Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beauti — Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beauti — Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beauti — Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beauti — Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beauti — Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
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Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually wracked with pain.

— Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
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