Book1:TeDream-Maker

natewoman．IfIcouldbegedtoamanthesizeofanindexfinger，I’dbewillingtomakemyhomeinthepocketsofhersants．Whenshebendsherclosedkositdown，I’dbeledinthenookofthewarmest,softestandmostprivatepartofherbodylikeginselinginthedeeprecessesofthemountains，partakingoftheessehesunandthemoon.”Butthen，hesppedhimself．Sudetfantasyrofanitytothewomanwhohadbeensokindtohim．Hefinishedhisshoutonthekimono．Asheturogo,thefshofhisrefleinthemirrorarrestedhisattention．Hehadn’tseenhimselfforalongtimeandhadalmostfottenwhathelookedlike．Hestoppedtoptehimself．Hestaredathisownrefleaasifitwasthatofastranger,notquitehimself．

    "ImustremembertoprojectmyimageintomybrainbeforeIbeeblind,”hethought．

    AsDimitriturheknobahebathroomdoor,hecamefacetofacewithMrs.Lovewhowasjustiofknog．Theysmiledateachotherailyexpihatshejustwaolethimknowdinnerwasalreadyoable．Dimitriwatchedasshepickedupthewetclothesonthefloorandputthemintothewashingmaeintheundryroomothebathroom．Theskirts,blousesandotherwomen’sapparelweresoakinginthewasherandDimitrifeltitwasanhonortohavehisclotheswashedtogetherwithhers．Sheledhimtothediningroomandsaid，

    "I’mosoIwon’tkeepyoupany.I’mgoingtotakeashowertoo．MakeyourselfathomeDimitri,andenjoyyourdi’sallforyou.”Sheturnedaupstairs．

    Dimitrilookedatthesumptuousfeastspreadbeforehimafamished.Theansofhiswholebodyweregouttohisbrainforreplenishment．Hisbrainandedhishandsaogetreadytoservehisfleshbody,whichwasatoolforepicureanenjoyment．Dimitrithought,

    "Ihavetotakegoodyfleshbodytoprolongitsfunforenjoyment,soit’l