Book1:TeDream-Maker (第106/166页)

ok!Thesewerestnight’sbooties,mygiftstoyou.”

    "Arethereanyfilmsleftinit?Ifthereis,wecouldtakeapictureofthisbeautifuleveningsery.”Richardopehecamera,shruggedandsaid，

    "Oh—oh!It’sempty.”

    "There’snoneedforreminders”saidYoko."I’llneverfetit.Thispreciousseryisindeliblyprintedinmymind.”Dimitritookthebinocursandlookedalroundwithit．Thestreetsbthesquareleaptintohisviewasiftheywerehand,andhesawpedestrianswalkingonthepavements，abuspassingandtwomeninabckcarlookingtowardsthethreeofthem．Hedidn’tpayatentiontothemandhahebinocursbacktoRichardsaying，

    "Ihavehesethings．Takethemandexgethemforyamblingfunds.”Richardtookthebinocursback．Atthatmoment，heproducedagoldpenfromhiscoatpocketandhaoDimitrisaying，

    "Whataboutthis?Wouldyoulikethisbetter?”Dimitrifeltsomethingimpahisheartandacloudofmencholydampenedhisnormallyhappy-go-luckyspirits．Thisgoldpencouldbeusedtogreatadvahehandsofapoet,writingdowifundimmortalwords,butinthehandsofablindman，itwasaworthlessobject．Whatusewasittohimwhowouldsoonbeeblind?Withoutsight,thispenmightaswellberubbish．

    RichardandYokoranawayhandinhandliketwolovebirdsflyingsidebyside，promisingtoeforDimitriafternightfalltoparticipateintheiruniqueweddingceremony．Dimitrisatthere，lookingattheever-gingclouds，brilliantlylitbythesettingsunintoallhuesoftherainbowandthought，

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    "Ifitwerenotformyfleshbody,Iwouldnotbeabletoenjoythisbeautifulsery．IhavenothingwhatsoevertoaskofthisworldsinceIamalreadysorich．Theskyanditscolorfulcloudsbelongtome．Myfiftyyearsonthisearthislikealoendedvacation．Ienjoytheworldasabystander，acctinalwayoflife.Eadeverylittlelifeisapreiracle．IfthereisaGod,Imustthankhimforcreatingthisincredibletool，myfleshbody,enablingittoliveinthisbeautifulworld．IfthereisnoGod,Imustthankthespermandtheegg,whoseuniongavemebirth，andalsothewarmandcozyuterusthatledme．Theworldissofabulouslybeautiful．IfonedayIhavetoleaveit，butthatwon’tbeformany，manyyearsyet，Iwillhaves,asIhaveenjoyedlifetothehilt.”ThenDimitrithoughtaleisurelywalkinthiscolorfultwilightwouldbeassuaveaswalkingontheclouds．Sohandsbehindhisback，hesaunteredon,soengrossedinhisenjoymentofnaturethatheicedthetwomeninthebckcarwhofollowedhimstealthilyatadistancelikeaphantom．

    Dimitri’sreveriewasrudelyinterruptedbyCharles，adumbhomelessperson，whorusheduptohim，haig，asifhehadsentmessagetovey．WhenhesawDimitricouldn’tmakeheadortailofhissigns,hepulledhimimpatientlytowardsthestorewindowsofanearbyshopprodugmannequins．Hepoihegroupofmannequins，figuresindifferentstancesexhibitedthere，auredfrantically；butDimitristillcouldn’tuaampedhisfootinexasperationandindistinguishable，animallikesoundscamefromhisthroat,asifinhisfrustratioryingtospeak．Finally,hesighedindesperatiohepalmofhishandwithhisotherfistandwalkedpetuntlyaway，shakinghisheadsorrowfully．Dimitrigazedafterhiminperplexity，attemptingtofigureoutwhathewastryingtosay．Heturnedhiseyestothemannequinsihewindowtosolvetheproblem,butstillnothingclicked．Thenhisthoughtsagaiowhathewasthinkingofbeforehewasinterrupted．

    "IfGoddoesexistandmanwascreat