Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第176/327页)

exhasbeearampage,increasingthenumberofabortionsandillegitimatechildren.Societyhasbeoreplicatedandillogical.Marryinginhastewithoutmuchthoughtleadsiablytodivorce.Thenseekingthesameunattainablehappiheyremarryadivorcedagain.Thusmarriageanddivorcehasbeeanunendingcycle,asoingthreemealsadayandsoontheyfindtheirwholelifehadgoneby,fritteredawayinsuchtrivialpursuit,seekinghappinesseverunattainable.Ifeelthatthisisthewrongwaytogo.HowIhopewecouldgobackfiftyyears,eveurywhensocietywasmoreservativeanduhestraintsofmoralitypeoplehaveamorerationaluandingofloveandsex.Manandwomanwouldbewillingtoghalongerperiodofknowinganduandingeachotherandmarriagewouldnolongerbeanirrationaldecision.Thatiswhatmodernsocietyneedsrightnow.Yourideawasright.Yougofromlovetosex,butCharinadoyouknowthatthereisanothermoresuperiorandnobleformoflovethatrisesabovesex?”

    “Anothermoresuperiorandnobleformoflovethatrisesabovesexuallove?Whatthatbe?”askedCharina,quitemystified.

    “IthinkIwilsktwonymphsfromheaventoedownandexpinittoyousoyouwouldbetteruandwhatImean.”Imaginationputherfioherlipsshesaid,“Sh-sh-sh.Bequie.”Thenraisingherheadtolookupatthemyriadofstarsintheskies,shecuppedherhandsandloweredhervoicewhispering,“Hey,Charmaine!Clementine!Whatareyoutwodoing?Areyoufree?Ifso,whydon’tyouedowhforamoment?IwantyoutomeetanewfriendofKingDimitri’swhomIthinkhewouldlikeyoutwotomeet.”

    Intheskiesabovetherosegardenbythekefloatedsomeclouds.Therewerenowindssotheystayedstableandunmovingasifasleep.Uheluminousmoonlight,twosveltefigures,onefollowedbyanother,fshedby,jumpingfromonecloudtoanother,ahosefurtheron.Theyworeflimsyclothesresemblingthesemi-transparentwingsonflies,givingoffstiltinggoldensparkleuhemoonlight,nowrevealingnowcealingtheirfasatingfiguresastheyjumpedandflewfromcloudtocloud.Astheygotherosegardewoofthembecamegreatlyexcited.Atthesametimeinthedarknessonthegroundbelow,sometallhuskyfiguresemergedfromtheshadowsandwererunningtowardstherosegarden.Oneoffigures,ashortmanwithpointedheadandsmallmouse-likeeyesstoppedtheoonsandrubbedhiseyessaying,

    “Heyguys!Didyouseetwobeautifulyounggirlsfshbyonthecloudsabove?Didyouseethem?”Hisboss,ahuskybrawnytoughguysnarled,

    “Shutyourtrap,yougoonywimp,something’swrongwithyoureyes.Whatbeautifulyounggirls?Allyouthinkofiswome’sgetonwithitandnotwastetime.Ifourquarryescapesitwillbeallfornothing!”Justastheywereabouttosetoffagain,twofiguresintheskiesabovesuddenlyjumpedoffthecloudsandfloatedlightlydowntardewofeathers.Thatmanwiththepointedheadandmouselikeeyespoiheskiessaying,

    “Nothingiswrongwithmyeyes!WasIwrong?Look!Don’tyouallseeit?Iwasn’twrongwasI?Areyouallblind?Thistimeit’snotonlyonegirl,it’sseveral!Oneisinthegardenandtwomoredroppingdownfromthesky.Heyboss,you’reinluck!”Inthefaceofreality,thehusky,brawnytoughguyhadnothingtosaythistime.Heswipedhismouthwiththebackofhishandasiftowipeoffthesalivathatwasdroolinginhismouth.

    “Son-of-abitch”heexcimed.“Istherereallysuchathingasfairiesingdowhfromtheskies?Therereallyweretwofemaleswhojumpeddownfromtheclouds.Idon’tgive