Albert Moore A Venus

Albert Moore A VenusAlbert Moore A MusicianMark Rothko White over Red
Again Lyra had to wonder what she meant before replying.
"They were a count and countess," she said. "They both died in an aeronautical accident in the North."
"Which count?"
"Count -stop me if you know this already-" a middle-aged man was saying, as the young woman gazed at him in admiration, "a man called Rusakov, and they're usually called Rusakov Particles after him. Elementary particles that don't interact in any way with others-very hard to detect, but the extraordinary thing is that they seem to be attracted to human beings."Belacqua. He was Lord Asriel's brother."The old lady's daemon, a scarlet macaw, shifted as if in irritation from one foot to another. The old lady was beginning to frown with curiosity, so Lyra smiled sweetly and moved on.She was going past a group of men and one young woman near the large sofa when she heard the word Dust. She had seen enough of society now to understand when men and women were flirting, and she watched the process with fascination, though she was more fascinated by the mention of Dust, and she hung back to listen. The men seemed to be Scholars; from the way the young woman was questioning them, Lyra took her to be a student of some kind."It was discovered by a Muscovite