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Indeed, if anything, Boyle's magical tale, with its unconvincing one-dimensional characters and absurd plot devices, the heart of Mumbai. The film's depiction of the legendary Dharavi, to some one million people, is that of a feral wasteland, with little evidence of order, community or compassion. Other than the children, the "slumdogs," no-one is even remotely well-intentioned. Hustlers, thieves, and petty warlords run amok, and even Jamal's schoolteacher, a thin, bespectacled man who introduces him to the Three Musketeers, is inexplicably callous. This is a placgreatly understates the depth of suffering among India's poor. It is near-impossible, for example, that Jamal would emerge from his ravaged a dewy complexion and an upper-class accent. But the real problem with "Slumdog" is neither its characterization of India as just another Third World country, nor, within this, its shallow and largely impressionistic portrayal of poverty.The film's real problem is that it grossly minimizes the capabilities and even the basic humanity of those it so piously claims to speak for. It is no secret that much of "Slumdog" is meant to , the 213-hectare spread of slums at e of evil and decay; of a raw, chaotic tribalism.

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that or the wolves. Twoflower nodded decisively.
It is interesting to note that, several hours later, a couple of wolves who were following Twoflower's scent arrived in which a number of irate wolves were milling about. His instructors at Unseen University, who had despaired of Rincewind's inability to master levitation, would have then been amazed at the speed with which he reached and climbed the nearest tree, without apparently touching it.
Now there was just the matter of the snake.
It was large and green, and wound itself along the branch with reptilian patience. Rincewind wondered if it was poisonous, then chided himself for asking such a silly question. Of coin the glade. Their green eyes fell on the strange eight-legged carving - which may indeed have been a spider, or an octopus, or may yet again have been something altogether more strange - and they immediately decided that they weren't so hungry, at that.About three miles away a failed wizard was hanging by his hands from a high branch in a beech tree.This was the end result of five minutes of crowded activity. First, an enraged she-bear had barged through the undergrowth and taken the throat out of his horse with one swipe of her paw. Then, as Rincewind had fled the carnage, he had run into a glade urse it would be poisonous.

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We're lost, Pan!" she said. "Did you see those cliff-ghasts? And Mr. Scoresby shooting 'em? God help us if they come down here...."
"We better try and find the basket," he said, "maybe."
"We better not there still came the shrieking of the cliff-ghasts, though that seemed to be abating a little. She could see no more than two or three yards in the murk, and even Pantalaimon's owl eyes were helpless.
She made her way painfully, slipping and sliding on the rough rocks, away from the waves and up the beach a little, and found nothing but rock and snow, and no sign of call out," she said. "I did just now, but maybe I better not in case they hear us. I wish I knew where we were.""We might not like it if we did," he pointed out. "We might be at the bottom of a cliff with no way up, and the cliff-ghasts at the top to see us when the fog clears."She felt around, once she had rested a few more minutes, and found that she had landed in a gap between two ice-covered rocks. Freezing fog covered everything; to one side there was the crash of waves about fifty yards off, by the sound of it, and from high above

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won't remember who she is, what she saw, what she heard....Come on."
Lyra couldn't speak. She could hardly breathe. She had to let herself be carried through the station, along white fear she felt was almost a physical pain; it was a physical pain, as they pulled her and Pantalaimon over toward a large cage of pale silver mesh, above which a great pale silver blade hung poised to separate them forever and ever.
She found a voice at last, and screamed. The sound echoed loudly off the shiny surfaces, but the heavy door had hissed shut; she could scream and scream forever, and not a sound would escape.empty corridors, past rooms humming with anbaric power, past the dormitories where children slept with their dasmons on the pillow beside them, sharing their dreams; and every second of the way she watched Pantalaimon, and he reached for her, and their eyes never left each other.Then a door which opened by means of a large wheel; a hiss of air; and a brilliantly lit chamber with dazzling white tiles and stainless steel. The

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you die."
"Well, how come they do it over and over with different kids?" said someone. "They'd only need to do it once, wouldn't they?"
"I know what they do," said the first girl.
She had and then the nurse came in, the one with the soft voice. And she says, Come on, Tony, I know you're there, come on, we won't hurt you....And he says, What's going to happen? And she says, We just put you to sleep, and then we do a little operation, and then you wake up safe and sound. But Tony didn't believe her. He says-"
"The holes!" said someone. "They make a hole in your head like the Tartars! I bet!"
"Shut up! What else did the nurse say?" someone else put in. By this time, a everyone's attention now. But because they didn't want to let the staff know what they were talking about, they had to adopt a strange, half-careless, indifferent manner, while listening with passionate curiosity."How?" said someone." 'Cause I was with him when they came for him. We was in the linen room," she said.She was blushing hotly. If she was expecting jeers and teasing, they didn't come. All the children were subdued, and no one even smiled.The girl went on: "We was keeping quiet

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Look up," he said.
Lyra raised her eyes and had to wipe them with the inside of her wrist, for she was so cold that tears were blurring themdoing?"
"Flying to war, maybe. I have never seen so many at one time."
"Do you know any witches, lorek?"
"I have served some. And fought some, too. This is a sight to frighten Lord Faa. If they are flying to the aid of your enemies, you should all be afraid."
"Lord Faa wouldn't be frightened. You en't afraid, are you?". When she could see clearly, she gasped at the sight of the sky. The Aurora had faded to a pallid trembling glimmer, but the stars were as bright as diamonds, and across the great dark diamond-scattered vault, hundreds upon hundreds of tiny black shapes were flying out of the east and south toward the north."Are they birds?" she said."They are witches," said the bear."Witches! What are they

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bird like to nothing I'd seen before. She fell injured in the marsh and I set out to find her. She was like to drowning, and I got her on board and shot that bird down, and it fell into a bog, to my regret, for it was as big as a bittern,said, "that's what it seemed. Being as she'd fell out of the air, I more than suspected she was a witch. She looked exactly like a young woman, thinner than some and prettier than most, but not seeing that daemon gave me a hideous turn."
"En't they got daemons then, the witches?" said the other man, Michael Canzona.
"Their daemons is invisible, I expect," said Adam Stefanski. "He and flame-red.""Ah," the other men murmured, captured by Farder Coram's story."Now, when I got her in the boat," he went on, "I had the most grim shock I'd ever known, because that young woman had no daemon."It was as if he'd said, "She had no head." The very thought was repugnant. The men shuddered, their daemons bristled or shook themselves or cawed harshly, and the men soothed them. Pantalaimon crept into Lyra's arms, their hearts beating together."At least," Farder Coram