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neurobiological terms, a memory is a stored pattern of links between nerve cells in the brain. It is created when synapses in a neurons are activated for a short time. The more often the memory is recalled afterwards, the more likely it is that permanent links develop between the nerve cells -- and the pattern will be stored as a of having a viable memory -- except in the case of Price and the other three memory superstars.
For McGaugh, there is another reason why people with such phenomenal memory are so puzzling. They challenge a theory on which his research has been based for the last half a century. This theory, based on clinical observation, says memories are stored in greater detail and with more staying power when they are long-term memory. In theory there are so many possible links that an almost unlimited number of memories can be permanently stored.So why don't all people have the same powers of recollection as Jill Price? "If we could remember everything equally well, the brain would be hopelessly overburdened and would operate more slowly," says McGaugh. He says forgetting is a necessary condition

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against the standing magical field of the Discworld itself in its slow turning, the resulting astral friction would build up a vast potential difference which would earth itself in a vast discharge of the Elemental Magical Force.
The circle wasBel-Shamharoth it would have eight sides. (Eight was also the Number of Bel-Shamharoth, which was why a sensible wizard would never mention the number if he could avoid it. Or you'll be eight alive, apprentices were jocularly warned. Bel-Shamharoth was especially attracted to dabblers in magic who, by being as it were beachcombers on the shores of t a blur now, and the walls of the Tree rang with the echoes of the chant.Rincewind felt the familiar sticky prickling in the scalp that indicated the build-up of a heavy charge of raw enchantment in the vicinity, and so he was not utterly amazed when, a few seconds later, a shaft of vivid octarine light speared down from the invisible ceiling and focused, crackling, in the centre of the circle.There it formed an image of a storm-swept, treegirt hill with a temple on its crest. Its shape did unpleasant things to the eye. Rincewind knew that if it was a temple to he unnatural were already half-enmeshed in his nets

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Never. I heard of his deeds; I heard how he was wounded by the Skraelings, with a poisoned arrow, and I sent herbs and spells to help him recover, but I wasn't strong enough to see him. I heard how broken he was after that, and how his wisdom grew, how much he studied and read, and I was proud of him and his goodness. But I stayed away, for own age, and I wouldn't want to make him feel that."
"Perhaps he would. But you ought to send a message to him, at least. That's what I think."
Serafina Pekkala said nothing for a long time. Pantalaimon became a tern and flew to her branch for a second, to acknowledge that perhaps they had been insolent.
Then Lyra said, "Why do people have daemons, Serafina Pekkala?"they were dangerous times for my clan, and witch wars were threatening, and besides, I thought he would forget me and find a human wife....""He never would," said Lyra stoutly. "You oughter go and see him. He still loves you, I know he does.""But he would be ashamed of his

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Oh, the wicked liar, oh, the shameless untruths she was telling! And even if Lyra hadn't known them to be lies (Tony Makarios; those caged daemons) she would have hated it with a furious passion. Her dear soul, the daring companion of her heart, to be cut away and reduced to a little trotting pet? Lyra nearly blazed with hatred, and Pantalaimon in her arms became a polecat, the most ugly and vicious of all his forms, and snarled.
But they said restlessly, one minute perching on the table swinging his tail, the next clinging to Mrs. Coulter and chittering softly in her ear, the next pacing the floor with tail erect. He was betraying Mrs. Coulter's impatience, of course, and finally she couldn't hold it in.nothing. Lyra held Pantalaimon tight and let Mrs. Coulter stroke her hair."Drink up your chamomile," said Mrs. Coulter softly. "We'll have them make up a bed for you in here. There's no need to go back and share a dormitory with other girls, not now I've got my little assistant back. My favorite! The best assistant in the world. D'you know, we searched all over London for you, darling? We had the police searching every town in the land. Oh, I missed you so much! I can't tell you how happy I am to find you again...."All the time, the golden monkey was prowling about

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something to eat. I expect you're hungry."
She followed Sister Clara to the canteen, where a dozen round white tables were covered in crumbs and the sticky rings where drinks had been carelessly put down. Dirty plates and cutlery were stacked on a steel trolley. There enough?"
"Yes, thank you."
"I'd like you to tell me where you come from. Can you do that?"were no windows, so to give an illusion of light and space one wall was covered in a huge photogram showing a tropical beach, with bright blue sky and white sand and coconut palms.The man who had brought her in was collecting a tray from a serving hatch."Eat up," he said.There was no need to starve, so she ate the stew and mashed potatoes with relish. There was a bowl of tinned peaches and ice cream to follow. As she ate, the man and the nurse talked quietly at another table, and when she had finished, the nurse brought her a glass of warm milk and took the tray away.The man came to sit down opposite. His daemon, the marmot, was not blank and incurious as the nurse's dog had been, but sat politely on his shoulder watching and listening."Now, Lizzie," he said. "Have you eaten

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first impulse was to turn and run, or to be sick. A human being with no daemon was like someone without a face, or with their ribs laid open and their heart torn out: something unnatural and uncanny that belonged to the world of night-ghasts, not the waking world of sense.
So Lyra swallowed hard to govern her nausea. "The Gobblers..." But she couldn't finish. She had to go out of the shed and sit down by herself in the snow, except that of course she wasn't by herself, she was never by herself, because Pantalaimon was always there. Oh, to be cut from him as this little boy had been parted from his Ratter! The worst thing in the world! She found herself sobbing, and Pantalaimon was whimpering too, and in both of them there was a passionate pity and clung to Pantalaimon and her head swam and her gorge rose, and cold as the night was, a sickly sweat moistened her flesh with something colder still."Ratter," said the boy. "You got my Ratter?"Lyra was in no doubt what he meant."No," she said in a voice as frail and frightened as she felt. Then, "What's your name?""Tony Makarios," he said. "Where's Ratter?""I don't know..." she began, and

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chicken. Then at the wedding party of my sister, I decided to stop eating so much. I couldn't bear to look at myself in a mirror anymore. I got a bit drunk at the wedding party, but when I returned Home, in the darkness of my room, I decided to go on a diet. In six months, my weight dropped from 165 to 92 kilos", Momir said.
Momir now weighs in at just 92 kilograms after losing nearly half his body weight during the diet.
But doctors have "I'm about to launch a website to help other people, and I am also planning to write a book about my experience."
However, he declined to reveal everything about his diet.warned against such radical weight loss and dieting.Dietician Dr Goran Peric said in an interview in local tabloid "24 Sata": "It has helped Momir Zmiric, but it does not mean someone else would have the same results."Zmiric admitted he had passed through a crisis without cigarettes and the food he had been used to during those six months."I just insisted on continuing the diet. There were moments of crisis, but I wanted to lose weight, and, despite what doctors say in the media, I feel good and healthy. You can see I am fit," said the painter. He wants to do more.

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unscrewing the top of a silver flask.
"I don't like that," said Lyra. "I just like
"I bet you've never had brandy like this before."
"I have. I was sick all over the place. I had a whole bottle, or nearly."
"Just as you like," said the man, tilting the flask into his own cup. "Where are you going, all alone like this?"
"sound and clambered slowly up behind the man's head, to peer out at her. She drank her stolidly and ate the last of her sandwich.
"Goodnight," she said. "I can see my father coming now. He looks a bit angry."
The top-hat man glanced around, and Lyra set off toward the theater crowd. Much as she would have liked to see the Chthonic Railway (Mrs. Coulter had said it was not really Going to meet my father.""And who's he?""He's a murderer.""He's what?""I told you, he's a murderer. It's his profession. He's doing a job tonight. I got his clean clothes in here, 'cause he's usually all covered in blood when he's finished a job.""Ah! You're joking.""I en't."The lemur uttered a soft mewing

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Twenty minutes' walk took them to a grand stone-fronted building where they sat in a wide dining room with snowy cloths and bright silver on the tables, and ate calves' liver and bacon.
"Calves' liver is with the red tie? That's Colonel Carborn. He made the first balloon flight over the North Pole. And the tall man by the window who's just got up is Dr. Broken Arrow."
"Is he a Skraeling?"
"Yes. He was the man who mapped the ocean currents in the Great Northern Ocean...."
Lyra looked at them all, these great men, with curiosity and awe. They were Scholars, no doubt about that, but they were explorers too. Dr. Broken Arrow would know about bear livers; she doubted whether the Librarian of Jordan college would.all right," Mrs. Coulter told her, "and so is seal liver, but if you're stuck for food in the Arctic, you mustn't eat bear liver. That's full of a poison that'll kill you in minutes."As they ate, Mrs. Coulter pointed out some of the members at the other tables."D'you see the elderly gentleman

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Master," said Lord Asriel. "Yes, I'm back. Do bring in your guests; I've got something very interesting to show you."
"Lord Asriel," said . "I came too late to disturb your dinner, so I made myself at Home in here. Hello, Sub-Rector. Glad to see you looking so well. Excuse my rough appearance; I've only just landed. Yes, Master, the Tokay's gone. I think you're standing in it. The Porter knocked it off the table, but it was my fault. Hello, Chaplain. I read your latest paper with great interest."
He moved away with the Chaplain, leaving Lyra with a clear view of the Master's face
the Master heavily, and came forward to shake his hand. From her hiding place Lyra watched the Master's eyes, and indeed, they flicked toward the table for a second, where the Tokay had been."Master," said Lord Asriel

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throbbing.
Will hauled himself up painfully, peered through the deep darkness, and made out a blur of white on the ground beside the man. It was the white breast and head of a great bird, an osprey, a daemon, and it was lying still. Will with the utmost delicacy on to the stumps of Will's two lost fingers.
His other hand let go at once, and he sat up.
"You've got the knife," he said. "You're the knife bearer."
His voice was resonant, harsh, but breathless. Will sensed that he was badly hurt. Had he wounded this dark opponent?tried to pull away, and his feeble tug woke a response from the man, whose hand hadn't loosened.But he was moving. He was feeling Will's right hand carefully with his free one. Will's hair stood on end.Then the man said, "Give me your other hand.""Be careful," said Will.The man's free hand felt down Will's left arm, and his fingertips moved gently over the wrist and on to the swollen palm and

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And she leaped into the air again. Will shaded his eyes to watch her and the other ragged, elegant figures wheel in the air and dart up over the trees.
"Oh, Will, we'll first thing she said to Will, and he dumbly held out his hand.
Pantalaimon, cat-formed, watched curiously, but Will looked away. He didn't like the sight of his mutilated fingers.
The witches spoke softly to each other, and then Serafina Pekkala said, "What weapon made this be safe now! It'll be all right now that Serafina Pekkala's here!" said Lyra. "I never thought I'd see her again. She came just at the right time, didn't she? Just like before, at Bolvangar…"Chattering happily, as if she'd already forgotten the fight, she led the way up the slope toward the forest. Will followed in silence. His hand was throbbing badly, and with each throb a little more blood was leaving him. He held it up across his chest and tried not to think about it. It took not half an hour but an hour and three quarters, because Will had to stop and rest several times. When they reached the cave, they found a fire, a rabbit roasting, and Serafina Pekkala stirring something in a small iron pot."Let me see your wound," was the wound?"

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. You can place a slice anywhere your child has minor swelling, Dr. Beard suggests, and then simply replace it with another slice from the fridge after it becomes warm.A Credit Card for a Bee Sting
If a bee or wasp stings until the stinger comes out.A Stick of Gum for Indigestion
If your child is age 4 or older, have her chew some gum when she complains of a full stomach after a big meal. "The extra saliva she'll produce will neutralize the problematic excess stomach acid," says gastroenterologist Anil Minocha, MD, author of Natural Stomach Care.your child, remove the stinger to prevent additional venom from entering the wound. In order to avoid squeezing the stinger, which can spread the venom, use the flat edge of a credit card to gently scrape across the area the pediatric pain program at Mattel Children's Hospital UCLA and author of Conquering Your Child's Chronic Pain. Have your child blow long, slow streams of bubbles

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was right of Pantalaimon to do what he'd done, though it had felt so strange to her. She reached up to her beloved daemon, and, ermine-shaped, he flowed onto her lap.
They see Will's soul flowing back along the blade to his hand, and up his arm to his heart. He stood back, dropped his hand, blinked.
"I felt something there," he said to Giacomo Paradisi. "The knife was just slipping through the air at first, and then I felt it…"
"Good. Now do it again. This time, when you feel it, slide the knife in and watched together as Will's body stopped trembling. No less intense, he was focused differently now, and the knife looked different too. Perhaps it was those cloudy colors along the blade, or perhaps it was the way it sat so naturally in Will's hand, but the little movements he was making with the tip now looked purposeful instead of random. He felt this way, then turned the knife over and felt the other, always feeling with the silvery edge; and then he seemed to find some little snag in the empty air."What's this? Is this it?" he said hoarsely."Yes. Don't force it. Come back now, come back to yourself."Lyra imagined she could

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Dust, I mean Shadows, same as you got here and I got with the—I got with pictures, only their way uses sticks. I think it meant that picture on the door, but I didn't understand it, really. I thought when I first saw it there was something important about it, only I didn't know what. So there must be lots of ways of talking to Shadows."
Dr. Malone flashed up, succeeding each other so quickly that Dr. Malone could hardly follow them; but Lyra knew what they were saying, and turned back to her.
"It says that you're important, too," she told the scientist. "It says was breathless."The I Ching," she said. "Yes, it's Chinese. A form of divination—fortune-telling, really… And, yes, they use sticks. It's only up there for decoration," she said, as if to reassure Lyra that she didn't really believe in it. "You're telling me that when people consult the I Ching, they're getting in touch with Shadow particles? With dark matter?""Yeah," said Lyra. "There's lots of ways, like I said. I hadn't realized before. I thought there was only one.""Those pictures on the screen…" Dr. Malone began.Lyra felt a flicker of a thought at the edge of her mind, and turned to the screen. She had hardly begun to formulate a question when more pictures

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another cola and took it upstairs. She listened outside Will's door and, hearing nothing, tiptoed into the other room and took out the alethiometer from under her pillow.
She didn't need toeasier if his daemon had been visible! She wondered what its form might be, and whether it was fixed yet. Whatever its form was, it would express a nature that was savage, and courteous, and unhappy.
She tiptoed to the window. In the glow from the streetlight she carefully set the hands of the alethiometer, and relaxed her mind into the shape of a question be close to Will to ask about him, but she wanted to look anyway, and she turned his door handle as quietly as she could before going in.There was a light on the sea front outside shining straight up into the room, and in the glow reflected from the ceiling she looked down at the sleeping boy. He was frowning, and his face glistened with sweat. He was strong and stocky, not as formed as a grown man, of course, because he wasn't much older than she was, but he'd be powerful one day. How much

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The most senior figure to be sentenced was Tian Wenhua, who was chairwoman of the Sanlu Group, the largest producer of baby milk powder.
When the scandal broke in September, it emerged that Sanlu had known it was selling toxic milk - and allowed around 900 farmer Zhang Yujun and milk trader Geng Jinping to death.
Zhang Yujun was accused of running an illegal workshop in Shandong province in eastern China, producing 600 tonnes of the fake protein powder - the largest source of melamine in the country.
Geng Jinping was convicted of producing and selling tonnes of it to leave its dairies.It was only when its New Zealand partner intervened that production stopped.Tian Wenhua pleaded guilty to charges of producing and selling fake or substandard produce in December.The Intermediate People's Court in Shijiazhuang gave her a and ordered her to pay a fine of 20m yuan ($2.9m).Sanlu itself was fined 50m yuan ($7.3m), Xinhua news agency reports, even though the firm has been declared bankrupt.Earlier the court sentenced cattle

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We shall take care of the Specters," said Xaphania. Will took the knife and faced the sea. To his surprise, his hands were quite steady. He cut a window into his own world, and they found themselves looking at a great factory or chemical plant, where complicated pipe work ran between buildings and storage tanks, where lights glowed at every corner, where wisps of steam rose into the air.
"It's strange to , too, some deep under the earth, some high in the air, which came about in other ways."
"Baruch and Balthamos told me that they used openings like that to travel between the worlds. Will angels no longer be able to do that? Will you be confined to one world as we are?" "No; we have other ways of traveling." "The way you have," Lyra said, "is it possible for us to learn?" "Yes. You could learn to do it, as Will's father did. It uses the faculty of what you call imagination. But that does not mean making things up. It is a form of seeing."think that angels don't know the way to do this," Will said."The knife was a human invention.""And you're going to close them all except one," Will said. "All except the one from the world of the dead.""Yes, that is a promise. But it is conditional, and you know the condition.""Yes, we do. Are there many windows to close?" "Thousands. There is the terrible abyss made by the bomb, and there is the great opening Lord Asriel made out of his own world. They must both be closed, and they will. But there are many smaller openings