Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第1138/1399页)

ascausedbythebloomingofthebeautifulredflowerinthemidstofthedirtyandsqualidgarbagepile,whiturntriggeredearthshakingges.Wasn’tthereamagicalswitthedepthofeveryman’sbrain,whichcouldbeturnedonandoffathiswill?Youcouldturnittowardsbrightness,serenityandpermanendenterawonderfulnewworld.Turnitintheoppositedireandyouwouldfallintothedeepandfathomlesspitofsinandenjoysensualpleasuresthatbenumbsandparalyses.It’safreechoicetobedecidedbyyoualoinfluencedorpressuredbytheoutsideworld.Atthatthought,Dimitrisnappedhisfingers,whistledshrilly,pickeduphiswhiteeandwalkedjauntilyawayfromthedesertedrosegardenwhistlinghappily,forhehadfoundthemagicalswithisbrainanddecidedwhichwaytogo.

    Dimitriwalkedalongwhistlinghapp