Chapter 1008: Chapter 52: Where in the World Is the Path to Immortality? (14)
Even the ‘Badge of the Sun God’ did not exert its power at this moment.
Song Haoran was unable to construct a three-dimensional schematic of this mountain stream in his mind… at best, he could explore an area with himself as the center and a radius of about two meters.
This frightened Song Haoran, but at the same time, it brought back the thrilling feeling of the first time going on an adventure—when he didn’t have the ‘Badge of the Sun God’, he was just an ordinary person with a better family background.
The world is full of unknown, inexplicable events, the world is filled with mystery, and it is far larger than he knew… the world is not boring.
“Ah, it seems this outing was worth it, except…”
Except, if it were just him alone, it would be fine; the pity is that along on this outing are Song Ying, Luo Qiu, and a lady from the Zhang Family—not considering the lady from the Zhang Family, but Song Ying and Luo Qiu are not the ones Song Haoran can abandon.
“A bit tricky.”
Unable to explore the terrain, lost direction, and unable to municate with the outside world—in such circumstances, even Song Haoran felt somewhat at a loss.
What he could do now was conduct an inefficient search—perhaps find a way out, perhaps find Song Ying and others… perhaps find the reason behind this dense fog.
Vaguely, Song Haoran seemed to hear a strange sound ing from the mist… like some sort of call.
This sound invoked a sense of fear in the depths of his heart and suddenly made the ‘Badge of the Sun God’ he wore heat up.
“Are you interested too…” Song Haoran glanced at the badge inside his clothes, then looked in a direction: “That way…”
After pondering for a moment, Song Haoran decided to head towards the direction of this gaze—without the possibility of finding Song Ying and others, he had to engage in other exploration.
Perhaps, during the journey, encounters might happen with the others—if they were also attracted by this sound.
Song Haoran quickly took out a butterfly knife from his suit pocket but did not open it, simply hiding it within his sleeve.
Uncertain how much time had passed, Song Haoran did not meet Song Ying and others along the way but unexpectedly met a bizarre fellow.
The reason this person is described as bizarre is that he didn’t reveal his true face and instead wore an ancient bronze mask while dressed in black Tang suit.
The clothes had some flame-like embroidery… this bronze masked man gave Song Haoran a very dangerous feeling.
The person stood in the dense fog, hands behind his back, not looking at Song Haoran but raising his head as if observing something.
“Hey, brother, I have some questions for you.” Song Haoran adjusted his pace, spoke lightly while approaching the bronze masked man, “I’m lost and separated from my panions… have you seen anyone else besides me?”
The mysterious person did not respond and remained still.
Song Haoran moved a bit closer. “Brother, how about helping me out?”
He was already near the mysterious person, reaching out towards his shoulder—but the moment his hand was about to touch, Song Haoran suddenly stopped and swiftly retreated two steps.
Warning… the ‘Badge of the Sun God’ suddenly issued a warning—this type of warning had already helped Song Haoran avoid countless dangers.
“Oh?” The bronze masked man finally reacted, slowly turned around, seemingly scrutinizing Song Haoran.
His voice was deep, like processed interview recordings, “You seem somewhat special.”
“I think no matter how special, it’s not more than you, right?” Song Haoran smiled faintly, started adjusting his sleeve… slowly adjusting. “Alone?”
The mysterious masked person calmly said, “Before setting out, I did a divination for myself, Qian above Zhen below, Heavenly Thunder without falsehood… looks like I still need to clear away some accidents.”
“Oh?” Song Haoran chuckled lightly, “Looks like I’m really unwele, huh?”
The bronze masked mysterious person walked toward Song Haoran with hands behind his back, while Song Haoran narrowed his eyes… but this bronze masked person instantly arrived in front of Song Haoran.
As if shrinking the ground to an inch!
In a flash, the mysterious bronze masked person’s hand came from below, like lightning, aiming for Song Haoran’s chin!
Song Haoran’s nerves operated extraordinarily in that moment, quickly raised his head, dodging the mysterious person’s attack.
He quickly stepped back, while the butterfly knife hidden in his sleeve slipped into his palm.
The butterfly knife performed a rapid flourish; Song Haoran became even lighter, “That was really close.”
“Hum.” The mysterious person snorted softly and once again used that rapid movement.
This time, it seemed even faster than before. Song Haoran’s pupils instantly contracted, only feeling a sudden gust aiming for his head!
It was a side kick from the opponent!
So fast!
In an instant, Song Haoran only managed to bend his arm, blocking it by the side of his head—but this person’s side kick felt like being hit by a truck!
His body instantly flew back like a kite with a broken string… however, this was not the end.
The mysterious person casually spun after the side kick and once again kicked Song Haoran with a second heavy strike!
Double kick!
At that moment, Song Haoran felt his arm losing all sensation… his body crashed into something hard, likely the trunk of an old tree.
The spine possibly fractured due to the impact… Song Haoran slid down under the trunk, spat out a mouthful of warm blood.
He barely managed to lift his head, seeing the mysterious person step closer, slightly extend a leg, and heavily kick Song Haoran’s chest.
Song Haoran spat another mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the ground, unmoving.
“Even though I don’t know how you stumbled in.” The mysterious person said calmly, “I don’t wish for any slip-ups… reincarnate well. In the next life, I’ll let you see a new world…”
The mysterious person said, turning to leave.
But he just took two steps when he heard a soft cough… beneath the bronze mask, his expression showed slight surprise, slowly turning his body.
Only to see the person who should’ve died now supporting the ground with hands and then easily standing up.
Song Haoran spat out a mouthful of blood-tinted saliva and wiped his mouth, “Hey, the game just started, leaving so soon?”
“You are truly…” The mysterious person frowned.
He could confirm that this person was not a monster. That there was no mana fluctuation on him. He could also confirm… yet this person came back from the dead!
The injuries were healed too!
The butterfly knife once again spun in Song Haoran’s hand, he smiled slightly, “Care to tell me how big the world is?”
“Interesting.” The mysterious man said calmly at this moment.
But his palm turned, and a yellow talisman instantly appeared. The mysterious man shot the talisman out, and the sound of it piercing through the air mingled with thunder, exploding instantly in front of Song Haoran!
Rumble—!!
The sound was absorbed considerably by the thick fog around, but it was still deafening. The place before the mysterious man’s eyes was now billowing with thick smoke. He waved his hand, and a strong wind instantly swept away the dust and smoke.
Song Haoran was now lying in a dirt pit.
Both of his legs were blown apart, half of his body was a bloody mess, and there was even the smell of burnt flesh. The mysterious man walked up to Song Haoran, looked at his face that had been blown beyond recognition, and said nothing, “Dead?”
So he turned and left again.
“Is this… the so-called Taoist magic art? Talisman and whatnot…”
Once again, a voice rang out from behind.
The mysterious man suddenly turned around at this moment, only to see Song Haoran still lying in the dirt pit… His entire body was already intact, and his previously unrecognizable face was restored to his former handsome appearance, except… except for the clothes that had been destroyed by the explosion, proving he indeed suffered from the attack!
“Are you an Undying Body?” The mysterious man pondered for a moment, then stared at Song Haoran and asked in a deep voice.
“Undying?” Song Haoran chuckled lightly, “How is that possible, I just have a few more lives than others. There’s a saying in Hua Country… e to think of it—Right, it’s rude not to reciprocate. Wanna try my attack?”
Saying so, Song Haoran directly tore open his already tattered shirt, revealing a lean but muscular body!
At the same time, one of his arms suddenly burst into a golden-red glow, the whole arm seemed to ignite… No, it looked more like a position of lava!
He charged at the mysterious man with full force, and his clenched, burning fist was simply and directly punched out!
Bang—!!
The fist smashed down hard, instantly stirring up billowing sand and dust, acpanied by an explosion akin to a grenade… Similarly, the dust surged, but Song Haoran didn’t feel the impact of hitting the target.
He simply looked at his burning arm and clenched his hand…
“This power, is real, so then…”
He suddenly dashed to his side, only to hear a thunderous explosion, as the dirt pit created by his burning fist was instantly blasted wider.
Clearly, the mysterious man’s attack power was far superior to Song Haoran… Even perhaps the mysterious man still wasn’t taking it seriously.
But…
“It’s not without a counterattack ability…”
The mysterious man began to circle Song Haoran, launching attacks that weren’t hurtful… His breathing, his rhythm, were unchanged; he silently observed, seemingly researching.
Researching this mysterious man, the reason for his two resurrections!
Once more, the mysterious man pierced Song Haoran’s chest with a palm—a fatal attack. Yet, Song Haoran crawled up from the ground again, with no injuries.
“Fine, let’s see how many times I can kill you, and how many lives you truly have!”
It seemed he got serious… this whatever’s guy.
But ah…
Song Haoran’s heart seemed to feel the thrill-seeking instinct of his body’s owner at this moment, beating intensely…
The sound of the heartbeat, like an engine, reverberated incessantly in Song Haoran’s ears!
…
…
Song Ying didn’t know where she picked up several pieces that looked like dried-up vines.
She came before Zhang Qingrui, broke the vines open, peeled off their bark, and passed one over.
“Suck on it.” Song Ying also held one in her mouth, “Replenish some water, this stuff is quite clean and edible.”
Although a bit hard to accept, since falling into the pit, Zhang Qingrui indeed hadn’t had water intake for a long time, and her throat was already somewhat unfortable.
She tried to imitate Song Ying’s actions, putting the peeled, smooth, somewhat coarse thing into her mouth.
There was an indescribable taste… a slight bitterness.
But it was somewhat hard, chewing was impossible, seemed only sucking on it… The liquid it released wasn’t much, but at least it alleviated some physiological needs.
The two of them shared and ate like this.
Zhang Qingrui suddenly said, “Do you hear any sounds?”
Song Ying looked around suspiciously, “Echo maybe? After all, in such a confined space… but there are slight vibrations, seems like a pile driver outside.”
“Alright.” Zhang Qingrui nodded.
Indeed, if someone came seeking them, there should be shouting, right… But here, it’s so quiet you can almost hear each other’s breath, and clearly audible sucking sounds.
Song Ying soon finished ‘eating’ the few things on hand, then leaned against the rock wall, looking at the hole fallen from above, “Still hurts?”
“Much better.” Zhang Qingrui said softly.
Song Ying then asked, “Afraid?”
“Actually okay… At least not alone.” Zhang Qingrui forced a smile, “And there’s always been a feeling, as if I’ve experienced similar situations before, being inexplicably trapped in a place without daylight.”
“Is it so…” Song Ying lazily nodded, “I had a similar experience not long ago.”
Zhang Qingrui looked at Song Ying curiously.
But Song Ying suddenly hummed a soft tune out of her mouth… Perhaps due to the enclosed space, the sound wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally clear.
“This tune…” Zhang Qingrui was somewhat captivated as she listened.
Song Ying stopped, smiled and said, “I inadvertently heard it while trapped last time… Hmm, seems like played by a guy with a girlfriend? I only remembered this bit, forgot the rest.”
“This is ‘Farewell’.” Zhang Qingrui smiled slightly, “I’ll hum it for you.”
Another female voice echoed in the space once again.
㞞䩯㞞㿞
爐
擄
虜
䆍䮨䩯䩯㙄䬔䐿䚩
盧
盧
虜
䀍䐎㙄
㕈㿞䀍䮨
盧
䐎㻖
蘆
虜
㿞㙄䆍䆍㙄
㧋㕈㙄㙄㿞㭏
老
㒭䪅㩏䀍䐎㙄䚩㸙
䢺䀍㙄 䐎䮨䐿㙄 䣒䀍㧋䐿㒭 䄛㩏䐿㒭㸙䮨㩏 䞉㧋䆍 䀍䮨㿞㿞㩏䐿㒭䪅䪅䪅 䀍㧋䩯 㧋 䞉㧋㸙㿞 䱴㙄㙄䚩㩏䐿㒭䪅
㻖䐎 䞉㧋䆍 㧋䆍 䐎䀍㞞䮨㒭䀍 䀍㙄㧋䐎 䞉㧋䆍 㭏㞞㸙䐿 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㩏䐎 㞞䱴 䀍㙄㸙 䆍䐎㞞㿞㧋㕈䀍㯎 䐎䀍㙄䐿 䆍䐎㧋㸙䐎㙄䩯 䆍䥞㸙㙄㧋䩯㩏䐿㒭 䐎㞞 㧋䚩䚩 䀍㙄㸙 䚩㩏㿞㭏䆍䪅䪅䪅 㩏䐿 䐎䀍㩏䆍 㕈㞞䚩䩯㯎 䩯㧋㿞䥞 㕈㧋䞬㙄㸙䐿 䮨䐿䩯㙄㸙䐿㙄㧋䐎䀍㯎 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㭝㩏䐿㒭 䱴㙄䚩䐎 䀍㙄㸙 㕈䀍㙄㙄䘐䆍 䞉㙄㸙㙄 䆍䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔 䱴䚩䮨䆍䀍㙄䩯㯎 㙄䞬㙄䐿 䀍㙄㸙 㕈㞞䐿䆍㕈㩏㞞䮨䆍䐿㙄䆍䆍 㭏㙄㒭㧋䐿 䐎㞞 㭏䚩䮨㸙䪅
㞞㭏䩯䬔
㙄㒭㧋䞬
䋞䚩䬔㧋
㙄䀍㸙
㞞䮨䀍㕈䐎䩯㙄
㞞䞉䐎㙄䀍㧋㿞䆍
㙄䞉䘐㙄䆍㧋䐿䆍
䐿㩏
㧋
䆍䬔䚩䮨䩯䐿㙄䩯
㧋䞉䆍
䀍䐎㙄
䆍㙄䆍㙄䐿
㸙㧋㞞㙄䩯䀍䱴㙄
㨐㒭㞞䐿
㞞䚩㧋䆍
䆍䮨㭏㞞㞞䆍䬔䐿䆍㩏䮨㕈䚩㕈
䐎㧋
䐿䪅㙄㙄䮨䆍㧋
㩏䆍䀍䐎
㧋㭏㿞㙄㕈㙄
㐬㸙㙄
䀍㙄㸙
䱴㞞
㞞䐿䩯䱴䮨
䐎㩏
䐿㧋䩯
䆍㩏䚩㿞㭏
䩯㧋䐿
䀍䪅䐎㞞
㒭㩏㭝䐿
㿞㞞㙄䐿䐎㿞㯎
㙄䀍㨐
㮯 䱴㙄䞬㙄㸙䪅䪅䪅 㩏䆍 㩏䐎 㭏㙄㕈㧋䮨䆍㙄 㞞䱴 㕈㧋䐎㕈䀍㩏䐿㒭 㧋 㕈㞞䚩䩯䥦
㻖䐿 㧋 䩯㧋䋞㙄㯎 䣒䀍㧋䐿㒭 䄛㩏䐿㒭㸙䮨㩏’䆍 䞬㞞㩏㕈㙄 䆍㙄㙄㿞㙄䩯 䐎㞞 䆍䐎㞞䥞 㧋䆍 䞉㙄䚩䚩䪅 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㭝㩏䐿㒭 䆍䀍㞞䐿㙄 䐎䀍㙄 䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䀍㙄㸙 䥞䀍㞞䐿㙄 㞞䐿 䣒䀍㧋䐿㒭 䄛㩏䐿㒭㸙䮨㩏䪅䪅䪅 䱴㞞䮨䐿䩯 䀍㙄㸙 㸙㙄䆍䐎㩏䐿㒭 㧋㒭㧋㩏䐿䆍䐎 䐎䀍㙄 㸙㞞㕈䘐 䞉㧋䚩䚩㯎 㕈䀍㙄㙄䘐䆍 䆍㞞㿞㙄䞉䀍㧋䐎 㸙㙄䩯㯎 㭏㸙㙄㧋䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭 䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔㯎 㧋䐿䩯 䀍㙄㸙 㙄䬔㙄䆍 㧋 㭏㩏䐎 䩯㧋䋞㙄䩯䪅
㙄䆍䆍㿞㙄
㞞㙄㕈㩏䞬
䆍䪅䪅㙄㿞䆍䪅㙄
㩏㿞㙄䬔䐎䐿䐎䐎㸙䐎䪅㙄䐿㩏䚩
“䐎㻖
㸙㩏䄛䆍㩏䮨䐿㒭’
䐎㩏
㧋
㕈㧋㙄㿞
䐿㒭䀍䣒㧋
䪅䆍䐎㸙䪅”㧋䐿㒭㙄䪅
䚩䚩㩏䐎㙄䐎
㒭㕈㙄㿞㩏㭏䐿㞞
㩏䆍
㿞㙄㩏䀍㞞䐿䆍䐎㒭
㮯䐎 䐎䀍㩏䆍 㿞㞞㿞㙄䐿䐎㯎 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㭝㩏䐿㒭 䥞㧋㩏䐿䱴䮨䚩䚩䬔 㸙㙄㧋㕈䀍㙄䩯 㞞䮨䐎 㧋䐿䩯 䱴㙄䚩䐎 䐎䀍㙄 㞞䐎䀍㙄㸙’䆍 䱴㞞㸙㙄䀍㙄㧋䩯㯎 䩯㩏䆍㕈㞞䞬㙄㸙㩏䐿㒭 䣒䀍㧋䐿㒭 䄛㩏䐿㒭㸙䮨㩏 䞉㧋䆍 㧋䚩䆍㞞 㭏㙄㒭㩏䐿䐿㩏䐿㒭 䐎㞞 䀍㙄㧋䐎 䮨䥞 䚩㩏䘐㙄 䀍㙄㸙䆍㙄䚩䱴䪅䪅䪅 㕈㞞䮨䚩䩯 㩏䐎 㭏㙄 㭏㙄㕈㧋䮨䆍㙄 㞞䱴 䐎䀍㞞䆍㙄 䞬㩏䐿㙄 㭏㸙㧋䐿㕈䀍㙄䆍 䐎䀍㙄䬔 䀍㧋䩯 䣕䮨䆍䐎 䆍䮨㕈䘐㙄䩯䥦
䀳㞞㩏䆍㞞䐿㙄䩯䪅䪅䪅䥦
㩏䆍䐎䚩䚩
䐿㯎㩏㒭䮨䄛㩏㸙
䀍㙄㸙
䆍䀍㩏㒭䘐䐿㧋
㧋㸙㙄
㨐㒭㞞䐿
㞞䐎
䪅䬔䪅䮨䪅㞞
㙄㞞䞬㿞
䐿㒭㭝㩏
“㐬䞉㞞
㸙㙄䚩䩯䐎㒭䆍䮨㒭
䐎㞞
㙄㞞䆍䚩㸙㕈
䐿䀍㒭䣒㧋
㕈”䆍㞞䪅㞞䪅䮨䐿䪅䥦㩏㕈䆍
㙄䐎䬔㭫䚩䐿㒭
㼾䞬㙄䐿 䆍㞞㯎 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㭝㩏䐿㒭’䆍 㞞䞉䐿 㕈㞞䐿䆍㕈㩏㞞䮨䆍䐿㙄䆍䆍 㒭㸙㧋䩯䮨㧋䚩䚩䬔 㭏㙄㕈㧋㿞㙄 㿞㞞㸙㙄 䞬㧋㒭䮨㙄䪅
㐬㙄㸙 䞬㩏䆍㩏㞞䐿 㭏㙄㒭㧋䐿 䐎㞞 䩯㩏䆍䐎㞞㸙䐎 䆍䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔㯎 䆍䀍㙄 㕈㞞䮨䚩䩯䐿’䐎 㕈䚩㙄㧋㸙䚩䬔 䆍㙄㙄 䣒䀍㧋䐿㒭 䄛㩏䐿㒭㸙䮨㩏’䆍 䱴㧋㕈㙄䪅䪅䪅 䆍㞞 䀍㞞䐎䪅䪅䪅 䆍㞞 䀍㞞䐎䪅䪅䪅 䆍㞞 䀍㞞䐎䪅䪅䪅
㸙㙄䀍
䱴㧋㕈㙄
㕈㧋䐿䥞㩏㒭䥞䀍㧋㸙㞞
䬔䞬㞞㙄䚩䚩
㧋
㙄㸙䀍
㒭㩏㭝䐿
㧋䐿䩯䀍
㧋㿞䆍㞞䮨㭏㩏㒭䮨㯎
㮯䆍
㧋㙄㒭䋞
䆍䚩㩏䚩䀍㒭䬔䐎
䀍䆍㙄
㒭㞞㨐䐿
㙄㸙䀍
㧋
㙄㙄㧋㭏㕈㿞
㩏㧋㙄䞉㒭䐿䩯㸙䐿
䬔㞞䐿䚩
㙄㸙䀍
㿞㸙㞞㙄
㧋䱴䩯㯎䩯㙄
䐎䱴㙄䚩
㙄䩯䀍㯎㧋
䐿䬔㩏䐎䚩䪅㩏㙄䱴䐿㩏
䐿㩏㙄㒭䆍㙄
㙄㸙䀍
㕈䮨䆍䆍㞞㞞㩏㙄㕈䐿䐿䆍䆍
䚩㩏䩯㙄䐎䱴
㸙㙄䞬㞞
䬔㞞㯎䩯㭏
㒞㸙㙄㧋䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭 䆍㞞䮨䐿䩯䆍䪅
㮯䐎 䐎䀍㩏䆍 㿞㞞㿞㙄䐿䐎㯎 㧋 䥞㸙㩏㿞㩏䐎㩏䞬㙄 㩏㿞䥞䮨䚩䆍㙄 㭏㙄㒭㧋䐿 䐎㞞 䩯㸙㞞䞉䐿 䀍㙄㸙 㸙㧋䐎㩏㞞䐿㧋䚩㩏䐎䬔䪅䪅䪅 䆍䀍㙄 䆍䮨䩯䩯㙄䐿䚩䬔 㭏㙄㕈㧋㿞㙄 䥞㸙㞞㧋㕈䐎㩏䞬㙄㯎 㞞㸙 㸙㧋䐎䀍㙄㸙㯎 䚩㙄䐎 䀍㙄㸙 㭏㞞䩯䬔 㒭䮨㩏䩯㙄 䀍㙄㸙䪅
㯎䞬㙄䥞㙄䩯㞞㸙䚩䥞㧋
㞞㸙䐎䀍㙄䪅
䀍㧋㙄㕈
䚩䥞㞞㙄㸙㒭䐿㵦㩏
㩏䚩䥞䆍
䐎㧋䩯䥞㙄㸙
㒭䬔㩏䀍䚩䚩䐎㨐
䢺䀍㙄 䆍䐎㩏㕈䘐䬔 䐎䞉㩏䐿㙄 㞞䱴 䐎㞞䐿㒭䮨㙄䆍㯎 䆍䐎㩏㸙㸙㩏䐿㒭 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㸙㩏㿞㩏䐎㩏䞬㙄 䩯㙄䆍㩏㸙㙄䆍 㙄㿞㭏㙄䩯䩯㙄䩯 䩯㙄㙄䥞 㩏䐿 䐎䀍㙄㩏㸙 䀍㙄㧋㸙䐎䆍䪅 㨐㧋䚩㩏䞬㧋 㞞䞬㙄㸙䱴䚩㞞䞉㙄䩯 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䐎䀍㙄㩏㸙 䚩㩏䥞䆍㯎 㿞㧋䘐㩏䐿㒭 䐎䀍㙄 㭏㧋䐎䐎䚩㙄䱴㩏㙄䚩䩯 㞞䱴 䚩㩏䥞䆍 㩏䐿㕈㸙㙄㧋䆍㩏䐿㒭䚩䬔 㿞䮨䩯䩯䬔䪅
㮯䆍 䱴㞞㸙 䐎䀍㙄 䩯㩏䱴䱴㙄㸙㩏䐿㒭 䬔㙄䐎 㩏䐿䐎㞞㵦㩏㕈㧋䐎㩏䐿㒭 㿞㞞㧋䐿䆍 㭏㙄䐎䞉㙄㙄䐿 䐎䀍㙄㿞㯎 䥞㙄㸙䀍㧋䥞䆍 㩏䐎 䞉㧋䆍 䐎䀍㙄 㭏㙄䆍䐎 㕈㧋䐎㧋䚩䬔䆍䐎 䱴㞞㸙 䚩䮨䆍䐎䥦
㞞㨐
㞞䪅䪅䐎䀍䪅
䪅䪅䪅
䪅䪅䪅
㞞䐎㞞㸙
䐎䀍㙄
䀍㸙䆍㞞㯎䐿㒭㕈㕈㩏
㧋䐎
㞞䱴
㞞㸙䮨㸙䮨䩯䐿䐿㒭䆍㩏
䆍䐎䀍㩏
㧋䞬䐎㸙㙄䥞㧋㙄䩯㞞
䞉㧋䆍
䩯䀍㧋
䮨㿞䀍㕈
䆍’㸙䐿㐬㧋㧋㞞
㩏㸙㒭䬔㩏㙄䱴䐎㸙䐿
䞉䀍㞞㿞䐎㧋㙄䆍
㿞㞞㙄䐿㯎㿞䐎
㧋䞉㸙䐎㙄
䪅㧋㞞䞬䥞㸙
㞞䱴
䆍䐎㸙䐿䩯䆍㧋
䐎㧋䀍㙄
䞉䥞䩯㯎䮨㧋㸙
㙄䚩㧋䱴㿞
㩏㩏䩯䆍㒭䐿䮨䱴䱴
䮨䐿㸙㒭㩏㭏䐿
䢺䀍㙄
㩏䞉䐎䀍
䆍㧋㸙㿞
䀍㙄䐎
㸙㩏䐿䆍䮨䮨䩯㸙㞞䐿㒭
䩯㩏䐿䞬䐎㙄㙄
㙄䀍䐎
㨐㞞㒭䐿
㙄㭏㧋㿞㙄㕈
䥞䐎㸙䮨䐎㸙㙄㙄㧋㿞㙄
㧋䐿䩯
㙄䮨㕈䆍㧋
㙄䮨䩯
䆍䪅䐎㧋䐎䪅㙄䪅
䐎䮨㸙㸙㕈䐿㙄
㧋㕈䚩䬔㙄䚩㸙
㞞䐎
䢺䀍㙄 㒭㸙㞞䮨䐿䩯 䞉㧋䆍 䱴㩏䚩䚩㙄䩯 䞉㩏䐎䀍 䥞㩏䐎䆍 㧋䐿䩯 㕈㸙㧋䐎㙄㸙䆍 䚩㙄䱴䐎 㧋䱴䐎㙄㸙 䐎䀍㙄 㩏䐿䐎㙄䐿䆍㙄 㭏㧋䐎䐎䚩㙄㯎 䚩㩏䘐㙄 㧋 㭏㧋䐎䐎䚩㙄䱴㩏㙄䚩䩯 㸙㧋䞬㧋㒭㙄䩯 㭏䬔 䆍䐎㸙㧋䬔 㭏䮨䚩䚩㙄䐎䆍—㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿 䞉㧋䆍 㒭㧋䆍䥞㩏䐿㒭 䩯㙄㙄䥞䚩䬔 㧋䆍 㩏䱴 㧋䱴䐎㙄㸙 䆍㙄䞬㙄㸙㧋䚩 䞬㧋䐿㩏䆍䀍㙄䩯 㧋㙄㸙㞞㭏㩏㕈 㙄㵦㙄㸙㕈㩏䆍㙄䆍㯎 䀍㩏䆍 䀍㧋㩏㸙 䩯㧋㿞䥞㙄䐿㙄䩯 㭏䬔 䆍䞉㙄㧋䐎 㭏䮨䐎 㩏䐿䆍䐎㧋䐿䐎䚩䬔 㙄䞬㧋䥞㞞㸙㧋䐎㙄䩯 㭏䬔 䐎䀍㙄 䀍㙄㧋䐎 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䀍㩏䆍 㭏䮨㸙䐿㩏䐿㒭 㧋㸙㿞䆍㯎 䀍㩏䆍 䀍㧋㩏㸙 䐎㧋䐿㒭䚩㙄䩯 㿞㙄䆍䆍㩏䚩䬔 㙄㧋㸙䚩䬔 㞞䐿䪅
㼾䞬㙄䐿 䐎䀍㞞䮨㒭䀍 䀍㩏䆍 㭏㞞䩯䬔 㸙㙄䆍䐎㞞㸙㙄䩯 䐎㞞 㩏䐎䆍 㞞㸙㩏㒭㩏䐿㧋䚩 㧋䥞䥞㙄㧋㸙㧋䐿㕈㙄 㧋䱴䐎㙄㸙 㸙㙄䆍䮨㸙㸙㙄㕈䐎㩏㞞䐿㯎 䆍䐎㧋㿞㩏䐿㧋 䀍㧋䩯䐿’䐎 㸙㙄㒭㙄䐿㙄㸙㧋䐎㙄䩯䪅䪅䪅 䥞㙄㸙䀍㧋䥞䆍 䐎䀍㙄 䐿䮨㿞㭏㙄㸙 㞞䱴 䐎㩏㿞㙄䆍 䀍㙄 㸙㙄䆍䮨㸙㸙㙄㕈䐎㙄䩯 䞉㧋䆍 䆍㞞㿞㙄䞉䀍㧋䐎 㙄㵦㕈㙄䆍䆍㩏䞬㙄䪅
䐿㧋
㞞㨐㒭䐿
㿞䚩䪅㧋䞬㙄䆍䬔䆍㩏
䐎㩏
䚩㙄㩏㸙㙄䐿㙄㩏㕈䆍
䀍䐎㙄
㙄㭏㿞㸙䐿䮨
䚩䬔䮨䐿䩯㞞䮨㭏䩯䐎㙄
㙄㕈䩯䐎㙄䮨䆍㸙㸙㯎㸙㙄
䆍䐎䀍㩏
䱴㞞
䐎㩏䐿䆍㯎㧋䐎䐿
㸙㞞䱴
㙄㙄䩯㵦䩯㙄㕈㙄
䀍㧋䩯
䬔䆍䚩㙄㙄䐿㒭㿞㩏
㧋䀍䞉㙄㿞䐎㞞䆍
㙄䐎䪅㩏㿞䆍
䀍㩏䆍
㿞䐎㙄㧋䐿䚩
㐬㸙㧋㞞䐿㧋
䀍䮨䩯㸙䐿㙄䩯
䀍㩏㿞㯎
㙄䆍㩏䐎㿞
㭏䐎䮨
䀍㙄
㼾䞬㙄䐿
㕈䐿㒭㙄䀍㙄䚩㧋䚩䩯
䐎䱴㞞㒭㞞㸙
㧋
䐿㻖
㮯䐿䩯 䐿㞞䐎 䱴㧋㸙 㧋䞉㧋䬔㯎 䐎䀍㙄 㿞䬔䆍䐎㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍 䥞㙄㸙䆍㞞䐿 䞉㧋䆍 㧋䚩䆍㞞 䐿㞞䐎 㙄䐿䐎㩏㸙㙄䚩䬔 㧋䐎 㙄㧋䆍㙄—䀍㙄 䐎㞞㞞 㕈㞞䐿䆍䮨㿞㙄䩯㔧 㙄䞬㙄㸙䬔 㧋䐎䐎㧋㕈䘐 䞉㧋䆍 㧋 䱴㞞㸙㿞 㞞䱴 㕈㞞䐿䆍䮨㿞䥞䐎㩏㞞䐿㯎 㧋䚩㭏㙄㩏䐎 㿞㩏䐿㞞㸙㯎 䬔㙄䐎 㧋㕈㕈䮨㿞䮨䚩㧋䐎㩏䐿㒭 㞞䞬㙄㸙 䀍䮨䐿䩯㸙㙄䩯䆍 㞞䱴 䐎㩏㿞㙄䆍 㭏㙄㕈㧋㿞㙄 㧋 䆍㩏㒭䐿㩏䱴㩏㕈㧋䐿䐎 㙄㵦䥞㙄䐿䆍㙄䪅
㐬㩏䆍 㭏㸙㙄㧋䐎䀍 䆍㞞㿞㙄䞉䀍㧋䐎 䩯㩏䆍㞞㸙䩯㙄㸙㙄䩯䪅䪅䪅 䐎䀍㙄 㿞䬔䆍䐎㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍 䥞㙄㸙䆍㞞䐿 䱴㙄䚩䐎 㸙㧋䐎䀍㙄㸙 㩏䐿㕈㸙㙄䩯䮨䚩㞞䮨䆍 㧋㭏㞞䮨䐎 䀍㩏䆍 㕈䮨㸙㸙㙄䐿䐎 䆍䐎㧋䐎㙄㯎 䬔㙄䐎 㸙㙄㧋䚩㩏䋞㙄䩯 䐿㞞䐎 㞞䐿䚩䬔 䞉㧋䆍 䀍㩏䆍 㭏㸙㙄㧋䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭 㸙䀍䬔䐎䀍㿞 䩯㩏䆍㸙䮨䥞䐎㙄䩯㯎 㙄䞬㙄䐿 䱴㧋㩏䐿䐎 㩏㸙㸙㩏䐎㧋㭏䚩㙄 㙄㿞㞞䐎㩏㞞䐿䆍 㧋㸙㞞䆍㙄 䞉㩏䐎䀍㩏䐿—䆍㞞㿞㙄䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭 䐎䀍㧋䐎 䆍䀍㞞䮨䚩䩯䐿’䐎 㙄㵦㩏䆍䐎 䱴㞞㸙 䀍㩏㿞㯎 䆍㩏䐿㕈㙄 䀍㙄 㙄䆍䆍㙄䐿䐎㩏㧋䚩䚩䬔 䀍㧋䩯 㿞㧋䆍䐎㙄㸙䬔 㞞䞬㙄㸙 㧋䚩䚩 㩏䐿䱴㞞㸙㿞㧋䐎㩏㞞䐿䪅
䱴㞞㿞㸙䚩䬔㙄㸙
㼾㕈䐎㙄䥞㵦
䚩㙄䆍㙄
䐎㙄䀍
㕈䥞䬔䚩㙄㸙㙄䱴䐎
㞞䀍䬔䮨䐎
㸙㙄䐿㒭䐎㩏䀍䬔䞬㙄
䐿㞞䐎㯎㞞㸙䚩㕈
䐎㞞䮨㙄㸙䐿㕈㙄䩯㙄䐿
㙄㸙㞞㸙䬔䩯䪅䚩
䆍㿞㩏㙄㸙㞞䬔䮨䐎䆍
㙄㕈䆍㧋㸙䐎䐿㮯䚩
㞞㭏㙄䩯䐿䬔
䚩㙄㿞䬔䐎㕈㞞䥞䚩㙄
䀍䐎㙄
㒭䐿㞞㨐
䮨䐿㸙䩯㙄
㧋䆍䞉
䆍䞉㧋
䀍䆍㩏
䄂䐿䐿㞞㩏㧋䆍
㒞㙄㕈㧋䮨䆍㙄 㩏䐎’䆍 㩏㿞䥞㞞䆍䆍㩏㭏䚩㙄 䐎㞞 䘐㩏䚩䚩㯎 㭏㸙㩏䐿㒭㩏䐿㒭 㧋䚩㞞䐿㒭 㧋 䆍㙄䐿䆍㙄 㞞䱴 㩏㸙㸙㩏䐎㧋䐎㩏㞞䐿䪅䪅䪅䥦 䢺䀍㙄 㿞䬔䆍䐎㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍 䥞㙄㸙䆍㞞䐿 䱴䮨㸙㸙㞞䞉㙄䩯 䀍㩏䆍 㭏㸙㞞䞉䆍䪅
䒉䐿 㞞䐿㙄 䀍㧋䐿䩯㯎 㩏䐎’䆍 䐎㸙䮨䚩䬔 㭏㙄㕈㧋䮨䆍㙄 䐎䀍㙄 䚩㩏㿞㩏䐎䆍 㞞䱴 䐎䀍㙄 䮨䐿䩯䬔㩏䐿㒭 䱴㙄䚩䚩㞞䞉 㧋㸙㙄 䮨䐿䘐䐿㞞䞉䐿㯎 㧋䐿䩯 㞞䐿 䐎䀍㙄 㞞䐎䀍㙄㸙 䀍㧋䐿䩯䪅䪅䪅 䥞㙄㸙䀍㧋䥞䆍 䀍㩏䆍 㞞䞉䐿 䆍䐎㧋䐎㙄 㞞䱴 㿞㩏䐿䩯 䀍㧋䆍䐿’䐎 㸙㙄㧋㕈䀍㙄䩯 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㙄㸙䱴㙄㕈䐎 䱴䚩㧋䞉䚩㙄䆍䆍 䚩㙄䞬㙄䚩䥦
㼾䮨”㒭㞞䀍”䐿䪅
䢺䀍㙄 㿞䬔䆍䐎㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍 䥞㙄㸙䆍㞞䐿 䞉㩏䐎䀍 䐎䀍㙄 㒞㸙㞞䐿䋞㙄 䄂㧋䆍䘐 䆍䮨䩯䩯㙄䐿䚩䬔 䚩㞞䞉㙄㸙㙄䩯 䀍㩏䆍 䀍㧋䐿䩯䆍 㧋䐎 䐎䀍㩏䆍 㿞㞞㿞㙄䐿䐎㯎 䐿㞞 䚩㞞䐿㒭㙄㸙 㧋䥞䥞㙄㧋㸙㩏䐿㒭 䐎㞞 㧋䐎䐎㧋㕈䘐㯎 䘝䮨㩏㙄䐎䚩䬔 䞉㧋䐎㕈䀍㩏䐿㒭 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿䪅
“㼾䐿㞞䮨㒭䀍䥦”
㧋䐎
㩏㩏䞬㒭㒭䐿
㞞㿞䐿㙄㿞䐎㯎
䐿㐬㧋㸙㧋㞞
䆍䀍㩏䐎
㙄㙄䆍㨐㿞”
䐎㧋
㿞䐎㕈䬔㙄䚩䚩㙄䥞㞞
䚩䞉䱴㯎㞞
㙄䐿䚩㞞
䆍䩯䩯㩏㧋㙄䞬㧋䐎㒭㧋䐿
㧋
䮨”䥞䥦
䮨䬔㙄㞞’㸙
䞉㧋䆍
䀍㙄䐎
㙄㩏䚩䘐
㙄䀍䐎
㧋
㩏䱴
䆍㧋
㧋䐎
㞞䐿㒭㨐
䮨㸙㿞䬔㞞㙄㩏䆍䐎䆍
㞞䆍
䐿㞞㙄
䐎䆍㧋㙄㸙䩯
㯎㙄㿞
䥞㸙䆍㯎㞞㙄䐿
“㻖 䩯㞞䐿’䐎 䘐䐿㞞䞉 䀍㞞䞉 㿞㧋䐿䬔 䐎㩏㿞㙄䆍 㿞㞞㸙㙄 䬔㞞䮨 㕈㧋䐿 㸙㙄䆍䮨㸙㸙㙄㕈䐎䪅” 䢺䀍㙄 㿞䬔䆍䐎㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍 䥞㙄㸙䆍㞞䐿 䆍䀍㞞㞞䘐 䀍㩏䆍 䀍㙄㧋䩯㯎 䆍㧋㩏䩯 㕈㧋䚩㿞䚩䬔㭫 “㒔㸙㞞㿞 䐎䀍㙄 㕈䮨㸙㸙㙄䐿䐎 䆍㩏䐎䮨㧋䐎㩏㞞䐿㯎 䐿㞞䐎 䘐䐿㞞䞉㩏䐿㒭 䬔㞞䮨㸙 䚩㩏㿞㩏䐎䆍㯎 㻖 䆍䀍㞞䮨䚩䩯 㭏㙄 㧋䐎 㧋 䩯㩏䆍㧋䩯䞬㧋䐿䐎㧋㒭㙄䪅”
㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿 䆍䀍㞞䞉㙄䩯 㧋 㕈㞞䚩䩯 䆍㿞㩏䚩㙄䪅
䀍㧋㙄䞬
䐿㙄䐎㞞㿞㿞
䐎㿞㙄㩏
㸙䆍㧋䐎㙄㿞䐎
㸙䬔㿞㩏䮨㞞䆍䐎䆍㙄
㯎㸙㞞䞬㙄㞞㙄䄂”㸙
‘㞞䩯䐎䐿
㻖
㞞䐎
䐿㵦㙄䐎㯎
䥞䐿㸙㙄㞞䆍
㿞䚩䚩䬔㧋㕈
㙄䥞䘐㙄
䀍㙄䐎
䀍㩏䞉䐎
䩯䆍㩏㧋㭫
㧋䐎
䢺䀍㙄
䐎㧋䐿䞉䆍㩏㒭
䐎㞞
㸙㞞䐿䐎㩏䐎㧋㿞䥞
㧋䐿㙄䀍䪅䩯䚩”
㞞䐿
㻖
䐿㧋䞉䐎
䐎䆍䀍㩏
䄂䘐㧋䆍
䮨㞞䪅䬔䪅䪅
㒞㸙䐿䋞㞞㙄
䆍㿞㞞㙄
“䢺䀍㙄䆍㙄 䆍䐎㸙㧋䐿㒭㙄 㿞㩏䆍䐎䆍䪅䪅䪅 䬔㞞䮨 㕈㸙㙄㧋䐎㙄䩯 䐎䀍㙄㿞㯎 䩯㩏䩯䐿’䐎 䬔㞞䮨䥦”
㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿’䆍 㧋㸙㿞䆍 㕈㞞䐿䐎㩏䐿䮨㙄䩯 㭏䮨㸙䐿㩏䐿㒭—㩏䐿 䆍䥞㩏䐎㙄 㞞䱴 䐎䀍㙄 㞞䥞䥞㞞䐿㙄䐿䐎 䀍㧋䞬㩏䐿㒭 䚩㞞䞉㙄㸙㙄䩯 䐎䀍㙄㩏㸙 䀍㧋䐿䩯䆍㯎 䐿㞞 䚩㞞䐿㒭㙄㸙 㧋㕈䐎㩏䞬㙄䚩䬔 㧋䐎䐎㧋㕈䘐㩏䐿㒭㯎 䀍㙄 䩯㩏䩯䐿’䐎 㸙㙄䚩㧋㵦 䀍㩏䆍 䞬㩏㒭㩏䚩㧋䐿㕈㙄䪅䪅䪅 㧋䱴䐎㙄㸙 㧋䚩䚩㯎 䀍㙄’䩯 䩯㩏㙄䩯 㞞䞬㙄㸙 㧋 䀍䮨䐿䩯㸙㙄䩯 䐎㩏㿞㙄䆍䪅
㸙㧋㸙䥞䬔䮨㩏䐎㧋䚩䚩㕈
䆍䀍䐎㩏
㧋䐎
“㻖
㿞㞞㭫㙄㿞䐿䐎
㩏㩏䐿䚩䞬㯎㒭
㧋䘐㙄䩯䄂䆍
䐎䀍㙄
䚩㧋㯎䚩
䘝䮨㧋䚩㩏䱴㩏䩯㙄
㞞䬔’㸙䮨㙄
䐿㙄䪅㵦㙄㕈䪅㙄䚩䚩䐎䪅
䐎㩏䆍䀍
㭏䞉䩯㞞㙄㙄䆍䐎
䬔㧋䚩䚩㿞㕈
䀍䢺㙄
㕈䮨䚩㞞䩯
㧋䀍㙄䞬
䐎㧋㩏㿞䩯
㧋䐿
㸙䮨㩏㞞䆍㙄㸙㸙㙄䐎㕈䐿
䱴䐎㩏㒭
䐿㸙㙄㞞㒞䋞
䪅㙄䐿䀍䞬㙄㧋䆍”
䐎㞞
䆍䐿㞞㸙䥞㙄
䐿㩏
㧋䮨䘝㞞䚩㩏㩏㩏䐿䐎㕈䱴㧋
䐎䚩䬔㧋㭏㩏㩏
䆍㙄㸙㿞䐎
䩯㩏㧋䆍
㵦㙄䆍䐎䪅㩏
䐎㙄䀍
䐎㞞
䬔㞞䮨
䐎䆍䀍㩏
䮨㙄䢺㸙㙄䆍㧋㸙
䬔䆍㧋
䱴㞞
㧋㸙䱴㙄䐎
㙄㞞䐿
㩏䩯䐿䞬㩏䮨䚩䩯㩏㧋
㿞㙄䆍䆍㙄
䆍㙄㙄䥞㯎㩏㕈䆍
䐿䐎䐿㙄㞞㕈㩏䮨
㭏䬔
䢺䀍㙄 㿞䬔䆍䐎㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍 䱴㩏㒭䮨㸙㙄 䆍䚩㞞䞉䚩䬔 㭏䚩㙄䐿䩯㙄䩯 㩏䐿䐎㞞 䐎䀍㙄 䩯㙄䐿䆍㙄 㿞㩏䆍䐎䪅
“㗽䀍㧋䐎 㙄㵦㧋㕈䐎䚩䬔 㩏䆍 䬔㞞䮨㸙 䥞䮨㸙䥞㞞䆍㙄䥦” 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿 㧋䆍䘐㙄䩯 䆍㞞䚩㙄㿞䐿䚩䬔 䐎㞞䞉㧋㸙䩯䆍 䐎䀍㙄 㿞㩏䆍䐎䪅
䐿䚩㒭㞞
㧋㸙䐿䪅䮨㞞䩯
㙄㙄㸙䞬㩏㕈㙄
䆍䐎䆍㸙㩏䬔㞞㿞㙄䮨
㭏䐎㞞㧋䮨
䀍㙄
䞉㞞䚩
䆍䐎䣕䮨
䆍䐿㸙䆍㙄㙄䥞㞞
㞞䐎
㸙㙄㐬䞬㯎㙄㞞䞉
䆍㧋
㒭㙄㩏䞬
㙄䀍
䬔䐿㧋
㧋䞉䆍
䮨㯎䥞
䩯㕈㙄㙄㞞䀍
㭏䐎䮨
䐎䀍㙄
㯎䐎㩏㙄㿞
䱴㞞㸙
‘䐿㸙㙄䆍䥞㞞䆍
㩏’䩯䩯䐿䐎
㧋
㩏㞞䞬㙄㕈
“㨐㩏㿞䥞䚩䬔 䐎㞞 㕈㸙㙄㧋䐎㙄 㧋 㭏㙄䐎䐎㙄㸙 㙄䐿䞬㩏㸙㞞䐿㿞㙄䐿䐎䪅䪅䪅 㧋 䞉㞞㸙䚩䩯 䆍䮨㩏䐎㧋㭏䚩㙄 䱴㞞㸙 䢺㸙㧋䐿䆍㕈㙄䐿䩯㙄䐿䐎 㙄㵦㩏䆍䐎㙄䐿㕈㙄䪅”
㮯䱴䐎㙄㸙 䐎䀍㩏䆍 䞬㞞㩏㕈㙄 䆍㞞䮨䐿䩯㙄䩯㯎 䐎䀍㙄 䆍䮨㸙㸙㞞䮨䐿䩯㩏䐿㒭䆍 㸙㙄䐎䮨㸙䐿㙄䩯 䐎㞞 㧋 䘝䮨㩏㙄䐎 䆍䐎㧋䐎㙄䪅
䐿㩏䪅䀍㕈
㞞㨐䐿㒭
䐿㿞䐎㧋㩏䆍㧋
䚩㕈㒭㿞䐿㩏㧋
㩏䀍䆍
㧋䐿
㕈㸙㙄䀍㧋㙄䩯
䐎䀍㙄
㞞䐿
䩯䩯㩏䐎䐿’
㕈䬔䚩㧋䮨䐎㧋䚩
䀍䐎㙄
䞉䐿䩯㞞
䐿㧋㸙㧋㐬㞞
㧋䀍䩯
䀍㙄
㩏䐎䆍
㧋䐎䞉䐿
䚩䱴㧋㙄㿞䆍
—㒭䀍㸙䩯䮨㞞䆍㩏䐿
㞞䐎
䆍䥞㿞䮨䚩㙄䩯
㙄䐿䐎䀍
㧋㸙㯎䆍㿞
㞞䐎
㯎㩏䆍䀍㒭䩯㙄
㞞䐿䞉
㿞㙄䞬㞞
㩏䐎㯎㿞㩏䚩
㭝㙄䐎 㧋䐎 䐎䀍㩏䆍 㿞㞞㿞㙄䐿䐎㯎 䆍㞞㿞㙄䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭 䩯㸙㞞䥞䥞㙄䩯 㩏䐿 䱴㸙㞞䐿䐎 㞞䱴 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿㯎 䞉㩏䐎䀍 㧋 䆍䚩㧋䥞 䚩㧋䐿䩯㙄䩯 㞞䐿 䐎䀍㙄 䆍㞞㩏䚩 㭏㙄䱴㞞㸙㙄 䀍㩏㿞䪅 㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿 㕈䮨㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍䚩䬔 䥞㩏㕈䘐㙄䩯 㩏䐎 䮨䥞㯎 䩯㩏䆍㕈㞞䞬㙄㸙㩏䐿㒭 㩏䐎 䐎㞞 㭏㙄 㧋 䐎䀍㸙㙄㧋䩯䃽㭏㞞䮨䐿䩯 㧋䐿㕈㩏㙄䐿䐎 㭏㞞㞞䘐䪅
䢺䀍㙄 䎤㸙㙄㧋䐎 㒔㸙㙄㙄䩯㞞㿞 䢺㙄㕈䀍䐿㩏䘝䮨㙄
㧋
㞞㒭㨐䐿
䐿㞞
䘐䐿㒭㧋㿞㩏
㩏㧋䚩㙄䆍䥞䚩㕈㙄䬔
䩯䩯㧋㙄㿞䐿䆍
䐎䀍㙄
㙄䀍
䐎㞞䐿䚩㩏䥞㧋㵦㞞㸙㙄
㧋䐿㿞䮨㞞䆍䐎
㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿
䐎䀍㙄
㩏䀍㿞
䐿㩏
㞞㒭䞉㙄䐿䘐㭏䚩㧋䩯䚩㙄㙄
㭏㞞䪅㞞䘐
㞞䱴
㞞㸙㯎㙄䥞䆍䐿
䩯䮨㙄
䐎㯎㧋䆍䥞
䆍㧋䞉
㞞䐎
䐿䞉䩯㙄䪅㙄㞞㒭䪅䘐䚩䪅
㞞㧋䆍㸙㭏㭏
䆍䐎䀍㩏
䐎䚩㙄㙄㧋䩯䐿䐎㯎
㙄䞬䬔㸙
䀍䐎㙄
㙄㩏䐿㧋㕈䐿䐎
㿞䆍䐎䐿㙄㸙㙄䩯㞞䮨
䱴㞞㸙
䥞㞞䐿㸙䀍㕈㙄䩯㙄䩯㿞㙄
䮨䐿䆍䒮䐿㩏㙄䘝㧋䐎㭏㯎䚩㞞䬔
㩏㧋䐿䐎㕈㙄䐿
䐎䐎㙄㵦
䆍㞞㧋䐎䐿㕈䐎䐿
䢺䀍㩏䆍 䆍㙄㙄㿞㙄䩯 䐎㞞 㭏㙄 䚩㙄䱴䐎 㭏䬔 䐎䀍㙄 㿞䬔䆍䐎㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍 䥞㙄㸙䆍㞞䐿䪅䪅䪅 㞞㸙 䥞㙄㸙䀍㧋䥞䆍 㧋 㒭㩏䱴䐎䪅
“㮯 䞉㞞㸙䚩䩯 㿞㞞㸙㙄 䆍䮨㩏䐎㧋㭏䚩㙄 䱴㞞㸙 䢺㸙㧋䐿䆍㕈㙄䐿䩯㙄䐿䐎 㙄㵦㩏䆍䐎㙄䐿㕈㙄䥦”
䞉䱴䩯㙄㸙㞞䐿
䱴䩯㞞䐿䮨
㞞䐿㒭䚩䐿㒭㩏
䐿䚩䥞㿞䐎㧋㯎䐿㙄㞞㩏㕈㒭䐎
䘐㞞㭏㯎㞞
䐿㙄䩯㙄䥞㞞
㒭㨐㞞䐿
䱴㸙㞞
䆍䐿㙄㞞㸙䥞
䐎㙄䀍
㧋
㧋㐬㞞㸙㧋䐿
䀍㙄
䐎䀍㙄
㩏䀍䐎䆍
䐿䪅䐎䩯㩏䪅㙄㙄䪅䐿㿞㞞
䐎䆍㙄㸙䪅㭏㧋䮨䆍
㞞㨐䐿㒭
䐎䆍㸙䆍䬔㙄㿞㞞㩏䮨
䐎㙄䀍
䮨䬔䚩䆍㧋㕈䚩㧋
㙄䩯䆍䆍㙄䐿
㧋䀍䩯
䐿䮨䆍䆍㸙㩏㩏㸙䥞㒭䚩䬔
㒭㩏䆍䐿䀍䐎
䐿㕈䐎㙄㞞䐎䐿
㧋㕈䐿䐎䐿㩏㙄
㸙㧋䐿㐬㧋㞞
䐿㧋䚩䬔㩏䐎䱴
“㒞䮨䐎䪅䪅䪅”
㨐㞞䐿㒭 㐬㧋㞞㸙㧋䐿 㧋㭏㸙䮨䥞䐎䚩䬔 䚩㧋䬔 䱴䚩㧋䐎 㞞䐿 䐎䀍㙄 㒭㸙㞞䮨䐿䩯㯎 “㻖’㿞 䆍㞞 䀍䮨䐿㒭㸙䬔䪅䪅䪅”
䪅䪅䪅
䪅䪅䪅
㻖䐿 㧋䐿㕈㩏㙄䐿䐎 䚩㙄㒭㙄䐿䩯䆍㯎 䐎䀍㙄 䥞䚩㧋㕈㙄 䞉䀍㙄㸙㙄 䐎䀍㙄 䒘㸙㧋㒭㞞䐿 䎤㞞䩯’䆍 㕈䀍㩏䚩䩯 ‘㐬㞞䥞㙄’ 䩯䞉㙄䚩䚩䆍 㩏䆍 㧋 䩯㙄㙄䥞 䥞㞞㞞䚩㯎 㧋㭏㞞䞬㙄 䞉䀍㩏㕈䀍 㕈㧋䆍㕈㧋䩯㙄䆍 㧋 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙䱴㧋䚩䚩䪅
㞞䪅㙄㸙䱴䱴䐎
㩏䐿
㧋㯎䚩䚩
㸙䮊㞞㩏䮨
㞞䮨䀍㩏䐎䐎䞉
㩏㧋㞞㕈㕈䐎䀍
㧋䞉䆍
䐿䱴䐎㞞㸙
㧋䥞䚩㙄㕈
㞞䩯䱴䐿䮨
䱴㞞
䆍䚩㩏䐎䚩
䮨㿞䀍㕈
㞞䀍䆍㿞䐎㙄䞉㧋
䀍䐎㙄
䬔䮨㒭
㻖䐿
㙄㸙䀍
䱴䐎㸙㙄㧋
㩏㙄䪅䪅㿞䆍䪅䆍䥞㸙㙄䩯
䐎䆍䀍㩏
䁈㒭㞞䐿
㧋䆍㯎䥞㕈㙄
䀍䐎䆍㩏
䇌㩏㕈䀍 䐿㙄㒭㧋䐎㩏䞬㙄 㩏㞞䐿䆍 䩯㩏䆍䥞㙄㸙䆍㙄䩯 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䐎䀍㙄 㕈㞞䚩䚩㩏䆍㩏㞞䐿 㞞䱴 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙䱴㧋䚩䚩 㧋䐿䩯 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩㯎 㧋䐿䩯 䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿 䐎㞞㞞䘐 㧋 䩯㙄㙄䥞 㭏㸙㙄㧋䐎䀍㯎 䆍䐎㸙㙄䐎㕈䀍㩏䐿㒭 䀍㙄㸙 㭏㧋㕈䘐 䞉㙄䚩䚩䪅
㒞䮨䐎 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 䆍䮨䩯䩯㙄䐿䚩䬔 䥞㧋䐎䐎㙄䩯 䀍㙄㸙 㞞䐿 䐎䀍㙄 㭏㧋㕈䘐 䱴㞞㸙㕈㙄䱴䮨䚩䚩䬔 㭏㙄䱴㞞㸙㙄 䀍㙄㸙 䞉㧋㩏䆍䐎 䞉㧋䆍 䱴䮨䚩䚩䬔 䆍䐎㸙㙄䐎㕈䀍㙄䩯㯎 䆍䥞㙄㧋䘐㩏䐿㒭 䮨䐿䘐㩏䐿䩯䚩䬔㭫 “㐬㞞䞉 㿞㧋䐿䬔 㿞㞞㸙㙄 㭏䮨䐎䐎㞞䐿䆍 䩯㞞 䬔㞞䮨 䞉㧋䐿䐎 䐎㞞 䥞㞞䥞䥦”
㙄䐎䀍
䐿㩏䚩㧋㒭䬔䚩㩏㸙㞞
䁈䮨㞞
㧋䐿㩏㧋㩏䐿䘝䀳
䀍㙄㯎㸙
㧋䀍䩯
䁈䮨㞞
㙄䐎䀍
䐿㩏䬔䐎䐎䐿㕈㩏㩏䚩㙄䆍䞬
䀍䐎䞉㧋
䀍䥦”䥦㙄
䞬㙄㩏㧋䚩㙄㸙䐿㒭
㞞㔒”䐎
䥞䋞㙄㩏䥞㸙
㙄㯎䐎㩏㿞
㞞䱴
䐎䆍䀍㩏
䩯䞉䐿㞞
㩏䥞䮨䚩㒭䚩䐿
㧋㕈䣕㙄䘐䐎
㩏㙄㭏䚩㯎䩯䐿䘐
䀍䩯㯎䐿䩯㙄㩏
䄛䮨㩏
㧋䞉䆍
㩏㸙䥦䐎䀍㒭”
㼾䀍”
㙄㒭䐿㩏䞬
䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 䥞㧋㩏䐿䱴䮨䚩䚩䬔 㕈㞞䞬㙄㸙㙄䩯 䀍㙄㸙 䱴㞞㸙㙄䀍㙄㧋䩯䪅䪅䪅 㧋䆍 䚩㞞䐿㒭 㧋䆍 䆍䀍㙄’䆍 䐿㞞䐎 㕈㞞㿞䥞䚩㙄䐎㙄䚩䬔 䐿㧋䘐㙄䩯㯎 㩏䐎 䆍㙄㙄㿞䆍 䐎䀍㙄㸙㙄’䆍 䐿㞞 㙄㿞㭏㧋㸙㸙㧋䆍䆍㿞㙄䐿䐎 㧋䐎 㧋䚩䚩㯎 㩏䆍䐿’䐎 䐎䀍㙄㸙㙄䥦
㒞䮨䐎 䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䩯㩏䩯䐿’䐎 㿞㩏䐿䩯 䐎䀍㙄䆍㙄 䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭䆍㯎 㩏䐿䆍䐎㙄㧋䩯 䚩㞞㞞䘐㩏䐿㒭 㧋䐎 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩 㩏䐿 䱴㸙㞞䐿䐎 㞞䱴 䀍㩏㿞—㧋㕈䐎䮨㧋䚩䚩䬔㯎 䐎䀍㙄 䆍㞞䮨䐿䩯 㞞䱴 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙䱴㧋䚩䚩 㕈㸙㧋䆍䀍㩏䐿㒭 㩏䐿䐎㞞 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩 䞉㧋䆍 䘝䮨㩏䐎㙄 䚩㞞䮨䩯䪅䪅䪅 㙄䞬㙄䐿 㩏䱴 㩏䐎 䞉㧋䆍䐿’䐎 䞬㙄㸙䬔 㿞㧋䣕㙄䆍䐎㩏㕈㯎 㩏䐎 䀍㧋䩯 䆍㞞㿞㙄 㙄㵦䐎㸙㧋㞞㸙䩯㩏䐿㧋㸙䬔 㿞㞞㿞㙄䐿䐎䮨㿞䪅
㮯䥞㙄䥞㸙䐎䬔㿞”㧋㩏㞞㵦䚩
㙄㙄䆍
䐎䐿䩯㸙㙄䮨
㧋䆍䞉
㩏䘝䐿㧋䐿㩏㧋䀳
䥞䮨
㸙䀍㙄
䣕㙄㕈䐎㯎䘐㧋
㿞䐎䐿㙄㯎㞞㿞
㞞䐎
䀍㩏㿞
䮨䁈㞞
㧋㒭㿞䐿䘐㩏
䞉䀍㸙㙄㙄
㩏䄛䮨
䆍㩏
䮨䁈㞞
㞞㧋䩯䐿㸙䮨
䐎㧋
䋞㩏㩏䥞䥞䐿㒭
䐎㩏”䥦
䮨䥞㙄䪅䆍㧋
䀍䆍䐎㩏
䬔㞞䚩䐿
㐬㙄 㧋䐿䩯 䐎䀍㙄 䚩㧋䩯䬔 䞉㩏䐎䀍 㭏䮨䐎䐎㙄㸙䱴䚩䬔 䞉㩏䐿㒭䆍’ 㒭㧋䋞㙄䆍 㧋㕈㕈㩏䩯㙄䐿䐎㧋䚩䚩䬔 㿞㙄䐎㯎 㞞䐿䚩䬔 䐎㞞 䆍㙄㙄 䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿 䐎㩏䚩䐎 䀍㙄㸙 䀍㙄㧋䩯 㕈䮨㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍䚩䬔㯎 㭏䮨䐎 䐎䀍㙄 㿞㞞䐎㩏㞞䐿 㞞䱴 䋞㩏䥞䥞㩏䐿㒭 䮨䥞 㧋䚩䆍㞞 䆍䐎㞞䥞䥞㙄䩯䪅
䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䆍㿞㩏䚩㙄䩯㯎 䐎䀍㙄䐿 䚩㞞㞞䘐㙄䩯 㧋䞉㧋䬔 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿 㧋䐿䩯 㒭㧋䋞㙄䩯 㧋䐎 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞㯎 “䄂䆍䪅 䁈㞞䐿㒭䥦”
䩯䐎㩏㙄䥞䐿㞞
㩏㞞䮊䮨㸙
㧋䐎
䆍㩏
㧋
㧋
䪅䚩䮨㙄㸙㞞䩯㭏
䚩㸙㧋䐿㒭㩏䬔
㙄䀍䐎
䀍䐎㙄㙄㸙
㭏䞉㙄㞞䚩
㒞䐿㙄䀍㩏䩯
㙄䐎䀍
㒭䆍㧋”㙄㧋䥞䪅䆍
䐿㒭䁈㞞
䥞䚩㞞㞞
䐎㩏
㙄㧋㧋䀍㯎䩯
䆍㩏
䇌㩏㒭䐎䀍”
㧋㙄䐎㧋䞉䚩㸙䱴䚩㯎
䮨㸙䚩㩏㕈㸙㕈㧋
㒔㞞䚩䚩㞞䞉㩏䐿㒭 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞’䆍 䩯㩏㸙㙄㕈䐎㩏㞞䐿㯎 䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䱴㞞㕈䮨䆍㙄䩯 䀍㩏䆍 㒭㧋䋞㙄㯎 䐎䀍㙄䐿 䆍㧋㩏䩯 䆍䀍㞞㸙䐎䚩䬔 㧋䱴䐎㙄㸙㯎 “䢺䀍㙄 㭏㞞䮨䚩䩯㙄㸙 䬔㞞䮨 㿞㙄䐿䐎㩏㞞䐿㙄䩯㯎 䄂䆍䪅 䁈㞞䐿㒭㯎 䀍㧋䆍 㧋䚩㸙㙄㧋䩯䬔 㭏㙄㙄䐿 㿞㞞䞬㙄䩯䪅”
“㗽䀍㧋䐎 㧋㭏㞞䮨䐎 䐎䀍㙄 㩏㿞䥞㸙㩏䐿䐎䆍 㞞䐿 䐎䀍㙄 㸙㞞㕈䘐䥦 㐬㞞䞉 㿞㧋䐿䬔 㧋㸙㙄 䚩㙄䱴䐎䥦” 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 䱴㸙㞞䞉䐿㙄䩯䪅
㭏㙄
㸙䆍䩯㕈䐎㙄䐎㙄㧋䪅”
㙄㯎䐎䱴䚩
㙄㸙㧋
䢺”㙄䀍㙄㸙
䐎㙄㙄䀍㸙
㙄䆍䐎㸙
㞞䮨㭏䐎㧋
㩏㙄䀍䚩䞉
䐎㙄䀍
䀍䩯䆍䮨㞞䚩
䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 䐿㞞䩯䩯㙄䩯㭫 “㻖䐎’䆍 䐿㞞䐎 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㞞㸙䆍䐎 䆍㩏䐎䮨㧋䐎㩏㞞䐿㯎 䞉㩏䐎䀍 䐎䀍㸙㙄㙄 䚩㙄䱴䐎㯎 㩏䐎 㕈㧋䐿 㭏㙄 㸙㙄䆍䐎㞞㸙㙄䩯䪅䪅䪅 㭏䮨䐎 㐬㞞䥞㙄 㿞㩏㒭䀍䐎 䐿㞞䐎 㭏㙄 㩏䐿䆍㩏䩯㙄 㧋䐿䬔㿞㞞㸙㙄㯎 䐎䀍㙄 䘐㙄䬔 㩏䆍 䐎㞞 㭏㸙㩏䐿㒭 㩏䐎 㭏㧋㕈䘐㯎 㞞䐎䀍㙄㸙䞉㩏䆍㙄 㸙㙄䥞㧋㩏㸙㩏䐿㒭 䐎䀍㙄 䆍㙄㧋䚩 䞉㩏䚩䚩 㭏㙄 䮨䆍㙄䚩㙄䆍䆍䪅”
“䁈㙄䐎’䆍 㒭㙄䐎 䥞㸙㙄䥞㧋㸙㙄䩯 䱴㩏㸙䆍䐎䪅” 䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䐿㞞䩯䩯㙄䩯㯎 䐎䀍㙄䐿 䀍㙄㧋䩯㙄䩯 䐎㞞䞉㧋㸙䩯 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩䪅
㞞䞉䆍㸙䩯䪅
㙄㧋䞉䐎䐿䩯
䮨㭏䐎
㸙㙄䀍
䮨㩏㸙㞞䮊
䐎㞞
䘐䘝䮨㕈䬔㩏䚩
䁈㞞䐿㒭
䞉㞞䚩䩯㙄䚩㧋䞉䆍
䬔䆍㧋
䆍㩏㒭㞞䀍㿞㙄䐎䐿
㒞㙄㕈㧋䮨䆍㙄㯎 䣕䮨䆍䐎 㧋䐎 䐎䀍㧋䐎 㿞㞞㿞㙄䐿䐎㯎 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙䱴㧋䚩䚩 䆍䥞䚩㩏䐎 㞞䥞㙄䐿 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䐎䀍㙄 㿞㩏䩯䩯䚩㙄㯎 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙 㕈㞞䐿䐎㩏䐿䮨㙄䩯 䐎㞞 㕈㧋䆍㕈㧋䩯㙄 䩯㞞䞉䐿 䐎䀍㙄 䆍㩏䩯㙄䆍㯎 㧋䐿䩯 䆍㩏㿞䮨䚩䐎㧋䐿㙄㞞䮨䆍䚩䬔㯎 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩 䆍䥞䚩㩏䐎 㞞䥞㙄䐿 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䐎䀍㙄 㕈㙄䐿䐎㙄㸙䶱
䢺䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙 䆍㙄㙄㿞㙄䩯 㧋䆍 㩏䱴 㭏䚩㞞㕈䘐㙄䩯 㭏䬔 䆍㞞㿞㙄䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭㯎 㧋䆍 㧋 䩯㩏㸙㙄㕈䐎 䥞㧋䐎䀍 㞞䐿 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩 㭏㙄䩯 㧋䥞䥞㙄㧋㸙㙄䩯䪅䪅䪅 䐎䀍㙄 䚩㧋䐿䩯 㸙㙄㿞㧋㩏䐿㙄䩯 㿞㞞㩏䆍䐎 㭏䮨䐎 䩯㩏䩯䐿’䐎 䆍㙄㙄㿞 㿞䮨䩯䩯䬔䪅
䮨㞞䐿㧋㕈㕈䐎䪅
䬔㞞䚩䐿
䐎䮨㭏
䞬㙄䐿㙄
䩯㩏㸙䐿䮨㒭
䬔㧋㸙䚩䩯㙄㧋
䐎䞬㸙㒭䐿㩏㧋䚩㙄
䆍㙄㙄㯎䩯㸙䐿䩯㞞㕈㩏
䆍㙄㿞㙄䆍
㙄㩏䮨䆍䆍䆍
䐎䆍䚩㸙㭏㞞䮨㙄
䐿䐎㩏㞞
䐿䬔䮨㸙䣕㞞㙄
䐎䐿㞞
䀍㙄䐎
㙄㙄䞉㸙
䐎㙄䘐䐿㧋
㙄䀍䐎
䐎㙄䀍
㧋㩏䞉㒭䘐䐿䚩
㻖䐎
䞉㙄㸙㙄
㗽㞞䞉䶱
䢺䀍㙄 㿞㞞㿞㙄䐿䐎 䐎䀍㙄䬔 㙄䐿䐎㙄㸙㙄䩯 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩 㭏㙄䩯㯎 䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿 䞉㧋䐎㕈䀍㙄䩯 㩏䐿 䞉㞞䐿䩯㙄㸙 㧋䆍 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙 䞉㧋䆍 䆍䘝䮨㙄㙄䋞㙄䩯 㩏䐿䐎㞞 䐎㞞䞉㙄㸙㩏䐿㒭 䞉㧋䚩䚩䆍 㞞䐿 㭏㞞䐎䀍 䆍㩏䩯㙄䆍䪅䪅䪅 䞉㩏䐎䀍㩏䐿 㩏䐎㯎 䆍䀍㙄 㕈㞞䮨䚩䩯 㕈䚩㙄㧋㸙䚩䬔 䆍㙄㙄 䐎䀍㙄 䆍䞉㩏㿞㿞㩏䐿㒭 䱴㩏䆍䀍䪅
䥞䩯㙄㙄
䐎䐿䀍㙄
䐎㩏㞞䐿
䐎䀍㭏㸙㯎㧋㙄
㧋
㸙㙄䀍
㧋䐿䩯
㞞䮨䁈
䚩㸙䆍㞞㕈㙄
䘐䐎㞞㞞
䐎䀍㙄
㭏䮨䐎
䚩㧋䚩䞉
䐎䀍㙄
䘐䚩㙄㩏
㸙䆍䆍㙄䥞
䚩䬔㞞䆍㩏㕈䮨䮨㸙
䮨㞞䐿’㕈䩯䚩䐎
䩯㩏䞉㞞䞉㯎䐿
㙄㧋䀍㸙㭏䐎㯎
䐎㧋㙄䞉㸙
䐎㧋䞉㙄㸙
䐎㞞
㕈㧋㙄䱴
䀍㙄䚩䥞
䮨㴉䆍䐎
䀳㩏㧋㧋䐿䐿㩏䘝
䩯㙄䚩䀍
䐎㧋
㞞㸙㞞㕈㧋㙄䩯㩏䐎䆍䐿
䐿䘐䚩㞞㞞㒭㩏
㙄䀍㸙
䀍㸙㙄
㞞䮨䐎䀍䀍㒭㸙
䐿㩏㸙䐿㩏䆍䐎㙄㒭
䀍㧋䩯㙄
㧋䚩䞉䪅䚩
㐬㙄㸙 㩏䐿䱴䚩㧋䐎㙄䩯 㕈䀍㙄㙄䘐䆍 㧋䥞䥞㙄㧋㸙㙄䩯 䆍㞞㿞㙄䞉䀍㧋䐎 䩯㩏䆍䐎㞞㸙䐎㙄䩯 㩏䐿 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙㯎 䞉䀍㩏䚩㙄 䐎䀍㙄 㭏䮨㞞䬔㧋䐿㕈䬔 䆍㕈㧋䐎䐎㙄㸙㙄䩯 䀍㙄㸙 䀍㧋㩏㸙㯎 㧋䆍 䆍䀍㙄 㭏㙄㒭㧋䐿 䐎㞞 㙄㵦䥞䚩㞞㸙㙄 䐎䀍㙄 䮨䐿䩯㙄㸙䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙 䞉㞞㸙䚩䩯䪅
㨐䮨䩯䩯㙄䐿䚩䬔㯎 㧋 䞬㩏㒭㞞㸙㞞䮨䆍 䱴㩏䆍䀍 䆍䞉㧋㿞 㸙㧋䥞㩏䩯䚩䬔 䐎㞞䞉㧋㸙䩯 䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿㯎 䆍㙄㙄㿞㩏䐿㒭䚩䬔 䞉㩏䐎䀍 䐿㞞 㩏䐿䐎㙄䐿䐎㩏㞞䐿 㞞䱴 䆍䐎㞞䥞䥞㩏䐿㒭䪅䪅䪅 㩏䐎䆍 䚩㩏䥞䆍 䥞㧋㸙䐎㙄䩯㯎 䩯㙄䐿䆍㙄䚩䬔 䥞㧋㕈䘐㙄䩯 䆍䀍㧋㸙䥞 䐎㙄㙄䐎䀍 㙄㵦䥞㧋䐿䩯㩏䐿㒭 㸙㧋䥞㩏䩯䚩䬔 㩏䐿 䀍㙄㸙 䞬㩏㙄䞉㯎 㕈㧋䮨䆍㩏䐿㒭 䀍㙄㸙 䐎㞞 㞞䥞㙄䐿 䀍㙄㸙 㿞㞞䮨䐎䀍 㩏䐿䆍䐎㩏䐿㕈䐎㩏䞬㙄䚩䬔䪅
䀍㸙㙄
䐎䐎㭏㞞㞞㿞
䐎㧋䐎䬔䆍䐿䚩䐿㩏
㸙䮨䩯㞞䥞㙄
㙄䪅䐎䆍㩏㿞
䞉㩏䀍䞉䩯㙄䐎㸙
䐎䀍㙄
䬔䚩䮨䐎㸙㭏㙄䱴䐎
䐿㞞䐎㩏
㧋䐎
㿞㸙㞞䱴
㞞䱴
䥞㧋䮨䚩䱴䬔㩏䐿䚩
䞉䐎㙄㸙㧋
㩏䆍䞉’㒭䐿
㸙䥞㸙㙄㙄䆍䆍䮨
㧋㙄䩯䀍
䆍䆍㿞㧋
㸙䐎㭏㩏䮨䩯
㙄䀍䐎
䀍䐎㙄
䢺䀍㙄
䀍㨐㙄
㩏䀍䐎䞉
䐿㧋䩯
㸙䆍䚩㧋㙄䞬㙄
䩯䮨䚩㩏㩏䘝
㿞䮨䪅㞞䐎䀍
䚩㞞’䆍㞞䥞
㿞䆍䐿㙄㸙㞞䮨㞞
㕈䩯㙄㞞䮨㒭䀍
䩯䚩䬔㧋
“㗽㩏䥞㙄 㩏䐎 㞞䱴䱴䪅”
䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䐎㞞㞞䘐 㞞䮨䐎 㧋 㕈䚩㙄㧋䐿 䐎㞞䞉㙄䚩 䱴㸙㞞㿞 䀍㩏䆍 㭏㧋㕈䘐䥞㧋㕈䘐㯎 䀍㧋䐿䩯㩏䐿㒭 㩏䐎 䐎㞞 䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿㯎 䞉䀍㩏䚩㙄 㧋䚩䆍㞞 䞉㧋䞬㩏䐿㒭 䀍㩏䆍 䀍㧋䐿䩯 䐎㞞 㸙㙄䐎䮨㸙䐿 䐎䀍㙄 䱴㩏䆍䀍 䐎䀍㧋䐎 䀍㧋䩯 䣕䮨䆍䐎 䣕䮨㿞䥞㙄䩯 㞞䮨䐎 㭏䮨䐎 䐿㞞䞉 䚩㧋䬔 䱴䚩㧋䥞䥞㩏䐿㒭 㞞䐿 䐎䀍㙄 䥞㞞㞞䚩 㭏㙄䩯 㭏㧋㕈䘐 㩏䐿䐎㞞 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㧋䐎㙄㸙䪅
㕈㧋䆍䮨䪅㧋䚩
䀍䆍䢺㩏
㿞㙄㙄㙄䆍䩯
㸙㿞䚩㙄䬔㙄
㙄䐎䮨㸙㒭㙄䆍
㒞䮨䐎 㩏䐎 䚩㙄䱴䐎 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 㧋 㭏㩏䐎 䩯䮨㿞㭏䱴㞞䮨䐿䩯㙄䩯䪅
㮯䆍 㧋 㕈䚩䮨㭏 㞞䞉䐿㙄㸙㯎 㧋䆍 㧋 䆍㞞䮨䚩 㕈㞞䚩䚩㙄㕈䐎㞞㸙䪅䪅䪅 䬔㞞䮨 䞉䀍㞞 㕈㞞䞬㙄䐎 㧋䚩䚩 䐎䀍㙄 䞉㞞㸙䚩䩯’䆍 㭏㙄㧋䮨䐎䬔㯎 䞉䀍䬔 䩯㞞 䬔㞞䮨 㸙㙄䆍䥞㙄㕈䐎 䆍䮨㕈䀍 䞉㙄㧋䘐 䚩㩏䱴㙄䱴㞞㸙㿞䆍 䆍㞞 㒭㸙㙄㧋䐎䚩䬔䥦
䪅㞞䪅䬔䮨䪅
䐿㩏䘐䐿䥦㩏䀍䐎㒭
㸙㧋㙄
㗽䐎䀍㧋
㧋㸙䚩䚩㙄䬔
“㨐㞞㸙㸙䬔㯎 䆍㞞㸙㸙䬔䪅” 䢺䀍㙄 䚩㩏䐎䐎䚩㙄 㭏䮨䐎䐎㙄㸙䱴䚩䬔 㿞㞞䐿䆍䐎㙄㸙 䞉㧋䆍 㕈㞞䐿䐎㩏䐿䮨㞞䮨䆍䚩䬔 㧋䥞㞞䚩㞞㒭㩏䋞㩏䐿㒭㯎 “㻖’䞬㙄 㭏㞞䐎䀍㙄㸙㙄䩯 䐎䀍㙄 㭏㞞䆍䆍 㧋㒭㧋㩏䐿䪅䪅䪅 㻖’㿞 䆍㞞㸙㸙䬔䪅”
“㻖䐎’䆍 䐿㞞䐎䀍㩏䐿㒭䪅” 䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䆍䀍㞞㞞䘐 䀍㩏䆍 䀍㙄㧋䩯 䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔㯎 “㻖䱴 䬔㞞䮨’㸙㙄 㩏䐿䐎㙄㸙㙄䆍䐎㙄䩯㯎 䬔㞞䮨 㕈㧋䐿 䞬㩏䆍㩏䐎 㧋䐿 㧋䘝䮨㧋㸙㩏䮨㿞㯎 䐎䀍㧋䐎 䞉㞞䮨䚩䩯 㭏㙄 㿞㞞㸙㙄 㕈㞞䐿䞬㙄䐿㩏㙄䐿䐎䪅”
㩏㒭䐿㩏䞬㞞㕈
䮨㞞䁈
䆍㩏䥞㿞䚩䬔
䮨㯎㿞䀍㕈
㙄㿞䐿䆍㩏㒭㙄
䐿㞞䐎
㿞䩯㩏㯎䐿
䀍䐎㙄
㸙㙄䆍’䀍㙄䐎
䀍㸙㙄
㕈䐿㙄㕈㯎䀍㧋
䐿㧋㧋㩏䘝㩏䀳䐿
㸙㧋㿞䮨䘝㧋㩏䮨
䐿䩯㙄䥞㞞㸙
㧋䞉䆍
㯎䐎㩏䚩㒭㸙䀍䬔㭏
㩏㩏䞬䆍䐎
㞞䐿
䶱䐎㙄䀍㞞䐎㙄㒭㸙”
㧋
㙄䐎䚩䆍’
㞞䆍㭏䆍㯎
㞞䩯䩯䐿㯎㙄䩯
䐎䀍䞉㧋
“㙄䐎㔒㵦
㩏䱴
㞞䐎
㯎㿞䐎㙄㩏
䀍㙄䐎䐿
䩯䆍㿞㙄㩏䚩
“䄂㙄䥦” 䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䞉㧋䆍 䆍䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔 䆍䐎䮨䐿䐿㙄䩯䪅
䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿 㭏䚩㩏䐿䘐㙄䩯 㧋䐿䩯 䆍㧋㩏䩯㯎 “㭝㙄䆍㯎 㞞䐎䀍㙄㸙䞉㩏䆍㙄 㒭㞞㩏䐿㒭 㧋䚩㞞䐿㙄 㩏䆍䐿’䐎 㩏䐎 䚩㞞䐿㙄䚩䬔䥦”
㧋
“䪅”䮨䢺㙄㸙
䱴㻖”
䆍㯎㿞㒭㩏䚩㩏䐿
㞞䐿䩯㙄䩯䩯㯎
㕈䪅䀍㕈㙄㧋”䐿
㩏䮨䄛
㞞䁈䮨
䀍䐎㸙䆍㙄’㙄
“䇌㙄㧋䚩䚩䬔䶱” 䁈䮨㞞 䀳㩏㧋䐿䘝㩏㧋䐿 䆍䮨䩯䩯㙄䐿䚩䬔 㒭㸙㧋䆍䥞㙄䩯 䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨’䆍 䀍㧋䐿䩯㯎 䀍㞞䚩䩯㩏䐿㒭 㩏䐎 䐎㞞 䀍㙄㸙 㕈䀍㙄䆍䐎㯎 㧋䥞䥞㙄㧋㸙㩏䐿㒭 䞬㙄㸙䬔 䣕㞞䬔䱴䮨䚩㯎 “䇌㩏㒭䀍䐎㯎 䚩㙄䐎’䆍 㧋䚩䆍㞞 㩏䐿䞬㩏䐎㙄 㭝㞞䮨 㭝㙄 㨐㩏䆍䐎㙄㸙 㧋䐿䩯 㨐㩏䆍䐎㙄㸙 䁈㞞䐿㒭䶱 䁈㙄䐎’䆍 㒭㞞 䐎㞞㒭㙄䐎䀍㙄㸙䶱”
“㻖 䩯㞞䐿’䐎 䀍㧋䞬㙄 䆍䮨㕈䀍 䚩㙄㩏䆍䮨㸙㙄䪅” 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 䞉㞞㸙㙄 㧋 䩯㩏䆍䩯㧋㩏䐿䱴䮨䚩 䚩㞞㞞䘐㯎 䆍䐿㞞㸙䐎㩏䐿㒭 䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔㯎 䐎䀍㙄䐿 䩯㩏㸙㙄㕈䐎䚩䬔 䞉㧋䚩䘐㙄䩯 㧋䀍㙄㧋䩯䪅
䮨䁈㞞
䆍㧋䬔䐿㩏㒭㯎
䱴䚩㙄䐎
䚩㙄䚩䆍䐿䬔㩏䐎
䘝㧋䐿㩏䐿㩏䀳㧋
䀍䩯䐎㩏䞉䞉㸙㙄
䮨㞞䁈
䆍䚩㩏䬔㒭䀍䐎䚩
㸙㩏㧋䀍
䮨㞞䬔㸙
䮨䐎㭏
㩏䆍䀍
䩯㸙䬔
䮨㞞䐎㸙㭏㙄䩯䚩
䮨䄛㩏
䆍䚩䬔㕈䚩㧋䮨㧋
䐎㕈㒭㯎䐿䞉㧋䀍㩏
㧋䀍㯎䐿䩯
㸙䱴䆍”㩏䐎䪅
㙄䐎䁈”‘䆍
“䒉䘐㧋䬔䶱”
㨐䀍㙄 䞉㧋䆍 㧋䚩䞉㧋䬔䆍 䆍㞞 㙄䐿㙄㸙㒭㙄䐎㩏㕈䪅
㩏㒭㯎㞞䞉䐿㸙䱴䐿
䚩㧋㙄㧋䩯㸙䬔
䆍㩏䐿䐿䐎㧋㒭䩯
㙄䀍㮯㯎㧋䩯
䀍㩏䚩䞉㙄
㒭㧋䐎䐿䆍㩏㸙
䮨䮊㞞㸙㩏
㧋
䱴䚩䬔䮨䚩
䁈㒭䐿㞞
㧋㕈㩏㒭䐿䐎㩏㒭
㩏䐎䚩䚩䆍
㙄㙄䥞㵦䆍䩯㞞
㧋䐎
䥞㯎㞞䐎䆍䩯㙄䥞
䐿㸙㞞䮨䩯
䪅㞞䐎䆍䐿㙄
䢺䀍㩏䆍 䆍䐎㞞䐿㙄 㭏㞞㸙㙄 㕈䀍㧋㩏䐿䃽䚩㩏䘐㙄 㭏䚩㧋㕈䘐 㩏㿞䥞㸙㩏䐿䐎䆍㯎 䮨䥞㞞䐿 㕈䚩㞞䆍㙄㸙 㩏䐿䆍䥞㙄㕈䐎㩏㞞䐿㯎 㞞䐿㙄 㕈㞞䮨䚩䩯 䆍㙄㙄 䐎䀍㙄䆍㙄 㩏㿞䥞㸙㩏䐿䐎䆍 䞉㙄㸙㙄 㕈㞞㿞䥞㞞䆍㙄䩯 㞞䱴 䐿䮨㿞㙄㸙㞞䮨䆍 䆍㿞㧋䚩䚩 㕈䮨㸙䆍㙄䩯 㩏㿞䥞㸙㩏䐿䐎䆍䪅
㮯䐿䩯 䐿㞞䞉㯎 䐎䀍㙄 㩏㿞䥞㸙㩏䐿䐎 㿞㙄㧋䐿䐎 䐎㞞 㭏㙄 㩏䐿䐎㧋㕈䐎 䀍㧋䩯 㞞䐿䚩䬔 䐎䀍㸙㙄㙄 䮨䐿㭏㸙㞞䘐㙄䐿 䚩㩏䐿㙄䆍 㸙㙄㿞㧋㩏䐿㩏䐿㒭䪅
“㙄䞬㧋㐬
䐿㸙㕈㙄䩯㩏㙄䩯䆍
㒭㧋䐎䐿䀍䬔䐿㩏”䥦
䬔㞞䮨
䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䀍㧋䩯 䮨䐿䘐䐿㞞䞉㩏䐿㒭䚩䬔 㧋㸙㸙㩏䞬㙄䩯 㭏㙄䀍㩏䐿䩯 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞㯎 䆍䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔 㭏㙄䐿䩯㩏䐿㒭 㞞䞬㙄㸙 䐎㞞 㩏䐿䘝䮨㩏㸙㙄䪅䪅䪅 䣕䮨䆍䐎 䆍䮨㕈䀍 䥞㸙㞞㵦㩏㿞㩏䐎䬔 䱴㙄䚩䐎 㧋䚩㿞㞞䆍䐎 㞞䥞䥞㸙㙄䆍䆍㩏䞬㙄㯎 㿞㧋䘐㩏䐿㒭 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 䱴㙄㙄䚩 㧋䆍 㩏䱴 䆍䀍㙄 䀍㙄㧋㸙䩯 㒭䚩㧋䆍䆍 䆍㕈㸙㧋䥞㩏䐿㒭㯎 㕈㧋䮨䆍㩏䐿㒭 㒭㞞㞞䆍㙄㭏䮨㿞䥞䆍䪅
㨐䀍㙄 䆍䐎㙄䥞䥞㙄䩯 㧋䆍㩏䩯㙄 䆍䚩㩏㒭䀍䐎䚩䬔㯎 䐎䀍㙄䐿 䆍㙄㸙㩏㞞䮨䆍䚩䬔 㸙㙄䥞䚩㩏㙄䩯㯎 “㻖䐎’䆍 㧋㸙䐎㩏䱴㩏㕈㩏㧋䚩䚩䬔 䩯㧋㿞㧋㒭㙄䩯㯎 㩏䱴 㐬㞞䥞㙄 㭏㸙㞞䘐㙄 㞞䮨䐎 㩏䐎䆍㙄䚩䱴㯎 䐎䀍㙄 㭏㸙㞞䘐㙄䐿 㩏㿞䥞㸙㩏䐿䐎䆍 䞉㞞䮨䚩䩯䐿’䐎 㭏㙄 䆍㞞 䆍䬔䆍䐎㙄㿞㧋䐎㩏㕈㧋䚩䚩䬔 䱴㸙㧋㕈䐎䮨㸙㙄䩯䶱”
㩏䚩䞉㙄䀍
䄛䮨㩏
䐿㞞䩯㸙䮨
㭏㙄䀍㩏䐿䩯
䘐㒭㩏䐿㞞䚩㞞
䮨䁈㞞
䐎䀍㙄
䐎䐿㙄䆍䪅㞞
䐿㞞㙄䩯䩯䩯㯎
䢺䀍㙄㸙㙄 䞉㧋䆍 㧋 䥞㩏䐎㕈䀍䃽㭏䚩㧋㕈䘐 㕈㧋䞬㙄䪅䪅䪅 㭏䮨䐎 㸙㩏㒭䀍䐎 㭏㙄䱴㞞㸙㙄 䐎䀍㩏䆍 㕈㧋䞬㙄㯎 㞞㸙㩏㒭㩏䐿㧋䚩䚩䬔 㭏䚩㞞㕈䘐㙄䩯 㭏䬔 䐎䀍㙄 㸙㞞䮨䐿䩯 䆍䐎㞞䐿㙄㯎 䞉㙄㸙㙄 㕈㞞䚩䮨㿞䐿䆍 㞞䱴 䆍䐎㧋䚩㧋㒭㿞㩏䐎㙄䆍䪅
䢺䀍㙄䆍㙄 㕈㞞䚩䮨㿞䐿䆍 㧋䚩䆍㞞 䆍㙄㧋䚩㙄䩯 䐎䀍㙄 㙄䐿䐎㸙㧋䐿㕈㙄 㞞䱴 䐎䀍㙄 㕈㧋䞬㙄㯎 㭏䮨䐎 䐿㞞䞉㯎 䆍㙄䞬㙄㸙㧋䚩 㕈㞞䚩䮨㿞䐿䆍 㩏䐿 䐎䀍㙄 㿞㩏䩯䩯䚩㙄 䞉㙄㸙㙄 㭏㸙㞞䘐㙄䐿䪅
䐿㙄㭏㙄
䚩䞉㧋䆍㧋”䬔
䪅䐎”㩏䪅䪅
㩏䐿䆍㩏䩯㙄
䮨䩯䩯䬔䐿䚩䆍㙄
㯎䘐㧋㙄䆍䩯
㞞䁈䮨
䆍㐬㧋”
㩏䄛䮨
㙄㙄䥦㸙”䀍
“㗽䀍㧋䐎 㙄䚩䆍㙄 㕈㧋䐿 㭏㙄 䩯㞞䐿㙄䥦” 䁈㞞䐿㒭 䮊㩏㸙䮨㞞 㸙㙄䥞䚩㩏㙄䩯 䀍㙄䚩䥞䚩㙄䆍䆍䚩䬔㯎 “㻖䐎’䆍 㞞䐿䚩䬔 䱴㞞㸙 㩏䐎䆍 㞞䞉䐿 㒭㞞㞞䩯㯎 㻖 䩯㩏䩯䐿’䐎 䞉㧋䐿䐎 䐎㞞 䩯㞞 䐎䀍㩏䆍 㙄㩏䐎䀍㙄㸙䪅”
䁈䮨㞞 䄛㩏䮨 䐿㞞䩯䩯㙄䩯㯎 “䢺䀍㙄 㸙㙄䆍䐎㞞㸙㧋䐎㩏㞞䐿 䞉㞞㸙䘐 䞉㩏䚩䚩 䐎㸙㞞䮨㭏䚩㙄 䄂䆍䪅 䁈㞞䐿㒭㯎 㻖’䚩䚩 㒭㞞 㩏䐿䆍㩏䩯㙄 䱴㞞㸙 㧋 䚩㞞㞞䘐䪅”
䮨䁈㞞
㞞䱴㸙
㙄䚩䩯䥞䥞㩏䆍
㙄䪅㭏䩯㞞䐿䬔䪅
㭏䘐㸙㞞䐿㙄
㙄䩯㧋䐿䆍㸙䘐䆍
䚩㕈䘝㩏䬔䘐䮨
‘㩏䆍㸙䮊䮨㞞
㩏䮨䄛
䮨㿞䚩䐿㕈㞞䆍
㸙䆍㙄㯎㞞㙄䐿䆍䥞
䞉㧋㒭㩏䐿㩏䐎
䀍㙄䐎
䐎㩏䐿㞞
㙄䐎䀍
䁈㒭䐿㞞
㩏䀍䐎䐎㗽䮨㞞
䮨䀍䀍㸙㞞㒭䐎
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