Book1:TeDream-Maker (第107/166页)

edacctohisimageandlikehesemannequins，whicharecopiesofthehumanbody,arealsoinGod’simage．Thediffereweenthemandhumansisthathumansthink，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’shusbandAllenandhismaleloverSteven，whohaddraggedtheunsciousDimitriintothedesertedworkshopandshinghimwithcoldwatertowakehimup．Dimitriregainedsciousnesslittingheadachethatseemedtotearhisskulpart．Heopenedhiseyeswithdifficultytoseeadust-filledwarehouseorworkshop．Twomenstoodinfrontofhim．Theugly，ftfae，stodmuscur，withonlyafewstrandsofhairchisalmostbaldhead，lookedathimcoldlyinsilehenapairofeyes，sharpandcruesaneagleappearedbeforehim，andavoiceaskedindeadlycalm，

    "Whereismywife?"

    "Yourwife?Whoisyourwife?"Arubberhosehithimonhisrightcheek，searingandpainfusahotironrod，

    "Whereismywife?"

    "Whoisyourwife?"Beforehefinishedspeaking,theothersideofhischeekwashitagain．

    "Theoneyousleptwithnightbeforest.”

    "Mrs.Love?"Hardlywastheofhismouthwhenhewasfuriouslyassailedbyviciouspunchesandkicksalloverhisbody．Tiedhandandfoot，Dimitrihadnowaytofendofftheassault.

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    "Yes,whereisshe?"Dimitriythere,defenselessagainstthebrutattack．Whenitfinallystopped,hefeltdesperatelyweakandwasonthebrinkofdeath．

    "Sheisinmythoughts...inmydreams..."hemutteredbrokenly．

    "Youmeanshe’sinyourhead?"theothermanjeered，"That’ssimple．We’lljustcutitoffandseeifshe’sthere.”ThecellurphonewhichStevenhungonhisshoulderrang．

    "Yessir，..Yessir..."hesaidrespectfullyandhaoAllen．

    "Yessir...I’llbebackrightaway.”hesaidinanobedientandutterlyrespectfultoneandhabacktoStevensaying，

    "Let’sgo．It’sDonKaffe