Book1:TeDream-Maker
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doueranother．Ontherges，namesandnumbersfshed．"Mr．XXXdonatedXXX"，whileappreciativeappuseroseahenthebandabruptlygedtoahot，fasttuhedancersacceleratedtheirspeed,swingiicallytothemusic．Theirfrenziedforms，swingingtotherhythmofasilentchorus，dangiion，remindedDimitrioftheshadowysilhouetteshesawintheeroftheluxuriousofficebuildingthatafternoon．Foramomeheillusionthatthey，too，hadjoiheball．Butno．Thesewererealfleshandbloodhumans，thoughtheirdeliriouslygiddymovementsseemedtoindicateeageriionstoseparatetheirsouls,ifany,fromtheirbodiesthroughtheseintensevibrations．Answeringthecallofnature，Dimitristoodupaheballroom．Ohroughthespacious，emptyhallway，hewasjoinedbyanoldgentlemaninhissixties，boundforthesamedestination．Almostatthesametime，theyehemen’sroom，eachchoseaurinandstoodsidebyside．Withthesamemovement,theyunzipped,tookouttheirpenisesago．Dimitriquicklyputbackhispenisandzippeduphistrousers,buttheoldmanwasslowinurinating．Afteroversixtyyearsofuse,hismuscleswerefbbyandloosearoublepressingthesuperfluousliquidoutofhisbody．AsDimitriwasdryinghishands,theoldmaothebasin．Hesmiledandsaid， "Hi!Howd’yado?I’mMikeKeilly.” "Hi!Gdtomeetyou．Youmustbethegreatrealestatemag．I’mDimitri.” "Gdtomeetyoutoo．What’syourlineofbusiness?" "Idon’treallydomuch．Justloafaroundandpyalittlewithstocks.” "YoumustbeoheWallStreetmoversandshakers.” "Whyso?" "BecauseonlymajortsofWorldBankalloverthenationwereionight.Someflewinespeciallyforit．IknewpresidentKaffeewasagreatoneforbusiness,butIneverdreamedhewasinforcharityaswell.”Hemovedovertoohehand-dryingmaesandtinued．"Iwonderwhyheisonight．It’simpolitenottoshowupathisownfund-raisingfun，especiallywhentheguestscameathispersonalrequest．Iwonderwhat’skeepinghim?"Dimitrikeptadiscreetsilencewhilesayingtohimself， "Ofcoursehe’te．He’sbeenturostoneandnolongerotakealeek.” 14 "I’mafraidhisabsencewilldampentheardorofthedonors.” “No,Idon’tthinkso,”saidDimitri．"I’msuretheywilttaintheirprojectedamountandmore.” "I’mnotasoptimisticasyouare,sir.” "Justwaitaheyeachotheraheirownway，theirreflesdisappearingfromthepolishedmirror． Thehallwaywasnotasdesertedasitwas．Ayoungmanwasusingthepublieatoneendandainglybeautifulwomaninapaleblue,daringly-cuteveninggownwassmokinginthelounge．Hergown,whichleftonedazzlingwhiteshoulderandarmbare,wassewedwithgoldthread．Shesatthere,legsgracefullycrossed,onehandholdingalightedcigarette，apictureofidece．ShemightbeanythingfromadissoluteharlottoaBohemianartist．AsDimitrisaunteredbyhersofa，hegncedcasuallyather．Theenteroftwopairsofeyescausedanunpretedimpactthatgavehisheartagreatjolt．Thatnobleforehead,finelychiseled,sadeyesdeepasapool，seemedhauntinglyfamiliar，buthecouldnotforthelifeofhimrememberwherehehadseenherorrecallwhichdreamshehadonceappearedin．Heheardsomeonecall， "el,eiinghasbegun!"Andtheyoungutouthercigarettebutt,stoodupandfollowedDimitriintotheballroom． ThemusichadstoppedandMegginnwasoform,speakingpassionatelyandpersuasivelyabouthercharity．ShethenthaheabsentMr．Kaffeeforspthefunan