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the Rings and their effects; and as far as I know there is no Power in the world that knows all about hobbits. Among the Wise I am the only one that goes in for hobbit-lore: an obscure branch of knowledge, but full of surprises. Soft as butter they can be, and yet sometimes as tough as old tree-roots. I think it likely that some would resist the Rings far longer than most of the Wise would believe. I don’t think you need worry about Bilbo.‘Of course, he possessed the ring for many years, and used it, so it might take a long while for the the ridiculous Bagginses, became enslaved.’Frodo shuddered. ‘But why should we be?’ he asked. ‘And why should he want such slaves?’‘To tell you the truth,’ replied Gandalf, ‘I believe that hitherto - hitherto, mark you - he has influence to wear off - before it was safe for him to see it again, for instance. Otherwise, he might live on for years, quite happily: just stop as he was when he parted with it. For he gave it up in the end of his own accord: an important point. No, I was not troubled about dear Bilbo any more, once he had let the thing go. It is for you that I feel responsible.‘Ever since Bilbo left I have been deeply concerned about you, and about all these charming, absurd, helpless hobbits. It would be a grievous blow to the world, if the Dark Power overcame the Shire; if all your kind, jolly, stupid Bolgers, Hornblowers, Boffins, Bracegirdles, and the rest, not to mention

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seldom now reach three feet; but they hive dwindled, they say, and in ancient days they were taller. According to the Red Book, Bandobras Took (Bullroarer), son of Isengrim the Second, was four foot five and able to ride a horse. He was surpassed in all Hobbit records only by two famous characters of old; but that curious matter is dealt with in this book.As for the Hobbits of the Shire, with whom these tales are concerned, in the days of their peace and prosperity they were a merry folk. They dressed in bright colours, being notably fond of They were hospitable and delighted in parties, and in presents, which they gave away freely and eagerly accepted.It is plain indeed that in spite of later estrangement Hobbits are relatives of ours: far nearer to us than Elves, or even than Dwarves. Of old they spoke the languages of Men, after their own , and liked and disliked much the same things as Men did. But what exactly our is can no longer be yellow and green; but they seldom wore shoes, since their feet had tough leathery soles and were clad in a thick curling hair, much like the hair of their heads, which was commonly brown. Thus, the only craft little practised among them was shoe-making; but they had long and skilful fingers and could make many other useful and comely things. Their faces were as a rule good-natured rather than beautiful, broad, bright-eyed, red-cheeked, with mouths apt to laughter, and to eating and drinking. And laugh they did, and eat, and drink, often and heartily, being fond of simple jests at all times, and of six meals a day (when they could get them).

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Draco's wand beneath the Cloak, and murmured, "Lumos."

　　　The black stone with is jagged crack running down the center sat in the two halves of the Snitch. The Resurrection Stone had cracked down the vertical line
　　　He knew it had happened, because he heard slight movements around him that suggested frail bodies shifting their footing on the earthy, twig-strewn ground that marked the outer edge of the forest. He opened his eyes and looked around. 　　　They were neither ghost nor truly flesh, he could see that. They resembled most closely the Riddle that had escaped from the diary so long
representing the Elder Wand. The triangle and circle representing the Cloak and the stone were still discernible.

　　　And again Harry understood without having to think. It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him.

He closed his eyes and turned the stone over in his hand three times.

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With a gasp, Harry pulled back and opened his yees at the same moment his ears were assaulted with the screeches and cries, the smashes and bangs of battle.
"He knows I'm after Horcruxes--he's keeping Nagini close beside him--obviously I'm going to have to go to him to get near the thing--" "Right," said Ron, squaring his shoulders. "So you can't go, that's what he wants, what he's expecting. You stay here and look after Hermione, and I'll go and get it--" Harry cut across Ron. "You two stay here, I'll go under the Cloak and I'll be back as soon as I--" "No," said Hermione,, "it makes much more sense if I take the Cloak
"He's in the Shrieking Shack. The snake's with him, it's got some sort of magical protection around it. He's just sent Lucius Malfoy to find Snape."

"voldemort's sitting in the shrieking Shack?" said Hermione, outraged. "He's not--he's not even FIGHTING?" "He doesn't think he needs to fight," said Harry. "He thinks I'm going to go to him." "But why?"


and--"

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What can we do?" Hermione screamed over the deafening roars of the fire. "What can we do?"

"Here!"
Crabbe, or Goyle anywhere. He swooped as low as he dare over the marauding monsters of flame to try to find them, but there was nothing but fire: What a terrible way to die. . . . He had never wanted
　　　Harry seized a pair of heavy-looking broomsticks from the nearest pile of junk and threw one to Ron, who pulled Hermione onto it behind him. Harry swung his leg over the second broom and, with hard kicks to the ground, they soared up in the air, missing by feet the horned beak of a flaming raptor that snapped its jaws at them. The smoke and heat were becoming overwhelming: Below them the cursed fire was consuming the contraband of generations of hunted students, the guilty outcomes of a thousand banned experiments, the secrets of the countless souls who had sought refuge in the room. Harry couldnot see a trace of Malfoy,

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"It was... it was... the P-Potter b-boy and the t-two accomplices..."

　"And they took?" he said, his voice rising, a terrible fear gripping him, "Tell me! What did they take?"
over dead; the watching wizards scattered before him, terrified. Bellatrix and Lucius Malfoy threw others behind them in their race for the door, and again and again his wand fell, and those who were left were slain, all of them, for bringing him this news, for hearing about the golden cup -
"A... a s-small golden c-cup m-my Lord..."

　The scream of rage, of denial left him as if it were a stranger's. He was crazed, frenzied, it could not be true, it was impossible, nobody had known. How was it possible that the boy could have discovered his secret?

　The Elder Wand slashed through the air and green light erupted through the room; the kneeling goblin rolled

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that their store of Polyjuice Potion was greatly depleted.

"There's really only enough left for one of us," said Hermione, tilting the thick mudlike

potion against the lamplight.
The longer they spent together, the more Harry realized that he did not much like the goblin. Griphook was unexpectedly bloodthirsty, laughed at the idea of pain in lesser creatures and seemed to relish the possibility that they might have to hurt other wizards to
"That'll be enough," said Harry, who was examining Griphook's hand-drawn map of the

deepest passageways.

The other inhabitants of Shell Cottage could hardly fail to notice that something was

going on now that Harry, Ron and Hermione only emerged for mealtimes. Nobody asked

questions, although Harry often felt Bill's eyes on the three of them at the table,

thoughtful, concerned.

reach the Lestranges' vault. Harry could tell th

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Don't you dare speak to Draco like –" said Narcissa furiously, but Bellatrix screamed.

　　　"Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!"

　　　She stood, panting slightly, looking down at the sword, examining its hilt. Then she turned to look at the silent prisoners.
"Do it! You have no idea of the danger we're in!" shrieked Bellatrix. She looked frightening, mad; a thin stream of fire issued from her wand and burned a hole in the carpet. Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then addressed the werewolf.
　　　"If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed," she muttered, more to herself than to the others. "The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself. . . . But if he finds out . . . I must . . . I must know. . . ."

She turned back to her sister again.

"The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!"

"This is my house, Bella, you don't give orders in my –"

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simply, Harry was aware, to keep them moving.

　　　"You never know," was Ron's constant refrain. "Upper Flagley is a Wizarding village, he might've wanted to live there. Let's go and have a poke around."
　　　"Potterwatch, didn't I tell you that's what it was called? The program I keep trying to get on the radio, the only one that tells the truth about what's going on! Nearly all of the programs are following You-Know-Who's line, all except Potterwatch, I really want you to hear it, but it's tricky tuning in…"
　　　These frequent forays into Wizarding territory brought them within occasional sight of Snatchers.

　　　"Some of them are supposed to be as bad as Death Eaters," said Ron. "The lot that got me were a bit pathetic, but Bill recons some of them are really dangerous. They said on Potterwatch ---"

"On what?" said Harry.

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Kendra, of course, had rebuffed Bathilda when she first attempted to welcome the family to the village. Several years later, however, the author sent an owl to Albus at Hogwarts, having been favorably impressed by his paper on trans-species transformation in Transfiguration Today. This initial contract led to acquaintance with the entire Dumbledore family. At the time of Kendra's death, Bathilda was the only person in Godric's Hollow who was on speaking terms with Dumbledore's mother.

　Unfortunately, the brilliance that Bathilda dimmed. "The fire's lit, but the cauldron's empty," as Ivor Dillonsby put it to me, or, in Enid Smeek's slightly earthier phrase, "She's nutty as squirrel poo." Nevertheless, a combination of tried-and-tested reporting techniques enabled me to extract enough nuggets of hard fact to string together the whole scandalous story.

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The sword of Gryffindor!"

　　　"Oh yes. It is a copy—en excellent copy, it is true—but it was Wizard-made. The original was forged centuries ago by goblins and had certain properties only goblin-made armor possesses. Wherever the genuine sword of Gryffindor is, it is not in a vault at Gringotts bank."
　Inside the tent, Harry closed his eyes, willing someone to ask the question he needed answered, and after a minute that seemed ten, Dean obliged: he was (Harry remembered with a jolt) an ex-boyfriend of Ginny's too. "What happened to Ginny and all the others? The ones who tried to steal it?" "I see," said Ted. "And I take it you didn't bother telling the Death Eaters this/'

　　　"I saw no reason to trouble them with the information," said Griphook smugly, and now Ted and Dean joined in Gornuk and Dirk's laughter.

　　

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they could work out a way of extracting Hermione from the courtroom.

　　　The lift was empty when it arrived. Harry jumped in and pulled off the Invisibility Cloak as it started its descent. To his enormous relief, when it rattled to a halt at level two, a soaking-wet and wild-eyed Ron got in.

"M-morning," he stammered to Harry as the lift set off again.

"Ron, it's me, Harry!"

"Harry! Blimey, I forgot what you looked like – why isn't Hermione with you?"

　　　"She had to go down to the courtrooms with Umbridge, she couldn't refuse, and – "

　　　But before Harry could finish the lift had stopped

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　　　Harry's extremities seemed to have gone numb. He stood quite still, holding the miraculous paper in his nerveless fingers while inside him a kind of quiet eruptions sent its equal measure through his veins. Lurching to the bed, he sat down.

　　　He read the letter again, but could not that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

　　　Impatiently brushing away the wetness in his eyes, he reread the letter, this time concentrating on the meaning. It was like listening to

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sorry, Ron, my hand's shaking! Diffindo!"

　　　The severed ropes fell away. Ron got to his feet, shaking his arms to regain feeling in them. Harry picked up his wand and climbed over all the debris to where the large blond Death Eater was sprawled across the bench.

　　　"I should've recognized him, he was there the night Dumbledore died," he said. He turned over the darker Death Eater with his foot; the man's eyes moved rapidly between Harry, Ron and Hermione.

　　　"That's Dolohov," said Ron. "I recognize him from the old wanted posters. I think the big one's Thorfinn Rowle."

　　　"Never mind what they're called!" said Hermione a little hysterically. "How did they find us? What are we going to do?"

Somehow her panic seemed to clear Harry's head.

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Ginny did not seek another one-to-one meeting with Harry for the rest of the day, nor by any look or gesture did she show that they had shared more than polite conversation in her room. Nevertheless, Charlie's arrival came as a relief to Harry. It provided a distraction, watching Mrs. Weasley force Charlie into a chair, raise her wand threateningly, and announce that he was about to get a proper haircut.

　　　As Harry's birthday dinner would have stretched the Burrow's kitchen to breaking point even before the arrival of Charlie, Lupin, Tonks, and Hagrid, several tablesand George bewitched a number of purple lanterns all emblazoned with a large number 17, to hang in midair over the guests. Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's ministrations, George's wound was neat and clean, but Harry was not yet used to the dark hole in the side of his head, despite the twins' many jokes about it.

　　　Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from

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Really think hard about how you can eliminate the non-essential things in your life (the non-short list stuff). Work on this over time, and create the space in yourthat you need for the things you love. Be sure to allot that time you’ve created to the things on your short list — don’t just use it up with television or other space fillers.
Finding That Balance
Once you’ve created space in your life for the things you love, it’s just a matter of finding the right balance between them. You could filled with all the things you love doing, but it could still be almost all work. While there’s certainly nothing wrong with that if you love your work and it doesn’t have negative consequences (on your , for example), for many people it’s better to have other things balancing out their lives.
Why is a balance between several things that you love better than just one thing that you love? Well, there are a number of reasons that would depend on your situation. For one thing, if you have an office job you might

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Accessorize, accessorize. "Jewelry pulls the eye away from the problem area," she says.
Work magic with scarves. Scarves draw attention to the face and eyes, while they gently drape over your back. There is great variety among scarves -- shapes, sizes, fabrics, colors. Shawls or capes are also good options. By learning a few tricks in folding, twisting, and tying scarves, you'll add lots of style to any outfit.
Loosen up. Finally, an excuse for comfort! Buy pants with elasticized waistbands.
Get realistic about shoes. Invest in flat or low-heeled shoes -- the slip-on type with rubber soles. You'll be less likely to fall.
Got a shoulder bag? Switch to a backpack. Those heavy shoulder bags can throw you off balance, advises Randall. "A backpack helps distribute weight more evenly." And shop around; there are many sleek backpack styles to choose from.
Invest in great undergarments. The right bra -- typically a long-line bra -- can help provide
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Last night the angel did not sing," she said. "He told me, instead, about doubt, and how the Devil makes use of it. I said, but they doubt me, what can I do? He answered: only proof can silence doubt."
She had their full attention. Next she told them what Mirza Saeed had suggested in the night. "He told me to go and ask my angel, but I know better," she cried. "How could I choose between you? It is all of us, or none."
"Why should we follow you," the Sarpanch asked, "after all the dying, the baby, and all?" "Follow me," Ayesha concluded, "and judge me by their parting." His offer had contained an old question: _What kind of idea are you?_ And she, in turn, had offered him an old answer. _I was tempted, but am renewed; am uncompromising; absolute; pure_.
"Because when the waters part, you will be saved. You will enter into the Glory of the Most High."
"What waters?" Mirza Saeed yelled. "How will they divide?"

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Armani suit, looking like a dark mirror-image of de Niro; a young girl of -- what? -- fourteen, fifteen? -- a sullen young man of twenty or thereabouts. No names are titled; the camera does not know these faces. Gradually, however, the _facts_ emerge. The club DJ, Sewsunker Ram, known as "Pinkwalla", and its proprietor, Mr. John Maslama, are to be charged with running a large-scale narcotics operation -- crack, brown sugar, hashish, cocaine. The man arrested with registered owner of a van in which an unspecified quantity of "hard drugs" has been discovered; also numbers of "hot" video recorders. The young girl's name is Anahita Sufyan; she is under-age, is said to have been drinking heavily, and, it is hinted, having sex with at least one of the three arrested men. She is further reported to have a history of truancy and association with known criminal types: a delinquent, clearly. -- An illuminated journalist will offer the nation these titbits many hours after the event, but the news is already running wild in the streets: Pinkwalla! -- And the _Wax_: they smashed the place up -- _totalled_ it! -- Now it's _war_.

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One year, the government had introduced admission charges at museums, and groups of angry art-lovers picketed the temples of culture. When he saw this, Chamcha had wanted to get up a placard of his own and stage a one-man counter-protest. Didn't these people know what the stuff inside was _worth?_ There they were, cheerfully rotting their lungs with cigarettes worth more per packet than the charges they were protesting against; what they were demonstrating to the world was the low value they placed upon their cultural heritage. . . Pamela put her foot down. "Don't you dare," she said. She held the then--correct view: that the museums were _too valuable_ to charge for. So: "Don't you dare," and to his surprise he found he did not. He had not meant what he would have seemed to mean. He had meant that he would have given, maybe, in the right . So he could not take seriously these objections to a charge of a few pence. He quite saw, however, that this was an obscure and ill-defended position.)
--_And of human beings, Pamela

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God certainly jumps to it when you need him to fix things up for you.' Well! If it hadn't been Ayesha, who knows what he'd have done, but none of the others would have dared in the first place." Baal let him run on without interruption. The sexual aspects of Submission exercised pronounced. "All this segregation. No good will come of it."
At length Baal did start arguing, and Salman was astonished to hear the poet taking Mahound's side: "You can see his point of view," Baal reasoned. "If families offer him brides and he refuses he creates enemies, -- and besides, he's a special man and one can see the argument for special dispensations, -- and as for locking them up, well, what a dishonour it would be if anything bad happened to one of them! Listen, if you lived in here, you wouldn't think a little less sexual freedom was such a bad thing, -- for the common people

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was so, it was not_, that as Saladin Chamcha's incarceration in the body of a devil and the attic of the Shaandaar B and B lengthened into weeks and months, it became impossible not to notice that his condition was worsening steadily. His horns (notwithstanding their single, momentary and unobserved diminution) had grown both thicker and longer, twirling themselves into fanciful arabesques, wreathing his head in a turban of darkening bone. He had grown a thick, long beard, a disorienting development in one whose round, moony face had never boasted much hair before; indeed, he was growing hairier all over his body, and had even sprouted, from the base of his spine, a fine tail that lengthened by the day and had already obliged him to abandon the wearing of trousers; he tucked the new limb, instead, inside baggy salwar pantaloons filched by Anahita Sufyan from her mother's generously tailored collection. The distress engendered in him by his continuing metamorphosis

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mustn't think that way. God will save you. This is a test of faith."
Mrs. Qureishi told Mirza Saeed the bad news with many shrieks and howls, and for the confused zamindar it was the last straw. He flew into a temper and started yelling loudly and trembling as if he might at any moment start smashing up the furniture in the room and its occupants as well.
"To hell with your spook cancer," he screamed at Ayesha in his exasperation. "You have come into my house with your craziness and angels and dripped poison into my family's ears. Get out of here with your visions and your invisible spouse. This is the modern world, and it is medical doctors and not ghosts in potato fields who tell us when we are ill. You have created this bloody hullabaloo for nothing. Get out and never come on to my land again."
Ayesha heard him out without removing her eyes or hands from

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Somewhere around the bottom of the second whisky bottle she leaned her head on his shoulder and said boozily, "You can't imagine the relief of being with someone with whom I don't have to have a fight every time I express an opinion. Someone on the side of the goddamn angels." He waited; after a pause, there was more. "Him and his Royal Family, you wouldn't believe. Cricket, the Houses of Parliament, the Queen. The place never stopped being a picture postcard to him. You couldn't get him to look at what was really real." She closed her eyes and allowed her hand, by accident, to rest on his. "He was a real Saladin," Jumpy said. "A man with a holy land to conquer, his England, the one he believed in. You were part of it, too." She rolled away from him and stretched out on top of magazines, crumpled balls of waste paper, mess. "Part of it? I was bloody Britannia. Warm beer, mince pies, common-sense and me. But I'm really real, too, J.J.; I really really am." She reached over to him, pulled him across to where her mouth was waiting, kissed him with a great un-Pamela-like slurp. "See what I mean?" Yes, he saw.