Chapter 1006: Chapter 50: There Is No Path to Being an Immortal in This World (12)
As the buttons instantly snapped, a feeling of liberation from restraint emerged spontaneously. Luo Pianqian felt nothing much, only a fortable sensation. After hearing Sister Long’s voice, the anxious heart relaxed at once.
The happiness of fort and reassurance stacked together turned into double joy… no, it should be triple joy.
Because she also saw the boss who had always been good to her.
Wow!
The little butterfly monster’s face instantly lit up with a cheerful smile—perhaps also a bit of excitement, as her hands clenched tightly like a fan seeing her idol, with her hands placed at her chest, creating a lovely three-dimensional arc over the half-revealed, snow-white skin.
But in the dense fog, they seemed less clear, and it was unknown who grouped the Foglight Knights to guard their purity.
Long Xiruo glanced at Luo Pianqian, somewhat aware that this guy lacked intuition… but she didn’t mind much. If it were someone else… but the man here probably wouldn’t be shaken by such things, right?
“Long time no see.”
Just as Long Xiruo thought, Luo Qiu first picked up the buttons on the ground, then took out a jacket from his backpack, regrettably saying, “It’s probably inconvenient to sew it on now, so just drape it over?”
“Oh! Okay!” Luo Pianqian nodded.
This kind of natural and unguarded conversation, without awkwardness, what’s happening here? Long Xiruo froze somewhat… It felt like similar things happened before?
Luo Pianqian quickly donned the jacket provided by Luo Qiu. The jacket seemed a bit loose, but it effectively countered the Foglight Knights’ work.
Just Luo Pianqian at this moment still had an annoyed expression and said, “Recently, the chest area keeps growing. I originally wanted to alter my clothes, but I couldn’t alter them well, and the buttons broke several times on their own.”
Luo Qiu was startled, then chuckled somewhat amusedly; this guy always could let him naturally laugh out loud from the bottom of his heart.
“Next time, let You Ye help you modify your clothes?” Luo Qiu whispered.
“Okay, okay!” Luo Pianqian also thought little and directly nodded in agreement.
Just Long Xiruo heard something off… This dialogue between the two seemed like neighboring friends who have been acquainted for a long time?
The carefree and clumsy neighboring little sister and the very caring neighboring brother?
“It’s not the time for small talk now, you two.” Long Xiruo had to lightly cough twice to remind these two guys that the present state was not the occasional noon walk.
“Sister Long, I was worried sick about you!” But Luo Pianqian at this time knelt on the ground, drew Long Xiruo into her embrace, “You suddenly disappeared; I was so scared I couldn’t find you!”
With a touch of fear and a slight sobbing tone.
Long Xiruo instinctively wanted to offer two forting words, but suddenly that heavy pressure pressed against the cheeks, a feeling of speechlessness made Long Xiruo swallow the words back.
Luo Qiu watched Long Xiruo’s embarrassed look with amusement, but this amount made Long Xiruo want to find a hole to crawl into.
Speaking of it, usually calm, self-controlled, why have recent times made it easy to feel inexplicable irritation because of various things… It seems like after losing the True Dragon’s power, emotional fluctuations have intensified increasingly.
This state suddenly made Long Xiruo feel puzzled, or perhaps… she indeed was just a hastily matured flawed product?
Ever since gaining the True Dragon’s inheritance, instantly gaining a large amount of ancient knowledge, True Dragon’s power directly transformed her into another tier of life form, directly skipping several age groups, growing… Growing and then perpetually pausing.
“Did you encounter anything terrifying?”
But Luo Qiu understood the principle of moderation and seemed to grasp Long Xiruo’s explosive threshold, so timely asked the question.
Then Luo Pianqian released Long Xiruo and briefly recounted the incidents occurring after she got separated.
Though narrated simply, the tense expression appeared again, with little fists clenched tightly at the chest, looking up with wide round eyes, “Really scary! Big red eyes! I almost thought I was going to be eaten!”
“It should be ‘Peeping’,” Long Xiruo furrowed her brows, her expression became grave, “That shadow… I’m afraid it’s not just simple loosening of the seal, but already broken.”
“If it got released, would it be troublesome?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
Long Xiruo replied irritably: “Of course. It still has no way to control its abilities well, and its intelligence is low. You saw it yourself, didn’t you? The area covered by this fog, space has bee somewhat chaotic. If the covered range expands, even the nation would hardly explain… Once supernatural phenomena exceed a certain threshold, no matter how ignorant the public, it surely can’t be simply fooled. We’ve spent a lot of energy modifying history to this current form.”
Over hundreds of years, even lengthy periods, hiding those abnormal, bizarre, unnatural powers within already past history, allowing society to transform into today’s society, where science prospers, but could very likely be destroyed suddenly.
This couldn’t be solely the work of Taoism, demon world, or even Divine Land’s transcendents… Behind it, probably still existed a boundless mighty force capable of controlling and granting all transcendents consensus.
In an instant, Luo Qiu remembered the Mirror World incident experienced not long ago.
Was it A Lai Ye?
But if truly as Long Xiruo said, it would cause huge chaos in the current historical process… Yet Luo Qiu didn’t feel that A Lai Ye showed any intent to intervene.
The allowance for such development… or perhaps this was also an acceptable, predetermined development.
“Hey, are you listening?” Long Xiruo noticed Luo Qiu seemed distracted, couldn’t help but furrow her brows.
“Sorry, I remembered some things.” Luo Qiu came back to his senses, curiously asked, “Is there anything I can help with?”
If this truly was allowed by A Lai Ye, even part of the original plan… I don’t know after taking action, how the other side would react?
Or possibly verify once more the so-called origin authority, whether it can truly act at will against A Lai Ye… Uh, correctly said, even rewriting the historical process can make her unconditionally non-resistant?
003, who is A Lai Ye, is merely a sub-administrator, so the will of the manager higher up that the sub-administrator must obey…
“Help me find that place where the seal was applied.” Long Xiruo gritted her teeth and suddenly said, “If the seal wasn’t broken by external force, but rather by growth in strength from within, there should still be a possibility of repair… As long as it’s sealed again, things would be much simpler.”
“Then let’s go.” Luo Qiu nodded, then waved his hand.
A gentle whirlwind naturally rose beside him, drawing away the surrounding mist and opening up a clear space, “I heard it’s a pond… It should be in this direction.”
Long Xiruo suddenly moved her lips, and without warning, anger flared… Why didn’t he create a passable environment like this from the start?
“Because now I’ve just found a reason for being wasteful.” Luo Qiu blinked his eyes.
Ah… Really want to flatten this guy’s face into a pig’s head!!!
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…
In the quiet courtyard, Mr. Blind sat opposite Daoist Bai Jie. As a senior, Daoist Bai Jie should be hosted by Mr. Blind—and Daoist Bai Jie was also considered a guest.
“Time really flies, just a blink and decades have passed.” Daoist Bai Jie chuckled at this moment, “I thought I wouldn’t see you return within a century, but you came back quite quickly.”
Mr. Blind was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, “It was my senior brother who left a message for me, prompting my return.”
“Tianxin Seventy-One Generations?” Daoist Bai Jie was slightly surprised and opened his eyes gently.
The Heart of Heaven is the title given to the only heir of each generation of Clothed Daoist’s disciples, and the generation number is added after it to distinguish each contemporary successor.
Strictly speaking, Lai Caisheng should be referred to as ‘Tianxin Seventy-Two Generations’ or simply ‘Seventy-Two Generations’.
“But after I arrived here, I can no longer calculate my senior brother’s whereabouts.” Mr. Blind sighed at this moment.
Daoist Bai Jie took a sip of the freshly brewed tea, then fell silent for a moment, “Seventy-One Generations, what reason prompted you to e back.”
Mr. Blind was also silent at this time, then after a long pause, spat out two words: “Ley line.”
Daoist Bai Jie instantly half-opened his eyes, looked at Mr. Blind for a while before saying, “A long time ago, a et-like talent appeared in Clothed Daoist. Although this person had not formally bee the contemporary successor, in everyone’s eyes, he was already the new ‘Heart of Heaven Seventy-One Generations’…”
“It’s just that he was too proud, looking down on everything.” Daoist Bai Jie said calmly at this time, “This person thought he had grasped all the essence of Clothed Daoist, being blindly inflated. This person attempted to gather the Mount Tai Spiritual Vein’s power, thereby connecting the origin of The Twelve Dragon Veins of Shenzhou, leveraging the Power of Destiny to open the long-lost Penglai Gate. But when he reached the final moment, he could not control the world’s Power of Destiny, leading to an irreversible loss of control… To save this disaster, his teacher, the Seventy Generation, risked his life to eventually quell the calamity. Since then, the proud disciple voluntarily became a deserter, abandoning the inheritance of Clothed Daoist… Years passed, another disciple took over the burden of the Clothed Daoist and became the Seventy-One Generation, furthermore, cultivated an extremely outstanding successor. But now you tell me, during the Penglai conference once again, Seventy-One Generations suddenly began searching for ley line. Was the lesson from that time still not enough?”
“I can’t calculate even the slightest trace of my senior brother’s whereabouts.” Mr. Blind took a deep breath, “I spoke with Lai Caisheng earlier, from his words, he also seems unaware of the whereabouts of ‘Seventy-One Generations’, nor of what ‘Seventy-One Generations’ plans to do.”
“Heh… That kid Lai.” Daoist Bai Jie put down the teacup, then pounded his shoulder, “Clothed Daoist sure is, none are easy to deal with. Makes this old guy here have no time even to die.”
“Qingxia Zi is a person of great sin.” Mr. Blind sighed at this moment, “The Taoism-cultivated field pardoned me back then, I have no face to stay within China. I went to a foreign land, avoiding contact with all the Taoism people. If not for the message left here by senior brother, causing unrest, Qingxia Zi would have no face to e to Wolong Mountain Villa, let alone face Mr. Bai Jie.”
“Have you spoken to Lai Caisheng about this?” Daoist Bai Jie suddenly asked.
Mr. Blind shook his head, “He indeed asked me about these matters, but I was evasive and vague. However, given this kid’s skills, he’s probably had some thoughts already. In the future, he might still be able to deduce some aspects from the signs.”
“You rate that kid Lai quite highly.”
“He’s indeed more outstanding than I was back then.” Mr. Blind sighed.
“Indeed.” Daoist Bai Jie nodded, “Outstanding enough that it seems as if Qingxia Zi is back again… Hmm, now I’ve made up my mind, regarding the whereabouts of ‘Seventy-One Generations’, I’ll let people secretly pay more attention… But if you Clothed Daoist want to hide, it might be difficult.”
“These two days, I will fast and bathe, at the moment of switching years, try to catch a glimpse of fate, borrowing the instant of new and old replacement…”
“Then I’ll leave it to you.” Daoist Bai Jie nodded.
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A few small dishes and beer from Qingdao—of course, the temperature inside the small restaurant was controlled, enough for patrons to take off their coats, leaving only the lighter garments.
The small eatery was quite noisy at this time, making Mo Mo feel like he might have heard wrong—just minutes earlier, this white-haired girl claiming to be Nero, straightforwardly explained some ‘rules’ for trading with the club.
Mo Mo had also heard from his master, Elder Changhe, about the legend of this mysterious place—it’s only been around for the last century that it suddenly appeared in China.
Yet Mo Mo still couldn’t associate this legendary, mysterious place with that warm little shop owned by the senior.
Using chopsticks to pick up a salted peanut into her mouth, slowly chewing, Nero then pushed a small box forward, opening it before Mo Mo.
Upon opening it, the tiny light balls like jewels instantly made Mo Mo feel astonished—without a doubt, these beautiful night pearl-like light balls were indeed souls.
This little box was not large, but the number of light balls inside wasn’t less than thirty… If each represents a life.
“For customers, these are quite valuable purchase coins.” Nero chuckled softly.
“You…”
Suddenly, Mo Mo felt chills.
This cute and charming girl before him was actually an unequivocal soul collector, killing with ease…?
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䓘䍓
䶯䍓㝉
䶯䵋
䍓㻭䶯㽍䄵䟳
䶯䠊䓘㝛䍓䶯䂍㻭䂍䔝
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㻭䂔䍺䭠㝛
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盧
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䆡䍓䓘䠊䠊䀦㝛㻭䆡䶯䗮
䓘䟳㡵
擄
䍓㝉䶯
䓘㡵
䶯䔝㻭䂔㪌㝛䶯䂍
㝉䍓䶯
䓘䍓㻭䗮㬊㽍
䆡䍓䂔䀦㿨䓘䗮㝛䍓䟳䓘䟳
䶯䭠䟳䗮㬊
䈬㽍㩚䶯䶯
㬊䓘䍓㻭㽍䗮
㻭䆡㝛
㿨㝛㻭
䶯䍓㝉
㝛䓘䄵㝛䍓䗮㻭䀦
㽍䟳䄵䶯䍺㻭䍓
㻭㝉䀦䠊㝛
㡵䓘
㻭㽍䈬
㝉䶯䍓
䓘㡵
櫓
櫓
㝛䶯䮎䗮䭠䂍䶯
䶯㻭㽍䍓䍓
老
䶯䵋
䆡䀦䓘䍓䍓䔝䑏䗮䂍䗮㝛㻭
老
㝉䶯䍓
䓘㿨䑏䑏䈬䑏䟳䂍
蘆
路
盧
䍺䂍䓘㽍䀦
㝛㿨㻭
䂔䈬㻭㻭
䈬䗮㝉䍓
㽍㿨㻭䗮
㝛㻭
㿓䭠㻭䟳㝛䓘
㩚䆡㻭㩚㻭䶯㻭㝛䶯䟳
㻭㿓㝛䭠䟳䓘
䍓䓘
㬊䭠䟳䗮䶯
䍓䶯㝉
䋌㝛 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䵋䓘㚿䍺 㿨䓘䀁䶯㝛㽍 䓘㡵 㽍䓘䀦䂍㽍 㻭䟳䶯 䆡䓘㝛㽍䍓㻭㝛䍓䂍䂔 䶯䠊䗮䍓䍓䗮㝛䭠 㻭㝛 㻭䀦䟳㻭 䓘㡵 㝉㻭䍓䟳䶯㿨 㻭㝛㿨 㿨䶯㽍㩚㻭䗮䟳䑏䑏䑏 㧱䟳䓘䵋㻭䵋䂍䂔䍺 䗮䍓’㽍 䍓㝉䶯 䈬㻭䗮䂍䗮㝛䭠 䓘䔝䶯䟳 㝉㻭䔝䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯䗮䟳 䂍䗮䔝䶯㽍 㝉㻭䟳䔝䶯㽍䍓䶯㿨䍺 䓘㝛䂍䂔 䍓䓘 䵋䶯 䆡䓘㝛㡵䗮㝛䶯㿨 䗮㝛 䍓㝉䗮㽍 㽍䠊㻭䂍䂍 䵋䓘㚿䑏
㵢䍓 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䠊䓘䠊䶯㝛䍓䍺 䄵䓘 䄵䓘 㩚䟳䶯㽍㽍䶯㿨 㝉䗮㽍 㝉䶯㻭㿨 㿨䓘䈬㝛䍺 㝉䗮㽍 䔝䓘䗮䆡䶯 㽍䓘䠊䶯䈬㝉㻭䍓 㝉䶯㻭䔝䂔䍺 “䋌 㿨䓘㝛’䍓 䦇㝛䓘䈬 䈬㝉㻭䍓 䍓㝉䶯 㧱䀦䟳䆡㝉㻭㽍䶯 䐺䓘䗮㝛 䟳䶯㻭䂍䂍䂔 䗮㽍… 䵋䀦䍓䍺 䗮㽍 䗮䍓 䟳䶯㻭䂍䂍䂔 䓘䦇㻭䂔 㡵䓘䟳 䂔䓘䀦 䍓䓘 㿨䓘 䍓㝉䗮㽍㤽”
䓘㡵
㝛䓘㿨䈬
䓘㡵
䄵䓘
㻭䂍䟳䭠䶯
㩚䗮㝛䍓
㝉䶯䟳
䄵䓘
㝉䶯䍓
䈬㝉䓘
㻭䍓
䭠㻭䂍㽍㽍䍺
㽍㻭䈬
䠊㝛䗮㻭㝛䍓㻭㝛䗮䭠䗮
䭠䭠䀦䗮㩚䂍㝛
䶯䵋䟳䍺䶯
䓘䠊䟳㡵
㝛䗮䗮㝛䟳䑏䦇䭠㿨
䶯䓘䟳䦏䍺
㿨䵋䶯㽍䗮䶯
䂍㿨䆡䭠䶯㝛㻭
䟳䀦䍓㩚䓘䶯㽍
䗮㩚䂔䂍㩚㝉㻭
“㬊䓘 䭠䶯䍓 䈬㝉㻭䍓 䂔䓘䀦 䈬㻭㝛䍓䍺 㻭䟳䶯 䂔䓘䀦 䍓䟳㻭䠊㩚䂍䗮㝛䭠 䓘㝛 䍓㝉䶯㽍䶯 䂍䗮䔝䶯㽍 㻭䟳䵋䗮䍓䟳㻭䟳䗮䂍䂔… 䍓䟳䶯㻭䍓䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯䠊 㻭㽍 䠊䶯䟳䶯 䍓䟳㻭㝛㽍㻭䆡䍓䗮䓘㝛 䭠䓘䓘㿨㽍㤽” 䄵䓘 䄵䓘’㽍 䔝䓘䗮䆡䶯 㽍㻭㝛䦇 㡵䀦䟳䍓㝉䶯䟳䑏
䦏䶯䟳䓘 䵋䂍䗮㝛䦇䶯㿨 㻭㝛㿨 㩚䀦䍓 㿨䓘䈬㝛 㝉䶯䟳 䂍㻭䟳䭠䶯 䭠䂍㻭㽍㽍 䗮㝛 㝉䶯䟳 㝉㻭㝛㿨䍺 䆡䀦䟳䗮䓘䀦㽍䂍䂔 㻭㽍䦇䗮㝛䭠䍺 “䋌 㽍㻭䂔䍺 䂍䗮䍓䍓䂍䶯 䵋䟳䓘䍓㝉䶯䟳䍺 䂔䓘䀦’䟳䶯 㝛䓘䍓 䓘㝛䶯 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䓘㽍䶯 䍽䀦㽍䍓䗮䆡䶯 䍓䂔㩚䶯㽍䍺 㻭䟳䶯 䂔䓘䀦㤽 㵢㝉… 䍓㝉㻭䍓’㽍 䟳䶯㻭䂍䂍䂔 䵋䓘䟳䗮㝛䭠䑏 㬊㝉䶯 䟳䀦䂍䶯㽍 䈬䶯䟳䶯㝛’䍓 㽍䶯䍓 䵋䂔 䠊䶯 䗮㝛 䍓㝉䶯 㡵䗮䟳㽍䍓 㩚䂍㻭䆡䶯䍺 䋌’䠊 䍽䀦㽍䍓 㡵䓘䂍䂍䓘䈬䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯䠊䑏 㩸䶯㽍䗮㿨䶯㽍䍺 䈬㝉䂔 㽍㝉䓘䀦䂍㿨㝛’䍓 䋌 㽍㩚䶯㝛㿨 䍓㝉䶯 䠊䓘㝛䶯䂔 䋌’䔝䶯 䶯㻭䟳㝛䶯㿨 䈬䗮䍓㝉 䠊䂔 㽍䦇䗮䂍䂍㽍㤽”
䍓㝉䶯
䶯㪌
㿨㝛㝉㻭㽍
㻭
㬊㝉䶯
㝛䀦㽍㿨㿨䂔䶯䂍
䍓㽍䀦䍽
䶯䍓㝉
䍓㝉㻭”㒕
䀦㩚
䓘䄵
䗮䍺䭠䂍䟳
䓘㡵
㝉䗮㽍
㿓”䓘
䓘䦇”䍽㷒䶯
䶯㝉䗮䭠䈬䍓
䍓㻭䶯䵋䑏䂍
䈬䓘㪌
䶯㻭䠊㿨
䍓㻭
䍓㻭䶯䂍䵋
䓘㝛
㻭㿨㝉䟳
㝉䍓䶯
䓘㝛䈬㿨
䈬㻭㝉䗮㿨䟳䗮䶯㝉䶯䍓䌩
䵋䂔
䓘䓘䍓㽍㿨
㝛䟳㝛䶯䗮㡵䗮䍓㿨㡵䶯
䂍㿨䓘䀦
㻭䆡㝛
䟳䭠㝛䂍䗮㻭䭠
㻭
㿨䶯䀦㝛䓘䗮䶯—㻭䆡㽍㽍
䂍䠊㝛䗮䭠㽍䠊㻭
䗮㡵䂍㷒㤽䶯
䓘䄵
䓘䂔䀦
䂔䀦䓘
㽍䍓…䀦䍽
䶯䶯㝛䔝
㝛䈬䓘䦇
䦇䗮䶯䂍
“㷒㝉㷒㻭䍓䍓
䂔㻭䀦㩚䍓䍺䵋䂍䟳
“㯷㝉䍺 䂔䓘䀦 䟳䶯㻭䂍䂍䂔 㻭䟳䶯 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䦇䗮㝛㿨 䓘㡵 㩚䶯䟳㽍䓘㝛䑏” 䦏䶯䟳䓘 䈬㻭䔝䶯㿨 㝉䶯䟳 㝉㻭㝛㿨䍺 “䅒䓘䓘䦇㽍 䂍䗮䦇䶯 䈬䶯 㝉㻭䔝䶯 㝛䓘 䆡㝉㻭㝛䆡䶯 䓘㡵 䍓䶯㻭䠊䗮㝛䭠 䀦㩚䍺 䓘㝛䆡䶯 䈬䶯 㡵䗮㝛䗮㽍㝉 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䠊䶯㻭䂍 䂍䶯䍓’㽍 䶯㻭䆡㝉 䭠䓘 䓘䀦䟳 㽍䶯㩚㻭䟳㻭䍓䶯 䈬㻭䂔㽍… 㵢䂍㽍䓘䍺 䂍䗮䍓䍓䂍䶯 䵋䟳䓘䍓㝉䶯䟳䍺 㿨䓘㝛’䍓 䂔䓘䀦 㡵䶯䶯䂍 䂔䓘䀦’䟳䶯 㿨䗮㽍䍓䀦䟳䵋䗮㝛䭠 䓘䍓㝉䶯䟳㽍㤽”
㬊㝉䶯 㿨䗮㝛䶯䟳㽍 㻭䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䠊㻭䂍䂍 䟳䶯㽍䍓㻭䀦䟳㻭㝛䍓 㻭䂍䂍 䂍䓘䓘䦇䶯㿨 䓘䔝䶯䟳 䍓䓘䈬㻭䟳㿨㽍 䍓㝉䶯䠊䑏
䓘䵋㚿
㡵䓘
䈬䗮䍓㝉
㡵䗮䍓
㻭
䓘㽍㽍䀦䂍䑏
䆡䶯㝉䟳䶯㿨㻭
䟳㡵䓘
䂍㡵㿨䶯䗮䂍
㝉䶯䍓
䋌㝛
䓘䄵
䶯䆡䂔䗮䂍䍓㿨䟳
䭠㻭䶯䟳䍺
䄵䓘
“㿓䓘㝛’䍓 䍓䓘䀦䆡㝉 䍓㝉㻭䍓䑏” 䦏䶯䟳䓘 㽍㻭䗮㿨 䆡䓘䂍㿨䂍䂔䑏
㵢䍓 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䠊䓘䠊䶯㝛䍓䍺 䄵䓘 䄵䓘 㡵䶯䂍䍓 㻭㽍 䗮㡵 䆡䓘䀦㝛䍓䂍䶯㽍㽍 㿨䶯䔝䗮䂍㽍 䈬䶯䟳䶯 㽍䍓㻭䟳䗮㝛䭠 㻭䍓 㝉䗮䠊䍺 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䀦䟳䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨䗮㝛䭠㽍 䈬䶯䟳䶯 㡵䗮䂍䂍䶯㿨 䈬䗮䍓㝉 㻭 䍓㻭㝛䭠䗮䵋䂍䶯 䠊䀦䟳㿨䶯䟳䓘䀦㽍 䗮㝛䍓䶯㝛䍓䍺 䠊㻭䦇䗮㝛䭠 㝉䗮㽍 䵋䓘㿨䂔 䗮㝛㽍䍓䗮㝛䆡䍓䗮䔝䶯䂍䂔 㽍䍓䗮㡵㡵䑏
㻭㝉䑏䔝䶯
㡵䓘
㝉㽍䶯䶯䍓
䂍䓘䀦㿨㝉㽍
䶯㽍䂔䶯
㽍䓘㽍䆡㝛䆡䂔㽍䂍䗮䓘䀦䵋䀦
䗮䂍…䟳䭠
䠊䀦㝉㻭㝛
䍓䶯㝉
䈬䶯䟳䶯
䂔䶯䶯㽍
䂍㿨䦇䓘䓘䶯
㻭䗮䗮䟳㝉䶯䌩㿨䶯㝉䈬䍓
䍓䓘㝛
㝛䍓䓘䗮
㪌䶯
䶯㝉䍓
“䞮䓘䀦 䈬㻭㝛䍓 䍓䓘 㽍㻭䔝䶯 䍓㝉䶯㽍䶯 㽍䓘䀦䂍㽍㤽” 䦏䶯䟳䓘 㽍㻭䗮㿨 䗮㝛㿨䗮㡵㡵䶯䟳䶯㝛䍓䂍䂔䍺 “䄴䀦䟳䶯䍺 䵋䀦䍓 䂔䓘䀦’㿨 䵋䶯䍓䍓䶯䟳 䵋䶯 㩚䟳䶯㩚㻭䟳䶯㿨 䍓䓘 䭠䶯䍓 䆡䀦䍓 㿨䓘䈬㝛… 䋌’䠊 㻭䆡䍓䀦㻭䂍䂍䂔 㝛䓘䍓 㽍䓘䠊䶯䓘㝛䶯 䈬㝉䓘’㽍 䶯㻭㽍䂔 䍓䓘 䍓㻭䂍䦇 䈬䗮䍓㝉䑏”
“䞮䓘䀦…”
䶯䍓㝉
䟳㝛䀦㿨䶯
㻭䍓䍓㝉
㽍䠊㻭䶯
䍓㝉䑏㽍䗮
㝉䍓䶯
㝛䓘䶯
䶯䠊䍓䍺㝛䓘䠊
䍓㝉䶯
䍓㝉䶯
䓘䵋䍺㚿
“䋌
䍓㝛㝉䶯
㡵䋌
㝛㻭䂔
䋌㽍䍓’
㝛䭠䓘㿨䗮
‘䋌䠊
㝉䍓㽍䗮
䓘䈬㝉
㝉䍓䶯
䠊䋌”‘
㻭㽍䍓㽍䍺㡵㝛㽍䓘䗮䗮䍓㻭䆡㿨䗮
䭠㝛䍓”㝉䑏䗮
㝉䍓䶯
䀦䂍䶯㽍䟳䑏
䦏䓘䶯䟳
䂔㻭㽍
䵋㻭䦇䆡
䂔䓘䀦
䂍㝛㡵䓘䂍䈬䭠䓘䗮
㡵䗮㝛㿨
䟳㽍䀦䶯䂍
䂍䀦䶯䑏”㽍䟳
䍓䂍㽍䗮䂍
㝉䶯㻭䔝
䓘䓘䦇䍓
䭠䓘
䶯㽍䍓
䍓㵢
㽍䍽䀦䍓
㬊㝉䶯 䗮䠊䠊䶯㝛㽍䶯 䦇䗮䂍䂍䗮㝛䭠 䗮㝛䍓䶯㝛䍓 㝉㻭㿨 㝛䶯䔝䶯䟳 㽍䀦䵋㽍䗮㿨䶯㿨䍺 䀦㝛㿨䶯䟳 䦏䶯䟳䓘’㽍 䭠㻭䀁䶯䍺 䄵䓘 䄵䓘 㡵䶯䂍䍓 䠊䓘䟳䶯 㻭㝛㿨 䠊䓘䟳䶯 㩚䟳䶯㽍㽍䀦䟳䶯㿨… 䶯䔝䶯㝛 䶯㚿䆡䶯䶯㿨䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 䀦㽍䀦㻭䂍 㽍䗮䍓䀦㻭䍓䗮䓘㝛 䈬䗮䍓㝉 䞮䓘䀦㝛䭠 䄵㻭㽍䍓䶯䟳 㩸㻭䗮 㪌䀦䍺 㪌䀦㻭㝛䭠 㩸㻭䗮㡵䀦䑏
“䮎䓘䟳䭠䶯䍓 䗮䍓䑏” 䦏䶯䟳䓘 㽍䍓䟳䶯䍓䆡㝉䶯㿨 䂍㻭䀁䗮䂍䂔䍺 䍓㝉䶯 䍓㻭㝛䭠䗮䵋䂍䶯 䦇䗮䂍䂍䗮㝛䭠 䗮㝛䍓䶯㝛䍓 䗮㝛 䍓㝉䶯 㻭䗮䟳 䔝㻭㝛䗮㽍㝉䶯㿨 䗮㝛㽍䍓㻭㝛䍓䂍䂔䑏 䄴㝉䶯 㽍䍓䓘䓘㿨 䀦㩚䍺 㽍䂍䀦㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 㻭䟳䍓 䍓䀦䵋䶯 䓘䔝䶯䟳 㝉䶯䟳 䵋㻭䆡䦇䍺 “㵢㝛䂔䈬㻭䂔䍺 䗮䍓 㿨䓘䶯㽍㝛’䍓 䠊㻭䍓䍓䶯䟳 䗮㡵 䋌’䠊 㻭䂍䓘㝛䶯䑏”
㿨㻭㝛
䟳䑏䂍㿨䶯䓘䶯䈬
䟳䶯䦏䓘
䂍䍓䶯㡵䍺
㝉䶯䍓
㿨䶯䟳㝛䍓䀦
䗮㝉㽍
㿨䶯㻭㝉
䠊㝛䶯䓘䍓䠊
㻭䦇䆡䵋
䓘䄵
䍺㿨䓘䈬㝛
㻭䍓㽍
㵢䍓
䂍㿨䀦㝛䶯䂔㽍㿨
䓘䄵
㪌䶯 㽍䀦䵋䆡䓘㝛㽍䆡䗮䓘䀦㽍䂍䂔 䟳䶯㻭䆡㝉䶯㿨 㡵䓘䟳 䍓㝉䶯 㝉䗮䂍䍓 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䶯 㩸䂍㻭䆡䦇 㒕䓘䓘㿨䶯㝛 䄴䈬䓘䟳㿨 䂍䶯㻭㝛䗮㝛䭠 㻭䭠㻭䗮㝛㽍䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䍓㻭䵋䂍䶯 䵋䀦䍓 㡵䓘䀦㝛㿨 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䶯䔝䶯㝛 䍓㝉䓘䀦䭠㝉 㝉䶯 䭠䟳䗮㩚㩚䶯㿨 䍓㝉䶯 㝉䗮䂍䍓䍺 㝉䗮㽍 㡵䗮㝛䭠䶯䟳㽍 㽍䍓䗮䂍䂍 㡵䶯䂍䍓 䀦㝛㽍䍓䶯㻭㿨䂔… 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䍓䟳䶯㝛䭠䍓㝉䍺 䍓㝉䶯 䠊䶯䍓㝉䓘㿨 㝉㻭㿨 䂔䶯䍓 䍓䓘 䟳䶯䆡䓘䔝䶯䟳䑏
“㯷㝉… 㻭䂍䠊䓘㽍䍓 㡵䓘䟳䭠䓘䍓䑏”
䓘㽍㝛㿨㿨䶯䀦
㽍䍓䑏䶯䶯㝛
䓘䔝䶯䆡䗮
㽍䶯䦏䓘䟳’
㻭㻭䍺䭠䗮㝛
䦇䂍䓘䓘
䈬䂍䶯㝉䓘
䍓䓘
䗮㝉䠊
䗮㽍㝉
㽍㻭㝛䆡䗮䭠䀦
䀦㩚䍺
䓘㿨䂔䵋
䓘㝛䍓䟳㡵
䓘䄵
䍓㩸䀦
䓘䄵
䂔䂍㻭䀦䍓䵋㩚䟳
䗮㝛
䓘㡵
䦏䶯䟳䓘 䠊䶯䟳䶯䂍䂔 㩚䗮䆡䦇䶯㿨 䀦㩚 㻭 㽍䦇䶯䈬䶯䟳 䓘㡵 䭠䟳䗮䂍䂍䶯㿨 䠊䶯㻭䍓 䓘㝛 䍓㝉䶯 䍓㻭䵋䂍䶯䍺 㽍䠊䗮䂍䶯㿨 㻭㝛㿨 㽍㻭䗮㿨䍺 “㬊㝉㻭㝛䦇㽍 㡵䓘䟳 䍓㝉䶯 䍓䟳䶯㻭䍓䑏䑏䑏 䂍䗮䍓䍓䂍䶯 䄵䟳䑏 䛟䀦㽍䍓䗮䆡䶯䍺 䵋䂔䶯~”
㵢㝛㿨 㽍㝉䶯 䂍䶯㡵䍓 䭠䟳㻭䆡䶯㡵䀦䂍䂍䂔䑏
䀦䠊䶯䟳㽍䶯㿨
䀦㽍䟳䑏䂍䶯
䓘㝛䶯
㝉䗮䠊䍺
䍓䶯㝉
㽍䂍䠊㻭䂍
䍓㝉䀦䍓㝉䓘䭠䤒
㻭䍓䶯㝛䍓䀦䟳䟳㽍㻭
㽍䗮䍓
䶯㽍䍓
䂍㿨䗮㡵䶯䂍
䓘䍓
䄵䓘
䈬㽍㻭
䗮䂍䈬䶯㝉
䍓㝉䶯
‘㽍䄵䓘
䈬㝉䓘
㝛䓘䶯
㝉㬊䶯
䍓㝉䗮䈬
䵋䍓䶯䂍㽍䀦
䍓䓘㝛䀦㝛䈬㝛䵋㽍䶯䦇
䠊㿨䗮㝛
㬊㝉䶯 䓘㝛䶯 䈬㝉䓘 㽍䶯䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䟳䀦䂍䶯㽍… 䍓㝉䶯 䓘㝛䶯 䈬㝉䓘 㽍䶯䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䟳䀦䂍䶯㽍䑏䑏䑏 㒕㻭㽍 䗮䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䄴䶯㝛䗮䓘䟳’㽍 䟳䀦䂍䶯㤽
䊣㽍䗮㝛䭠 㝉䀦䠊㻭㝛 㽍䓘䀦䂍㽍 㻭㽍 䍓䟳㻭㿨䗮㝛䭠 䆡䀦䟳䟳䶯㝛䆡䂔䑏
㻭㝉䈬䍓
“䟳㝛䶯䄴䍺䗮䓘
㻭䟳䶯
“䂔…䀦䓘
䑏䑏䑏
㵢㡵䍓䶯䟳 䂍䶯㻭䔝䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䠊㻭䂍䂍 䟳䶯㽍䍓㻭䀦䟳㻭㝛䍓䍺 䦏䶯䟳䓘 䭠䂍㻭㝛䆡䶯㿨 㻭䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䍓䟳䶯䶯䍓䍺 䵋䗮䍓䗮㝛䭠 䓘㝛 䍓㝉䶯 䭠䟳䗮䂍䂍䶯㿨 䠊䶯㻭䍓 㽍䦇䶯䈬䶯䟳 䈬㝉䗮䂍䶯 䠊䀦䍓䍓䶯䟳䗮㝛䭠䍺 “䅒䗮䍓䍓䂍䶯 䄵䟳䑏 䛟䀦㽍䍓䗮䆡䶯… 㩚䟳䓘䵋㻭䵋䂍䂔 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 䵋䓘㽍㽍 䈬䓘䀦䂍㿨 䂍䗮䦇䶯䍺 䍓㝉䗮㽍 㽍䓘䌩䆡㻭䂍䂍䶯㿨 㝛䓘䵋䂍䶯 䆡㝉㻭䟳㻭䆡䍓䶯䟳䑏”
㻭
䂍䶯䍺㻭䂔䂍
㩚䟳䶯䆡䂍䂔䗮㽍䍺䶯
㻭㿨㝉䑏㝛
䟳䠊䓘䶯
䂍䭠䂍䟳䶯䗮㿨
㻭㒕䗮䭠䂍䦇㝛
㝉䟳䶯
䍓㻭
㻭
䠊䶯䍓㻭
䍓䶯㝉
㡵䓘
㻭䍓
㩚䂔䗮䂍䀦䗮䂍㡵䍓
䂍㻭䶯䍺㝛
䟳䓘
䦇㝛䓘䗮䂍䓘䭠
㿨䓘䭠
䍓㝉㝉䓘䀦䟳䭠
㻭㿨㝉䶯
䦏䟳…䶯䓘
䍓䶯㝉
㽍䍓㻭䟳䂔
㽍䍓䗮
䍓䀦䓘
㿨䦇㩚䶯䓘
䗮㝛
䦏䶯䟳䓘 㽍䍓㻭䟳䶯㿨 㻭䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䠊䗮㽍䶯䟳㻭䵋䂍䶯 㿨䓘䭠䍺 䶯㻭䍓䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 䟳䶯㽍䍓 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䦇䶯䈬䶯䟳 㩚䗮䶯䆡䶯 䵋䂔 㩚䗮䶯䆡䶯䍺 㻭㝛㿨 㡵䗮㝛㻭䂍䂍䂔 䍓㝉䟳䶯䈬 䍓㝉䶯 䵋㻭䠊䵋䓘䓘 㽍䍓䗮䆡䦇 䈬䗮䍓㝉 䍓㝉䶯 䂍㻭㽍䍓 㩚䗮䶯䆡䶯 䓘㡵 䭠䟳䗮䂍䂍䶯㿨 䠊䶯㻭䍓 䓘㝛䍓䓘 䍓㝉䶯 䭠䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨䍺 䵋䀦䍓 䍓㝉䶯 㿨䓘䭠 䍽䀦㽍䍓 䂍䓘䓘䦇䶯㿨䍺 㝉䶯㽍䗮䍓㻭䍓䗮㝛䭠 䍓䓘 䠊䓘䔝䶯 㡵䓘䟳䈬㻭䟳㿨䑏
䦏䶯䟳䓘 䆡㝉䀦䆡䦇䂍䶯㿨䍺 㽍㻭䂔䗮㝛䭠䍺 “䦏䓘 䆡䓘䀦䟳㻭䭠䶯 䍓䓘 䶯䔝䶯㝛 㡵䗮䭠㝉䍓 㡵䓘䟳 䍓㝉䶯㽍䶯 㿨䗮㽍䆡㻭䟳㿨䶯㿨 䂍䶯㡵䍓䓘䔝䶯䟳㽍… 䋌 㽍㻭䂔䍺 䈬㝉䂔 㝛䓘䍓 䍽䀦㽍䍓 㿨䗮䶯䑏”
㬊㝉䶯
䍓䗮䑏䵋
㝛䗮䍓䓘
㻭㝛㿨
䶯䍓䂍䠊䀦䗮㻭䍓䂍䂔
䶯䍓䍓㝉䶯
䓘㿨䭠
䶯䍓㝉
䂔䵋
䗮㿨㿨
䍓䗮䵋
䍓䗮㽍
䂍䂍䶯䂔㻭
㝛䓘䍓
㻭㻭䍺㿨㝛䔝䆡䶯
㻭䶯䟳㿨䍓䶯䍓䶯䟳
䟳䠊䶯䂔䶯䂍
㿨䟳䵋㻭䶯
䦏䶯䟳䓘 䆡䓘㝛䍓䗮㝛䀦䶯㿨 䓘㝛䍺 㝉䶯䟳 㡵䗮㝛䭠䶯䟳㽍 䂍㻭䀁䗮䂍䂔 䗮㝛䍓䶯䟳䂍䓘䆡䦇䗮㝛䭠 䵋䶯㝉䗮㝛㿨 㝉䶯䟳 䵋㻭䆡䦇䍺 䈬㻭䂍䦇䗮㝛䭠 䈬䗮䍓㝉 㻭 䂍䗮䭠㝉䍓 㽍䍓䶯㩚䍺 㝉䀦䠊䠊䗮㝛䭠 㻭 䍓䀦㝛䶯䍺 㽍㝉䶯 䭠䟳㻭㿨䀦㻭䂍䂍䂔 㿨䗮㽍㻭㩚㩚䶯㻭䟳䶯㿨 䗮㝛䍓䓘 䍓㝉䶯 䵋䀦㽍䍓䂍䗮㝛䭠 㽍䍓䟳䶯䶯䍓䑏
㵢䂍䓘㝛䶯䑏
䑏䑏䑏
䑏䑏䑏
䋌䍓 㽍䶯䶯䠊㽍 䂍䗮䦇䶯 䟳䶯䆡䶯㝛䍓䂍䂔䍺 䋌’䔝䶯 䵋䶯䶯㝛 䶯㝛䆡䓘䀦㝛䍓䶯䟳䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯㽍䶯 㽍䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䍺 䗮㝛䶯㚿㩚䂍䗮䆡㻭䵋䂍䶯 䶯䔝䶯㝛䍓㽍… 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䓘䀦䭠㝉䍓䑏
䍓䍓㻭㝉
䭠㿨䀦䗮㝛䟳
䓘㝛䂍䭠
㝛䗮
䑏㻭䶯㝉㿨䍓
㻭䭠䍺䓘
㻭
㝉䗮䈬䍓
䂍㝛䂔䟳䶯㻭
㡵㡵䓘
䠊䵋䍺䘛䶯䶯䠊䶯䟳
䟳㽍㝉䵋䀦
㝉䍓䆡䗮䦇
䔝䶯㝛䍓䶯
䋌
㽍䈬㻭
䍓㝛䓘
䓘䂍㡵䭠㻭䂍㝛㡵—䭠䗮
䆡䂍㡵䗮㡵
䂍䍓䓘㽍
䓘䭠䍓
䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䵋䶯䂍䗮䶯䔝䶯㿨 䍓㝉㻭䍓 㝉䶯䟳 㝛䶯䟳䔝䶯㽍 䈬䶯䟳䶯 㻭䂍䟳䶯㻭㿨䂔 㝉䗮䭠㝉䂍䂔 䟳䶯㽍䗮䂍䗮䶯㝛䍓… 䶯䔝䶯㝛 㽍䶯䶯䗮㝛䭠 䀁䓘䠊䵋䗮䶯㽍䍺 䍓㝉䶯䟳䶯’㽍 㝛䓘䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠 䂍䶯㡵䍓 䍓䓘 㡵䶯㻭䟳 㻭㝛䂔䠊䓘䟳䶯䑏
㩸䀦䍓 䗮㝛 䟳䶯㻭䂍䗮䍓䂔䍺 㽍㝉䶯 䈬㻭㽍 䗮㝛㿨䶯䶯㿨 㻭 䂍䗮䍓䍓䂍䶯 㽍䆡㻭䟳䶯㿨 㝛䓘䈬䑏
㻭䵋㝉䟳䶯䍓
㽍㿨䓘䀦䂍㝉
䵋䶯䈬䂍
䍺㡵䓘䭠
䗮䍓㝛㽍’
㻭䈬䠊䟳
㬊䶯㝉
‘㝛㽍䓘䗮
䀦䍓㝉䭠㝉䓘䍓
㝉㻭䔝䶯
㝛䗮
㝉䟳䶯
䍺䆡䓘䍓㻭
䄴㝛䓘䭠
䗮䀦㿨䍺㝉䂔䍓䠊䗮
䍓䍓㻭㝉
䋌
䂍㡵㿨䗮䂍䶯
㝉䍓㽍䗮
䈬䗮㝉䍓
䓘㝛䍓䓘
䞮䭠䗮㝛
㝛䑏㝉㻭㿨㽍
㻭㽍
䀦䵋䓘䟳䭠䍓㝉
䆡䗮䍓䦇㝉
㡵䵋㻭䔝䓘䶯㻭䟳䂍
䔝㝛䶯䭠㻭䍓䗮䶯
㽍䶯㝉
㝛㻭㽍䓘…䶯㽍
㝉䆡䂔䂍䗮䂍
䄴㩚䶯㻭䦇䗮㝛䭠 䓘㡵 䈬㝉䗮䆡㝉䍺 䍓㝉䶯 㡵䓘䭠 䆡㻭䠊䶯 㽍䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔䍺 㻭㝛㿨 䵋䓘䍓㝉 䄴䓘㝛䭠 㪌㻭䓘䟳㻭㝛䍺 䅒䀦䓘 䵶䗮䀦䍺 㻭㝛㿨 䶯䔝䶯㝛 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮 㿨䗮㽍㻭㩚㩚䶯㻭䟳䶯㿨 㽍䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔 㻭㽍 䈬䶯䂍䂍—䓘䵋䔝䗮䓘䀦㽍䂍䂔䍺 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䗮㽍 㝛䓘䍓 㻭 㿨䟳䶯㻭䠊䑏
䐺䓘䀦䂍㿨 䗮䍓 䵋䶯 䍓䟳䀦䶯䍺 䍓㝉䶯 䅒䶯䭠䶯㝛㿨 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䶯 㿓䟳㻭䭠䓘㝛 䕹䓘㿨’㽍 䆡㝉䗮䂍㿨䍺 㝉䗮㿨㿨䶯㝛 䗮㝛 䍓㝉䶯 䠊䓘䀦㝛䍓㻭䗮㝛 䔝䗮䂍䂍㻭䭠䶯 䈬㝉䶯䟳䶯 䍓㝉䶯 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䮎㻭䠊䗮䂍䂔 㵢㝛䆡䶯㽍䍓䟳㻭䂍 䄵㻭㝛㽍䗮䓘㝛 䗮㽍㤽
㿨䶯䶯㿨䍓䂍㡵㻭
㝛䄴䭠䓘
䞮䗮䭠㝛
䗮䍓
㽍䓘䍺
㽍䶯㝉
䓘㝛㡵䀦㿨
䓘㝛
㩚䀦䍓
㡵䶯䗮䭠䶯䂍㝛
䭠㝛㝉㝛䗮䗮䦇㬊
䓘䦇䍓䓘
䀦䵋䍓
㝛㽍㻭䍺䗮䭠䂍
䀦䍓䓘
䓘㝉㝛㩚䶯
䆡䑏䦇䵋㻭
䟳㝉䶯
㝉㻭㿨
䗮䍓
“㵢䍓 䂍䶯㻭㽍䍓 䓘㝛䶯 㩚䶯䟳㽍䓘㝛…” 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䠊䓘䔝䶯㿨 䗮㝛 䓘㝛䶯 㿨䗮䟳䶯䆡䍓䗮䓘㝛䍺 㽍䂍䓘䈬䂍䂔 䶯㚿㩚䂍䓘䟳䗮㝛䭠䍺 㝉䓘㩚䗮㝛䭠 䍓䓘 㻭䍓 䂍䶯㻭㽍䍓 䠊䶯䶯䍓 㽍䓘䠊䶯䓘㝛䶯… 䶯䔝䶯㝛 䗮㡵 䗮䍓’㽍 䄵䗮㽍㽍 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 㡵䟳䓘䠊 䍓㝉䶯 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䮎㻭䠊䗮䂍䂔䍺 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䈬䓘䀦䂍㿨 䵋䶯 䵋䶯䍓䍓䶯䟳 䍓㝉㻭㝛 䍓㝉䶯 䆡䀦䟳䟳䶯㝛䍓 㽍䍓㻭䍓䶯䑏
䄵㻭䂔䵋䶯 䋌 㽍㝉䓘䀦䂍㿨 㝉㻭䔝䶯 㽍䍓㻭䂔䶯㿨 㩚䀦䍓㤽
䍓㝉䶯
䟳㡵䓘䠊
䦇䶯㽍䗮䆡䂍䍓䗮䌩䦇
䀦䓘䍓䀦䂔䂍㻭㽍䆡䗮
䭠䗮䓘䠊䔝㝛
㝉㻭㽍䍺㿨㝛
㝉䈬䗮䊿㝉䆡
㝛䓘㿨䍺䭠䛂䀦䟳
㩚䀦
䍓䓘㽍䗮㝛䓘㩚䗮
䦇䗮䆡㿨㩚䶯
㝉䗮䂍䭠䍓䍓䂔
䗮䆡䑏䗮䟳㿨䶯䍓䓘㝛
䗮䈬䍓㝉
䶯㝉㽍
䭠䟳䗮㩚
㝛䓘䂔䂍
㝉䟳䶯
㝛䄴䭠䓘
䓘䈬㝛
㡵䓘
㡵䓘䟳䑏䟳㻭䈬㿨
䶯㿨䟳䂔㻭䂍㻭
㩸䀦䍓
‘䶯㿨㝉㽍
䍓䓘䂍㽍
䵋䓘㝉䍓
㻭
䂍䓘㿨䀦䆡
䍓㝉䶯
䟳䆡䵋㝉㝛㻭
䭠䗮㝛䞮
䗮㻭䗮䍓䗮㝛䂍
䄴䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔䍺 㻭 㽍䍓䟳㻭㝛䭠䶯 㽍䓘䀦㝛㿨 䶯䆡㝉䓘䶯㿨 䵋䶯㽍䗮㿨䶯 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠’㽍 䶯㻭䟳䑏 㬊㝉䗮㽍 䆡㻭䀦㽍䶯㿨 㝉䶯䟳 䍓䓘 㽍䍓䓘㩚 㻭䵋䟳䀦㩚䍓䂍䂔䍺 䭠䟳䗮㩚㩚䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 䍓㝉䗮䆡䦇 䵋䟳㻭㝛䆡㝉 䍓䗮䭠㝉䍓䶯䟳䍺 㝉䶯䟳 䶯䂔䶯㽍… 㝉䶯䟳 㩚䀦㩚䗮䂍㽍 㽍䂍䓘䈬䂍䂔 㽍㝉䗮㡵䍓䶯㿨 㡵䟳䓘䠊 㽍䗮㿨䶯 䍓䓘 㽍䗮㿨䶯䑏
䄴㝉䶯 㿨䗮㿨㝛’䍓 䶯䔝䶯㝛 㿨㻭䟳䶯 䠊䓘䔝䶯 㝉䶯䟳 㝉䶯㻭㿨—䵋䶯䆡㻭䀦㽍䶯 㻭䍓 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䠊䓘䠊䶯㝛䍓䍺 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㡵䶯䂍䍓 䍓㝉㻭䍓 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠 㽍䶯䶯䠊䶯㿨 䍓䓘 㻭㩚㩚䶯㻭䟳 䵋䶯㽍䗮㿨䶯 㝉䶯䟳 㽍㝉䓘䀦䂍㿨䶯䟳䑏
䍓䗮㽍䗮䍓䭠䈬㝛
䂍㽍䂍䓘䈬䂔
㝉䟳䶯䍺
䠊䗮䠊䆡䗮
䓘䍓
䶯䶯㿨㽍䶯䠊
㝉㽍䶯
䟳㪌䶯
䗮䍓㽍
䆡㝛䦇䶯
䍓䍓㝉㻭
䟳䓘䶯䔝䑏
䂍䈬䂍㽍䓘䂔
䶯㝉䟳
䆡䶯䍺㡵䦇㻭䂍䂔㝛㝛—䂍䗮
䍺䭠䗮䍓䂍䂔䂍㽍㝉
䶯㝛㝉㽍䭠䓘䗮䠊䍓
䓘䂔㿨䵋
㽍㻭䂍䓘
㽍㻭䈬
䗮䔝䭠䠊䓘㝛
䟳䶯䂍䠊䍓㿨䵋䶯
䮎䗮㝛㻭䂍䂍䂔䍺 䈬㝉䶯㝛 㝉䶯䟳 䭠㻭䀁䶯 䠊䶯䍓 䍓䈬䓘 䟳䶯㿨 䂍䗮䭠㝉䍓㽍䍺 㻭 䈬㻭䔝䶯 䓘㡵 㽍䆡䓘䟳䆡㝉䗮㝛䭠 䵋䟳䶯㻭䍓㝉 㿨䗮䟳䶯䆡䍓䂍䂔 㽍㩚䟳㻭䂔䶯㿨 䓘㝛䍓䓘 㝉䶯䟳 㡵㻭䆡䶯䍺 䟳䀦㡵㡵䂍䗮㝛䭠 㝉䶯䟳 䂍䓘㝛䭠 㝉㻭䗮䟳䑏
㵢㝉—㷒㷒
䶯䆡㽍㻭䑏䶯㩚
䦏䓘
㵢䍓 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䠊䓘䠊䶯㝛䍓䍺 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㿨䗮㿨㝛’䍓 䦇㝛䓘䈬 䈬㝉䶯䟳䶯 䍓㝉䶯 䆡䓘䀦䟳㻭䭠䶯 䶯䟳䀦㩚䍓䶯㿨 㡵䟳䓘䠊䍺 㽍䈬䗮㝛䭠䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 䵋䟳㻭㝛䆡㝉 䗮㝛 㝉䶯䟳 㝉㻭㝛㿨 㽍䍓䟳㻭䗮䭠㝉䍓 䍓䓘䈬㻭䟳㿨㽍 䍓㝉䶯 䓘䈬㝛䶯䟳 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䶯 䍓䈬䓘 䟳䶯㿨 䂍䗮䭠㝉䍓㽍 㻭㝉䶯㻭㿨䍺 㻭 㽍㝉㻭㿨䓘䈬䂔 㡵䗮䭠䀦䟳䶯 㽍㝉䶯 䆡䓘䀦䂍㿨㝛’䍓 䆡䂍䶯㻭䟳䂍䂔 䠊㻭䦇䶯 䓘䀦䍓㷒
㬊㝉䶯 䍓㝉䗮䆡䦇䍺 䂍䓘㝛䭠 䍓䟳䶯䶯 䵋䟳㻭㝛䆡㝉 㡵䗮䟳䠊䂍䂔 㽍䍓䟳䀦䆡䦇 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠䍺 㻭㝛㿨 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䗮㝛㿨䶯䶯㿨 㡵䶯䂍䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䗮䠊㩚㻭䆡䍓—㝉䓘䈬䶯䔝䶯䟳䍺 䍓㝉䶯 䵋䟳㻭㝛䆡㝉 㽍䗮䠊䀦䂍䍓㻭㝛䶯䓘䀦㽍䂍䂔 䵋䟳䓘䦇䶯 㻭䍓 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䠊䓘䠊䶯㝛䍓䑏
㝉䀦㽍䆡
䍓㻭㻭䍓䆡䦇
㿨䊣㿨䂔㝛䍺䓘䵋䍓䂍䶯䀦
䶯㡵䑏㡵䆡䍓䶯
䆡㻭䂔䟳䂍䶯䂍
㝛䓘
㻭㝛
㻭㝉㿨
䄴䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔䍺 䍓㝉䶯 䍓䈬䓘 䵋䶯㻭䠊㽍 䓘㡵 䟳䶯㿨 䂍䗮䭠㝉䍓 㡵䂍䗮䆡䦇䶯䟳䶯㿨䍺 㻭䆡䆡䓘䠊㩚㻭㝛䗮䶯㿨 䵋䂔 㻭 䠊㻭㽍㽍䗮䔝䶯 㝉䓘䈬䂍—䍓㝉䗮㽍 䭠䗮㻭㝛䍓 䓘䵋䍽䶯䆡䍓 㻭䠊䗮㿨㽍䍓 䍓㝉䶯 㿨䶯㝛㽍䶯 㡵䓘䭠 䈬㻭㽍 䶯䠊䗮䍓䍓䗮㝛䭠 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䠊㻭㿨䶯 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㽍㝉䗮䔝䶯䟳䑏
䘛䀦㝛—㷒
䆡䟳㡵䓘䶯
䍓䓘
㝛䍺䗮㿨䠊
䆡䏉䀦䂍䂔䦇䗮
䓘㿨㿨䂍㩚㚿䶯䶯
㻭䍺㡵䟳䶯
䀦䠊䓘䗮䍓䂔㽍䀦㽍䂍䶯㻭㝛䂍
㝛㻭㿨
㽍㽍䐺䓘䀦䂍㝛䍓䶯
䗮䗮䔝㿨㝛䟳䭠
䗮䍓㝛䓘
䞮䭠’㝛䗮㽍
䗮䭠䟳㝛䭠㝛䓘䶯䆡䔝
㝉䶯䟳
㡵䓘
㡵䓘
䶯䑏䆡㩚䶯㻭㡵䌩䂍㿨㻭
㻭
䗮㝛
㽍㩚䶯䆡㻭䶯
䓘㝉㝉䍓䀦䍓㽍䭠
䂍䶯㡵䶯
䓘䭠䄴㝛
䋌㝛 㻭㝛 䗮㝛㽍䍓㻭㝛䍓䍺 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㡵䶯䂍䍓 㝉䶯䟳 䵋䓘㿨䂔 㽍䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔 䂍䗮䭠㝉䍓䶯㝛䑏䑏䑏 㻭㽍 䗮㡵 㽍㝉䶯 㝉㻭㿨 䂍䓘㽍䍓 㻭䂍䂍 䭠䟳㻭䔝䗮䍓䂔㷒
䦏䓘䍺 㝉䶯䟳 䵋䓘㿨䂔 䈬㻭㽍 㩚䂍䀦䠊䠊䶯䍓䗮㝛䭠 㿨䓘䈬㝛䈬㻭䟳㿨㷒
䀦㩸䍓
㝉䍓㻭䈬
㝉㽍䶯
㽍䶯㩚䍓㩚㿨䶯
䓘䗮䍓㷒㝛
䆡䂍㚿䂔䶯㻭䍓
㽍㝉䶯
䗮㿨㿨
㿨㻭㝉
㝛䍓䓘
㝛䦇䈬䓘
㬊㝉䗮㽍 㽍䍓㻭䍓䶯 䓘㡵 䈬䶯䗮䭠㝉䍓䂍䶯㽍㽍 㡵㻭䂍䂍䗮㝛䭠 䠊㻭㚿䗮䠊䗮䀁䶯㿨 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠’㽍 㡵䶯㻭䟳䍺 䈬㝉䗮䂍䶯 㝉䶯䟳 䠊䗮㝛㿨 䍽䀦䠊㩚䶯㿨 䈬䗮䂍㿨䂍䂔䍺 㩚䶯䟳㝉㻭㩚㽍 䂍䗮䦇䶯 㻭 䠊䶯䟳䟳䂔䌩䭠䓘䌩䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨䑏
—䋌㡵 䂔䓘䀦 䈬䶯䟳䶯 㻭䵋䓘䀦䍓 䍓䓘 㿨䗮䶯䍺 䈬㝉䓘 䈬䓘䀦䂍㿨 䂔䓘䀦 䠊䓘㽍䍓 䈬㻭㝛䍓 䍓䓘 㽍䶯䶯㤽
䍓㿨䶯䑏㻭㝉
㽍䟳㿨䭠䶯䀦
䍓䗮
㽍䍓㝉䗮
䗮䭠㝛㽍’䞮
㝉䍓䶯䂔
㻭
䵶䗮䀦
㝉䈬㝛䶯
㝛䗮
䀦䅒䓘
䶯䟳䶯䈬
䶯㻭㿨㽍䦇
䀦䗮䓘䏉䍓㽍䶯㝛
䀦䏉㝛㽍䓘䗮䍓䶯
䓘䍓
㿨䄴㝛䂔䂍䀦䍺㿨䶯
㻭
䟳䂍㝛䶯䂔㻭
㝉㿨㻭
䗮㝛
㻭䟳㩚䍓㿨㩚䶯
㽍䍓㻭䶯䓘䟳䍺䭠
㿨䆡䓘䂍
㻭䈬㽍
䓘䄴㝛䭠
㝉䶯㽍
䀁䶯䶯䟳䗮㡵㝛䭠
䶯䟳䑏䓘䑏䂔䑏䠊䠊
䄴䶯䔝䶯䟳㻭䂍 㡵䗮䭠䀦䟳䶯㽍 㽍䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔 㡵䂍㻭㽍㝉䶯㿨 䵋䶯㡵䓘䟳䶯 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠’㽍 䶯䂔䶯㽍䑏䑏䑏
䋌㡵䑏䑏䑏
䍓㻭㝛’䈬㽍
㝉䶯㬊
䍓䗮䓘䗮䍓㝛㻭㽍䀦
䑏䗮䆡䗮䶯䑏㝛㝛㽍䑏䟳䶯
㽍䓘
䋌䍓 䈬䓘䀦䂍㿨 䵋䶯 䵋䶯䍓䍓䶯䟳䑏䑏䑏
㩸䀦䍓䑏䑏䑏
䓘䵋䂔䍺㿨
䔝䗮䭠㝛䗮䭠
䆡䍓䶯䑏㽍䶯㿨㝛
䓘䄴㝛䭠
䶯䟳㝉
䈬䂍䶯㝉䗮
䓘㡵
䗮䭠䶯䵋㝛
䍓䗮㝉䍓䭠䂍䂔
䓘㿨䍺㝛䵋䀦
䗮䠊䭠㽍䶯㝛䍓䓘㝉
䭠㝛㽍䓘䗮䈬䂍
㽍’㝛䗮䞮䭠
㻭
䍓䍓䗮䭠㝉䂍䂔
䂔䄴䀦㝛䶯㿨㿨䂍
㝉䟳䶯
㽍䂍䓘㻭
䈬㿨㝛䀦䓘
䟳㻭㝛䀦䓘㿨
㡵䂍䶯䭠㝛䗮䶯
㩸䶯㡵䓘䟳䶯 㽍㝉䶯 䆡䓘䀦䂍㿨 䟳䶯㻭䆡䍓䍺 㽍㝉䶯 㡵䶯䂍䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䗮䠊㩚㻭䆡䍓 䓘㡵 㝉䶯䟳 䵋䓘㿨䂔 䆡䓘䂍䂍䗮㿨䗮㝛䭠 䈬䗮䍓㝉 䍓㝉䶯 䭠䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨—㡵䓘䟳䍓䀦㝛㻭䍓䶯䂍䂔䍺 䵋䶯䆡㻭䀦㽍䶯 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䆡䀦㽍㝉䗮䓘㝛䗮㝛䭠䍺 㽍㝉䶯 䓘㝛䂍䂔 㡵䶯䂍䍓 㩚㻭䗮㝛 㻭㝛㿨 㝛䓘 㡵䟳㻭䆡䍓䀦䟳䶯㽍 䓘䆡䆡䀦䟳䟳䶯㿨䑏
䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䂍㻭䂔 䓘㝛 䍓㝉䶯 䭠䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨 䟳䶯㽍䍓䗮㝛䭠 㡵䓘䟳 㻭 䈬㝉䗮䂍䶯 䵋䶯㡵䓘䟳䶯 㽍㝉䶯 㝉㻭㿨 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䍓䟳䶯㝛䭠䍓㝉 䍓䓘 䠊䓘䔝䶯—㽍㝉䶯 䠊䀦㽍䍓 㝉㻭䔝䶯 䵋䶯䶯㝛 㽍㻭䔝䶯㿨 䵋䂔 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠 䂍䗮䦇䶯 䔝䗮㝛䶯㽍 㿨䀦䟳䗮㝛䭠 㝉䶯䟳 㡵㻭䂍䂍䑏
㻭㝉㽍
㻭
䠊䂔㝛㻭
㽍㝉䶯
㻭䂔䶯䂍䟳㿨㻭
㽍㝉䶯
㡵䟳䠊䓘
䶯㽍䆡䶯㻭㩚㿨
䈬䓘㝉
㻭㽍㝉
䍓㽍䗮䶯䠊
䶯䗮㡵…䂍
䭠䵋䗮
䠊䶯䵋䶯䠊䟳䶯䟳
䶯㝛䓘䍓’㿨㽍
㝉㽍䶯
䍓䍓䓘䀦䗮㝛䑏䗮㽍㽍㻭
䂔䘛䶯䍺㻭䂍䂍
䗮䶯䟳㿨
䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓䗮䠊䶯㽍 㿨䓘䶯㽍㝛’䍓 䦇㝛䓘䈬 䈬㝉䶯䍓㝉䶯䟳 䗮䍓’㽍 㝉䶯䟳 䂍䀦䆡䦇 䓘䟳 䠊䗮㽍㡵䓘䟳䍓䀦㝛䶯… 㽍㝉䶯 㽍䍓㻭䟳䍓䶯㿨 䍓䓘 䶯㚿㻭䠊䗮㝛䶯 䍓㝉䶯 㩚䂍㻭䆡䶯 䈬㝉䶯䟳䶯 㽍㝉䶯 㝉㻭㿨 㡵㻭䂍䂍䶯㝛䑏
䋌䍓 㽍䶯䶯䠊䶯㿨 䍓䓘 䵋䶯 㻭 㩚䗮䍓䌩䂍䗮䦇䶯 㩚䂍㻭䆡䶯䍺 䓘䟳 㻭 䆡㻭䔝䶯䟳㝛㤽 㩸䀦䍓 㽍䀦䆡㝉 㻭 䭠䶯䓘䭠䟳㻭㩚㝉䗮䆡㻭䂍 䶯㝛䔝䗮䟳䓘㝛䠊䶯㝛䍓 䶯㚿䗮㽍䍓䗮㝛䭠 䗮㝛 㿨䶯䶯㩚 䠊䓘䀦㝛䍓㻭䗮㝛䓘䀦㽍 㡵䓘䟳䶯㽍䍓㽍 䗮㽍㝛’䍓 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠 䠊㻭䭠䗮䆡㻭䂍䑏
䟳䀦䶯㝛䍓䓘䍓㡵㻭
䂍㡵㻭䂍
䄴㝉䶯
㝛䭠䓘䄴
䓘䍓
䗮䞮㝛䭠䑏
㿨㝛䍓䗮’㿨
䓘㡵㡵
㡵㡵䂍䆡䍺䗮
㝉䗮䈬㝉䆡
㡵䶯䍓䂍
㪌䓘䈬䶯䔝䶯䟳䍺 㽍䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔 㽍㝉䶯 㝉䶯㻭䟳㿨 㻭 㽍䓘䀦㝛㿨… 䗮㝛 䍓㝉䶯 㿨㻭䟳䦇㝛䶯㽍㽍䍺 㽍䓘䠊䶯䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠 㽍䶯䶯䠊䶯㿨 䍓䓘 㿨䟳㻭䈬 䆡䂍䓘㽍䶯䟳 䍓䓘 㝉䶯䟳䑏 㬊㝉䗮㽍 䠊㻭㿨䶯 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠’㽍 㩚䓘䟳䶯㽍 䓘㩚䶯㝛 䀦㩚 䓘䀦䍓 䓘㡵 䍓䶯㝛㽍䗮䓘㝛䑏
“㒕㝉䓘… 䈬㝉䓘 䗮㽍 䍓㝉䶯䟳䶯㷒㷒” 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䏉䀦䗮䆡䦇䂍䂔 㽍䍓䓘䓘㿨 䀦㩚䍺 䭠䟳㻭㽍㩚䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 䵋䟳䓘䦇䶯㝛䌩䓘㡵㡵 㝉㻭䂍㡵 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䶯 䍓䟳䶯䶯 䵋䟳㻭㝛䆡㝉䍺 㻭㝛㿨 䈬䗮䍓㝉䓘䀦䍓 㻭㝛䓘䍓㝉䶯䟳 䈬䓘䟳㿨䍺 㽍䍓䟳䀦䆡䦇 䗮䍓 㡵䓘䟳䈬㻭䟳㿨䑏
䄵”䗮㽍㽍
㝛”䓘䭠䄴㤽
䄴䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔䍺 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㝉䶯㻭䟳㿨 㻭 㽍䓘䠊䶯䈬㝉㻭䍓 㡵㻭䠊䗮䂍䗮㻭䟳 䔝䓘䗮䆡䶯… 䵋䀦䍓 䗮䍓 䈬㻭㽍 䍓䓘䓘 䂍㻭䍓䶯䍺 䍓㝉䶯 䵋䟳㻭㝛䆡㝉 㽍䍓䗮䂍䂍 㽍䍓䟳䀦䆡䦇 㝉䶯㻭䔝䗮䂍䂔䑏
䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㿨䗮㿨㝛’䍓 䦇㝛䓘䈬 䈬㝉㻭䍓 㩚㻭䟳䍓 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䶯 䓘㩚㩚䓘㝛䶯㝛䍓 㽍㝉䶯 㝉䗮䍓䍺 䓘㝛䂍䂔 㝉䶯㻭䟳䗮㝛䭠 㻭 㩚㻭䗮㝛㡵䀦䂍 䭠䟳䓘㻭㝛䍺 㡵䓘䂍䂍䓘䈬䶯㿨 䵋䂔 䍓㝉䶯 㽍䓘䀦㝛㿨 䓘㡵 㡵㻭䂍䂍䗮㝛䭠䑏
䍓䶯㝉
䭠䍓㝛㝛䟳䀦䗮
䭠䓘䄴㝛
㝛䓘
㝛㝉䶯㩚䍺䓘
䍓㝉㽍䂔䂍䗮㻭
䶯䟳㝉
䟳䭠䶯䵋㿨䵋㻭
㝛䞮䭠䗮
㡵䍓䂍㻭㽍㝉䂍䑏䗮䭠㝉
㵢䍓 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䍓䗮䠊䶯䍺 䍓㝉䶯 㩚䶯䟳㽍䓘㝛 䂍䂔䗮㝛䭠 䓘㝛 䍓㝉䶯 䭠䟳䓘䀦㝛㿨䍺 䂍䓘䓘䦇䗮㝛䭠 㽍䓘䠊䶯䈬㝉㻭䍓 㿨䗮㽍㝉䶯䔝䶯䂍䶯㿨 㻭㝛㿨 䍓䶯䟳䟳䗮㡵䗮䶯㿨䍺 䈬㻭㽍 䗮㝛㿨䶯䶯㿨 䄵㽍䑏 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䓘㡵 䍓㝉䶯 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䮎㻭䠊䗮䂍䂔䍺 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮䑏
“䄴䓘䟳䟳䂔䍺 䋌 㿨䗮㿨㝛’䍓 䦇㝛䓘䈬…” 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䏉䀦䗮䆡䦇䂍䂔 䍓㝉䟳䶯䈬 㻭䈬㻭䂔 䍓㝉䶯 䵋䟳䓘䦇䶯㝛 䵋䟳㻭㝛䆡㝉 䗮㝛 㝉䶯䟳 㝉㻭㝛㿨䑏
㻭䭠㝛㕫㝉
…㩚䀦
㝛䗮䶯㩚䑏㻭㿨
㝉㝛䶯䈬
䶯䔝㻭㝉
䗮”㽍㽍䄵
䂍䶯㝛㻭䦇
䗮䞮㝛䭠䍺
䶯䍓䍺䍓䶯㝉
䂔䓘䀦
䶯䍓㻭䠊䓘㽍䈬㝉
㡵…䶯䂍䂍”
䶯䠊
㝉䆡㝛䶯䶯䂍㿨䆡
䗮㽍㻭㿨
䋌
㩚䂍㝉䶯
䭠䓘䄴㝛
䀦䓘䟳䍓䭠㝉㝉
䵶䗮䀦㝛䭠䟳䗮
䂍䓘䦇㝛䗮䓘䭠
䆡㻭㝛
㽍䶯䶯䠊
䍓䓘
䠊䂔
㡵㽍䍓䟳䗮
䈬㽍䍓䍓䶯㿨䗮
…
䄴㩚䶯㻭䦇䗮㝛䭠 䓘㡵 䗮䍓䍺 䍓㝉䗮㽍 䄵䗮㽍㽍 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䗮㽍 䗮㝛㿨䶯䶯㿨 䏉䀦䗮䍓䶯 䀦㝛㡵䓘䟳䍓䀦㝛㻭䍓䶯䑏
䶯㽍䗮䦇㝛䭠䶯
䍓䓘
䍺䀦㽍䂔㝛䂍㿨㿨䶯
䠊㿨䀦㽍䂍䵋䍓䶯
㵢䆡䭠㝛㿨䟳䓘䗮䆡
㻭䂍䓘㽍
䗮㽍㝉䍓
䆡㽍㻭䶯㿨䟳
㝉䶯䶯䟳
䍺䶯㝉䟳
㝛䍓䗮䓘
㽍䓘䭠䍓䍺㝛㝉䗮䠊䶯
䓘䀦䍓䍺
㻭㝛㿨
㝉㽍䶯
䍓㩚䑏䗮
䓘䶯䟳䀦㝛䆡㝛䶯䶯䍓㿨
㝛㿨㻭
䶯䟳㽍㿨㻭䶯㻭㩚䍓
㝉䈬䂍䗮䶯
䶯䶯䠊㽍㝛䗮䂔䭠䂍
䶯䔝䶯䓘䶯䂔䟳㝛
䓘䭠䍓
䭠䍓䓘
㩸䀦䍓 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮 㿨䗮㿨㝛’䍓 㝉㻭䔝䶯 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠’㽍 䂍䀦䆡䦇䍺 䂍㻭㝛㿨䗮㝛䭠 㩚䓘䓘䟳䂍䂔 㻭㝛㿨 䍓䈬䗮㽍䍓䗮㝛䭠 㝉䶯䟳 㻭㝛䦇䂍䶯 㿨䀦䟳䗮㝛䭠 䍓㝉䶯 㡵㻭䂍䂍䍺 㻭㝛㿨… 䍓㻭䦇䗮㝛䭠 㻭 㝉䶯㻭䔝䂔 䵋䂍䓘䈬 㡵䟳䓘䠊 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠䑏
㬊㝉䶯 㽍䍓䟳䗮䦇䶯 㝉䗮䍓 㝉䶯䟳 䶯䂍䵋䓘䈬䍺 㩚䓘㽍㽍䗮䵋䂍䂔 䗮㝛䍽䀦䟳䗮㝛䭠 䵋䓘㝛䶯䍺 㻭㝛㿨 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮’㽍 㡵㻭䆡䶯 䆡䓘㝛䍓䓘䟳䍓䶯㿨 䗮㝛 㩚㻭䗮㝛䍺 䆡䂍䶯㻭䟳䂍䂔 䀦㝛㻭䵋䂍䶯 䍓䓘 䂍䗮㡵䍓 㝉䶯䟳 䟳䗮䭠㝉䍓 㻭䟳䠊 䶯㻭㽍䗮䂍䂔䑏 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㻭䈬䦇䈬㻭䟳㿨䂍䂔 㻭㽍䦇䶯㿨䍺 “㿓䓘… 㿨䓘 䂔䓘䀦 䠊䗮㝛㿨 㩚㻭䗮㝛㤽”
‘”䋌䍓㽍
㝉㝛䭠㕫㻭
䵋䶯䂍䟳㻭㻭䶯䵋䑏”
䗮䟳䗮䵶㝛䭠䀦
䶯䈬䑏㝉䗮㽍䟳䶯㩚㿨
䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㝛䓘䈬 䠊䓘䔝䶯㿨 㝉䶯䟳 㝉㻭㝛㿨㽍 䍓䓘䈬㻭䟳㿨㽍 㝉䶯䟳 䆡㻭䂍䔝䶯㽍䍺 䈬㝉䗮䆡㝉 㩚䀦䀁䀁䂍䶯㿨 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮䑏
䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 㝛䓘䈬 䠊䓘䔝䶯㿨 䍓䓘 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮’㽍 㡵䟳䓘㝛䍓䍺 䭠䶯㝛䍓䂍䂔 㩚䟳䶯㽍㽍䗮㝛䭠 㝉䶯䟳 䍓䈬䗮㽍䍓䶯㿨 㻭㝛䦇䂍䶯 㻭䟳䶯㻭䍺 䂍䓘䓘䦇䶯㿨 䀦㩚 㽍㻭䂔䗮㝛䭠䍺 “㪌䠊䠊… 䗮䍓’㽍 㻭䂍䟳䗮䭠㝉䍓䑏 䋌䍓 䠊䗮䭠㝉䍓 㝉䀦䟳䍓 㻭 䂍䓘䍓 㡵䓘䟳 㻭 䵋䗮䍓䍺 䍽䀦㽍䍓 䶯㝛㿨䀦䟳䶯 䗮䍓 㡵䓘䟳 㻭 䈬㝉䗮䂍䶯䍺 䍓㝉䶯㝛 䗮䍓’䂍䂍 䭠䶯䍓 䠊䀦䆡㝉 䵋䶯䍓䍓䶯䟳䍺 䍓䟳䀦㽍䍓 䠊䶯䑏”
䂍䑏䟳䂍䆡䓘㻭
㕫㝉㝛㻭䭠
䂍䟳…㵢””䭠䍓䗮㝉
䶯䀦㿨䂍㝉䆡䍓䆡
㝉䟳䶯
㝛䔝䀦㽍䂔䂍䶯䟳䓘
䗮䵶㝛䗮䭠䀦䟳
“䋌’䠊 䭠䓘䗮㝛䭠 䍓䓘 㽍䍓㻭䟳䍓㷒” 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䍓䓘䓘䦇 㻭 㿨䶯䶯㩚 䵋䟳䶯㻭䍓㝉䍺 䍓㝉䶯㝛 䶯㚿䶯䟳䍓䶯㿨 㝉䶯䟳 㽍䍓䟳䶯㝛䭠䍓㝉䑏
䄴䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔䍺 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮 䂍䶯䍓 䓘䀦䍓 㻭 䈬㝉䗮䠊㩚䶯䟳 䓘㡵 㩚㻭䗮㝛… 㽍㝉䶯 㩚䟳䶯㽍㽍䶯㿨 㝉䶯䟳 䂍䗮㩚㽍 䍓䗮䭠㝉䍓䂍䂔䍺 䍓䟳䂔䗮㝛䭠 㝛䓘䍓 䍓䓘 䠊㻭䦇䶯 㻭 㽍䓘䀦㝛㿨䑏
䓘㝛䍓䶯䄵㻭䠊䟳䂔
㻭㩚㝛䗮
㩚㝛䗮㻭
㝉㽍䍓䗮
䆡䑏䟳䂔
䶯䭠䀦䟳
㝉䶯䍓
㻭䍓
䍓䓘
䗮䟳䶯䶯㡵䂍
㝉䟳䶯
㩚䓘㽍䍓
䀦䏉䗮䶯䍓
㝛䭠㽍䑏䓘䍓䓘㝉䗮
㽍䍓䶯䟳㿨䟳䗮
䶯㿨㿨㝛䶯䗮
䍽㿨䶯䀦䟳䗮㝛
㩸䀦䍓
䶯㿨㻭㽍㩚䍺㽍
䶯䓘㝛䆡
䶯㡵䂍䍓
㝉䶯䍓
“䄵䗮㽍㽍 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠䍺 䂔䓘䀦’䟳䶯 䍓䟳䀦䂍䂔 㽍䦇䗮䂍䂍㡵䀦䂍䑏” 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮 㻭㿨䠊䗮䟳䶯㿨䍺 䭠㻭䀁䗮㝛䭠 㻭䍓 㝉䶯䟳… 䗮㡵 䗮䍓 䈬䶯䟳䶯 㝉䶯䟳 㽍䗮䍓䀦㻭䍓䗮䓘㝛䍺 㽍㝉䶯 䠊䗮䭠㝉䍓 㝛䓘䍓 䦇㝛䓘䈬 㝉䓘䈬 䍓䓘 㝉㻭㝛㿨䂍䶯 䗮䍓䑏
“䋌䍓’㽍 㝛䓘䍓㝉䗮㝛䭠䍺 䋌’䔝䶯 䵋䶯䶯㝛 㿨䀦䵋䵋䶯㿨 㻭 䍓䓘䀦䭠㝉 䍓䓘䠊䵋䓘䂔 䵋䂔 㽍䓘䠊䶯䓘㝛䶯䍺 㝛䓘䍓 䦇㝛䓘䈬䗮㝛䭠 䈬䓘䀦䂍㿨 䵋䶯 㻭䵋㝛䓘䟳䠊㻭䂍䍺 䈬䓘䀦䂍㿨㝛’䍓 䗮䍓㤽” 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䭠䟳䗮䍓䍓䶯㿨 㝉䶯䟳 䍓䶯䶯䍓㝉䍺 䍓㝉䶯㝛 䭠䂍㻭㝛䆡䶯㿨 㻭䍓 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮䑏 㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮 㽍䠊䗮䂍䶯㿨 䂍䗮䭠㝉䍓䂍䂔䑏
䂔䵋
䓘㝛䄴䭠
䍺㻭䠊㝛
㻭
䶯䵋
䆡㻭㻭㩚㿨䍓䶯䗮䍓䔝
䭠䗮䞮㝛
䶯䈬䶯䟳
䂍䠊㽍䗮䶯䍺
㝉㽍䶯
䋌㡵
㽍㝉䆡䀦
㝉㤽㽍䶯
㩚䂍䟳䓘㻭䵋䵋䂔
䀁㿨㿨䶯㻭…
䀦䈬䓘䂍㿨
㝉䶯㽍
䗮䵋䍓
㿨䀦䍓’䓘䂍䈬㝛
䠊㽍㿨䶯䶯䶯
䟳䭠䗮䆡㝉䠊㻭㝛
䚩㝛䓘䈬䂍䶯㿨䭠䶯㻭䵋䂍䶯䍺 㽍䦇䗮䂍䂍㡵䀦䂍䍺 䭠䟳㻭䆡䶯㡵䀦䂍䍺 䗮㝛䍓䶯䂍䂍䗮䭠䶯㝛䍓䍺 㻭㝛㿨 㿨䗮㽍䆡䟳䶯䶯䍓䂍䂔 䶯䂍䶯䭠㻭㝛䍓… 䏉䀦㻭䂍䗮䍓䗮䶯㽍 䍓㝉㻭䍓 䵋㻭㽍䗮䆡㻭䂍䂍䂔 㻭䂍䂍 䠊䶯㝛 䶯㝛䍽䓘䂔䑏
“㿓䓘 䂔䓘䀦䑏䑏䑏䂍䗮䦇䶯 䅒䀦䓘 䵶䗮䀦㤽” 䋌㝛 㝉䶯䟳 㿨㻭䀁䶯䍺 䄴䓘㝛䭠 䞮䗮㝛䭠 䵋䂍䀦䟳䍓䶯㿨 䓘䀦䍓 䍓㝉䶯 䏉䀦䶯㽍䍓䗮䓘㝛䑏
䭠䶯㝛䓘䗮㝛㩚
䗮䂍䑏䠊㿨䂍䂔
䶯㿨䶯䶯㽍䠊
䂍㽍䗮㩚
㝉㻭䭠㝛㕫
䶯䵋䗮䶯㿨㿨䂍䍺䶯䈬䟳
㝉䟳䶯
䭠䗮䵶㝛䟳䀦䗮
䭠䗮䂍㽍䂍㝉䂔䍓
㬊㝉䶯䗮䟳 䭠㻭䀁䶯㽍 䂍䓘䆡䦇䶯㿨䑏
㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮 㽍䀦㿨㿨䶯㝛䂍䂔 㽍㻭䗮㿨 䵋䂍㻭㝛䦇䂍䂔䍺 “㪌䶯 㻭䂍䟳䶯㻭㿨䂔 㝉㻭㽍 㻭 䭠䗮䟳䂍㡵䟳䗮䶯㝛㿨䍺 㿨䓘䶯㽍㝛’䍓 㝉䶯㤽”
㽍䍓䶯㝛㽍䍺䟳䗮䶯䶯㿨㿨䗮䍓
䄴䓘㩚䍓”
䶯䠊
䭠䂍䂔㝛䗮䶯䠊䶯㽍
䭠䗮䑏㝛”䞮
㝉䶯䟳
䟳䌩䍓䟳䗮䀦䶯䓘䓘㝛䁑䗮㝛䍓㿨䆡
䓘䄴䭠㝛
㝉䓘䦇䓘㽍
㽍㽍䍺䗮䄵
䗮㽍
䂔䠊
䆡䂍䂍㻭
䄴䭠䓘㝛
䭠䗮䞮䍺㝛
䠊䶯
㝛䗮䭠䞮
䠊䶯㝛㻭
䭠䓘䄴㝛
㿨䶯㝉㻭䍺
䀦䍽㽍䍓
㻭㝛䂍䆡䗮䂍䭠
“㕫㝉㻭㝛䭠 䵶䗮㝛䭠䟳䀦䗮䑏”
㬊㝉䶯 䍓䈬䓘 䍓㝉䶯㝛 䆡䂍㻭㽍㩚䶯㿨 䶯㻭䆡㝉 䓘䍓㝉䶯䟳’㽍 㝉㻭㝛㿨㽍䑏䑏
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