Book1:TeDream-Maker

    "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,hiseyesbe