"'Lyra, if you behave in this coarse and vulgar way, we shall have a confrontation, which I shall win'"--The Golden Compass
"Lyra's knowledge had great gaps in it, like a map of the world largely eaten by mice"--ibid.
Dreamed of letting a plastic frame for leaving dripping dishes over the sink touch a hot stove element and partially melt away; trying to address a direct-mail envelope on the last night of a political campaign.
Went to the Geneva Institute and handed that opera ticket on to Stephanie.
Mother found our old Classics Illustrated comics down in the basement! I got around to reading the comic of Ouida's French Foreign Legion novel Under Two Flags (actually one of the ones I bought the other week).
Dinner was the rest of the lasagna.
Moira got back from Paris. (It was a short trip.)
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