Andy Warhol Dollar Sign 1981

swam in the river," she said. "I went to look for Pan, but I think he's hiding."
"That's a good idea. I mean a swim. I feel as if I've got years and years of dirt on me... I'll go down and wash."
While he was door and window frame and lintel was covered in subtle patterns, but patterns that weren't carved in the wood: it was as if they'd persuaded the wood to grow in that shape naturally.
The more she looked, the more she saw all kinds of order and carefulness in the village, like the layers of meaning in the alethiometer. Part of her mind was eager to puzzle it all out, to step lightly from similarity to similarity, from one meaning to another as she did with the instrument; but another part was wondering how long they'd be able to stay here before they had to move on.
Well, I'm not going anywhere till Pan comes back, she said to herselfgone, Lyra wandered around the village, not looking too closely at anything in case she broke some code of politeness, but curious about everything she saw. Some of the houses were very old and some quite new, hut they were all built in much the same way out of wood and clay and thatch. There was nothing crude about them; each