Book1:TeDream-Maker
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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. 10 "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