Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and Grapes

Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and GrapesLaurie Maitland Symphony in Red and Khaki IIWilliam Bouguereau Youth
We could look at the alethiometer," Pantalaimon said at one point when they'd dawdled on the path to see how close they could get to a browsing fawn before it saw them. "We never promised not to. And we could find out all kinds of things for him. We'd be doing it for him, not for us."
"Don't be stupid," Lyra said. "It would be us we'd be doing it for, 'cause he'd never ask. You're just greedy and nosy, Pan.""You're sulking because I won't do what you want.""That makes a change. It's normally you who's greedy and nosy, and me who has to warn you not to do things. Like in the retiring room at Jordan. I never wanted to go in there.""If we hadn't, Pan, d'you think all this would have happened?""No. 'Cause the Master would have poisoned Lord Asriel, and that would've been the end of it.""Yeah, I suppose… Who d'you think Will's father is, though? And why's he important?""That's what I mean! We could find out in a moment!"And she looked wistful. "I might have done once," she said, "but I'm changing, I think, Pan.""No you're not.""You might not be… Hey, Pan, when I change, you'll stop changing. What're you going to be?""A flea, I hope.""No, but don't you get any feelings about what you might be?""No. I don't want to, either."