The next day, she could hardly settle to
anything. In the morning she fussed with
her little garden, pruning this, repotting that, but her mind wasn’t on
it. Then it started to rain, so she went
inside and made some coffee and did what she had never done in her life: tried
the newspaper crossword.
“What a stupid exercise,” said her daemon after five minutes. “Words belong in contexts, not pegged out
like biological specimens.”
(from The Book of
Dust, Book 1: La Belle Sauvage by Philip
Pullman)
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