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istandinginfrontofthewindowtransfixedbythedispy,shenoddedandsmiledpolitelyasshepassedby.Butsoonshewasback,saying,

    "Couldyoudomeafavor,sir?Mycarwon’tstart.Wouldyoubesokindastogiveitashove?"

    "Sure,mypleasure,”saidDimitri,wakingfromhisreverie.

    Bythesideofthestreetarkedabigoldsedaheluxurycarspopurinthe1960s.Initsday,itmusthavebeenaofenvy,butnowitwasoldandbattered.Thedyopehedoorofthedsatinthedriver’sseat.

    "MynameisMegginnBowman”shesaid.Thisbigpieceofjunkisreallyatrocious.Twoofitseightdersarebrokenandithastroublestartingupbyitself.IknowitshouldgotothejunkyardandIshouldgetanewcar,butIgrewupwithitandit’slikeadearoldfriendtome,bringingbaemories,soI’mstilldrivingit.”ShesteppedonthegasandDimitripushedandshoveduntiltheeartedupandthecarmoved.

    “Thankyousomuch,sir.Seeyouter.Ithinkwe’llmeetagain.”Dimitristoodtherelookingatthedisappearingcar,thinking,

    "Man’sbodyisreallylikeamae,moreprecisely,likeanautomobile,withthetinysteeringwheelinourbraintakingandbysendingoutneurologicalmessagestootherpartsofthebody,diregtheiras.Thedthedrivercooperatedbeautifully.Butthelifespanofthecarisonlyafewdecades,aolongerbeoperated,wealwaysdiscarditforanewone.Megginnmustbeasensitiveaimentaldytoattachsogreatanimportahatoldusedcar.Butthen,thereisaffethroughlongassociationandonefeelsloathetopartwitholdpossessionsoneisusedto.As,man’sbodyisnotacar.Itisimpossibletogeitforanewohetimewilliablyewhediscardthisfleshbody.”

    YokoandMarsalinacameuptoDimitri,buthewassoengrossedinhisprivatemusingsthathedidnotevenseeorhearthemapproag.ThepyfundartlessYokowavedherhandsinfrontofhiseyesandDimitriturhem,hiseyesbedazzledbyapairoflovely,freshbeautiesattiredinexpensivedressesoftheteststyle.Marsalina,thedust-coatedpearl,nowthhlysedandpurified,appearediural,inalsplendor.Thesefiveunfortunatepeoplefromdifferentraces–Latino,Afri,Japaaiwanese,hadbeeclose,devotedfriendswithoutanytraceofracialgapbetweenthem.Dimitri’smoneyhadbroughtRichardgoodluckatthegamblingtablesandhewasonawinningstreakthatseemedtinanendlesssupplyofmoheyalgreedthatitwasDimitriwhhtRichardgoodfortune.Richardwasthusabletorealizehisheart’sdesireofpamperinghisbelovedbrideYoko,andsendingherandhergoodfriendMarsalinaonanendlessshoppingspreewithouttheireverhavingtoworryaboutthepricetag.WithRichard’ssent,Yokocouldgetwhatevershewishedforfromtheshoppingmalls.Nowthegrocerieswereherpantry,thefurnituredepartmentherlivingroom,theeticsdepartmentherbeautyparlorandthedifferentboutiques,hercloset.Forthefirsttimeinherlife,Yokohadmoremohanshecouldspendathatatlongst,thebadluckthathadpguedherallherlifewasgone,andshecouldfinallylivehappilywithRichardandhisfriends.Sheboughtinnumerabledresses:eveninggowns,formaldressesandsuitsandcasualgarmentsofeveryceivablestyle.Shespentmoneylikeadrunkensailor,neverdreamingthatmisfortunewascloseathand.EvenDimitriwasnotawarethatthesetwoyoungpanionsweredestiobefuturemembersofhisKingdom.Thetriostrolledaloreetshandinhand,hummingandchatting,heedlessofandunedaboutthestaresofamazedpasserby,whosecuriosityiquedby

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Book1:TeDream-Maker

书迷正在阅读:
istandinginfrontofthewindowtransfixedbythedispy,shenoddedandsmiledpolitelyasshepassedby.Butsoonshewasback,saying,

    "Couldyoudomeafavor,sir?Mycarwon’tstart.Wouldyoubesokindastogiveitashove?"

    "Sure,mypleasure,”saidDimitri,wakingfromhisreverie.

    Bythesideofthestreetarkedabigoldsedaheluxurycarspopurinthe1960s.Initsday,itmusthavebeenaofenvy,butnowitwasoldandbattered.Thedyopehedoorofthedsatinthedriver’sseat.

    "MynameisMegginnBowman”shesaid.Thisbigpieceofjunkisreallyatrocious.Twoofitseightdersarebrokenandithastroublestartingupbyitself.IknowitshouldgotothejunkyardandIshouldgetanewcar,butIgrewupwithitandit’slikeadearoldfriendtome,bringingbaemories,soI’mstilldrivingit.”ShesteppedonthegasandDimitripushedandshoveduntiltheeartedupandthecarmoved.

    “Thankyousomuch,sir.Seeyouter.Ithinkwe’llmeetagain.”Dimitristoodtherelookingatthedisappearingcar,thinking,

    "Man’sbodyisreallylikeamae,moreprecisely,likeanautomobile,withthetinysteeringwheelinourbraintakingandbysendingoutneurologicalmessagestootherpartsofthebody,diregtheiras.Thedthedrivercooperatedbeautifully.Butthelifespanofthecarisonlyafewdecades,aolongerbeoperated,wealwaysdiscarditforanewone.Megginnmustbeasensitiveaimentaldytoattachsogreatanimportahatoldusedcar.Butthen,thereisaffethroughlongassociationandonefeelsloathetopartwitholdpossessionsoneisusedto.As,man’sbodyisnotacar.Itisimpossibletogeitforanewohetimewilliablyewhediscardthisfleshbody.”

    YokoandMarsalinacameuptoDimitri,buthewassoengrossedinhisprivatemusingsthathedidnotevenseeorhearthemapproag.ThepyfundartlessYokowavedherhandsinfrontofhiseyesandDimitriturhem,hiseyesbedazzledbyapairoflovely,freshbeautiesattiredinexpensivedressesoftheteststyle.Marsalina,thedust-coatedpearl,nowthhlysedandpurified,appearediural,inalsplendor.Thesefiveunfortunatepeoplefromdifferentraces–Latino,Afri,Japaaiwanese,hadbeeclose,devotedfriendswithoutanytraceofracialgapbetweenthem.Dimitri’smoneyhadbroughtRichardgoodluckatthegamblingtablesandhewasonawinningstreakthatseemedtinanendlesssupplyofmoheyalgreedthatitwasDimitriwhhtRichardgoodfortune.Richardwasthusabletorealizehisheart’sdesireofpamperinghisbelovedbrideYoko,andsendingherandhergoodfriendMarsalinaonanendlessshoppingspreewithouttheireverhavingtoworryaboutthepricetag.WithRichard’ssent,Yokocouldgetwhatevershewishedforfromtheshoppingmalls.Nowthegrocerieswereherpantry,thefurnituredepartmentherlivingroom,theeticsdepartmentherbeautyparlorandthedifferentboutiques,hercloset.Forthefirsttimeinherlife,Yokohadmoremohanshecouldspendathatatlongst,thebadluckthathadpguedherallherlifewasgone,andshecouldfinallylivehappilywithRichardandhisfriends.Sheboughtinnumerabledresses:eveninggowns,formaldressesandsuitsandcasualgarmentsofeveryceivablestyle.Shespentmoneylikeadrunkensailor,neverdreamingthatmisfortunewascloseathand.EvenDimitriwasnotawarethatthesetwoyoungpanionsweredestiobefuturemembersofhisKingdom.Thetriostrolledaloreetshandinhand,hummingandchatting,heedlessofandunedaboutthestaresofamazedpasserby,whosecuriosityiquedby