Book1:TeDream-Maker (第120/711页)

ouwant，butyoushouldn’thavegottenyourson-of-a-bitch’slovertomurderoldJatopayyamblis．Hewasdettous.Youdeservedtodie．Youdid．Youdid．Yhtallthisonyourself．Ihadnothingtodowithit，youbitch!Bitch!Bitch！！！"Dimitriraisedhisvoidwasshoutinghysterically．Suddenly，hestoppedtalkingaosphimselfonthecheek．"WhatabumIamtotalklikethisaboutmyownmotherwhohasbeendeadalltheseyears．Ifshewasbad,sheunishedforitandpaidherdues．WhoamItobeheriudge?HowgoodamI？WhohaveIinthisworld?”Hebawledlikeachild,huddledinaeroftherosegarden.Butthen,hisfiouchedthebottleofliquorandhemumbledtohimself"Yes,Imightaswellgetdrunk!Mightaswellgetdrunk!”

    Theliquorsentastreamofwarmthrightdowntohisabdomen.Dimitrifelttipsyandwasetedagain．Heughedandtal