"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．
"IfGoddoesexistandmanwascreatedacctohisimageandlikehesemannequins，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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