Book1:TeDream-Maker

therofthehumanbanicsubstances,wassinfundcruel．Thismelon,forinstance,wasawasteofthegroundthatgrewandnurturedit,andtothemelohatwentthroughthearduousprocessofgrowth．heless,itsultimatefatewasbeingthrownintothegarbage．

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    ThatwasrareleisuretimeforLaverheshortintervalbeforedinner．Shewastiredafterawholeday’sworkandwasreingontheloungechaironthedeck,gazingatsomecloudsfloatingaroundafar-offmountain．Mr.andMrs．Johnsontooweretired．Theyhadstruggledallday．Lifetothemwasaneruggle，whichwastotiiltheirsthour，likeamaeabouttobeunserviceable，butstillingonarduously．Humanlifewasbutananicmaeandonedaywouldiablybetotaled，too．Butsolongastheybreathed,theycouldstilllive;forbreathingwasthepurestifsimplestenjoymentofthefleshbody．Solongastheirbrainsfuned，theyhadreaso．Thoughtsmightbetheinofsorrow，buttheywerealsothesourceofthehighestformofhappihesetwohadstruggledalldayandwerelookingforwardtoadelieal,afterwhichtheywouldslipintothemysteriousdarknessandenjoythesweetnessofslumber．Butas,itwasonlytoawaittheingofthemorrow,anotherdayle．Meanwhile，Markwaslockedinhisroom．Perhapshewasstilltryingtopuzzleoutthatplicatedmathematicalproblem;orhemaybeilyresearghispreciousprizefromtheruins．Oneday，hewasboundtouandthedifferehesexesandthatmasturbationwasnottheonlywaytosatisfytheneedsofhisfleshbody．Mapleleaveswereturnihecrispautumnair，andfleecycloudssurroundingthehilltopsfloatedlightlytowardsher．Lavernewassuddenlystruckwithastrangeidea．Ifthecloudscouldbepluckedaseasilyasmapleleaves,shewouldseizethemastheypassedandmakethe