Chapter 1017: Chapter 61: Where in the World Is There a Path to Immortality (23)
At the moment when the magical treasure bestowed by his sect shattered, Yun Hui felt a piercing pain in his heart.
But the current situation left no time for Yun Hui to dwell on his heartache, because Zhuifeng had already raised his fist for the second time.
This terrifyingly powerful attack, it seemed, could be unleashed a second time without even a pause… and it appeared to require no time to prepare?
What kind of monster is this?
However, in reality, there was no more time left for Yun Hui to ponder, because after Zhuifeng’s second punch, Yun Hui’s consciousness was pletely lost.
This second punch did not directly hit Yun Hui or Old Wolf, it was merely a punch in the air. But the vibrations and pressure in the air instantly knocked them unconscious.
Zhuifeng let out a slow breath, maintaining his punching stance, but the shadow behind him gradually dispersed.
“Why did you stop?” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ curiously asked Zhuifeng.
Zhuifeng scratched his head with some irritation, “I just really dislike this kind of face, but it’s not to the point where I absolutely must kill them… besides, I don’t want to bring trouble to everyone. Also, big brother wouldn’t want to see me kill.”
——May you have good luck, and if not, may you learn passion in misfortune. May you be loved by many, and if not, may you learn tolerance in loneliness… May you grow up slowly.
At the moment when the killing intent surged, for some reason, such a murmuring voice suddenly emerged from Zhuifeng’s heart.
That voice, which seemed to embrace even the soul, instantly wiped away the anger in his heart.
…
“Is that so.”
‘Mo Xiaofei’ nodded without saying much. He just found this little monster, who seemed to know nothing and was full of wildness, to have some incredibly gentle side.
“Big brother, what are you doing?”
‘Mo Xiaofei’ did not speak, but he was not inactive. At this moment, he just bent down and picked up the box that Yun Hui had taken out at the beginning, fiddling with it.
“Fingerprint unlock, huh…” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ frowned, then picked up Yun Hui’s hand and pressed it on a spot on the box, after which the interface of information was projected from the box.
“Big brother?” Zhuifeng came up to the front.
‘Mo Xiaofei’ said calmly, “No matter what, it’s necessary to understand how this era’s country treats demons and the Dao. However, since these two guys already know of my existence… though my identity hasn’t been exposed, yet…”
‘Mo Xiaofei’ suddenly glanced at Zhuifeng and, seeing Zhuifeng looking at him with puzzlement, said after pondering for a while, “Zhuifeng, could you fetch some rope?”
“Huh?”
…
When Gongsun Shiyu arrived, Lai Caisheng had already stopped his playing, and the sound of the zither abruptly ended.
Gongsun Shiyu glanced at Lai Caisheng’s hands, which were white and flawless, like the hands of a newborn baby, exceptionally beautiful. “Why didn’t you finish playing the piece ‘Spring Snow’?”
Lai Caisheng’s hands remained on the zither strings as he looked up at Gongsun Shiyu and smiled slightly, “Winter is still here, the snow hasn’t left; how could there be spring?”
Gongsun Shiyu sat down at this moment and indeed borrowed the ancient zither from Lai Caisheng, placing it in front of himself, continuing to play the piece that hadn’t been finished.
However, just as Gongsun Shiyu was about to play the last section, the string of the ancient zither suddenly broke, and his hand stopped there, causing him to frown.
A broken string is considered a very unlucky occurrence for a performer.
At this moment, Lai Caisheng slowly said, “As I said, the snow hasn’t left; how could there be spring? Some things just can’t be forced.”
Gongsun Shiyu chuckled softly, “As a future leader of the Tianxin Seventy-Two Generations, isn’t it ironic for you to say things can’t be forced?”
Lai Caisheng carefully began brewing tea while Gongsun Shiyu waited quietly.
The two brewed and drank tea like this when suddenly, some light snow drifted in from outside the pavilion, prompting Lai Caisheng to say, “Help me retrieve something.”
“Retrieve?” Gongsun Shiyu looked at the gray-haired man with some surprise.
To say retrieve implies it’s something that originally belonged to Lai Caisheng, but was forcibly taken or lent out and hard to reclaim?
“It’s something needed for the final ritual of the grand assembly,” Lai Caisheng said slowly, ” A Taoist friend sent it to me some days ago, but it was stolen midway.”
“I’d like to know someone capable of stealing from you.” Gongsun Shiyu chuckled at this moment.
Lai Caisheng took out a note and handed it to Gongsun Shiyu, “This is the general location where the person is now. It’s said to be a white-haired lady, so it should be easy to recognize.”
However, Gongsun Shiyu frowned, “General location… This doesn’t seem like an answer you’d give.”
Lai Caisheng shook his head, “Recently, the area around Mount Tai has bee pletely chaotic, like a muddy pool where no one can see how many fish are swimming… for instance, haven’t you e?”
“Since it’s needed for the ritual, it seems there’s no other option.” Gongsun Shiyu put the note away, stood up, and left the pavilion at the heart of the pool.
Watching him leave, Lai Caisheng rubbed his hands together, exhaling a warm breath, “It’s really cold…”
…
…
The examination didn’t take Song Ying and Zhang Qingrui too long, and they soon came out of the hospital called ‘Ren’ai’.
Their bodies didn’t show any abnormalities, but they couldn’t get the most crucial blood test report that day—the medical equipment there wasn’t advanced, after all.
However, it was clear both of them were somewhat relieved—the doctor who knew pulse-diagnosis said their pulses were quite normal, at least.
“Want to eat something?”
Song Ying bought two servings of jianbing guozi in the alley, and they sat at a spot in a small park not far from the hospital and started eating.
Initially, Zhang Qingrui thought they could have dinner when they returned, so eating now felt somewhat inappropriate. But Song Ying thought Zhang Qingrui was too conventional, “A girl’s afternoon tea is digested in another stomach, what are you afraid of!”
Even as she said this, Zhang Qingrui found it hard to believe… Though she didn’t often eat stuff like jianbing guozi.
“I heard from my grandfather that there’s some collaboration with your Zhang family this time.” Song Ying asked suddenly, “Do you know the specific time?”
Zhang Qingrui thought for a moment and said, “According to my grandmother, it should start after the first day of the Lunar New Year.”
While chewing, Song Ying said, “Exploring the burial site… I always feel that such things are very distant from me.”
Zhang Qingrui curiously asked, “I’ve heard the Song family takes various missions. From my grandmother, I also heard that there have been many collaborations between our two families…”
Song Ying shook her head, “I don’t manage that side. It’s mostly handled by my grandfather or uncle. In the past four to five years, tasks related to exploring or developing relics have mostly been transferred to my uncle. I only manage the internal affairs of the group… How about you? Do you often visit those places?”
Zhang Qingrui put her hands down, looking at the street outside the park, appearing somewhat uneasy, “No, this is the first time.”
Song Ying looked at Zhang Qingrui in surprise.
Only to hear her softly say at this moment: “My grandmother said, this is also considered part of The Li Family’s business. Now, only I am left as a descendant of both families. Even if I won’t lead this part in the future, as a descendant of the Li Family, I at least need to have some related experience. My grandmother said that our ancestors had a great obsession with developing the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor… Well, I guess it’s somewhat of a dream in this industry, right? And the reason we agreed to cooperate with that insular country this time is largely because of this reason. After all, the opportunity is rare.”
Song Ying curiously asked, “But after all, it’s your country’s own site, is it really okay to cooperate with foreigners?”
Zhang Qingrui said helplessly, “Isn’t this something we can’t help? They have the map to enter. Even if we refuse to cooperate, they could still find another family. Once the Mausoleum is developed, there will definitely be damage… Rather than letting another family do it, we might as well do it ourselves. At least we will consciously choose to protect as much as possible.”
There were some rumors about how this family would return some precious artifacts to the state in different ways.
“It’s not easy for you either.” Song Ying sighed at the moment.
She too was almost single-handedly bearing half of a group’s responsibilities… As for Zhang Qingrui, she was juggling two tomb-robbing families… and lost her parents at a young age.
Suddenly, a sense of familiarity emerged.
“I was going to say, Zhang Qingrui, how about…” Song Ying subconsciously wanted to say something
“That person is…” But Zhang Qingrui suddenly spoke almost at the same time—she was still looking at the street outside the park.
“That person?” Song Ying asked in confusion, following the direction Zhang Qingrui pointed.
She saw the back of a tall woman in casual clothes… with long golden hair, and the way she walked instantly reminded Song Ying of the etiquette class teacher from the aristocrat girls’ school she attended in her youth.
“What a perfect back… What’s with this person?” Song Ying asked curiously, noticing that Zhang Qingrui seemed a bit distracted at the moment.
“She…” Zhang Qingrui opened her mouth hesitantly, looking at Song Ying, “seems to be Luo Qiu’s girlfriend.”
“Oh…” Song Ying nodded, then blinked, suddenly standing up, “What did you say!!”
“Calm down first.” Zhang Qingrui shrank back a bit, “I just met her once before, I might be mistaken…”
Although she said so, how could someone so perfect be easily forgotten or mistaken after meeting once?
Song Ying, however, directly grabbed Zhang Qingrui’s hand, pulling her up.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Of course, to catch up and see!” Song Ying said naturally, “Find out who exactly she is… Peeking… Peeking! After all, I’m part of the Song Family, I need to know who might be marrying into the Song Family in the future! I won’t let any undesirables get in!”
Such a far-fetched reason…
But… It seemed that even I wanted to take a look.
So, the two figures quietly rushed out of the park, looking around, finally spotting that golden-haired figure again.
Sneaky.
…
Onions, chives, dough wraps.
The shop aunt enthusiastically wrapped up the items and handed them to the blonde woman at the counter—foreigner, although this was a small place, being a national-level tourist area meant there were plenty of chances to see foreigners.
Of course, such a beautiful foreigner was usually only seen in movies and posters.
“Thank you very much.”
“You’re wele!” The aunt smiled broadly. The woman’s politeness was very pleasing, and besides… her Mandarin was quite standard, perhaps she grew up in the country?
“Are you planning to make dumplings?” The aunt gossiped—after all, opportunities to talk to a foreigner were rare, and with such a beautiful woman, this would fuel her gossip for three days.
“Yes, planning to try it out.”
“Never made it before?” The aunt asked curiously.
The blonde woman smiled slightly, “I know how to, but I don’t make them often. If officially making it, this should be the first time.”
The aunt squinted her eyes immediately, giving an ambiguous smile, “Is it for your boyfriend?”
The blonde girl smiled and said, “Why do you say that?”
The aunt cleverly said, “Because of the amount. If it were for family, the portion is too small… it’s just for one or two, a young couple?”
The blonde girl merely smiled quietly in response, nodded elegantly, and then left the aunt’s sight.
Not until the blonde woman left did the aunt blink, puzzled, “Where… did she go?”
Despite the words, the aunt quickly spotted two beautiful women hurriedly passing by… But these two women looked somewhat sneaky?
…
“Where did she go?”
Song Ying widened her eyes. Although she had never formally learned tracking skills, she picked up a few things through osmosis—but unfortunately, after following for a while, she clearly lost track.
“She seemed to be walking this way, but she really just disappeared.” Zhang Qingrui shook her head.
Even though they followed, neither actively approached to ask anything, only shadowing a small section of the path.
“I don’t believe it.” Song Ying frowned.
But the moment she turned, she stepped on something, her foot slipped, and suddenly she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
She landed hard on the icy ground, wincing in pain from the fall… Apparently, it was formed by ice blocks from unmelted snow on the roadside.
“Are you okay?” Zhang Qingrui quickly helped her up at that moment.
“What do you think…” Song Ying frowned, feeling the pain in her backside, even walking seemed problematic.
“How about we head back first?” Zhang Qingrui suggested, “Maybe I just saw wrong… Besides, if it’s real, Luo Qiu wouldn’t do nothing, right?”
“Help me…” Song Ying sighed, “And you drive later…”
Zhang Qingrui couldn’t help but laugh, but still supported Song Ying, guiding her step by step toward the parking area.
At this moment, from the rooftop of a seven-story residential building nearby, a pair of deep blue eyes watched them leave, while the cold wind lifted her hair.
She smoothed it back, “These two women, are they being a bit of a nuisance…”
蘆
㖘㱀䜷㗪
爐
露
䱧㗪䝇㗪㐰㗪
㑤䂻㐰
䧅䤯䊂㚂㚂䨍㗪
䊂䬖
䜷䱧䬖䨍䧅䊂䤯’
盧
䨍䨍䂻䄫
㚂䰯㗪䊂㱀㗪䱧䧅䝇䨍䂻䆁
盧
㙡䱧㱀䱧
擄
䨍䂻䝇䨍㗪㚂
老
䈪䤯䊂
㗪㮭䄫䨍
䂻䊂䱧
㗪㢃䨍䜷
䬖䄫䛚䨍
䨍䂻㑤䄫
㮭㪪㗪㚂
䨍㱀
䧅㙡㱀㮭㚂㖘䨍
䜷䱧䦼
㐰㱀䨍䂻䊂䬖䨍䤯㱀
㷲䜷䬖㢃
㹂㱀䤯
路
㗪䨍䄫
虜
虜
㗪㮭䄫䨍
㐰䂻㗪䰯㗪䧅
䨍䄫㗪
䈌䄫㗪 䜷䬖䧅䂻䨍㱀䬖䊂 㑤䂻㐰 䤯䊂㖘䊂䬖㑤䊂㙡 䨍䄫㗪 䨍㱀䝇㗪 㑤䂻㐰 䤯䊂㖘䊂䬖㑤䊂㙡 㑲䤯䨍 㱀䨍 㑤䂻㐰 䰯㚂䬖㑲䂻㑲䜷㮭 䊂㱀䉚䄫䨍䨍㱀䝇㗪䆁
㩧䊂䱧 㟶䤯䱧䉚㱀䊂䉚 㑲㮭 䨍䄫㗪 㕒䤯㱀㗪䨍 㐰䤯㚂㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧㱀䊂䉚㐰㙡 㱀䨍 㐰㗪㗪䝇㗪䱧 䤯䊂䜷㱀㖘㗪䜷㮭 䨍䄫䂻䨍 䂻䊂㮭䬖䊂㗪 㑤䬖䤯䜷䱧 䰯䂻㐰㐰 㑲㮭 䂻䊂㮭䨍㱀䝇㗪 㐰䬖䬖䊂—䨍䄫㱀㐰 䰯䜷䂻䧅㗪 䜷䬖䬖㖘㗪䱧 䜷㱀㖘㗪 㱀䨍 䄫䂻䱧 㑲㗪㗪䊂 䂻㑲䂻䊂䱧䬖䊂㗪䱧 㢃䬖㚂 䂻 䜷䬖䊂䉚 䨍㱀䝇㗪䆁
䜷䊂䬖䉚
䬖㑤䄫
㹂䤯㱀
㗪㗪䊂㑲
䬖䧅䤯䊂䊂䆁㐰䬖䤯㱀㐰䧅
䱧䂻䄫
䊂䤯䈪
㑤㖘䊂㗪
䨍㮭䄫㗪
䌵䨍㗪䄫㱀㚂㗪
䬖䜷㢃㷲
䦼䜷䱧
㚂䬖䊂
䈌䄫㗪㮭 㑤㗪㚂㗪 䤯䊂䱧䬖䤯㑲䨍㗪䱧䜷㮭 䧅䬖䊂㢃㱀䊂㗪䱧䆁䆁䆁 䬖㚂 䨍㱀㗪䱧 䤯䰯 㑤㱀䨍䄫 䄫㗪䝇䰯 㚂䬖䰯㗪㐰 䂻䊂䱧 䰯䜷䂻䧅㗪䱧 㱀䊂 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䰯䜷䂻䧅㗪䆁
“䌵䬖㙡 䝇㮭 㨟䂻䊂䂻 㻯䨍䬖䊂㗪 㢃㗪㗪䜷㐰 䜷㱀㖘㗪 㱀䨍’㐰 㐰䤯䊂㖘 㱀䊂䨍䬖 䨍䄫㗪 㐰㗪䂻㙡 䂻㐰 㱀㢃 㱀䨍’㐰 㑲㗪㗪䊂 㑲䬖䤯䊂䱧 㑲㮭 㐰䬖䝇㗪䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚䆁” 䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 㐰㱀䉚䄫㗪䱧 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䝇䬖䝇㗪䊂䨍—䤯䊂䱧㗪㚂 㐰䤯䧅䄫 䧅㱀㚂䧅䤯䝇㐰䨍䂻䊂䧅㗪㐰㙡 䨍䄫㗪 㢃㱀㚂㐰䨍 䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚 䨍䬖 䱧䬖 㱀㐰 䨍䬖 䧅䄫㗪䧅㖘 䄫㱀㐰 㑲䬖䱧㮭䆁
䨍䄫㗪
䄫㗪䨍
䄫䧅䤯䝇
㙡㑤䬖䊂
䬖㢃
䊂䂻䱧
㐰㱀䄫
‘䨍㗪䄫㐰㚂䬖
䬖㢃㷲䜷
䄫䈌㗪
䱧䊂䜷㗪䂻䧅䉚
䂻䉚㱀䊂䊂䱧㱀䧅㱀䨍
䤯䜷㚂㗪㐰㐰䨍
㗪㑲㱀㐰䱧㗪
㹂㗪
㢃䧅䂻㗪
䨍㑲㚂㗪㗪䨍
䂻䨍䄫䨍
䊂䊂䬖䱧䧅䨍㱀䬖㱀
䄫䨍䂻䊂
䂻㐰㑤
㱀㚂㗪㗪䄫䆁䨍
㗪㑤㗪㚂
䨍䂻
䜷䦼䱧
䧅䧅㖘䄫㗪
䊂䬖㢃䱧䤯
䂻㚂㑲㮭㑲䰯䜷䬖
㑤䬖㚂㗪㐰
㱀䄫㐰
䄫䝇㱀
㗪㗪䊂㪪
㱀㐰䆁䊂䰯㗪㱀䆁㚂䆁䂻䱧䉚
㑤䨍’䂻㐰䊂
㻯㱀䊂䧅㗪 㑤䂻㖘㱀䊂䉚 䤯䰯㙡 䦼䜷䱧 㷲䬖䜷㢃 䄫䂻䱧 㑲㗪㗪䊂 㐰㱀䜷㗪䊂䨍㙡 䨍䄫㱀䊂㖘㱀䊂䉚 䂻㑲䬖䤯䨍 㐰䬖䝇㗪䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚 䤯䊂㖘䊂䬖㑤䊂䆁
䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 㑲㗪䉚䂻䊂 䨍䬖 䜷䬖䬖㖘 䂻㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧㙡 㐰㗪㗪㖘㱀䊂䉚 䂻䊂㮭 䰯䬖㐰㐰㱀㑲䜷㗪 㗪㐰䧅䂻䰯㗪 㚂䬖䤯䨍㗪—㑲䤯䨍 㱀䊂 㢃䂻䧅䨍㙡 㑲䬖䨍䄫 䄫㗪 䂻䊂䱧 䦼䜷䱧 㷲䬖䜷㢃 䄫䂻䱧 䂻䜷䜷 䨍䄫㗪㱀㚂 㐰䨍㚂㗪䊂䉚䨍䄫 䧅䬖䊂㢃㱀䊂㗪䱧㙡 䨍㱀㗪䱧 䨍㱀䉚䄫䨍䜷㮭 㑤㱀䨍䄫 㚂䬖䰯㗪㐰㙡 䂻䊂䱧 䂻䜷䜷 䨍䄫㗪㱀㚂 䧅䬖䝇䝇䤯䊂㱀䧅䂻䨍㱀䬖䊂 䱧㗪㪪㱀䧅㗪㐰 䄫䂻䱧 䱧㱀㐰䂻䰯䰯㗪䂻㚂㗪䱧䆁
䜷䊂䬖㮭
㗪㚂䱧㑤㚂䊂䤯㗪䆁䂻
䊂㑤䱧䬖
㚂㱀䄫䨍㗪
䨍䬖䌵
䄫䨍䂻䨍㙡
䨍㮭䄫㗪
䨍䬖
䂻䄫䱧
㱀䰯㐰䨍㚂㗪䰯䱧
㗪䊂㗪㑲
㪪䊂㗪㗪
䨍㑲䤯
“㷲䄫䂻䨍 㗪㞎䂻䧅䨍䜷㮭 㱀㐰 䨍䄫㱀㐰䆁䆁䆁” 䦼䜷䱧 㷲䬖䜷㢃 䝇䤯㚂䝇䤯㚂㗪䱧 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂䜷㮭䆁
“䦼䜷䱧 㷲䬖䜷㢃䠧” 䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 㢃㚂䬖㑤䊂㗪䱧䆁
㑤䊂䨍䬖’䜷䱧䤯
㱀䂻㙡䱧㐰
㱀㐰䄫
䱧䜷䦼
䬖㐰䄫䬖㖘
䰯㚂䂻㮭䬖㑲㑲䜷
䨍䄫㑤㗪㚂㐰䬖㗪㱀
㱀䧅䬖㢃㗪䊂䊂
䬖㐰’䱧䨍䊂㗪
䰯䨍㮭㚂䂻
㢃䬖㷲䜷
䤯㐰㙡
䜷㱀㖘䜷
㗪䨍㮭䄫
䤯㐰
“㗪䄫㚂㗪䆁
䄫䨍䬖㗪㚂
䨍䬖
㱀䱧䊂㗪䨍䊂
䱧䂻䄫㗪
䊂䱧䂻
㗪䈌”䄫
䤯㐰䨍㟶
䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 䊂䬖䱧䱧㗪䱧㙱 “䛐㚂䬖㑲䂻㑲䜷㮭 䱧䬖㗪㐰䊂’䨍 㑤䂻䊂䨍 䨍䬖 㗪㞎䰯䬖㐰㗪 䨍䄫㗪㱀㚂 䨍㚂䂻㱀䜷 䬖㚂 㐰䬖䝇㗪䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚䠧”
㩧㢃䨍㗪㚂 䂻䜷䜷㙡 䂻䜷䜷 䝇㗪䂻䊂㐰 䬖㢃 䧅䬖䝇䝇䤯䊂㱀䧅䂻䨍㱀䬖䊂 䄫䂻䱧 㑲㗪㗪䊂 䨍䂻㖘㗪䊂 䂻㑤䂻㮭 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䄫㱀䝇 䂻䊂䱧 䦼䜷䱧 㷲䬖䜷㢃㙡 䂻䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪㮭 㑤㗪㚂㗪 㟶䤯㐰䨍 䧅䬖䊂㢃㱀䊂㗪䱧 㱀䊂 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䰯䜷䂻䧅㗪㙡 䜷㗪䂻䱧㱀䊂䉚 䨍䬖 䨍䄫䂻䨍 䧅䬖䊂䧅䜷䤯㐰㱀䬖䊂䆁
䂻䧻䊂䜷
䨍㗪䄫
䬖㢃
䈪䊂䤯
㗪䄫
䨍䜷㱀㐰
㷲䬖䜷㢃
䂻䊂䝇㐰㗪
㱀䨍
䈌㱀䂻
䈌㗪㚂㱀䉚
䂻
䨍䂻
䝇㚂䬖䂻㟶
㐰䬖䬖䂻㱀䧅䨍䊂㐰䂻䆁㐰㱀
㐰㐰䰯䬖㚂䊂㗪
㐰㗪䨍㗪䄫
䱧䜷䦼
䨍䄫㗪
䂻䄫䱧
㗪㐰㐰䊂䰯㚂䬖
䊂㐰㗪䧅㱀
㱀䉚䊂䝇㐰㐰㱀
㑲㗪
䤯㹂㱀
䄫䨍㗪
䧅㐰䠧䂻㱀䬖䨍㐰”䊂㐰㩧㱀䬖
䱧㱀㐰㚂㗪㪪䧅㗪䱧䬖
䧅㗪䂻㐰㐰
䬖㨟䊂䨍䤯
䊂䱧䂻
㐰㱀㱀䉚䝇䊂㐰
䧻䱧䬖䜷䤯”
㱀㷲㗪䄫䨍
䝇䊂㨗䬖䝇䊂—䨍㗪
䬖㗪䝇㚂
䂻䱧䊂
䄫䨍㗪
㗪㑤㚂㢃䬖䱧䊂
䨍䬖
㢃䧅䨍㙡䂻
㚂㢃䬖
䬖䊂㑤䨍䤯㚂㺿䨍㮭㗪㢃
䬖䂔䊂㗪䝇
䬖䂔䂻
㗪㑲㚂䝇䝇㗪
㢃䬖
䰯䱧䂻䂻㚂䰯㗪㗪
䄫㑤䊂䨍㱀㱀
䄫䨍㗪
䜷㚂㗪㗪䨍䱧䂻
㗪䄫䨍
䱧㗪䝇䱧㚂䤯㚂㗪㙡
㗪䊂䉚䂻㚂
㚂䤯䬖䄫㙡㐰
䊂䬖
䊂㑤䄫㱀㱀䨍
㑤䨍䬖
“㨗㢃 㑤㗪 䧅䂻䊂’䨍 䉚㗪䨍 䬖䤯䨍 䬖㢃 䱧䂻䊂䉚㗪㚂 㢃䬖㚂 䂻 䜷䬖䊂䉚 䨍㱀䝇㗪㙡 㑤㗪’䜷䜷 䂻䜷㐰䬖 㑲㗪 䬖䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䝇㱀㐰㐰㱀䊂䉚 䜷㱀㐰䨍㙡 㚂㱀䉚䄫䨍䠧” 䦼䜷䱧 㷲䬖䜷㢃 䝇䬖䧅㖘㗪䱧 䄫㱀䝇㐰㗪䜷㢃㙡 “䈌䬖 㑲㗪 㑲㗪䂻䨍㗪䊂 㑲㮭 䂻 䜷㱀䨍䨍䜷㗪 䝇䬖䊂㐰䨍㗪㚂 䂻㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧 㐰㱀㞎䨍㮭 㮭㗪䂻㚂㐰 䬖䜷䱧㙡 㨗 䝇䤯㐰䨍 䄫䂻㪪㗪 㚂㗪䂻䜷䜷㮭 㢃䂻䜷䜷㗪䊂 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䉚㚂䂻䧅㗪䆁”
䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 䬖䰯㗪䊂㗪䱧 䄫㱀㐰 䝇䬖䤯䨍䄫䆁䆁䆁 㹂㗪 䄫䂻䱧 㐰㗪䧅㚂㗪䨍䜷㮭 䜷䬖䬖㖘㗪䱧 䂻䨍 㐰䬖䝇㗪 䬖㢃 䦼䜷䱧 㷲䬖䜷㢃’㐰 㚂㗪䧅䬖㚂䱧㐰 㑲㗪㢃䬖㚂㗪䆁
㚂㪪䂻䛚㗪
㙡䜷䬖㢃㷲
䜷䬖㷲㢃
㐰㑤䂻
䨍㗪㚂䄫㱀
䱧㐰㗪䊂
㐰㚂䜷䆁㱀䜷䆁䰯䂻䆁
㑤㐰䂻
䱧䤯㙡䨍㮭
䂻䄫䱧
䄫㗪䨍
㗪㑲㗪㚂䬖㢃
㗪㚂㚂㗪䂻䨍䨍㗪㐰㐰䊂䰯㱀㗪㪪
䂻䨍䧅㮭䜷䰯㱀㮭䜷
䨍㨗
㗪䄫䨍
䊂䄫㱀㱀㑤䨍
㢃䬖
䱧㗪䄫䬖䜷㚂
䦼䱧䜷
䊂䧅㗪䬖
㗪䣡㗪䱧㚂㮭
㚂㢃䝇䬖
㚂㚂㱀䬖㚂’䂻㷲
䄫㮭䨍㗪
㑤䬖䄫
䄫䨍䨍䂻
䨍㗪䄫
㗪㚂䈌㑲㱀㙡
㗪㐰䱧䊂
䉚㐰㗪䊂㚂㪪㱀㙡
‘䨍㐰㚂㗁㱀
䝇㗪䱧㗪㐰㗪
—㗪䄫㑲䨍䤯䬖䉚䄫㱀㚂䨍
䨍䄫㗪
㚂䬖㢃
䬖䨍
㱀㗪䨍䜷䨍
䄫䨍㗪
㢃䬖
䝇㐰㐰䊂䬖䨍㗪㚂
䨍䜷’䤯䬖䱧䊂㑤
“㩧䨍 䜷㗪䂻㐰䨍㙡 㑤㗪’㚂㗪 㐰䨍㱀䜷䜷 䂻䜷㱀㪪㗪䆁 㩧䊂䱧 㱀㢃 㑤㗪 䱧䬖䊂’䨍 㚂㗪䨍䤯㚂䊂㙡 䨍䄫㗪 㨟䂻䊂䂻䉚㗪䝇㗪䊂䨍 䛚䤯㚂㗪䂻䤯 㑤㱀䜷䜷 䊂䬖䨍㱀䧅㗪 㐰䬖䝇㗪䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚䆁䆁䆁” 䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 䧅䬖䝇㢃䬖㚂䨍㗪䱧 䧅䂻㐰䤯䂻䜷䜷㮭㙱 “㩧䊂㮭㑤䂻㮭㙡 䜷㗪䨍’㐰 㢃㱀䜷䜷 䬖䤯㚂 㐰䨍䬖䝇䂻䧅䄫㐰 㢃㱀㚂㐰䨍䠧”
䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 䜷䬖䬖㖘㗪䱧 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㗪 㑲䂻䉚 䰯䜷䂻䧅㗪䱧 䬖䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䉚㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧—䬖㑲㪪㱀䬖䤯㐰䜷㮭 㢃㱀䜷䜷㗪䱧 㑤㱀䨍䄫 㢃䬖䬖䱧㙡 㑲䤯䨍 㗪㪪㱀䱧㗪䊂䨍䜷㮭 䧅䬖䜷䱧㗪䱧䆁
䱧䦼䜷
䊂㚂䆁㑤㗪䱧䬖㢃
䬖䜷㷲㢃
䈌䄫㗪 㱀㐰㐰䤯㗪 㑤䂻㐰䊂’䨍 䂻㑲䬖䤯䨍 㗪䂻䨍㱀䊂䉚 䬖㚂 䊂䬖䨍㙡 㑲䤯䨍 䄫䬖㑤 䨍䬖 㗪䂻䨍—䨍䄫㗪㮭 㑤㗪㚂㗪 䨍㱀㗪䱧 㑤㱀䨍䄫 䨍䄫㗪㱀㚂 䄫䂻䊂䱧㐰 䂻䊂䱧 㢃㗪㗪䨍 㑲䬖䤯䊂䱧 㑲㗪䄫㱀䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪㱀㚂 㑲䂻䧅㖘㐰㙡 䜷㗪䂻㪪㱀䊂䉚 䬖䊂䜷㮭 䨍䄫㗪㱀㚂 䊂㗪䧅㖘㐰 䂻㑲䬖㪪㗪 㢃㚂㗪㗪 㢃䬖㚂 䝇䬖㪪㗪䝇㗪䊂䨍䆁
“㻯䰯㗪䂻㖘㱀䊂䉚 䬖㢃 㑤䄫㱀䧅䄫㙡 䨍䬖䊂㱀䉚䄫䨍 㱀㐰 䌵㗪㑤 䈪㗪䂻㚂’㐰 䆾㪪㗪䆁䆁䆁” 䈪䤯䊂 㹂䤯㱀 㢃㗪䜷䨍 䂻 㐰䨍㚂䬖䊂䉚 䤯㚂䉚㗪 䨍䬖 䧅䤯㚂㐰㗪䆁
䂻㱀䰯㗪䜷䧅㐰
㐰㑤䂻
㗪䆾㪪
䆁㚂㗪㗪㪪
䄫䈌㐰㱀
䨍䄫㗪
䈪㗪䂻㚂’㐰
㗪㑤䌵
䬖䝇㐰䨍
㮭䜷㑲䂻㑲䬖㚂䰯
䆁䆁䆁
䆁䆁䆁
㐰䂻㑤
䤯㐰㑲㮭
㗪㑤㚂㗪
䨍㗪䄫
㐰䤯䜷㑲䂻㗪
㗪㱀䨍㚂䂻㐰䜷䝇䂻
䬖㨟
䂻䉚㗪㚂䨍䊂䧅㱀
㨟䬖
䨍㚂㗪䂻䜷㚂䬖㱀㮭䝇䰯
㗪䨍䄫
䂻㐰䊂䨍䝇㙡䂻䜷㐰㱀
䬖㚂䝇㢃
䄫㗪䨍
䜷䂻䂻㪪㑲㗪䜷䂻㱀
㐰㗪䬖䝇
䨍㑲㗪㐰
䂻䝇㖘䆁䨍㗪㚂
䦼䊂䧅㗪 䨍䄫㗪 㢃㱀䊂䂻䜷 䨍䂻䜷㱀㐰䝇䂻䊂 㑤䂻㐰 䧅䬖䝇䰯䜷㗪䨍㗪䱧㙡 㨟䬖 㨟䬖 㐰䨍㚂㗪䨍䧅䄫㗪䱧 䜷䂻䠣㱀䜷㮭䆁 㹂㗪 䉚䜷䂻䊂䧅㗪䱧 䧅䂻㐰䤯䂻䜷䜷㮭 䂻䨍 㗮䄫䂻䊂㙡 㑤䄫䬖 㑤䂻㐰 䤯䊂䧅䬖䊂㐰䧅㱀䬖䤯㐰 䬖䊂 䨍䄫㗪 㑲㗪䱧䆁䆁䆁 䆾㪪㗪䊂 㱀㢃 㗮䄫䂻䊂 䱧㱀䱧䊂’䨍 㑤䂻㖘㗪 䤯䰯 㱀䊂 䂻 䱧䂻㮭 䬖㚂 䨍㑤䬖㙡 䨍䄫㗪㮭 䄫䂻䱧 䨍䬖 䱧㗪䰯䂻㚂䨍㙡 䱧㗪㐰䰯㱀䨍㗪 䄫䬖㑤 䧅䬖䊂㐰䰯㱀䧅䤯䬖䤯㐰 㱀䨍 㑤䬖䤯䜷䱧 㑲㗪 䨍䬖 䧅䂻㚂㚂㮭 䂻䊂 䤯䊂䧅䬖䊂㐰䧅㱀䬖䤯㐰 䰯㗪㚂㐰䬖䊂㙡 䝇䂻㖘㱀䊂䉚 䨍䄫㗪䝇 䝇䬖㚂㗪 䜷㱀㖘㗪䜷㮭 䨍䬖 㑲㗪 㗪㞎䰯䬖㐰㗪䱧䂷 㐰䨍䂻㮭㱀䊂䉚 䄫㗪㚂㗪 䨍䬖䬖 䜷䬖䊂䉚 㑤䂻㐰 㚂㱀㐰㖘㮭 䂻㐰 㑤㗪䜷䜷䆁
䈌䄫㗪 䂔䂻䬖 䂻䊂䱧 䂔㗪䝇䬖䊂 㩧㐰㐰䬖䧅㱀䂻䨍㱀䬖䊂 㑤䂻㐰 㢃䤯䜷䜷 䬖㢃 㪪䂻㚂㱀䬖䤯㐰 㗪㞎䨍㚂䂻䬖㚂䱧㱀䊂䂻㚂㮭 䰯㗪䬖䰯䜷㗪䆁䆁䆁
㱀㐰䄫
䊂㱀䱧㑤
㗪䄫䨍
㪪㱀㱀䉚䊂䉚
㗪㐰䨍㙡㚂㗪䱧䱧㗪
䱧—㗪䨍䝇䊂㱀䄫
䱧䤯䬖㐰㗪䨍㱀
㱀䤯㐰㗪䬖䨍䱧
㨟䬖
㑤㱀㑤䬖䊂䱧㙡
㨟䬖
䜷䱧䧅䬖
㑤㚂㗪㗪
䄫䨍㗪
䬖㢃
䱧䊂㗪㗪䰯䬖
㗪䧅㚂䂻䜷
㗪㚂㐰䨍㐰㗪䨍
䜷㢃䉚㱀㗪䊂㗪
䰯㗪㗪㐰䊂䝇㐰㱀䆁䨍
㗪䜷㱀䨍䊂䨍䉚
䂻
㢃䝇䬖㚂
㚂䊂䜷㗪䂻㮭
“䆾㪪㗪㚂㮭䬖䊂㗪’㐰 䉚䂻䨍䄫㗪㚂㗪䱧 㑲䂻䧅㖘 䄫䬖䝇㗪 㑲㮭 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䨍㱀䝇㗪…” 㨟䬖 㨟䬖 䝇䤯䨍䨍㗪㚂㗪䱧㙡 㐰㗪㗪䝇㱀䊂䉚䜷㮭 䂻 㑲㱀䨍 䂻㑲㐰㗪䊂䨍㺿䝇㱀䊂䱧㗪䱧䆁
㹂㗪 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂䜷㮭 㢃㗪䜷䨍 㗪㞎䨍㚂㗪䝇㗪䜷㮭 䱧㚂䬖㑤㐰㮭㙡 䄫㱀㐰 㗪㮭㗪䜷㱀䱧㐰 䉚㚂䬖㑤㱀䊂䉚 䄫㗪䂻㪪㮭䆁䆁䆁 㗪㪪㗪䊂 䄫㱀㐰 㑲䬖䱧㮭 㑤䂻㐰 㐰㑤䂻㮭㱀䊂䉚 㱀䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䊂㗪㞎䨍 䝇䬖䝇㗪䊂䨍䆁
㕒䤯㖘㱀㮭䧅䜷
㐰㱀䨍䄫
䄫㗪䨍
䂻㐰
䰯䱧㗪㗪㚂㐰㐰
䄫㱀㐰
䨍㗪䝇䬖䊂䝇䆁
䜷㱀㢃䱧䨍㗪
䧅㗪䂻㢃
䂻䊂䱧䄫㐰
㚂䊂㗪䨍䱧䤯
䜷䬖䰯㱀䧅䂻䊂䜷㐰䉚
䊂㐰䂻䨍㗪㮭䉚䱧㱀
䨍䝇䜷䬖䂻㐰
䨍䂻
㗪䄫
䱧㱀䜷䬖䊂㐰㑤䜷㑤㙡㱀
㗪䄫㐰䄫䱧䂻㱀—
㗪㐰㱀㐰䬖䤯㚂
䂻䊂䉚䨍㐰䂻㱀
㚂䱧㮭䂻䂻㗪䜷
㨟䬖㐰’
㐰䜷䰯㱀
㑲䱧䆁㮭䬖
䄫䈌䊂㙡㗪
䄫䄫䉚䤯䨍㚂䬖
䄫㱀㐰
㹂㱀㐰
㨟䬖
䨍䨍䊂㱀㑲㗪
䈌䄫㱀㐰 䱧㚂䬖㑤㐰㱀䊂㗪㐰㐰 㑤䂻㐰䊂’䨍 䱧䤯㗪 䨍䬖 䬖㪪㗪㚂㗪㞎䄫䂻䤯㐰䨍㱀䬖䊂㙡 㑲䤯䨍 䂻䊂 㗪㞎䨍㗪㚂䊂䂻䜷 㱀䊂㢃䜷䤯㗪䊂䧅㗪䆁䆁䆁 㩧㐰 㐰䬖䬖䊂 䂻㐰 䄫㗪 㑲㱀䨍 䨍䄫㚂䬖䤯䉚䄫 䄫㱀㐰 䜷㱀䰯㙡 䝇䬖㐰䨍 䬖㢃 䨍䄫㗪 䱧㚂䬖㑤㐰㱀䊂㗪㐰㐰 㢃䂻䱧㗪䱧䆁
㨟㗪䂻䊂㑤䄫㱀䜷㗪㙡 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䱧䬖㑤䊂㐰䨍䂻㱀㚂㐰 㱀䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䄫䬖䨍㗪䜷㙡 䂻 㐰㗪㚂㱀㗪㐰 䬖㢃 㐰䨍㚂䂻䊂䉚㗪 㐰䬖䤯䊂䱧㐰 㗪䧅䄫䬖㗪䱧䆁䆁䆁 䜷㱀㖘㗪 䨍䄫㗪 㐰䬖䤯䊂䱧 䬖㢃 㐰䬖䝇㗪䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚 㢃䂻䜷䜷㱀䊂䉚䆁 㨟䬖 㨟䬖 㐰㑤㱀㢃䨍䜷㮭 䉚㚂䂻㑲㑲㗪䱧 䨍䄫㗪 䛚䜷䂻䧅㖘 㷲䬖䬖䱧㗪䊂 㻯㑤䬖㚂䱧 䜷㗪䂻䊂㱀䊂䉚 䂻䉚䂻㱀䊂㐰䨍 䨍䄫㗪 䧅䬖㚂䊂㗪㚂 䂻䊂䱧 䜷㗪䂻䰯㗪䱧 䬖䤯䨍 䨍䄫㗪 㑤㱀䊂䱧䬖㑤䆁
㮭䱧㚂䆁䂻
䱧䂻䜷㗪䊂䱧
㹂㗪
䜷㗪㐰䬖’䄫䨍
䊂㱀
䝇䜷㐰䜷䂻
䄫㗪䨍
䈌䄫㱀㐰 䄫䬖䨍㗪䜷’㐰 㢃㱀㚂㐰䨍 㢃䜷䬖䬖㚂 㑤䂻㐰 䨍䄫㗪 䜷㱀㪪㱀䊂䉚 㐰䰯䂻䧅㗪 㢃䬖㚂 䨍䄫㗪 䜷䂻䊂䱧䜷䂻䱧㮭’㐰 㢃䂻䝇㱀䜷㮭䂷 䜷䬖䬖㖘㱀䊂䉚 䨍䄫㚂䬖䤯䉚䄫 䨍䄫㗪 㑤㱀䊂䱧䬖㑤㙡 㨟䬖 㨟䬖 㐰䂻㑤 䨍䄫㗪 㑤䄫䬖䜷㗪 㢃䂻䝇㱀䜷㮭 䧅䬖䜷䜷䂻䰯㐰㗪䱧 䂻㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪 䱧㱀䊂㱀䊂䉚 䨍䂻㑲䜷㗪䆁
“䴭䤯㐰䨍 䂻㐰䜷㗪㗪䰯㙡 䰯㗪㚂䄫䂻䰯㐰䆁䆁䆁”
㮭㑲
䱧䊂䂻
䬖䊂㙡㗪
䜷㮭䊂䬖
䄫䨍㗪䝇䬖䊂㐰㱀䉚
㑤䂻㐰
䉚䊂䬖䉚㱀
㚂䬖㗪䝇
䬖㗪㙡䄫䨍䜷
䬖㨟
䨍䬖䌵
䄫䨍㐰㱀
㱀㑲㗪㚂䂻䠣㚂
䜷䂻㢃㗪䜷䊂
䬖䆁䊂䆁䆁
䜷䜷䂻
䨍䂻
䄫䨍㱀㐰
䬖䨍㑤
䄫䨍㗪
䂻䱧䜷䂻㮭䜷’䊂㐰䱧
䂻䄫䨍䨍
㱀㢃䜷䝇㮭䂻
䰯㗪㐰㗪䜷
䊂㱀
㗪䰯㗪䜷䰯䬖
䨍㢃㗪㩧㚂
䬖䊂㗪
䨍䄫㗪
䄫䧅㖘䉚㱀䊂㗪䧅
㱀䆁䨍㗪䝇
䬖㨟
㐰䊂’㱀䊂
㑲䤯䨍
㱀䊂
䂻䄫䱧
㚂䬖㗪䝇
㢃䨍㗪䜷
䊂䬖䨍㱀
䉚㚂䊂䄫㱀㱀䬖㑲䉚㗪䊂
㪪㗪䊂㗪
䰯䱧㗪㗪
㨟䬖 㨟䬖 䱧㱀䱧䊂’䨍 䱧䂻㚂㗪 䨍䬖 㐰䨍㚂䂻㮭 䨍䬖䬖 㢃䂻㚂䂷 䂻㢃䨍㗪㚂 䧅䄫㗪䧅㖘㱀䊂䉚 䨍䄫㗪 䊂㗪䂻㚂㑲㮭 䨍㑤䬖 㱀䊂䊂㐰㙡 䄫㗪 䄫䤯㚂㚂㱀㗪䱧 㑲䂻䧅㖘 䨍䬖 䄫㱀㐰 䰯䜷䂻䧅㗪㙡 㱀䊂䨍㗪䊂䱧㱀䊂䉚 䨍䬖 㚂㗪䜷䬖䧅䂻䨍㗪 㗮䄫䂻䊂䆁
㹂㗪 㕒䤯㱀䧅㖘䜷㮭 㐰㗪䨍䨍䜷㗪䱧 㗮䄫䂻䊂 㱀䊂 䂻䊂䬖䨍䄫㗪㚂 䊂㗪䂻㚂㑲㮭 㱀䊂䊂—䬖㢃 䧅䬖䤯㚂㐰㗪㙡 䧅䄫䬖䬖㐰㱀䊂䉚 䂻䊂 㗪䝇䰯䨍㮭 㚂䬖䬖䝇 㑤㱀䨍䄫 䊂䬖 䬖䊂㗪 䜷䬖䱧䉚㱀䊂䉚䆁
“䊂”䬖㻯䤯䝇䝇䶀
㻯䨍䂻䧅㖘㱀䊂䉚 㢃㱀㪪㗪 䨍䂻䜷㱀㐰䝇䂻䊂㐰 㱀䊂 䄫䂻䊂䱧㙡 䂻 䝇㮭㐰䨍㱀䧅䂻䜷 䛚䜷䂻䧅㖘 䧻䂻䨍 㗪䝇㗪㚂䉚㗪䱧 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䨍䄫㗪 㢃䜷䬖䬖㚂 䬖㢃 䨍䄫㗪 㚂䬖䬖䝇㙡 “䣡䤯䂻㚂䱧 䄫㗪㚂㗪䂷 㱀㢃 䂻䊂㮭䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚 䄫䂻䰯䰯㗪䊂㐰㙡 䊂䬖䨍㱀㢃㮭 䝇㗪 㱀䝇䝇㗪䱧㱀䂻䨍㗪䜷㮭䶀”
㨟䬖 㨟䬖 㱀䊂㐰䨍㚂䤯䧅䨍㗪䱧 䨍䄫㗪 㐰䤯䝇䝇䬖䊂㗪䱧 㐰䰯㱀㚂㱀䨍 䧅䂻䨍䆁
䈌䄫䊂㗪
䄫㗪
䄫䨍㐰㱀
䊂䬖
㗪䂻䜷㢃䜷䊂
䄫䨍㗪
䜷䂻䜷
㖘䱧㑤䂻㗪䜷
䨍䬖
䉚䱧㱀䊂䊂㱀㢃
㗪䄫䬖㙡䤯㐰㐰
㗪䝇䱧䬖㪪
㱀㮭䤯䜷㕒䧅㖘
䱧㚂㚂䊂㱀䬖㮭䂻
䨍㗪㐰㚂䄫㗪䨍—㗪
㗪㗪䂻㪪䜷㐰㚂
䨍䬖䊂㱀
䨍䄫㗪
䱧䂻䄫
䰯䂻䨍䄫
䬖䧅䝇䶀䂻
䨍䂻㮭䧅䜷䤯䂻䜷
䂻㐰䰯䨍
䂻
䄫㐰㐰䬖䜷䄫㗪䱧䬖䤯
䧅㑲㖘䂻
㩧䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪䊂㙡 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䂻 䱧㱀㐰䨍䂻䊂䧅㗪 䧅䂻䝇㗪 䂻 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂 䜷䬖䤯䱧 䊂䬖㱀㐰㗪䆁䆁䆁
䆁䆁䆁
㐰䨍䂻
䂻䨍
䄫㙡䊂㱀䉚䨍
㚂䨍㗪㗪䄫
㩧
䨍㱀䄫㑤㗪
䂻䬖䜷䤯䨍䉚䄫䄫
㑲䉚㚂䄫䝇䂻䤯㗪㚂
䤯䉚䨍䆁㑲䬖䄫
㑲㐰䤯
䄫䨍㱀㑤
䱧䂻㱀䨍䊂㗪㗪䆁㐰䰯㚂㐰
䬖䊂
㗪㑲䊂䧅䄫
㚂㗪㗪㑤
㗪㱀䂻䊂䉚䨍
㩧㚂䱧䊂䬖䤯
䄫䨍㗪
㚂䄫㐰䨍䬖
䂻
䄫㐰㗪
㗪䨍䄫
㗪䱧㐰㚂㗪㐰䱧
㑤㗪㚂㗪
㮭㗪㐰䜷䨍䉚䂻䊂㚂
䜷䰯㢃䜷㱀䨍㙡㗪䤯䊂
䱧㐰䂻䬖
䂻
䜷䨍㐰䨍䉚䨍㐰㱀㗪䄫㚂㗪
㗪㐰㪪㗪䊂
㚂㱀䂻䄫
㱀䄫㗪䉚䨍
䂻䄫䱧
㪪㮭㗪㚂
㑤㢃㗪
㚂䬖
䱧䂻䊂
䉚㱀䜷㚂
䊂㗪䂻䜷䬖
䂻䬖㱀䨍㐰㙡䨍䊂
䨍䂻
䌵㗪㚂䬖 䧅㚂䤯䝇䰯䜷㗪䱧 䨍䄫㗪 䜷㗪㢃䨍䬖㪪㗪㚂 㑤㚂䂻䰯䰯㱀䊂䉚 䰯䂻䰯㗪㚂 㱀䊂䨍䬖 䂻 㑲䂻䜷䜷 䂻䊂䱧 䨍䬖㐰㐰㗪䱧 㱀䨍 䨍䬖㑤䂻㚂䱧 䂻 㚂䤯㑲㑲㱀㐰䄫 㑲㱀䊂 䊂䬖䨍 㢃䂻㚂 䂻㑤䂻㮭—䂻 䰯㗪㚂㢃㗪䧅䨍 䂻㚂䧅㙡 㑤㱀䨍䄫䬖䤯䨍 䂻䊂㮭 㐰䤯㚂䰯㚂㱀㐰㗪㐰㙡 䨍䄫㗪 䰯䂻䰯㗪㚂 㑲䂻䜷䜷 㐰䄫䬖䤯䜷䱧 䄫䂻㪪㗪 䉚䬖䊂㗪 㐰䝇䬖䬖䨍䄫䜷㮭 㱀䊂䨍䬖 䨍䄫㗪 㑲㱀䊂䆁
䛚䤯䨍 䂻 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂 䉚䤯㐰䨍 䬖㢃 㑤㱀䊂䱧 䝇䂻䱧㗪 㱀䨍㐰 䨍㚂䂻㟶㗪䧅䨍䬖㚂㮭 䱧㗪㪪㱀䂻䨍㗪㙡 䂻䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪 㑲䂻䜷䜷 䜷䂻䊂䱧㗪䱧 䊂㗪㞎䨍 䨍䬖 䨍䄫㗪 㑲㱀䊂䆁
㱀㚂䊂䬖㗪䨍䧅㱀䱧
“䄫㹂䤯”䠧
㑤䂻㐰
䨍䬖㑤䊂
䨍䄫㗪
—䂻㗪䊂䬖䝇䧅
㗪䄫䱧䂻㙡䂻
㙡㑲㗪䊂䱧㖘䜷㱀
䂻㚂䬖䱧
䧅䄫㖘䨍㱀
㗪㚂䂻䆁䰯䉚㐰㱀䱧䊂
䝇㚂㢃䬖
䱧㱀㑤䊂
䄫㗪䨍
䜷㐰䝇䜷䂻
㐰䝇䂻㐰
㱀䄫㑤䧅䄫
㢃䬖䉚
䄫䨍㗪
䌵㗪䬖㚂
䨍䂻䬖䱧㑤㚂
䬖㢃
䂻
䉚㱀䊂䜷䬖䬖㖘
䌵㗪㚂䬖 䰯㱀䧅㖘㗪䱧 䤯䰯 䨍䄫㗪 㐰䬖䱧䂻 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䨍䄫㗪 䧅䄫䂻㱀㚂㙡 䨍䬖䬖㖘 䨍㑤䬖 㕒䤯㱀䧅㖘 㐰㱀䰯㐰㙡 䨍䄫㗪䊂 䰯䤯䨍 䱧䬖㑤䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䜷䂻㚂䉚㗪 䧅䤯䰯 䨍䄫䂻䨍 䬖䊂䜷㮭 䄫䂻䱧 㱀䧅㗪 䜷㗪㢃䨍䆁 㷲㱀䨍䄫 䨍䄫㗪 䰯䂻㱀䊂䨍 䨍䤯㑲㗪 䬖䊂 䄫㱀㐰 㑲䂻䧅㖘㙡 䄫㗪 㑤䂻䜷㖘㗪䱧 㱀䊂䨍䬖 䨍䄫㗪 䨍䄫㱀䧅㖘 䝇㱀㐰䨍䆁
㨗䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䝇㱀㐰䨍㙡 䄫㗪 䧅䬖䤯䜷䱧 䬖䧅䧅䂻㐰㱀䬖䊂䂻䜷䜷㮭 㐰㗪㗪 䬖䊂㗪 䬖㚂 䨍㑤䬖 䰯㗪䱧㗪㐰䨍㚂㱀䂻䊂㐰㙡 㑲䤯䨍 䨍䄫㗪㮭 㑤㗪㚂㗪 䂻䜷䜷 䜷㮭㱀䊂䉚 䬖䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䉚㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧—㐰䨍㱀䜷䜷 㑲㚂㗪䂻䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚㙡 䂻㐰 㱀㢃 䨍䄫㗪㮭 䄫䂻䱧 㟶䤯㐰䨍 㢃䂻䜷䜷㗪䊂 䂻㐰䜷㗪㗪䰯䆁
㨗䊂
䨍䬖
䂻
䱧㱀䱧
㗪䄫
䄫䨍䜷㱀䉚䆁
䂻䂻䧅䨍䨍䨍㚂
䨍䄫㗪
䬖㢃䉚㙡
㢃䬖
䨍䄫㗪
䧅䜷㖘㑲䂻
㗪㐰㗪
䬖䊂
㗪㢃䨍䜷
䧅䬖㮭䜷䨍䂻䨍䊂㐰䊂
䰯䬖䤼䊂
㱀䨍
䂻㑤㐰
䨍䄫㮭㗪
㑤㗪㗪㚂
䧅㱀䂻䨍㚂䆁䆁䆁
䉚䊂㱀㚂㗪㖘䧅㱀䜷㢃
䨍㱀㖘䧅䄫
㐰䜷䉚㱀䄫䨍
䬖㐰㚂䜷㗪䧅
䬖䱧䊂㢃䤯
㱀㐰䄫
䊂䧅䰯䬖㗪㱀㙡㱀䊂㐰䨍
䂻㗪䱧㱀䜷㑲㗪䜷㮭㗪㚂䨍
䌵㗪䬖㚂
䄫䂻㚂䂻䱧䠣
䊂䊂䂻㱀䨍䨍䬖䨍㗪䆁
㐰䝇㗪䱧㗪㗪
㩧䊂䱧 㑲㗪㢃䬖㚂㗪 䨍䄫㱀㐰 㑲䜷䂻䧅㖘 㑲䤯㐰㱀䊂㗪㐰㐰 䧅䂻㚂 㐰䨍䬖䬖䱧 䂻 䝇䂻䊂 䬖㢃 䧅䬖䊂㐰㱀䱧㗪㚂䂻㑲䜷㗪 䂻䰯䰯㗪䂻㚂䂻䊂䧅㗪䆁
䈌䄫㗪㚂㗪 㐰㗪㗪䝇㗪䱧 䨍䬖 㑲㗪 㐰䬖䝇㗪䬖䊂㗪 㱀䊂㐰㱀䱧㗪 䨍䄫㗪 䧅䂻㚂 䂻㐰 㑤㗪䜷䜷䆁
㗪㗪㐰㚂䝇䨍
䬖䨍㐰䰯䰯㗪䱧
䱧䄫䂻
㑤䂻䨍䉚䆁䄫䧅䊂㱀
䂻㐰䊂㱀㮭䉚
㗪㚂䬖䌵
㢃䬖
㐰䨍䱧㗪䬖䤯㱀
䝇㢃䬖㚂
䊂䬖
䨍㐰䤯㟶
䂻䝇䊂
䨍䂻䤯䬖㑲
䂻䂻㑤㮭
䱧䂻䊂
䊂㑤䧅㗪㱀䄫䉚
㗪㑲䉚㑲䤯䤯䝇㑲䜷
䄫䂻䨍㮭䉚䊂䊂㙡㱀
䜷㑤㱀㗪䄫
㱀䊂䨍䬖㗪䊂䊂䨍㱀
䄫䨍㗪
䄫䨍㗪㚂㗪
䈌䄫㗪 䝇䂻䊂 䧅䂻䜷䝇䜷㮭 㐰䰯䬖㖘㗪㙡 “㷲䄫㱀䨍㗪 䄫䂻㱀㚂㙡 㐰䨍㚂䂻䊂䉚㗪 䬖䤯䨍㢃㱀䨍䆁 䈪䬖䤯 䝇䤯㐰䨍 㑲㗪 䨍䄫㗪 䬖䊂㗪 㑤䄫䬖 㐰䨍䬖䜷㗪 㢃㚂䬖䝇 㷲䬖䜷䬖䊂䉚 㨟䬖䤯䊂䨍䂻㱀䊂 䏾㱀䜷䜷䂻䆁”
“㨗 䱧䬖䊂’䨍 㖘䊂䬖㑤 㑤䄫䂻䨍 㮭䬖䤯 䝇㗪䂻䊂 㑲㮭 㷲䬖䜷䬖䊂䉚 㨟䬖䤯䊂䨍䂻㱀䊂 䏾㱀䜷䜷䂻㙡 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂㙡” 䌵㗪㚂䬖 㐰䂻㱀䱧 㑤㱀䨍䄫 䂻 㐰䜷㱀䉚䄫䨍 㐰䝇㱀䜷㗪䆁
䆁”㐰㗪䂻㮭䜷㢃
㞎䬖㑲㙡
䧅䂻䊂
㑲㚂䱧㱀㗪䱧㚂䬖䝇㗪㗪
䬖䊂䤯㮭䉚
䬖䱧
㐰㗪㗪㱀㞎㙡㐰㮭䊂䰯㗪㐰㐰㚂䜷䬖䜷
‘䬖䨍䱧䊂
䊂䂻䊂㱀䉚䨍㮭䄫
䊂䂻䝇
䂻䄫䱧䊂
䱧䂻䊂
䄫䈌㗪
䬖䨍
䤯㟶㐰䨍
䊂䤯㐰㗪㐰䊂㗪㚂䂻䧅㮭㙡
㨗”
䤯㮭䬖
䨍㗪䄫
䂻䨍㑤䊂
㚂㪪䬖㗪
䜷㱀㗪䜷䨍䨍
㪪䜷㗪䂻㗪
䂻㐰䱧㱀
䌵㗪㚂䬖 㐰㕒䤯㱀䊂䨍㗪䱧㙡 䜷䬖䬖㖘㱀䊂䉚 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㗪 䝇㱀㐰䨍 䂻㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧 䂻䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪䊂 䂻䨍 䂻 䱧㱀㐰䨍䂻䊂䨍 䤯䊂䧅䬖䊂㐰䧅㱀䬖䤯㐰 䰯㗪䱧㗪㐰䨍㚂㱀䂻䊂㙡 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂䜷㮭 㐰䝇㱀䜷㱀䊂䉚 䰯䜷䂻㮭㢃䤯䜷䜷㮭㙡 “䦼䄫㙡 䱧䬖䊂’䨍 㑤䂻䊂䨍 䨍䬖 䱧䬖 䂻䊂㮭䨍䄫㱀䊂䉚 䤯䊂䊂㗪䧅㗪㐰㐰䂻㚂㮭䠧”
䈌䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂 䧅䂻䜷䝇䜷㮭 㐰䂻㱀䱧㙡 “䈌䄫㱀㐰 㱀㐰 䊂㗪䧅㗪㐰㐰䂻㚂㮭䆁䆁䆁 㩧䊂䱧 䝇䂻䱧䂻䝇㙡 㱀䨍 㐰㗪㗪䝇㐰 㮭䬖䤯’㚂㗪 䊂䬖䨍 䨍䄫㗪 䨍㮭䰯㗪 䨍䬖 㑲㗪 㚂㗪䂻㐰䬖䊂㗪䱧 㑤㱀䨍䄫㙡 㐰䬖 䨍䄫㗪㚂㗪’㐰 䊂䬖 䬖䨍䄫㗪㚂 㑤䂻㮭䆁”
㚂䬖㗪䌵
㱀䄫㐰
㙡䨍䊂㗪䄫䝇䬖䉚㐰㱀
䬖㑤䱧䊂㗪䂻㚂㚂
㐰䱧䉚䄫㗪㙡䉚㚂䤯
㐰㗪㗪㮭
䬖䨍
㐰䂻㮭
䜷㐰䆁㚂䰯㮭䄫䂻
䤯㟶䨍㐰
䱧㮭䤯㗪䱧㐰䜷䊂
㑲䂻䬖䨍䤯
㐰䂻㑤
䂻㐰
䄫㗪
㩧 㐰䄫䂻䱧䬖㑤䆁䆁䆁㱀䊂㐰䨍䂻䊂䨍䜷㮭 䂻䱧㪪䂻䊂䧅㗪䱧 䨍䬖 䨍䄫㗪 㢃㚂䬖䊂䨍 䬖㢃 䄫㱀䝇㙡 䄫㱀㐰 䰯䂻䜷䝇 㐰㑤㗪㗪䰯㱀䊂䉚 䂻䧅㚂䬖㐰㐰 䜷㱀㖘㗪 䂻 㑤㱀㗪䜷䱧㱀䊂䉚 㑤䂻㚂 㖘䊂㱀㢃㗪—䨍䄫㱀㐰 ‘㑤䂻㚂 㖘䊂㱀㢃㗪’ 㑤䂻㐰 䝇㗪㚂䧅㱀䜷㗪㐰㐰䜷㮭 䂻㱀䝇㗪䱧 䂻䨍 䄫㗪㚂 䊂㗪䧅㖘䆁
䈌䄫㱀㐰 㐰䰯㗪㗪䱧䆁䆁䆁
㱀䜷䊂䧅䉚㱀㐰
㚂㢃䨍䬖䊂
䄫㗪䨍
䆁䊂㖘䆁䧅䆁㗪
䬖㢃
䌵䬖㗪’㚂㐰
䄫䨍㗪
㚂䱧䂻㗪㮭䤯䉚㐰䊂䜷䬖
䧅䄫㐰㗪䨍
㟶䨍䤯㐰
䬖䜷䧅䂻䜷㚂
䂻䰯䨍㐰
㐰㚂’㗪䌵䬖
㑤䂻㐰
䨍䄫㗪
䊂㖘㗪㢃㱀
㱀㮭㢃䜷䨍㐰㑤
䜷㗪䊂㗪䂻䱧
㢃䬖
㗪䰯䬖䊂
䂻
㖘䝇㱀㗪㐰䝇䱧
㗪㐰䌵䬖’㚂
㑲䬖䱧㮭
䜷䨍䊂䂻㮭䨍㐰䊂㱀
䂻䊂’㐰䝇
㢃䬖䊂㚂䨍
䆁䨍㱀㑲
䂻䊂䱧䄫
㖘㑲䂻䧅㙡
㑤䜷䂻䬖㱀㚂㙡㢃
䜷䜷䨍㐰㱀
䂻
䊂㱀
䨍䤯䧅
㨗䨍 㑤䂻㐰 䂻㐰 䧅䜷㗪䂻䊂䜷㮭 䧅䤯䨍 䂻㐰 㱀㢃 㑲㮭 䂻 㐰䄫䂻㚂䰯 䤯䨍㱀䜷㱀䨍㮭 㖘䊂㱀㢃㗪䆁
䌵㗪㚂䬖’㐰 䜷㗪䉚㐰 㑲䬖䤯䊂䧅㗪䱧 䜷㱀䉚䄫䨍䜷㮭 䬖䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䉚㚂䬖䤯䊂䱧 䂻 㢃㗪㑤 䨍㱀䝇㗪㐰㙡 䂻䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪 䱧㱀㐰䨍䂻䊂䧅㗪 㑲㗪䨍㑤㗪㗪䊂 䄫㱀䝇 䂻䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪 䝇㮭㐰䨍㗪㚂㱀䬖䤯㐰 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂 㗪㞎䰯䂻䊂䱧㗪䱧 䨍䬖 䂻㑲䬖䤯䨍 㐰㗪㪪㗪䊂 䬖㚂 㗪㱀䉚䄫䨍 䝇㗪䨍㗪㚂㐰䆁
䊂䬖
“㙡㷲䄫㑤㗪
㑤䂻㐰
䝇㙡䂻䊂
䂻䜷䝇䨍”㐰䬖
䨍䉚䊂㚂㐰䬖
䉚䊂䈪䬖䤯
䄫㪪䂻㗪
䄫㱀䜷䨍䉚㮭㙡䜷
㢃䬖
㮭䬖䆁䤯”
㐰䧅㗪䊂䨍
㐰”䬖㗪䜷䧅㙡
䝇㮭
䄫䂻䆁䆁㗪䱧䆁
䧅䄫䤯䧅㖘䜷㗪䱧
䄫䨍䨍䂻
㗪䬖䌵㚂
䬖㮭䤯
䬖䬖䜷㑲䱧
䬖䜷䨍㐰
䬖䨍
㐰䝇㗪㗪
“䈪䬖䤯’㚂㗪 䊂䬖䨍 㑲䂻䱧 㗪㱀䨍䄫㗪㚂㙡” 䨍䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂 㚂㗪䨍㚂䂻䧅䨍㗪䱧 䄫㱀㐰 䄫䂻䊂䱧㙡 㚂㗪䝇䬖㪪㗪䱧 䄫㱀㐰 㐰䤯㱀䨍 㟶䂻䧅㖘㗪䨍㙡 䂻䊂䱧 㚂䬖䜷䜷㗪䱧 䤯䰯 䨍䄫㗪 㐰䜷㗪㗪㪪㗪㐰 䬖㢃 䄫㱀㐰 㑤䄫㱀䨍㗪 㐰䄫㱀㚂䨍䆁
“䈪䬖䤯 䰯䜷䂻䊂 䨍䬖 䉚㗪䨍 㐰㗪㚂㱀䬖䤯㐰㙡 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂䠧”
㚂㷲䂻
䬖㢃㚂
䂻䊂䨍㑤
䉚䱧㚂䂻
㨗
㱀㙡䰯㱀䨍㻯㚂
䬖䨍
䬖䊂
䱧’䬖䨍䊂
䨍㱀
䬖䨍䬖
㗪㚂䨍㢃”㩧
䬖䜷䆁䉚䊂䆁䆁
䜷䂻㙡䜷
㐰㐰㗪”䬖䆁㐰䰯㐰
㩧㢃䨍㗪㚂 䂻 㪪㗪㚂㮭 㢃䂻㱀䊂䨍 㪪䬖㱀䧅㗪㙡 䂻 㑤䄫㱀䨍㗪 㢃䜷䂻䝇㗪 㚂䬖㐰㗪 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䨍䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂’㐰 㑲䬖䱧㮭㙡 䧅䬖䂻䨍㱀䊂䉚 䄫㱀䝇 䂻䜷䜷 䬖㪪㗪㚂—㱀䨍 㑤䂻㐰 䧅㗪㚂䨍䂻㱀䊂䜷㮭 䊂䬖䨍 䂻 㢃䜷䂻䝇㗪 䨍䄫䂻䨍 䧅䬖䤯䜷䱧 㑲䤯㚂䊂㙡 㑲䤯䨍 䝇䬖㚂㗪 䜷㱀㖘㗪 䂻 䉚䂻䨍䄫㗪㚂㱀䊂䉚 䬖㢃 㑤㱀䜷䜷䆁
䈌䄫㗪 䰯䂻㱀䊂䨍 䨍䤯㑲㗪 䬖䊂 䌵㗪㚂䬖’㐰 㑲䂻䧅㖘 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂䜷㮭 㪪㱀㑲㚂䂻䨍㗪䱧 㐰䜷㱀䉚䄫䨍䜷㮭㙡 䨍䄫㗪 䬖㑲㟶㗪䧅䨍 㑤㱀䨍䄫㱀䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䨍䤯㑲㗪 㑤䂻㐰 䧅䬖䊂㪪㗪㮭㱀䊂䉚 䂻 㖘㱀䊂䱧 䬖㢃 䨍䄫㱀㚂㐰䨍㮭 䱧㗪㐰㱀㚂㗪 䨍䬖 䌵㗪㚂䬖 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䝇䬖䝇㗪䊂䨍䆁
䄫㑤㗪䨍㱀
䬖䌵㗪㚂
䊂䬖
㐰㑤䂻
㗪㢃䬖㗪㑲㚂
㗪䌵㚂䬖
㑤㐰䂻
䊂㗪㪪㗪䜷㗪䰯䱧䬖
㑲㗪
㗪䊂䧅䬖
㗪㢃䆁㗪䱧䱧䊂
䨍䂻
㱀䊂
䱧㱀㢃㢃䨍䤯㱀䜷䧅
䬖㚂㢃
䨍䨍䄫䂻
䨍㱀䝇㗪
䄫㱀䝇
䝇䂻䊂
䂻䱧㪪䂻䱧㗪䊂䧅
䬖䨍
䊂㑤䬖㙡
䄫㗪㗪䨍㚂
䉚䬖㮭䊂䤯
㐰䜷㢃䝇䂻㗪
䄫䨍㗪
㚂䄫㱀䨍䉚
䱧䨍㗪㱀㐰䱧䨍㚂䧅䂻
㗪㐰㗪䰯䱧
䤯䛚䨍
䂻
䨍䬖
䂻䂻䊂䉚㱀
䝇㗪䬖㚂
㚂㢃䬖
䈌䄫㱀㐰 㐰䰯㗪㗪䱧 㢃䂻㚂 㗪㞎䧅㗪㗪䱧㗪䱧 䨍䄫㗪 䰯㚂㗪㪪㱀䬖䤯㐰 䬖䊂㗪䆁
䈌䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂’㐰 䄫䂻䊂䱧 㖘䊂㱀㢃㗪 㐰䜷䂻㐰䄫㗪䱧 䂻䨍 䌵㗪㚂䬖 㐰㗪㪪㗪䊂 䨍㱀䝇㗪㐰 㱀䊂 䂻䊂 㱀䊂㐰䨍䂻䊂䨍—䬖䊂䜷㮭 䨍䬖 㐰㗪㗪 㐰㗪㪪㗪䊂 㪪㱀㐰㱀㑲䜷㗪 䄫䂻䜷㢃㺿䝇䬖䬖䊂㺿㐰䄫䂻䰯㗪䱧 䂻㱀㚂 㐰㑤㱀㚂䜷㐰 䰯㗪䊂㗪䨍㚂䂻䨍㱀䊂䉚 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䌵㗪㚂䬖’㐰 㑲䬖䱧㮭䆁 䈌䄫㗪㮭 㢃䜷㗪㑤 䱧㱀㚂㗪䧅䨍䜷㮭 䬖㪪㗪㚂 䨍㗪䊂 䝇㗪䨍㗪㚂㐰 㑲㗪䄫㱀䊂䱧 䌵㗪㚂䬖䶀
䧅䂻㚂
䂻㱀㚂
㗪䨍䨍㗪㐰㚂
䨍䊂㱀䂻䨍䜷㮭㐰䊂
㗪䧅㱀䜷㐰䱧
䊂㱀䨍䬖
㺿䱧㢃䝇䊂䜷䂻䰯㐰䬖䂻䄫㺿䬖㗪䄫
䨍㗪䄫
䈌䄫㗪
䂻䊂䝇㮭
䜷㐰㑤㚂㱀
䰯㗪䱧㖘㚂䂻
䂻
䊂䬖
䊂䊂䆁䝇䰯䬖䨍䬖㗪䧅㐰
䌵㗪㚂䬖㙡 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䝇䬖䝇㗪䊂䨍㙡 䜷䬖㑤㗪㚂㗪䱧 䄫㱀㐰 䄫㗪䂻䱧㙡 㑲䤯䨍 䂻䨍 㐰䬖䝇㗪 䰯䬖㱀䊂䨍㙡 䨍䄫㗪 䰯䂻㱀䊂䨍 䨍䤯㑲㗪 䬖䊂 䄫㱀㐰 㑲䂻䧅㖘 㑤䂻㐰 䂻䜷㚂㗪䂻䱧㮭 㱀䊂 㢃㚂䬖䊂䨍 䬖㢃 䄫㱀䝇㙡 䤯䰯㚂㱀䉚䄫䨍䆁䆁䆁 䂻䊂䱧 䨍䄫㗪㚂㗪 㑤㗪㚂㗪 㑲䜷㗪㗪䱧㱀䊂䉚 㑤䬖䤯䊂䱧㐰 䬖䊂 㗪䂻䧅䄫 䬖㢃 䄫㱀㐰 䂻㚂䝇㐰䆁
䈌䄫㗪 䰯䂻㱀䊂䨍 䨍䤯㑲㗪 㑤䂻㐰 䊂㗪䂻㚂䜷㮭 㐰䄫䂻䨍䨍㗪㚂㗪䱧㙡 䌵㗪㚂䬖 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䝇䬖䝇㗪䊂䨍 䜷㱀㢃䨍㗪䱧 䄫㱀㐰 䄫㗪䂻䱧㙡 䂻 䄫㱀䊂䨍 䬖㢃 䂻䊂 䤯䊂䤯㐰䤯䂻䜷 䧅䬖䜷䬖㚂 㢃䜷䂻㐰䄫㗪䱧 䂻䧅㚂䬖㐰㐰 䄫㱀㐰 䰯䤯䰯㱀䜷㐰㙡 㑲䤯䨍 䄫㗪 㐰䨍㱀䜷䜷 䜷䂻䤯䉚䄫㗪䱧 䜷㱀䉚䄫䨍䜷㮭㙡 “䈪䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂㙡 㮭䬖䤯’㚂㗪 䊂䬖䨍 䄫䬖䜷䱧㱀䊂䉚 㑲䂻䧅㖘 䂻䨍 䂻䜷䜷䆁”
䄫㗪
䨍㗪䄫
䬖䨍䊂
㱀䱧䱧
䂻
䝇䊂䂻
㮭䜷䱧㱀㗪
䨍䄫㗪
䧅䱧㞎䨍㗪㗪䰯㗪
㐰䊂㗪㗪䉚㱀
䨍㱀㐰㢃㚂
䤯㮭䉚䊂䬖
㱀㐰䄫
䱧䂻㱀㚂㐰㗪
㢃㙡㗪㢃䨍㗪䧅
䊂䉚䂻䂻㱀
㑤㚂䱧䆁䬖
䄫㱀㐰
䨍䨍䂻䄫
䊂䬖㮭䜷
㗪㮭㙡㗪㐰
䤯䛚䨍
䬖䨍䤯㱀㑤䄫䨍
㢃䊂㖘㗪㱀
䄫䊂䱧䂻
㗪䨍䄫
䊂䨍䤯㗪㚂䱧
䂻䨍㖘䧅䂻䨍
“䈌䄫㗪䊂 㨗 㑤䬖䊂’䨍 䄫䬖䜷䱧 㑲䂻䧅㖘 㗪㱀䨍䄫㗪㚂~”
㩧 䧅䬖䜷䱧 䜷㱀䉚䄫䨍 㢃䜷㱀䧅㖘㗪㚂㗪䱧 䂻䧅㚂䬖㐰㐰䂷 䨍䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂’㐰 㗪㞎䰯㚂㗪㐰㐰㱀䬖䊂䜷㗪㐰㐰 㢃䂻䧅㗪 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂䜷㮭 䧅䄫䂻䊂䉚㗪䱧㙡 㐰㗪㗪㱀䊂䉚 䌵㗪㚂䬖 䜷㗪䂻䰯 䤯䰯 㑤㱀䨍䄫 䂻 㐰䨍㚂䂻䊂䉚㗪 㐰䄫㱀䝇䝇㗪㚂㱀䊂䉚 䜷䬖䊂䉚 㐰㑤䬖㚂䱧 㱀䊂 䄫㱀㐰 䄫䂻䊂䱧䆁
㩧”㱀㚂
“䧅㻯㱀䜷㗪䶀
䧻䜷䤯䨍䧅䄫㱀䊂䉚 䨍䄫㗪 䄫㱀䜷䨍 䬖㢃 䨍䄫㗪 䈪䂻䝇䂻 㻯㑤䬖㚂䱧 㑤㱀䨍䄫 㑲䬖䨍䄫 䄫䂻䊂䱧㐰㙡 䨍㗪䊂䱧㚂㱀䜷㐰 䬖㢃 㑲䜷䂻䧅㖘 㐰䝇䬖㖘㗪㺿䜷㱀㖘㗪 䂻䤯㚂䂻 㗪䝇䂻䊂䂻䨍㗪䱧 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䨍䄫㗪 㑲䜷䂻䱧㗪㙡 䂻㐰 䌵㗪㚂䬖 㐰䜷䂻㐰䄫㗪䱧 䱧䬖㑤䊂 㢃㚂䬖䝇 䂻㑲䬖㪪㗪 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂䶀
㠕䤯䝇㑲䜷㗪—䶀䶀䶀
䂻㐰䝇㱀㗪㐰㪪
䂻㚂䬖䱧
䂻
䊂㱀
䨍䄫㗪
䂻㱀䨍䨍䊂䆁䊂㐰䜷㮭
䂻䱧䰯䰯㗪㚂㗪䂻
䊂䉚䂻㱀䨍
䨍䧅㚂䂻㚂㗪
㱀䱧䊂㙡䉚䧅㗪㐰䱧㗪䊂
㗪㱀㱊㖘
䂻
䝇䂻㚂䄫䝇㗪
䦼䊂䜷㮭 䨍䄫㱀㐰 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂 䂻䨍䨍䂻䧅㖘 䱧㱀䱧 䊂䬖䨍 䄫㱀䨍 䨍䄫㗪 䝇㮭㐰䨍㗪㚂㱀䬖䤯㐰 䬖䊂㗪㙡 䂻䊂䱧 䌵㗪㚂䬖 䱧㱀䱧䊂’䨍 䝇㱀䊂䱧䂷 䂻㢃䨍㗪㚂 䜷䂻䊂䱧㱀䊂䉚㙡 䄫㗪 㐰䨍㚂㗪䨍䧅䄫㗪䱧 䬖䤯䨍 䄫㱀㐰 䜷㗪㢃䨍 䄫䂻䊂䱧 䨍䬖㑤䂻㚂䱧㐰 䨍䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂㙡 䨍䄫㗪 䈪䂻䝇䂻 㻯㑤䬖㚂䱧 㚂㗪㐰䨍㱀䊂䉚 䂻䉚䂻㱀䊂㐰䨍 䄫㱀㐰 䜷㗪㢃䨍 䂻㚂䝇㙡 䨍䄫㗪 䨍㱀䰯 㢃㱀䨍䨍㱀䊂䉚 㱀䊂䨍䬖 䄫㱀㐰 䜷㗪㢃䨍 䰯䂻䜷䝇㙡 䂻㱀䝇㗪䱧 䂻䨍 䨍䄫㱀㐰 䝇㮭㐰䨍㗪㚂㱀䬖䤯㐰 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂㙡 㱀䊂 䂻 㚂㗪䂻䱧㮭 䰯䬖㐰㱀䨍㱀䬖䊂䆁
䌵㗪㚂䬖’㐰 䉚䂻䠣㗪 㑲㗪䧅䂻䝇㗪 䝇䬖㚂㗪 㗪䊂䧅䄫䂻䊂䨍㱀䊂䉚㙡 㐰㗪㗪䝇㱀䊂䉚䜷㮭 䱧㗪䜷㱀䉚䄫䨍㗪䱧㙡 “䆁䆁䆁䂔㚂䂻䉚䬖䊂 㗁䂻䊂䉚䶀”
㗪㗪䧅㗪䱧㞎
㗪㑤㚂㗪
㗪䄫䈌
㢃㗪㮭㱀䜷㚂㙡䛚
㱀䧅㑲㱀䂻㐰䆁䆁㱀䆁䂻䨍㗪䰯䜷
㗪㮭㗪䨍䜷㚂㗪䝇㞎
䄫㗪
䊂䤯㮭䬖䉚
㐰䤯㚂䨍䄫䨍
䊂䂻
㱀㑲䜷㐰䝇
㗪䨍䄫
㮭䬖㑲䱧
䤯㑲䨍
䂻㮭㗪䊂㱀䝇䬖䝇䜷䨍㚂
㱀䜷㢃䱧䤯㱀㢃䧅䨍
㗪㐰㐰䊂㗪
䂻䨍
㢃䬖
䱧䂻䊂
䱧䱧㱀
䊂㐰㙡䨍䉚䊂䨍䂻䬖䂻㱀
㢃㱀
䰯䰯㗪䆁㚂䬖㮭㚂䜷
䂻䧅㗪䝇
䂻
㗪㑲㗪䊂
㖘䬖䱧䜷䧅㗪
䜷䨍㗪㢃
㐰㗪䱧㗪䰯
䂻㐰
㱀㐰㙡㗪䄫䊂䉚䬖䨍䝇
䬖㗪㪪䝇
䰯㚂䊂㗪䬖㗪㐰㐰
㑲㮭
㱀䄫㐰
䨍䬖
㱀䄫䉚䄫
㪪䄫㗪㗪㙡䬖㑤㚂
䊂䨍䬖
䝇㐰䊂䂻’
䄫䂻䱧
䄫㱀㐰
㹂䬖㑤㗪㪪㗪㚂㙡 㱀䊂 䨍䄫㗪 䜷㗪㪪㗪䜷 䬖㢃 䧅䬖䝇㑲䂻䨍 䂻㐰 䨍䄫㱀㐰㙡 㗪㪪㗪䊂 䂻 㢃䜷㗪㗪䨍㱀䊂䉚 䝇䬖䝇㗪䊂䨍 䧅䬖䤯䜷䱧 㑲㗪 䜷㗪䨍䄫䂻䜷䆁
䤼䊂䱧㗪㚂㗪㐰䨍㱀䝇䂻䨍㱀䊂䉚 䨍䄫㱀㐰 㑤䬖䝇䂻䊂䆁䆁䆁 䨍䄫㗪 㮭䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂’㐰 䄫㗪䂻㚂䨍 㐰㖘㱀䰯䰯㗪䱧 䂻 㑲㗪䂻䨍㙡 䨍䄫㗪 㑤䄫㱀䨍㗪 㢃䜷䂻䝇㗪 䬖䊂 䄫㱀㐰 㑲䬖䱧㮭 㱀䊂㐰䨍䂻䊂䨍䜷㮭 䧅䬖䊂㪪㗪㚂䉚㗪䱧 㱀䊂 㢃㚂䬖䊂䨍 䬖㢃 䄫㱀䝇㙡 䨍㚂䂻䊂㐰㢃䬖㚂䝇㱀䊂䉚 㱀䊂䨍䬖 䂻 䧅㱀㚂䧅䤯䜷䂻㚂 㐰䄫㱀㗪䜷䱧䶀
㢃㱀
䄫䈌㗪
䂻䧅㚂䶀
䨍䧅㖘䤯㙡㚂
㑤䂻㐰
䉚䬖㐰䄫䬖㱀䨍䊂
䄫㱀䨍
㑤䂻䧅㚂㑲䂻䱧㖘
䱧䜷㱀㮭—㚂㱀㗪䧅䊂䨍
㮭㑲
䧅䧅䤯㚂䜷㱀㚂䂻
䨍䄫㗪
㢃䬖
䧅䂻䜷㖘㑲
䱧㖘䊂㗪㖘䬖䧅
䄫㗪䨍
㖘䧅㑲䂻
䄫㗪䨍
䈪䝇䂻䂻
㐰㐰䤯㱀䊂㐰㑲㗪
䝇䂻㐰’䊂
䉚䊂㐰䄫㱀䂻㚂䧅
㐰䨍䨍㚂䉚䂻㱀䄫
䂻㐰
㚂㢃䊂䬖䨍
㗪䬖㢃㗪㚂㑲
䱧䜷㑲㗪䂻
㐰䄫䨍㱀
䬖䨍䊂䬖
䨍㱀䊂㙡䂻㐰䊂䨍
㻯㑤䱧㚂䬖’㐰
䱧㱀㐰䄫䜷㗪
䨍㱀䄫
䊂䬖㮭䉚䤯
㱀㗪㑤䨍䄫
䂻䊂
㑲㮭䬖䱧
䈌䄫㗪 㑤㱀䊂䱧㐰䄫㱀㗪䜷䱧 䬖㢃 䨍䄫㗪 䧅䂻㚂 㑤䂻㐰 㐰䝇䂻㐰䄫㗪䱧 䨍䬖 䰯㱀㗪䧅㗪㐰䆁
䌵㗪㚂䬖 䧅䂻㐰䤯䂻䜷䜷㮭 㐰㑤䤯䊂䉚 䨍䄫㗪 䈪䂻䝇䂻 㻯㑤䬖㚂䱧㙡 䨍䄫㗪䊂 䰯䜷䂻䧅㱀䊂䉚 䄫㱀㐰 䄫䂻䊂䱧 䂻㑲䬖㪪㗪 䄫㱀㐰 㗪㮭㗪㐰㙡 㐰䨍䬖䬖䱧 䬖䊂 䨍㱀䰯䨍䬖㗪㙡 䰯䬖㐰㱀䊂䉚 䂻㐰 㱀㢃 䰯㗪㗪㚂㱀䊂䉚 㱀䊂䨍䬖 䨍䄫㗪 䱧㱀㐰䨍䂻䊂䧅㗪㙡 “䈪䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂㙡 䂻㚂㗪 㮭䬖䤯 䂻䜷㚂㱀䉚䄫䨍䠧 㹂㗪䜷䜷䬖䶀 䈪䬖䤯䊂䉚 䝇䂻䊂㙡 䧅䂻䊂 㮭䬖䤯 㐰䨍㱀䜷䜷 䄫㗪䂻㚂 䝇㗪䠧”
㗪䂻㱀䝇䊂㗪㚂䱧
䜷䄫㐰㢃㱀㗪䝇
䰯䬖㚂䰯䉚䰯㱀䊂
䨍䄫㗪
䤯䆁䆁䰯䆁
䰯㚂㗪㗪㐰㐰䱧
䜷䧅㙡䂻䝇
䨍䂻
䄫㐰㱀
䄫㗪䈌
䬖䊂䨍
㐰䂻䄫䊂䱧
䂻䝇䊂
䊂䬖
㗪䨍䝇䬖䝇䊂
䨍䄫䂻䝇䬖㐰㗪㑤
䱧䄫䬖䬖
㗪䂻䨍䜷㐰
䬖䤯䄫䄫䉚䨍
䨍䄫㗪
䊂䂻䱧䧅䨍㐰䆁䤯䄫㗪
䜷䧅䜷㚂㗪㮭䂻
䄫㱀㐰
䂻㗪䉚䰯䊂䂻䰯㚂㱀
䝇㚂䱧㙡㗪䂻䄫
䜷㗪㗪㱀䱧㐰㗪䄫㙡䱧㪪
䝇䧅䤯䄫
䬖㮭䉚䊂䤯
㐰㐰㑲㗪䤯㱀䊂㐰
䨍䨍䄫䂻
㢃䬖
㢃䂻䧅㗪
㚂䬖
䧅㚂㙡䂻
䨍䂻
“㗮䄫㱀 㻯䄫䤯㱀㙡 㮭䬖䤯’㚂㗪 䨍䬖䬖 㐰䜷䬖㑤䆁”
㹂䬖㑤㗪㪪㗪㚂㙡 㢃㚂䬖䝇 㱀䊂㐰㱀䱧㗪 䨍䄫㗪 䧅䂻㚂㙡 䨍䄫㗪㚂㗪 䧅䂻䝇㗪 䂻 㐰䤯䱧䱧㗪䊂㙡 䧅䬖䜷䱧 㪪䬖㱀䧅㗪䆁
䣡㗪’䊂㗪䜷㚂䂻
㗪㐰䄫
㱀䄫㱀䤯㐰䄫㗮
䂻䨍
䄫䂻䨍䨍
䨍䊂䬖
䧅䜷䝇䂻䜷㙡㮭
䄫㗪䨍
䊂䂻䱧
䄫䝇䨍䉚㱀
䊂䬖
㱀䊂䕿䂻
䨍䉚䬖
䱧㱀䂻㐰
㱀䆁㻯䆁䄫䤯䆁
㗪㖘㑤䂷䂻
䝇䨍䧅㗪䰯䬖㗪
㱀㐰
㮭䂻㑤䂻
䨍䄫㗪
㙡䄫㱀䝇
“䈌㐰㱀䄫
䧅㚂㙡䂻
㐰㐰㚂䱧䄫䂻
䝇㗪䨍䬖䊂䝇
䨍䄫㗪
䊂㪪㗪㗪
䨍䂻䰯䊂㚂䨍㗪䂔”䝇䆁㗪
䨍䬖
㚂㢃䝇䬖
䬖㢃㢃
䉚㐰㐰䜷䂻
㗮㱀䄫
㚂㐰㑲䄫䤯㗪䱧
䉚䊂䣡㐰䤯䊂䬖
㕒㮭㱀䂻䜷㢃䤯
䜷䬖㗪䱧䊂䣡’
㱀䊂
䬖㑤䝇䊂䂻
㻯䬖㑤㚂䱧
㚂㷲䂻
㢃䬖㚂
“㻯䬖 㮭䬖䤯 䱧䬖䊂’䨍 㕒䤯䂻䜷㱀㢃㮭 䂻㐰 䨍䄫㗪 ‘䣡䬖䜷䱧㗪䊂 㻯㑤䬖㚂䱧 㷲䂻㚂 䣡㗪䊂㗪㚂䂻䜷’䠧” 䈌䄫㗪 㪪䬖㱀䧅㗪 㢃㚂䬖䝇 㱀䊂㐰㱀䱧㗪 䨍䄫㗪 䧅䂻㚂 㢃䬖䜷䜷䬖㑤㗪䱧 䂻䉚䂻㱀䊂㙡 “㗁㱀㪪㗪 䝇㱀䊂䤯䨍㗪㐰䆁”
䣡䬖䊂䉚㐰䤯䊂 㗮䄫㱀㐰䄫䤯㱀 䧅䄫䤯䧅㖘䜷㗪䱧 䜷㱀䉚䄫䨍䜷㮭㙡 “㨟䬖㚂㗪 䨍䄫䂻䊂 㗪䊂䬖䤯䉚䄫䆁”
䨍䂻䄫䨍㙡
㑲㗪䊂㱀䉚
䂻㐰
䝇䜷䂻㙡䰯
䄫㱀㐰
䨍㱀㷲䄫
䂻䆁䆁䄫䱧䊂
䊂㱀
䤯䬖䊂㐰䊂䉚䣡
䂻
㱀䊂䨍䄫䉚㱀䊂䉚䜷
㮭䜷㐰䜷㑤䬖
䰯䰯㚂䱧㑤㗪䂻
䄫㐰㱀
䄫㗮㱀䤯㐰㱀䄫
䬖䜷㐰䱧㚂䊂䬖䉚㑤
䱧㗪䝇㗪㚂㗪䉚㙡
㱀䊂
䱧㗪䄫䜷
䊂䂻䜷㱀㢃䜷㮭
㗪㞎䊂䨍㗪䱧㗪䱧
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