in a cloud of tinder dust amid its struggling offspring. Already the temple was a half-buried heap of mossy stones.But Time, having initially gone for the throat, was now setting out to complete the job. The boiling interface between decaying magic and ascendant entropy roared down the hill and overtook the galloping horse, whose riders, being themselves creatures of Time, completely failed to notice it. But it lashed into the enchanted forest with the whip of centuries

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Yes."
Zlorf stared at Twoflower, who grinned at him.
He shrugged. He seldom wasted time wondering why people wanted other people dead. It was just a living. "Who is your client, may I ask?" said Ymor.
Zlorf held up a hand. "Please!" he protested. "Professional etiquette."
"Of course. By the way-"
"Yes?"
"I believe I have a couple of guards outside-"
"Had."
"And some others in the doorway across the street-"
"Formerly."
"I know him," said Ymor. "His name's Rerpf. He runs the Groaning Platter tavern down by Brass Bridge. Stren - remove him."
Rerpf held up a beringed hand. Stren Withel hesitated halfway to the door as several very large "And two bowmen on the roof."A flicker of doubt passed across Zlorf's face, like the last shaft of sunlight over a badly ploughed field. The door flew open, badly damaging the assassin who was standing beside it."Stop doing that!" shrieked Broadman, from under his table.Zlorf and Ymor stared up at the figure on the threshold. It was short, fat and richly dressed. Very richly dressed. There were a number of tall, big shapes looming behind it. Very big, threatening shapes."Who's that?" said Zlorf.trolls ducked under the doorway and stood on either side of the fat man, blinking in the light. Muscles the size of melons bulged in forearms like flour sacks. Each troll held a double-headed axe. Between thumb and forefinger.
Broadman erupted from cover, his face Suffused with rage.
"Out!" he screamed. "Get those trolls out of here!" No-one moved. The room

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now it has me enslaved - so that I must follow this madman willynilly and protect him from harm. It's stronger than you, Bravd. It is, I think, more cunning even than you, Weasel."
"What is it called then, this mighty magic?"
Rincewind shrugged. "in our tongue it is reflected-sound-as-of-underground-spirits. Is there any wine?"
"You must know that I am not without artifice where magic is concerned," said Weasel. "only last year did I- assisted Ankh flowed out of the twin city. Denied its usual egress, the river had burst its banks and was pouring down the fire-ravaged streets. Soon the continent of flame became a series of islands, each one growing smaller as the dark tide rose. approximate order. I do not fear this reflected-sound-of-underground-spirits of which you speak. However," he added, "you engage my interest. Perhaps you would care to tell me more?"Bravd looked at the shape on the road. It was closer now, and clearer in the pre-dawn light. It looked for all the world like a "A box on legs?" he said."I'll tell you about it," said Rincewind. "if there's any wine, that is."Down in the valley there was a roar and a hiss. Someone more thoughtful than the rest had ordered to be shut the big river gates that were at the point where the

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Well, they cut his daemon away," said Lyra, knowing how it would affect them. "And a little bit after we found him, he died. And all the daemons they cut away, they kept them in cages in a square building back there."
"It's true," said Roger. "And Lyra let 'em out during the fire drill."
"Yeah, I seen, where the fight was still continuing, the great length of the airship was not floating freely at the mooring mast any longer; the free end was drooping downward, and beyond it was rising a globe of-
"Lee Scoresby's balloon!" Lyra cried, and clapped her mit-tened hands with delight. "em!" said Billy Costa. "I didn't know what they was at first, but I seen 'em fly away with that goose.""But why do they do it?" demanded one boy. "Why do they cut people's daemons away? That's torture! Why do they do it?""Dust," suggested someone doubtfully.But the boy laughed in scorn. "Dust!" he said. "There en't no such thing! They just made that up! I don't believe in it.""Here," said someone else, "look what's happening to the zeppelin!"They all looked back. Beyond the dazzle of lights

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She was crouching in a narrow metal channel supported in a framework of girders and struts. The panels of the ceilings were slightly translucent, so some light came up from below, and in the faint gleam Lyra could see this narrow ?"
She got her bearings, working out approximately which direction the conference room was in, and then set off. It was a far from easy journey. She had to move on hands and knees, because the space was too low to crouch in, and every so often she had to squeeze under a big square duct or lift herself over some heating pipes. The metal channels she space (only two feet or so in height) extending in all directions around her. It was crowded with metal ducts and pipes, and it would be easy to get lost in, but provided she kept to the metal and avoided putting any weight on the panels, and as long as she made no noise, she should be able to go from one end of the station to the other."It's just like back in Jordan, Pan," she whispered, "looking in the Retiring Room.""If you hadn't done that, none of this would have happened," he whispered back."Then it's up to me to undo it, isn't it

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nowhere. They don't tell us."
"They usually bring more'n one kid at a time...."
"What do they do?" Lyra managed to ask, gathering her doped wits as Pantalaimon stirred into wakefulness with meet some other little girls and boys who got lost in the wilderness just like you. Off you go. We'll have another little talk in the morning."
Lyra stood up, clutching her doll, and Pantalaimon hopped onto her shoulder as the nurse opened the door to lead them she was on the verge of tears.
"With your father? I see. And what's "What is this place?"
"It's called the Experimental Station."
That wasn't an answer, and whereas Lyra would have pointed that out and asked for more information, she didn't think Lizzie Brooks would; so she assented dumbly in the dressing and said no more.
"I want my toy back," she said

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reason the witches are interested in you, Lyra. Our consul told us about your visit this morning. I believe it was Dr. Lanselius who told you about the bear."
"Yes, it was," desires are as strange to us as ours are to them. If this bear is an outcast, he might be less reliable than they are said to be. You must decide for yourselves."
"We will," said John Faa firmly. "But now, sir, can you tell us how to get to Bolvangar from here?"
The goose daemon began to explain. He spoke of valleys and hills, of the tree line and the tundra, of star sightings. Lyra listened awhile, and then lay back in the deck chair with said John Faa. "And she and Farder Coram went theirselves and talked to him. I daresay what Lyra says is true, but if we go breaking the law of these people we'll only get involved in a quarrel with them, and what we ought to be doing is pushing on towards this Bolvangar, bear or no bear.""Ah, but you en't seen him, John," said Farder Coram. "And I do believe Lyra. We could promise on his behalf, maybe. He might make all the difference.""What do you think, sir?" said John Faa to the witch's daemon."We have few dealings with bears. Their

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oughter stayed below" was all he said.
She took the mug into the cabin, where Farder Coram had found a beer glass. He held the tin mug upside down over it and then slipped the card out from between them, so that the creature fell into the glass. He held it up so they could"If you was to crack it open," said Farder Coram, "you'd find no living thing in there. No animal nor insect, at any rate. I seen one of these things afore, and I never thought I'd see one again this far north. Afric things. There's a clockwork see the angry little thing clearly.It was about as long as Lyra's thumb, and dark green, not black. Its wing cases were erect, like a ladybird's about to fly, and the wings inside were beating so furiously that they were only a blur. Its six clawed legs were scrabbling on the smooth glass."What is it?" she said.Pantalaimon, a wildcat still, crouched on the table six inches away, his green eyes following it round and round inside the glass.

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good girl. Goodnight, Lyra."
"Goodnight, Lord Faa. Goodnight, Farder Coram," she said politely, clutching the alethiometer to her breast with one hand and scooping up Pantalaimon with the other.Lyra had to adjust to her new sense of her own story, and that couldn't be done in a day. To see Lord Asriel as her father was one thing, but to accept Mrs. Coulter as her mother was nowhere near so easy. A couple of months ago she would have rejoiced, of course, and she knew that too, and felt confused.But, being Lyra, she didn't fret about it for long, for there was the fen town to explore and many gyptian children to amaze. Before the three days were up she was an expert with a punt (in her eyes, at least) and she'd gathered a gang of urchins about her with tales of her mighty father, so unjustly made captive.
Both old men smiled kindly at her. Outside the door of the parley room Ma Costa was waiting, and as if nothing had happened since Lyra was born, the boat mother gathered her into her great arms and kissed her before bearing her off

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Coherent financial, fiscal and monetary measures are all needed. All three will have direct effects on demand. But, as importantly, they will help reduce uncertainty, lower risk spreads, and get consumers and firms spending again. If policymakers act decisively, private demand will recover sooner rather than later. And, within a . But a sense of history, some basic economics, common sense and just a dash of congenital optimism leave me convinced that this one won't be all bad.
Oh, sure, there will be layoffs like we haven't seen since the Great Depression. And you can expect to see a proliferation of empty storefronts and a heap of broken Businesses.year or less, we can be on the path to recovery. 2008 wasn't just a bad year. It was an awful year. A Johnstown Flood kind of year. The kind that wipes out proud, century-old institutions, decimates entire industries, and leaves everyone decidedly poorer and the world profoundly shaken in its wake.Enough of that. On to 2009.I have no crystal ball

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degree? He wants a daemon! Find a way to give him a daemon, and he'd do anything for you."
The Scholars laughed heartily.
Lyra She woke up with a start when someone shook her shoulder.
"Quiet," said her uncle. The wardrobe door was open, and he was crouched there against the light. "They've all gone, but there are still some servants around. Go to your bedroom now, and take care that you say nothing about this."
"Did they vote to give you the money?" she said sleepily.was following this with puzzlement; what the Palmerian Professor said made no sense at all. Besides, she was impatient to hear more about scalping and the Northern Lights and that mysterious Dust. But she was disappointed, for Lord Asriel had finished showing his relics and pictures, and the talk soon turned into a about whether or not they should give him some money to fit out another expedition. Back and forth the arguments ranged, and Lyra felt her eyes closing. Soon she was fast asleep, with Pantalaimon curled around her neck in his favorite sleeping form as an ermine.

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Will and Lyra got painfully to their feet again and clambered on.
"I been cold plenty of times," Lyra said, to take her mind off the pursuers, "but I en't been this hot, ever. Is it this hot in your world?"
"Not where I where they were; any spring that made its way into the air was soon swallowed again among the rocks.
And so they moved on, toward evening.

The witch who flew back to spy was called Lena Feldt. She flew used to live. Not normally. But the climate's been changing. The summers are hotter than they used to be. They say that people have been interfering with the atmosphere by putting chemicals in it, and the weather's going out of control.""Yeah, well, they have," said Lyra, "and it is. And we're here in the middle of it."He was too hot and thirsty to reply, and they climbed on breathlessly in the throbbing air. Pantalaimon was a cricket now, and sat on Lyra's shoulder, too tired to leap or fly. From time to time the witches would see a spring high up, too high to climb to, and fly up to fill the children's flasks. They would soon have died without water, and there was none

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thought how many tiny chances had conspired to bring them to this place. Each of those chances might have gone a different way. Perhaps in another world, another Will had not seen the window in Sunderland Avenue, and had They traveled on through the day, resting, moving, resting again, as the trees grew thinner and the land more rocky. Lyra checked the alethiometer: Keep going, it said; this is the right direction. At noon they came to a village untroubled by Specters. Goats pastured on the hillside, a grove of lemon trees cast shade on the stony ground, and children playing in the stream called out and ran for their mothers at the sight of the girl in the tattered clothing, and the white-faced, fierce-eyed boy in the bloodstained shirt, and the elegant greyhound that walked beside them.wandered on tired and lost toward the Midlands until he was caught. And in another world another Pantalaimon had persuaded another Lyra not to stay in the retiring room, and another Lord Asriel had been poisoned, and another Roger had survived to play with that Lyra forever on the roofs and in the alleys of another unchanging Oxford.Presently Will was strong enough to go on, and they moved together along the path, with the great forest quiet around them.

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disturbances to the earth's magnetic field, and that must resonate in this world too… But how do you know about that? Carlo, I think you should answer some questions of mine. What is this world? And how did you bring me here?"
"It is one of millions. There are openings between them, but they're not easily found. I know a dozen or so, but the places they open into have shifted, and that must be due to what Asriel's done. It seems that we can now pass directly fromcan go there freely."
"What? I must know about this, Carlo," said the woman, and Will could hear her passionate impatience. "This is at the heart of everything, this difference between children and adults! It contains the whole mystery of Dust! This is why I must find the child. And the witches this world into our own, and probably into many others too. When I looked through one of the doorways earlier today, you can imagine how surprised I was to find it opening into our world, and what's more, to find you nearby. Providence, dear lady! The change meant that I could bring you here directly, without the risk of going through Cittagazze.""Cittagazze? What is that?""Previously, all the doorways opened into one world, which was a sort of crossroads. That is the world of Cittagazze. But it's too dangerous to go there at the moment.""Why is it dangerous?""Dangerous for adults. Children

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good, sir," said the chauffeur.
A minute later the car came to a silent halt outside a public library. The old man held open the door on his side, so that Lyra had to climb past his knees to get out. There was a lot of space, but somehow it was awkward, and she
Will was reading his father's letters again. He sat on the terrace hearing the distant shouts of children diving off the harbor mouth, and read the clear handthe flimsy airmail sheets, trying to picture the man who'd penned it, and looking again and again at the reference to the baby, to himself.
He heard Lyra's running footsteps from some way off. He didn't want to touch him, nice as he was."Don't forget your rucksack," he said, handing it to her."Thank you," she said."I'll see you again, I hope, Lizzie," he said. "Give my regards to your friend.""Good-bye," she said, and lingered on the pavement till the car had turned the corner and gone out of sight before she set off toward the hornbeam trees. She had a feeling about that pale-haired man, and she wanted to ask the alethiometer.

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, and said, "Dear me, child, calm down."
She broke off and rubbed her eyes, which were red with tiredness.
"Why am I listening to you?" she went on. "I must be crazy. The fact is, this is the only place in the world where you'd get the answer you want, and they're about to close us down. What you're talking about, your Dust, sounds like thing that happened today?" Lyra said.
"Oh. Yes. Someone I'd been relying on to back our funding application withdrew his support. I don't suppose it was that unexpected, anyway."
She yawned again.
"I'm going to make said. "If I don't, I'll fall asleep. You'll have some too?"
She filled an electric kettle, and while she spoonesomething we've been investigating for a while now, and what you say about the skulls in the museum gave me a turn, because… oh, no, this is just too much. I'm too tired. I want to listen to you, believe me, but not now, please. Did I say they were going to close us down? I've got a week to put together a proposal to the funding committee, but we haven't got a hope in hell…"She yawned widely."What was the first unexpected d instant two mugs Lyra stared at the Chinese pattern on the back of the door.

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why are you looking for dust?"
She looked at him coldly. "I might tell you sometime," she said.
"All right. But how are you going to look for it?"
"I'm going to find a Scholar who knows about it."
"What, any scholar?"
"No. An experimental theologian," she said. "In my Oxford, they were the ones who knew about it. Stands to reason it'll be the "We call them electric."
"Electric… that's like electrum. That's a kind of stone, a jewel, made out of gum from bees. There's insects in it, sometimes."
"You mean amber," he said, and they both said, "Anbar…" same in your Oxford. I'll go to , because Jordan had the best ones.""I never heard of experimental theology," he said."They know all about elementary particles and fundamental forces," she explained. "And anbaromagnetism, stuff like that. Atomcraft.""What—magnetism?""Anbaromagnetism. Like anbaric. Those lights," she said, pointing up at the ornamental streetlight. "They're anbaric."

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world? I'd like a cup of tea. Come on, let's go and put the kettle on."
Three weeks after the moment Lyra had watched Will's hand closing his world away forever, she found herself seated once more at that dinner table in Jordan college where she had first fallen under the spell of Mrs. Coulter.while Lyra was away, to Jordan college, to England, to the whole world. It seemed that the power of the Church had increased greatly, and that many brutal laws had been passed, but that the power had waned as quickly as it had grown: upheavals in the Magisterium had toppled the zealots and brought more liberal factions into power. The General Oblation Board had been dissolved; the Consistorial Court of Discipline was confused and leaderless.This time it was a smaller party: just herself and the Master and Dame Hannah Relf, the head of St. Sophia's, one of the women's colleges. Dame Hannah had been at that first dinner, too, and if Lyra was surprised to see her here now, she greeted her politely, and found that her memory was at fault: for this Dame Hannah was much cleverer, and more interesting, and kindlier by far than the dim and frumpy person she remembered.All kinds of things had happened

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stirring my hair about, and the Atlantic was being very well-behaved, little quiet waves around our feet...
"And I took the crucifix from around my neck and I threw it in the sea. That was it. All over. Gone.
"So that was how"yes, but not then."
"Was it hard to leave the Church?" said Will.
"In one way it was, because everyone was so disappointed. Everyone, from the Mother Superior to the priests to my parents, they were so upset and reproachful... I felt as if something they all passionately believed in depended on me carrying on with something I didn't.
"But in another way it was easy, because it made sense. For the first time ever I felt I was doing something with all of my nature and not only a part of it. So it was lonely I stopped being a nun," she said."Was that man the same one that found out about the skulls?" Lyra said after a moment."Oh, no. The skull man was Dr. Payne, Oliver Payne. He came along much later. No, the man at the conference was called Alfredo Montale. He was very different.""Did you kiss him?""Well," said Mary, smiling,