Paul Cezanne The Banks of the Marne

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The DRP is being fiercely resisted by slum residents' organizations and human rights activists, who see it an undemocratically conceived and environmentally harmful land-grab scheme (real-estate prices in Mumbai are – the DRP is far from a people-friendly plan. It will potentially evict some 500,000 residents who cannot legally prove that they settled in Dharavi prior to 2000, and may destroy thousands of livelihoods by rendering unviable countless household-centered Businesses. If forced to move into congested high-rises, for example, the slum's potters and papad-makers, large numbers of who are women, will lose the space they need to dry their wares. For the government, however, that the DRP will "rehabilitate" Dharavi by erasing the eyesore and integrating its "problem-population" into modern, middle-class Mumbai.
It is ironic that "Slumdog", for all its righteousness of tone, shares with many comparable to Manhattan's).Though perhaps better than razing the slums with bulldozers -- which is not, incidentally, an unpopular option among the city's rich

Titian Emperor Charles

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mysterious incident in another Eventuality. It is of course the privilege of gods to control their apparent outward form, even to other gods; the Fate of the Discworld was currently a kindly man in late middle age, greying hair brushed neatly around features that a maiden would confidently proffer a glass of small beer to, should they gods.
Fate raised an eyebrow.
"And no cheating, Lady." he said.
"But who could cheat Fate?" she asked. He shrugged.
"No-one. Yet everyone tries."
"And yet, again, I believe I felt you giving me a little assistance against the others?"
"But of course. So that be the sweeter, lady. And now..."
He reached into his gaming box and brought forth a piece, setting appear at her back door. It was a face a kindly youth would gladly help over a stile. Except for his eyes, of course. No deity can disguise the manner and nature of his eyes. The nature of the two eyes of the Fate of the Discworld was this: that while at a mere glance they were simply dark, a closer look would reveal - too late! - that they were but holes opening on to a blackness so remote, so deep that the watcher would feel himself inexorably drawn into the twin pools of infinite night and their terrible, wheeling stars...The lady coughed politely, and laid twenty-one white chips on the table. Then from her robe she took another chip, silvery and translucent and twice the size of the others. The soul of a true Hero always finds a better rate of exchange, and is valued highly by the

Lorenzo Lotto Madonna and Child with Saints

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Lyra Belacqua. What have they locked you up for?"
"Malice and jealousy...Where do you come from? Eh?"
"From.
"What? Oxford?"
"Yes."She moved back.
"I don't know," she said, and then, making it up out of pure habit, "no," she went on. "I remember now. He said he still needed to check some figures. And...He said he was going to write about Dust as well. That's it."
"Scoundrel! Thief! Blackguard! Rogue!" shouted the old man, and he shook so violently that Lyra was afraid he'd have a fit. His daemon slithered lethargically off his lap "Is that scoundrel Trelawney still there? Eh?""The Palmerian Professor? Yes," she said."Is he, by God! Eh? They should have forced his resignation long ago. Duplicitous plagiarist! Coxcomb!"Lyra made a neutral sound."Has he published his paper on gamma-ray photons yet?" the Professor said, thrusting his face up toward Lyra's.

Georges Seurat The Circus

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To experiment? With Dust?"
"Hush! Not so loud..."
"Do you think she'll make an unfavorable report?"
"No, no. I think you dealt with her very well."
"Her attitude worries me...."
"Not philosophical, you mean?"
"Exactly. A personal interest. I don't like to use the word, but it's almost ghoulish."
"That's a bit strong."
"But do you remember the first experiments, when she was so keen to see thefn pulled apart-"
Lyra,was as startled as she was, but with more freedom to move, he was able to thrust a hand into the gap and seize her arm.coutdn't help it: a little cry escaped her, and at the same time she tensed and shivered, and her foot knocked against a stanchion."What was that?""In the ceiling-""Quick!"The sound of chairs being thrown aside, feet running, a table pulled across the floor. Lyra tried to scramble away, but there was so little space, and before she could move more than a few yards the ceiling panel beside her was thrust up suddenly, and she was looking into the startled face of a man. She was close enough to see every hair in his moustache. He
"A child!"
"Don't let her go-"

Paul Gauguin Spirit of the Dead Watching

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next morning, when she awoke in the dormitory, she was curious and ready to deal with whatever the day would bring. she fluttered so wildly that Pantalaimon had to be a cat and leap at her, pinning her down to whisper. Such brisk fights or scuffles between children's daemons were common, luckily, and no one took much notice, but Roger went pale at once. Lyra had never seen anyone so white. He looked up at the blank haughty stare she And eager to see Roger-in particular, eager to see him before he saw her.She didn't have long to wait. The children in their different dormitories were woken at half-past seven by the nurses who looked after them. They washed and dressed and went with the others to the canteen for breakfast.And there was Roger.He was sitting with five other boys at a table just inside the door. The line for the hatch went right past them, and she was able to pretend to drop a handkerchief and crouch to pick it up, bending low next to his chair, so that Pantalaimon could speak to Roger's daemon Salcilia.She was a chaffinch, and

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Well, they'd have to walk," Lyra pointed out, "because you couldn't run a sledge over that ridge. lorek Byrnison can go faster than any man over that sort of country, and I'm light enough so's he won't be slowed down. And I promise, Lord Faa, I promise not to be any longer than I need, and not to give anything away about us, or to get in any is, and when you've found it, you turn right round and come back. lorek Byrnison, we'll be a traveling on by that time, so you'll have to catch us up."
The bear nodded his great head.danger.""You're sure you need to do this? That symbol reader en't playing the fool with you?""It never does, Lord Faa, and I don't think it could."John Faa rubbed his chin."Well, if all comes out right, we'll have a piece more knowledge than we do now. lorek Byrnison," he called, "are you willing to do as this child bids?""I do your bidding, Lord Faa. Tell me to take the child there, and I will.""Very well. You are to take her where she wishes to go and do as she bids. Lyra, I'm a commanding you now, you understand?""Yes, Lord Faa.""You go and search for whatever it

Herbert James Draper Day and the Dawnstar

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two days at sea, Lyra decided that this was her. She had the run of the ship, from the engine room to the bridge, and she was soon on first-name terms with all the crew. Captain Rokeby let her signal to a Hollands frigate by that she could wear around her waist, in case she fell in the sea, she said. With it safely in place she clung to the rail in her oilskins and sou'wester as the stinging spray broke over the bows and surged along the deck. She still felt seasick occasionally, especially when the wind got up and the ship plunged heavily over the crests of the gray-green waves, and then pulling the handle of the steam whistle; the cook suffered her help in mixing plum duff; and only a stern word from John Faa prevented her from climbing the foremast to inspect the horizon from the crow's nest.All the time they were steaming north, and it grew colder daily. The ship's stores were searched for oilskins that could be cut down for her, and Jerry showed her how to sew, an art she learned willingly from him, though she had scorned it at Jordan and avoided instruction from Mrs. Lonsdale. Together they made a waterproof bag for the alethiometer

Unknown Artist Clime The Stone Mill Ice House

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But how does it know what level you're a thinking of when you set the question?" said John Faa.
"Ah, by itself it don't. It only works if the questioner holds the levels in their mind. You got to know all the meanings, Mrs. Coulter, like the Master told you?" said John Faa.
"Yes. But her daemon, right, he used to go in my room. And I'm sure he found it."
"I see. Well, Lyra, I don't know if we'll ever understand the full truth, but this is my guess, as good as I can make it. The Master was given a charge by Lord Asriel to look after you and keep you safe from your mother. And that was what he did, for ten years or more. Then Mrs. Coulter's friends in the Church helped her set up this Oblation Board, for what purpose first, and there must be a thousand or more. Then you got to be able to hold 'em in your mind without fretting at it or pushing for an answer, and just watch while the needle wanders. When it's gone round its full range, you'll know what the answer is. I know how it works because I seen it done once by a wise man in Uppsala, and that's the only time I ever saw one before. Do you know how rare these are?""The Master told me there was only six made," Lyra said."Whatever the number, it en't large.""And you kept this secret from

Paul Cezanne Jas de Bouffan the Pool

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Neither of them could guess. Lyra spent a long time turning the hands to point at one symbol or another (angel, helmet, dolphin; globe, lute, compasses; candle, thunderbolt, horse) and watching the long needle swing on its door.
Mrs. Coulter said, "Lyra, I should put the light out if I were you. You're tired, and we'll be busy tomorrow."
Lyra had thrust the alethiometer swiftly under the blankets.
"All right, Mrs. Coulter," she said.never-ceasing errant way, and although she understood nothing, she was intrigued and delighted by the complexity and the detail. Pantalaimon became a mouse to get closer to it, and rested his tiny paws on the edge, his button eyes bright black with curiosity as he watched the needle swing."What do you think the Master meant about Uncle Asriel?" she said."Perhaps we've got to keep it safe and give it to him.""But the Master was going to poison him! Perhaps it's the opposite. Perhaps he was going to say don't give it to him.""No," Pantalaimon said, "it was her we had to keep it safe from-"There was a soft knock on the

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Soon those few who did want to send a message to what-ever Home they had were sitting around the beautiful lady as she wrote a few lines at their dictation and, having let them scratch a clumsy X at the foot of the page, folded it and saw them in the care of the bold captain on board a steam launch at the jetty. The sky was dark now, the river a mass of bobbing lights. The lady stood on the jetty and waved till she could see their faces no more.into a scented envelope and wrote the address they told her. Tony would have liked to send something to his mother, but he had a realistic idea of her ability to read it. He plucked at the lady's fox-fur sleeve and whispered that he'd like her to tell his mum where he was going, and all, and she bent her gracious head close enough to his malodorous little body to hear, and stroked his head and promised to pass the message on.Then the children clustered around to say goodbye. The golden monkey stroked all their daemons, and they all touched the fox fur for luck, or as if they were drawing some strength or hope or goodness out of the lady, and she bade them all farewell

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there were grains of wisdom in every stream of it. No doubt there was much more wisdom that I failed to recognize., Mr. Scoresby, but we cling to it all the same."
"And this journey we're on? Is that folly or wisdom?"
"The greatest of the horizon, he felt a little check at his heart. Hester felt it too, and flicked up her ears, and turned her head so that one gold-hazel eye rested on his face. He picked her up, tucked her in the breast of his coat, and opened the telescope wisdom I know.""Tell me again what your purpose is. You're going to find the bearer of this subtle knife, and what then?""Tell him what his task is.""And that's a task that includes protecting Lyra," the aeronaut reminded him."It will protect all of us."They flew on, and soon the city was out of sight behind them.Lee checked his instruments. The compass was still gyrating loosely, but the altimeter was functioning accurately, as far as he could judge, and showed them to be floating about a thousand feet above the seashore and parallel with it. Some way ahead a line of high green hills rose into the haze, and Lee was glad he'd provided plenty of ballast.But when he made his regular scan

Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field 1889

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think those kids'll do now?"
"They won't be following us. They were too frightened of the witches. Maybe they'll just go back to drifting about."
"Yeah, probably. They might want to use the knife, though. They might come after us for that."
"Let themLyra waited and sat still, and presently he went on. "It was when my mother was having one of her bad times. She and me, we lived on our own, see, because obviously my father wasn't there. And every so often she'd start . They're not having it, not now. I didn't want it at first. But if it can kill the Specters…""I never trusted Angelica, not from the beginning," Lyra said virtuously."Yes, you did," he said."Yeah. I did, really… I hated it in the end, that city.""I thought it was heaven when I first found it. I couldn't imagine anything better than that. And all the time it was full of Specters, and we never knew…""Well, I won't trust kids again," said Lyra. "I thought back at Bolvangar that whatever grownups did, however bad it was, kids were different. They wouldn't do cruel things like that. But I en't sure now. I never seen kids like that before, and that's a fact.""I have," said Will."When? In your world?""Yeah," he said, awkwardly.

Paul Klee Senecio

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creator intended, it can transform a wavering performance into something technically flawless. "Right now, if you listen to pop, everything is in perfect pitch, perfect time and perfect tune," says producer Rick Rubin. "That's how ubiquitous Auto-Tune is."
Auto-Tune'swith autocorrelation for a few months, Auto-Tune was born in late 1996.
Almost immediately, studio engineers adopted it as a trade secret to fix flubbed notes, saving them the expense and hassle of having to redo sessions. The first time common ears heard Auto-Tune was on the immensely irritating 1998 Cher hit "Believe." In the first verse, when Cher sings "I can't break through" as though inventor is a man named Andy Hildebrand, who worked for years interpreting seismic data for the oil industry. Using a mathematical formula called autocorrelation, Hildebrand would send sound waves into the ground and record their reflections, providing an accurate map of potential drill sites. It's a technique that saves oil companies lots of money and allowed Hildebrand to retire at 40. He was debating the next chapter of his at a dinner party when a guest challenged him to invent a box that would allow her to sing in tune. After he tinkered

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from somewhere sprinkled on the lead and on his own shoes. The man was pulling himself up—
"Look out!" shouted Lyra, but Will was ready.
At the and saw Will standing above him holding the knife; he stared with a sickly anger and then turned and fled.
"Ah," said Will, sitting down. "Ah."
Something was badly wrong, and he hadn't noticed it. He dropped the knife and hugged his left hand to himself. The tangle of rope was sodden with blood, and when he pulled it away—
"Your fingers!" Lyra breathed. "Oh, Will—"moment when the man was off balance, he threw himself at him, crashing as hard as he could into the man's midriff. The man fell backward into the glass, which shattered at once, and the flimsy wooden frame went too. He sprawled among the wreckage half over the stairwell, and grabbed the doorframe, but it had nothing to support it anymore, and it gave way. He fell downward, and more glass fell all around him.And Will darted back to the gutter, and picked up the knife, and the fight was over. The young man, cut and battered, clambered up the step,

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see, and then pausing for several seconds while the slender needle whipped around the dial, flicking to a stop here and there, and then turning the hands to new positions just as quickly. Will looked around carefully, but there was no one near to see; a group of tourists looked up at the domed building, an ice-cream vendor wheeled his said. "See, the alethiometer's like a person, almost. I sort of know when it's going to be cross or when there's things it doesn't want me to know. I kind of feel it. But when you come out of nowhere yesterday, I had to ask it who you were, or I might not have been safe. I had to. And it said…" She lowered her voice even more. "It said you was a murderer, and I thought, 'Good, that's all right, he's someone I can trust.' But I didn't ask more than that till just now, and if you don't want me tcart along the pavement, but their attention was elsewhere.Lyra blinked and sighed, as if she were waking after a sleep."Your mother's ill," she said quietly. "But she's safe. There's this lady looking after her. And you took some letters and ran away. And there was a man, I think he was a thief, and you killed him. And you're looking for your father, and—""All right, shut up," said Will. "That's enough. You've got no right to look into ever do that again. That's just spying.""I know when to stop asking," she o ask anymore, I promise I won't

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that she talked about his father. So Will supposed that this was what the men were after, and knew he had to do something about it.
He decided first to find somewhere safe for his mother to stay. He thought and thought, but he had no friends to ask, and the neighbors he killed.

Later that day, toward midnight in fact, Will was walking out of his mother was safely there, he was going to find the green leather case and look at what was in it, and then he was going to go to Oxford, where he'd find the answer to some of his questions. But the men came too soon.And now he'd killed one of them.So the police would be after were already suspicious, and the only person he thought he could trust was Mrs. Cooper. Oncehim too.Well, he was good at not being noticed. He'd have to not be noticed harder than he'd ever done in before, and keep it up as long as he could, till either he found his father or they found him. And if they found him first, he didn't care how many more of them

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chimed, once each, this one high, that one low, some close by, others farther off, one cracked and peevish, another grave and sonorous, but agreeing in all their different voices on what the time was, even if some of them got to it a little more slowly than others. In that other Oxford where she and Will had kissed good-bye, the bells would be chiming, too, and a nightingale would be singing, and a little breeze would be stirring the leaves in the Botanic garden.
"And then what?" said her daemon sleepily. "Build what?"
"The Republic of Heaven," said Lyra.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 branches so far from her, but they had to be careful not to do it when anyone was looking; their painfully acquired witch power of separating had to stay a secret. Once she would have reveled in showing it off to all her urchin friends, and making them goggle with fear, but Will had taught her the value

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shady soon..."
There was a valley leading down on the other side, and it was thick with bushes, so they guessed there might be a stream as well. They traversed the slope of the ridge till it dipped into the head of the valley, and there, sure enough, among . "There's no more water coming into it from anywhere else, but there's so much more of it here than up there."
Will, watching the shadows out of the corner of his eye, saw them slip ahead, leaping over the ferns to disappear into the bushes farther down. He pointed silently.
"It just goes slower," he said. "It doesn't flow as fast as the spring comes out, so it gathers in these pools... They've gone in there," he whispered, indicating a little group of trees at the foot of the slope.ferns and reeds, a spring bubbled out of the rock.They dipped their hot faces in the water and swallowed gratefully, and then they followed the stream downward, seeing it gather in miniature whirlpools and pour over tiny ledges of stone, and all the time get fuller and wider."How does it do that?" Lyra marveled