Book1:TeDream-Maker

dhumansisthathumansthink，moveandhavepassionsanddesires．Wehaveafleshbody,whiletheyotknowthetasteoffoodorthesatisfaofsexualhappiheyareanunfortunategroup,fottenaedbybothGodandman．Thoughtheyhaveeyes,theyseenotthemyriadofbrilliantstarsinthesky．Thoughtheyhaveears，theyhearnotthesweetsongsofthebirds．Thoughtheyhavetheshapeofthehumanbody，theyotstretovetheirarmsandlegsspontaneously．TheyhavebeenwaitingforthesedingofChristforovertwothousandyears，buthavebeendisappointed．IfIwereGod，Iwouldbreatheonthemandgivethemlife,enabliolivelikehumanbeings.Butthisisonlyanabsurdfantheotherhand，thoughtheirbodiesarelifeless，theyhavetheadvantageofneverbeingill.Havingnothoughts，theyfeardeath．Toexistbenumbedmaynotbeabaddeal.”Justthen，twopairsofhandsreachedintothestorewindowandliftedoutagolden-haired,well-proportioned,nakedmannequinontotheworktable,wherearicsaeratingatfullspeed．Theypushedthewaistofthemannequintowardstherunningwheelsandinamatterofseds，saweditinhalves．Dimitriquicklyturnedawayinshowillingtowitnesssuchbarbaricbehavior.Herushedblindlyforwardtowardstheerofthestreetwhereabckcararked．Hefeltabluntobjecthithimatthebackofhishead，felldownunsciousandwasthrownintothetrunkofthecar,whichthenspedaway．

    Thestpatchofcrimsoncloudsblushedlingeringlyoernhorizonbeforevanishingfromview，leavihtothePrinceofDarkness．Streetlightsfshedintolife，twinklinglikethestars，butuniformlyarraolihenoiseofmanandtrafficgraduallysubsided．Intheabaobodyshopattheedgeofthesquare，shadowscouldbeseenmovingabout．ItwasMrs.Love’shusbandAllen