Book3:WereMyDreamIs
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n’tsleepmuight…Don’tevenwanttomove,soIwilljusttakeanaphere.”Helookedatthemagnifitandgrandiosebuildingacrossthestreetandsaidsleepily,“ThemostpracticalwouldbetogetwhatIdputtheWorldBankintomybrainstoweaveafabulousdream.Idoothinkofanythingelse.”Sayingso,heydownonthegroundandwassoonsnaway.DimitriseemedtobetalkingtothesleepingDavid,butheseemedmoretobetalkingtohimself, “Younotonlyputthatmagnifitandgrandiosebuildingacrossthestreetintoyourbrains,youputthewholeworldtheretoo.Youevenputthewholeuniverseintoyourbrain.Thenyouwillrealizethattimeandspaotexistanymoreahingisequaltozero.”Iling,flourishiropolis,pedestrianswerebusilygoingabouttheirownbusiness.Noonewouldpauseorpaytheleastattentiontothetwodirtyandraggedhomelesspersons,oingandonesleeping.Ifthissocietywereahugeandprecisemae,thesetwohoboswouldbetheuselessdiscardsandwastematerialitproduced. 150页 TheflowingcrowdofpeoplehustledandbustledaboutswarmingintotheBARTstatioerwaveandsurgingoutjustasbusily.Imaginationaivitystoodhandinhandamongthecrowd,lookingattheseaofhumanfaces,wwhichweretheoheycouldpick.ItwasCreativity‘ssharpeyesthatcaughtsightoftheirtarget.ShesqueezedImagination’shand,threwhimawarninggndsaid, “WhatdoyouthinkofthatothegateoftheBARTstation,therewasamiddle-agedmaninhisfiftiesholdingabriefcase,alkingtowardstheparkinglot.Hewaslydressed.Hischiseledfeatureswereclearcut,solemnandaloof,obviouslynotamarifledwith.“Doyouknowwhat’sinhisbriefcase?”askedCreativity.Imaginatioheold-fashionedbriefcase,hisx-raylikeeyespeingintoitsinteriorandresponded, “He’sawyer.Therearelotsoffilesinhissuitcase,allofthemmateriabouthistwhowasafamousathlete..Thatwasanoldcasethatexplodedontothesocialseyearsagoandcapturedtheattentionofthewholenation.Iteveosocialu,insurgendracialtension…Histwaseanaffairbetweenhiswife,whowas20yearsyouhanhe,andanothermanandinafitofjeale,killedthemboth.Theriedtomakearunforit,butwasstoppedattheborderbythepolidbroughtback.Alltheevidencepoiohisguilt.” “pehen?”askedCreativity.“Whatwastheverdict?Sincehekilledtwopeopleiionallyheshouldgetthedeathpenalty,right?” “No”repliedImaginationindignantly.“Notonlydidhehedeathpenalty,thejuryacquittedhimandhewasreleased!Wasn’tthateous?” “Really!”excimedCreativity.“Howcouldthatbe?” “Thedefendantwasafamousathleteandamulti-millionaire.Hecouldaffathertogetheragroupofthebestdefensewyersinthetryknownasthe“DreamTeam”.Thesewereoldhandsofthecourtroomandkneweverytrickofthetrade.Theywereexpertsatmaniputingthewandkneweveryloophole.Iheygotthemurdereroffscot-free.” “IfIwerethejudge”criedCreativityangrily“Iwouldthathappeninmycourt.Thisisanotherexampleofmiscarriageofjustice.ThesewyerswhomaketheirlivingmaniputingthewinsteadofupholdingitwillneverbeallowedtoeheKingdomofDreamsanddisturbthatbright,sereneparadiseoh.”Imaginationfrownedasifengrossedinthought. “You’ttarnishthewholeprofessioninonebroadstroke”heprotested.“Therearesomanywsandtheyaresoplicatedthataypersoncouldeasilybecaughtinitswebandnotknowhowtogetout.Thentheywouldbadlyhehelpofw