Book1:TeDream-Maker (第601/711页)

manlifewasbutananicmaeandonedaywouldiablybetotaled，too．Butsolongastheybreathed,theycouldstilllive;forbreathingwasthepurestifsimplestenjoymentofthefleshbody．Solongastheirbrainsfuned，theyhadreaso．Thoughtsmightbetheinofsorrow，buttheywerealsothesourceofthehighestformofhappihesetwohadstruggledalldayandwerelookingforwardtoadelieal,afterwhichtheywouldslipintothemysteriousdarknessandenjoythesweetnessofslumber．Butas,itwasonlytoawaittheingofthemorrow,anotherdayle．Meanwhile，Markwaslockedinhisroom．Perhapshewasstilltryingtopuzzleoutthatplicatedmathematicalproblem;orhemaybeilyresearghispreciousprizefromtheruins．Oneday，hewasboundtouandthedifferehesexesandthatmasturbationwasnottheonlywaytosatisfytheneedsofh