Book1:TeDream-Maker (第143/166页)

entonoticetheywerealiveahing，toobusytoenjoyandrejoiceattheverymagicofexistence．Agroupofsmallchildrenpraalking,ughing,shoutinganimatedly,likefriskyshrimpsorlivelysmallfishfroligintheshallowwaters，jumpingandscootingaround．Oheygrewup，theytoowouldbeelonelyfish，reservedandimpersonal，swimmingaboutier，notunigwitheachotherthoughlivinginagroup．Dimitrithought，inthecurrentoftime，everyoneislikeafish，includinghimself．Hewasonlyafishthatlikedtolurkiers,immobileandhushed,whilelidedbusilyaroundatthetopofthewaterseekingsurvival．Theydidnothavethetimetothinkofthesignificeoflivingorthevalueofexistence．Ifoheywentdowntothedeepandremaihere,stilndmotioheywouldthensuddenlyuandthattheywereliving．

    Immersedinthisthoughts，Dimitrisuddenlyfoundhimselfatabustlinginterse，wherecaraftercarfshedby,ionreagtheirdestinations,loathingtowasteevenonesedoftheirprecioustime．Whattheydidnotrealizewasthattheywereactuallysquanderingawaytheirlifebecausetheyweresacrifigtheirleisure．Finallyhecrossedthebusystreetandcametoaremoteerofthecity．

    "Ishouldgobaydipidatedshelter,”hethought．"Ihaven’tbeenbacktothatnarrowalleyforquiteawhile．Thereireat,Iwouldbefarawayfromthehustleandbustleofthecity，uedbysunriseandsu．Sunshineandmoonlightwillbebutsuccessivealterationsoflightoutsidemydoor．ThereIfullysavorthetasteoflife，enioysomelovelydreamsandthepleasureofbreathing.”Thenhepassedaluxuriousofficebuilding,intheerofwhiyshadowysilhouettescouldbeseenmovingaround．Someseemedtobebaogethersinginginasilentchoir．Otherswereshakingtheirbodiestotherhythmoftime,dangiion．Allwentoninabsolutesilence,likeanoccasionalturbulentwhirlpoolinabodyofwater．Soontheywouldbegone，sweptbyittopartsunknown．Ifpeoplediedandtheirsoulstioliveon，theywouldbeabletoenjoylifefullerthantheydidduringtheirlifetime，asthentheywouldhavemoreleisure．Isn’tthefleshbodythenayokeonthesoul?No，toenjoylifewewaituntildeath．Wefreeourselvesfromthestraintsimposeduponus”

    Raisinghishead，Dimitrisuddenlysawabattered，beige-coloredautomobilestrahecurbofthestreet．Itsbeautifulyoungmistresswasstandingbythedoorofthecar，dressedinalightgraysuit,smilily,herlonggoldenhairtousledinthewind．

    "Whyhi!It’syouagain,Dimitri．Iknewwe’dmeetagain!"

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    "HiMegginn!"saidDimitrihasteninguptoher．"Whyareyouherealone?Hasthecarbeenagupagain?"

    "I’mafraidso,”shesaidruefully．"Iwasjusthopingyou’dappearagainoutofnowhereandetomyrescue,andhereyouareatthemostopportuime!"

    "Thehonorisallmine,”saidDimitrigalntly.Megginngotintoherdsatinthedriver’sseat,whileDimitripushedwithallhismight．Therge,heavycarbegantomoveslowly．Theenginepurredandthecarcametolife．Megginnputherheadoutofthewindowandsaid，

    "eon,jumpin!"andDimitrididsowithoutthinkingtwice.Dimitrisatthere,tooexuberanttoenjoythesery，hisattentionfullyteredonthisyoungwomanhesotallyentered．

    "WellMegginn，howhaveyoubeendoing?"

    "Prettygood．Iwasgoingtodumpthisoldthejunkyardarestforever，butwhenIgotthereandsawthelitter，Ijustcouldn’tdoit!Itwastoocrueltoletmyoldfriendbedismemberedandcrushed．I’mallforlivealive，soIgedmymindand