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academic subjects while reducing class time in peripheral subjects, like and physical education. In fact, only 6 percent of American high schools offer a daily gym class. Yet a 2002 Virginia Tech study showed no reduced class time in those subjects and higher overall standardized tests.
In his latest book, "Spark: The Revolutionary of Exercise and the Brain" (2008, Little, Brown), John Ratey, a Harvard clinical regular exercise is in improving the function and performance of the brain." Ratey writes. "Exercise stimulates our gray matter to produce Miracle-Gro for the brain." That "Miracle-Gro" is a brain chemical called brain-derived neurotropic factor, or BDNF. When we exercise, our working muscles send chemicals into our bloodstream, including a protein known as IGF-1.
Once in the brain, IGF-1 orders the production of more BDNF. The additional BDNF helps new neurons and their connections grow. In addition, levels of other neurotransmitters are increased after a strenuous exercise session.associate professor of psychiatry, argues for more physical fitness for students as a cure for not only their obesity but also their academic performance."I cannot underestimate how important

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the moorland rimwards of the wood they watched the battle between the trees and Time, which could only have one ending. It was a sort of cabaret to the main Business of the halt, which Was the consumption of quite a lot of a bear which had incautiously come within bowshot of Hrun.
Rincewind grating voice beside him. It was no use.
"-and then I belonged to the Pasha of Re'durat and played a prominent part in the battle of the Great Nef, which is where I received the slight nick you may have noticed some two-thirds of the way up my blade," Kring was saying from its temporary a tussock. "Some infidel was wearing an octiron collar, most unsporting, and of course I was a lot sharper in those days and my master used to use me to cut silk handkerchiefs in mid-air and - am I boring you?"watched Hrun over the top of his slab of greasy meat. Hrun going about the Business of being a hero, he realised, was quite different to the wine-bibbing, carousing Hrun who occasionally came to Ankh-Morpork. He was cat-cautious, lithe as a panther, and thoroughly at Home.And I've survived Bel-Shamharoth, Rincewind reminded himself. Fantastic.Twoflower was helping the hero sort through the treasure stolen from the temple. It was mostly silver set with unpleasant purple stones. Representations of spiders, octopi and the tree-dwelling octarsier of the hubland wastes figured largely in the heap.Rincewind tried to shut his ears to the

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the most important - indeed, the only - part. Thus Zlorf's broad, honest face was a welter of scar tissue, the result of many a close encounter. It probably hadn't been all that good-looking in any case- it was said that Zlorf had chosen a profession in which dark hoods, cloaks and nocturnal prowlings figured largely because there was a day-fearing trollish streak in his parentage. People who said this in earshot of Zlorf tended to carry their hats.
He strolled down the stairs, followed by a number of assassins. When he was directly in front of Ymor he said: "I've down from the darkness among the rafters.
"One step more and you'll leave here with fewer eyeballs than you came with," said the thiefmaster. "So sit down and have a drink, Zlorf, and let's talk about this sensibly. I thought we had an agreement. You don't rob- I don't kill. Not for payment, that is," he added after a pause.
Zlorf took the proffered beer.
"So?" he said. "I’ll kill him. Then you rob him. Is he that funny looking one over come for the tourist.""Is it any of YourYes. Gringo, Urmond - take him."Two of the assassins stepped forward. Then Stren was in front of them, his sword appearing to materialise an inch from their throats without having to pass through the intervening air."Possibly I could only kill one of you," he murmured, "but I suggest you ask yourselves which one?""Look up, Zlorf," said Ymor.A row of yellow, baleful eyes looked

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half an hour ago."
"That was the oil bond store going up," said Rincewind, wincing at the memory of the burning rain.
Weasel turned and grinned expectantly at his companion, who grunted and handed over a coin from his pouch. Then there was a scream from the roadway, cut off abruptly. Rincewind did not look up from his chicken.
"One of the things he can't do, he can't ride a horse," he said. Then he stiffened as if sandbagged by a sudden recollection, "No-oo. But magic of a kind, I think. Not the usual sort. I mean, it can turn gold into copper while at the same time it is still gold, it makes men rich by destroying their possessions, it allows the weak to walk fearlessly among thieves, it passes through the strongest doors to leach the most protected treasuriesgave a small yelp of terror and dashed into the gloom. When he returned, the being called Twoflower was hanging limply over his shoulder. It was small and skinny, and dressed very oddly in a pair of knee length britches and a shirt in such a violent and vivid conflict of colours that Weasel's fastidious eye was offended even in the half-light."No bones broken, by the feel of things," said Rincewind. He was breathing heavily. Bravd winked at the Weasel and went to investigate the shape that they assumed was a pack animal."You'd be wise to forget it," said the wizard, without looking up from his examination of the unconscious Twoflower. "Believe me. A power protects it.""A spell?" said Weasel, squatting down.

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Don't matter. They'll take you anyway."
"Where?" someone said querulously.
"Home," said Lyra. "That's what I come here for, to rescue you, and I brung the gyptians again. We just got to go on a bit further and then we'll find 'em. The bear was with 'em, so they can't be far off."
"D'you see do back there?"
"Yeah," Lyra said. "I never thought I'd ever see anyone without their daemon. But on the way here, we found this boy on his own without any daemon. He kept asking for her, where she was, would she ever find him. He was called Tony Makarios."
"I know him!" said someone, and others joined in: "Yeah, they took him away that bear!" one boy was saying. "When he slashed open that daemon-the man died as if someone whipped his heart out, just like that!""I never knew daemons could be killed," someone else said.They were all talking now; the excitement and relief had loosened everyone's tongue. As long as they kept moving, it didn't matter if they talked."Is that true," said a girl, "about what they

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I came with you-"
"More likely to get caught," said Lyra.
Their two daemons were staring at each other, Pantalaimon as a wildcat, Annie's Kyrillion as a fox. They were quivering. Pantalaimon uttered the lowest, softest hiss and bared his teeth, and Kyrillion turned aside and began to groomLyra listened at the door to make sure no one was coming, jumped up on the locker, pushed up the panel, and hauled herself through.
"Just don't say anything," she whispered down to the three faces watching.
Then she dropped the panel gently back into place and looked around. himself unconcernedly."All right then," said Annie, resigned.It was quite common for struggles between children to be settled by their daemons in this way, with one accepting the dominance of the other. Their humans accepted the outcome without resentment, on the whole, so Lyra knew that Annie would do as she asked.They all contributed items of clothing to bulk out Lyra's bed and make it look as if she was still there, and swore to say they knew nothing about it. Then

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Lyra was gradually coming more and more awake. The other girls' daemons, apart from the rabbit, were close by listening at the door, and no one spoke above a whisper. Lyra asked their names. The red-haired girl was Annie,to be kids disappearing."
"She likes watching the kids, when they take us away, she likes seeing what they do to us. This boy Simon, he reckons they kill us, and Mrs. Coulter watches."
"They kill us?" said Lyra, shuddering. the dark plump one Bella, the thin one Martha. They didn't know the names of the boys, because the two sexes were kept apart for most of the time. They weren't treated badly."It's all right here," said Bella. "There's not much to do, except they give us tests and make us do exercises and then they measure us and take our temperature and stuff. It's just boring really.""Except when Mrs. Coulter comes," said Annie.Lyra had to stop herself crying out, and Pantalaimon fluttered his wings so sharply that the other girls noticed."He's nervous," said Lyra, soothing him. "They must've gave us some sleeping pills, like you said, 'cause we're all dozy. Who's Mrs. Coulter?""She's the one who trapped us, most of us, anyway," said Martha. "They all talk about her, the other kids. When she comes, you know there's going

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smoke-filled cafe facing the water, eating spice cakes and drinking strong sweet Coffee at the long wooden tables under the fizz and crackle of some ancient anbaric lights.
"Where's Lord with surprise. He was a tall, lean man with a thin black moustache and narrow blue eyes, and a perpetual expression of distant and sardonic amusement. She felt strongly about him at once, but she wasn't sure whether it was liking she felt, or dislike. His daemon was a shabby hare as thin and tough-looking as he was.
He held out his hand and she shook it warily.
"Lee Scoresby," he said.Faa?" she said, sitting down with Tony Costa and his friends. "And Farder Coram? Are they getting the bear's armor for him?""They're a talking to the sysselman. That's their word for governor. You seen this bear, then, Lyra?""Yeah!" she said, and explained all about him. As she talked, someone else pulled a chair up and joined the group at the table."So you've spoken to old lorek?" he said.She looked at the newcomer

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stands for air because they don't eat nor drink, they just live on air."
"And the elephant-"
"Africa," he anything. We shall just have to keep him shut up tight in a box and never let him out. What worries me more is the other one, as got away. He'll be a flying back to Mrs. Coulter now, with the news that he's seen you. Damn me, Lyra, but I'm a fool."
He rattled about in a cupboard and found a smokeleaf tin about three inches in diameter. It had been used for holding screws, but he tipped those out and wiped the inside with a rag before inverting the glass over it with the card still in place over the mouth.
After a tricky moment when one of the creature's legs escaped said, and "Aha."They looked at each other. With every revelation of the alethiometer's power, they became more awed by it."It was telling us about these things all the time," said Lyra. "We oughter listened. But what can we do about this un, Farder Coram? Can we kill it or something?""I don't know as we can do

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make; whatever he chooses will do harm, but maybe if he does the right thing, a little less harm will come about than me to keep it away from Lord Asriel too."
"Or even the opposite," said John Faa.
"What d'you mean, John?" said Farder Coram.
"He might have had it in mind to ask Lyra to return it to Lord Asriel, as a kind of recompense for trying to poison him. He might have thought the danger from if he chooses wrong. God preserve me from having to make that sort of choice."And when it come to the point where he had to let you go, he gave you the symbol reader and bade you keep it safe. I wonder what he had in mind for you to do with it; as you couldn't read it, I'm foxed as to what he was a thinking.""He said Uncle Asriel presented the alethiometer before," Lyra said, struggling to remember. "He was going to say something else, and then someone knocked at the door and he had to stop. What I thought was, he might have wanted

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This one's a bit trickier, since real-estate prices are "sticky" on the downside. Homeowners don't like to admit that the a bad investment.
But here's the thing: Fixed-rate mortgages are already at historic lows, and the government is going to use every tool in its bag to get them lower over the course of the year. So if you find a piece of property you want, if the seller is willing to recognize how far the market has truly fallen, and if you have good credit -- three big ifs -- you can benefit from a once-in-a-lifetime double bonus of low prices value of their pride and joy has fallen by 30%. So they'll put their house on the market at an inflated price and hope some fool will bite.I was at a Vermont ski resort last month and noticed this oddity: Brand-new condominiums were selling at a price considerably below those of second-hand condos of roughly equal size and location. The reason? I assume it's because the resort owners have a better sense of the market's real value than the average person, still desperate to recoup

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After a short silence he spoke again.
"My eyes are not very clear, and the ice is dirty, but it seems to me that there is a hole in the top of the skull. Am I right?"
"You are."
"Trepanning?"
"Exactly."
That caused a murmur of excitement. The Master moved out of the way and Lyra could see again. The old Sub-Rectorfurther than anyone imagined!"
"Did I hear you say you found it near Svalbard?" said the Dean.
"That's right."
"Are we to understand that the panserbj0rne had anything to do with this?"
Lyra didn't recognize that word, but clearly the Scholars did., in the circle of light thrown by the lantern, was holding a heavy block of ice up close to his eyes, and Lyra could see the object inside it: a bloody lump barely recognizable as a human head. Pantalaimon fluttered around Lyra, his distress affecting her."Hush," she whispered. "Listen.""Dr. Grumman was once a Scholar of this said the Dean hotly."To fall into the hands of the Tartars-" "But that far north?""They must have penetrated
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red rocks. They stopped there to drink and refill their flasks, and to soak their aching feet in the icy water. They stayed a few minutes and moved on, and soon afterward, when the sun was at its highest and hottest, Serafina Pekkala darted down to speak to them. She was agitated.
"I must leave by the sun and pale under the burning.
"Will," she said, "d'you know why you have to find your father?"
"It's what I've always known. My mother said I'd take up my father's mantle. That's all I know."
"What does that mean, taking up his mantle? What's a mantle?"
"A task, I suppose. Whatever he's been doing, I've got to carry on. It makes as much sense as anything else." you for a while," she said. "Lee Scoresby needs me. I don't know why. But he wouldn't call if he didn't need my help. Keep going, and I'll find you.""Mr. Scoresby?" said Lyra, excited and anxious. "But where—"But Serafina was gone, speeding out of sight before Lyra could finish the question. Lyra reached automatically for the alethiometer to ask what had happened to Lee Scoresby, but she let her hand drop, because she'd promised to do no more than guide Will.She looked across to him. He was sitting nearby, his hand held loosely on his knee and still slowly dripping blood, his face scorched

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throbbing.
And what was worse, it had begun to bleed again.
When Serafina looked at it, she put more herbs on the wound, and tied the silk tighter than ever, but this time her face was troubled. He didn't want to question her, for what would be the point? It was plain to him that the spell hadn't worked, and he could see she knew it too.
As darkness fell, fighter she ever saw, as brave as Iorek Byrnison."
"I suppose I better try not to seem frightened, then," Will said. He was quiet for a minute or so, and then he said, "I think Lyra's braver than me. I think she's the best friend I ever had."
"She thinks that about you as well," whispered the daemon.
Presently Will closed his eyes.he heard Lyra come to lie down close by, and presently he heard a soft purring. Her daemon, cat-formed, was dozing with folded paws only a foot or two away from him, and Will whispered, "Pantalaimon?"The daemon's eyes opened. Lyra didn't stir. Pantalaimon whispered, "Yes?""Pan, am I going to die?""The witches won't let you die. Nor will Lyra.""But the spell didn't work. I keep losing blood. I can't have much left to lose. And it's bleeding again, and it won't stop. I'm frightened…""Lyra doesn't think you are.""Doesn't she?""She thinks you're the bravest

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remind you that she's my daughter."
"Then she is even more repellent, because she must have resisted your charming influence on purpose. No one could do it by accident."
"Where is she?"
"I'll tell you, I promise. But you must tell me something first."
"If I can,"well, I'll tell you. Lord Asriel is gathering an army, with the purpose of completing the war that was fought in heaven eons ago."
"How medieval. However, he seems to have some very modern powers. What has he done to the magnetic pole?"
"He found a way of blasting open the barrier between our world and others she said, in a different tone that Will thought might be a warning. Her voice was intoxicating: soothing, and young, too. He longed to know what she looked like, because Lyra had never described her, and the face that went with this voice must be remarkable. "What do you want to know?""What is Asriel up to?"There was a silence then, as if the woman were calculating what to say. Will looked back through the window at Lyra, and saw her face, moonlit and wide-eyed with fear, biting her lip to keep silent and straining to hear, as he was.Finally Mrs. Coulter said, "Very

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almost at once Lyra was there, wild-eyed, with Pantalaimon a snarling savage wildcat, too distraught to hide. She who seldom cried was sobbing with rage; her chest was heaving, her teeth were grinding, and she flung herself at himnothing but a low thief. He stole it, Will! He stole my alethiometer! That stinky old man with his rich clothes and his servant driving the car. Oh, I done such wrong things this morning—oh, I—"
And she sobbed so passionately he thought that hearts really did break, and hers was breaking now, for she fell to the ground wailing and shuddering, and Pantalaimon beside her became a wolf and howled with bitter Far off across the water, children stopped what they were doing and shaded their eyes to see. Will sat down beside Lyra and shook her shoulder., clutching his arms, and cried, "Kill him! Kill him! I want him dead! I wish Iorek was here! Oh, Will, I done wrong, I'm so sorry—""What? What's the matter?""That old man—he en't

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What's that?" she said.
"It's Chinese. The symbols of the I Ching. D'you know what that is? Do they have that in your world?"
Lyra looked at her narrow-eyed, in case she was being sarcastic. She said: "There are some things the same and some that are not fly apart, there needs to be a lot more of it—to make gravity work, you see. But no one can detect it. So there are lots of different research projects trying to find out what it is, and this is one of them."
Lyra was all focused attention. At last the woman was talking seriously.different, that's all. I don't know everything about my world. Maybe they got this Ching thing there too.""I'm sorry," said Dr. Malone. "Yes, maybe they have.""What's dark matter?" said Lyra. "That's what it says on the sign, isn't it?"Dr. Malone sat down again, and hooked another chair out with her ankle for Lyra.She said, "Dark matter is what my research team is looking for. No one knows what it is. There's more stuff out there in the universe than we can see, that's the point. We can see the stars and the galaxies and the things that shine, but for it all to hang together and

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Grumman, and had begged Lord Asriel to open the flask again and let her look, and yet in her dream she was so terrified.
When morning came, she asked the alethiometer what the dream meant, but all it said was, It was a dream about a head.
She thought of waking the strange boy, but he was so deeply asleep that she decided not to. Instead, she went down to the kitchen and tried to make an omelette, and twenty minutes later she sat down at a table on the pavement and flakes into a bowl and pour milk on them—something else she'd never seen before.
He carried the bowl outside and said, "If you don't come from this world, where's your world? How did you get here?"
"Over a bridge. My father made this bridge, andate the blackened, gritty thing with great pride while the sparrow Pantalaimon pecked at the bits of shell.She heard a sound behind her, and there was Will, heavy-eyed with sleep."I can make omelette," she said. "I'll make you some if you like."He looked at her plate and said, "No, I'll have some cereal. There's still some milk in the fridge that's all right. They can't have been gone very long, the people who lived here."She watched him shake corn

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amusement passed between them.
"What's that?" said Dame Hannah.
"You have to promise to believe me," Lyra said seriously. "I know I haven't always told the truth, and I could only survive in some places by telling lies and making up stories. So I know that's what I've been like, and I know you know it, but mysaid, "almost, almost more than anything else? I wish I hadn't lost the way of reading the alethiometer. Oh, it was so strange, Master, how it came in the first place and then just left! One day I knew it so well, I could move up and down the symbol meanings and step from one to another and make all the connections, it was like..." She smiled, and went on, "Well, I was like a monkey in the trees, it was so quick. Then suddenly, nothing. None of it made sense; I couldn't even remember anything except just basic meanings, like the anchor means hope and the skull means death. All those thousands true story's too important for me to tell if you're only going to believe half of it. So I promise to tell the truth, if you promise to believe it.""Well, I promise," said Dame Hannah.The Master said, "And so do I.""But you know the thing I wish," Lyra

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think I have to," Mary said, trying to he accurate.
"When you stopped believing in God," he went on, "did you stop believing in good and evil?"
"No. But I stopped believing there was a power of good and a power of evil that were outside us. And I came to believe that good and evil are names for what people do, not for what they are. All we can say is that this is a good deed, because it helps someone, or that's an evil one, because it hurts them. People are too complicated to have simple labels."
"Yes," said Lyra called with a long, melancholy series of falling tones. Embers settled in the fire; the grass was stirring faintly with the night breeze. Atal seemed to be dozing like a cat, her wheels flat on the grass beside her, her legs folded under her body, eyes half-closed, attention half-there and half-elsewhere. Will was lying on his back, eyes open to the stars.
As for Lyra, she hadn't moved a muscle since that strange thing had happenefirmly."Did you miss God?" asked Will."Yes," Mary said, "terribly. And I still do. And what I miss most is the sense of being connected to the whole of the universe. I used to feel I was connected to God like that, and because he was there, I was connected to the whole of his creation. But if he's not there, then..."Far out on the marshes, a bird d, and she held the memory of the sensation inside her. She didn't know what it was, or what it meant,