        Dale sat on his cooler, poring over the book Lyra had given him.  He had already made several attempts at pronouncing the words, and tried to remember their meaning.  He had finally written them in Sharpie on one side of a notebook page, with the translations on the back.  It was difficult going—he had to keep reminding himself to be precise.  Clearly, the accents made all the difference between many of the words.