Chapter 1022: Chapter 66: Where in the World Is There a Path to Immortality? (28)
“Has it been several years since we last saw Ben Shan?”
In front of the TV, Song San, who was peeling peanuts, suddenly asked this question. Next to him, Song Da, who was watching the edy show on TV and also peeling an orange, couldn’t bring himself to laugh and yawned, saying, “It’s been several years, hasn’t it?”
The two were in the room they were assigned to, watching a program called the Spring Festival Gala… Although Mr. Blind had instructed them not to wander around casually, at least they were not unfairly treated in terms of supplies.
But the key point was that this lifestyle was akin to house arrest. Besides eating, watching TV, and playing on their phones, they seemed to have nothing else to do.
The two finally realized that Mr. Blind had probably just brought them along to make carrying luggage more convenient.
At Wolong Mountain Villa, the two were only a notch above the staff here in terms of status—the guests here seemed to have the power to easily crush them.
The outside world was too dangerous, and it was much safer in the room… With this thought, Song Da and Song San began a life of not going out.
On the bed, Song San turned over and scratched his buttocks before suddenly saying, “Say, Ahda, should we go out for a stroll?”
“Where to?” Song Da glanced over with half-open eyes.
Their range of activities was limited to the interior of the villa, and even within the villa, the area was quite limited.
Song San’s eyes shifted as he said, “Want to go check out that cave?”
“The cave abode?” Song Da was taken aback.
The pair had gathered some information about this cave abode from some chatty Taoists… It was said to have been developed not long ago, and someone had acquired an extraordinary opportunity there.
“Yeah, if we don’t see something of that level of importance, wouldn’t our trip be wasted?” Song San said earnestly.
Song Da shook his head, “It’s been developed for such a long time. If we go now, what can we see… You think it’s a novel? There’s no heaven-defying treasure left for you to pick up, wake up, you’re not the protagonist. Besides, aren’t there guards outside the cave abode? How can the two of us get in?”
“So, we just continue watching the Spring Festival Gala here?” Song San continued to peel peanuts while looking at the TV screen.
Song Da also continued to peel oranges, watching the TV screen.
Without Ben Shan’s sketches, the show still went on, but it felt like the old Chinese New Year vibe was missing.
After a while, Song Da suddenly said, “Damn it! The worst that can happen is death!”
“Let’s go then!” Song San slapped his thigh and sat up.
…
Not far away, in another room, Daoist Bai Jie visited Mr. Blind again after dinner—of course, Daoist Bai Jie didn’t e empty-handed and brought many items needed for Mr. Blind’s divination.
Out with the old and in with the new, at the moment when one ends and another begins, subtle changes always occur between Heaven and Earth. Just like a puter’s shutdown and restart, there is always a brief window of opportunity where something can be done.
For instance, to better foresee fate.
Mr. Blind had already fasted and bathed, and was now sitting quietly in a meditation room. Around him were the peculiar objects provided by Daoist Bai Jie, capable of supplying various protections and inspirational forces… In such a short period, there are very few people in the entire Taoism-cultivated field capable of gathering these rare items.
Evergreen Tree Baijie Taoist is naturally one of them.
“Those two youngsters you brought, it seems they’re getting restless, hahaha.” Daoist Bai Jie half-opened his eyes.
Mr. Blind calmly replied, “Those two are quite interesting. They are part of a set of three brothers, with one left abroad who didn’t e this time. But there’s something special about their destinies, so let them be.”
Daoist Bai Jie nodded without saying much—although the man before him had mitted grave mistakes back in the day, fundamentally, the root of those mistakes was just an overly aggressive approach to better develop the current Taoism-cultivated field.
If it weren’t for Qingxiazi Blind Sir’s true intentions, Daoist Bai Jie wouldn’t have intervened back then to safeguard him, under the title of the Dao Association president and Kunlun sect master… allowing him to receive the result of ‘going far away’ amidst public criticism.
Seeing that Mr. Blind had already settled into meditation, preparing for divination in several hours, Daoist Bai Jie decided to enter a state of meditation himself.
Originally, he wanted Mr. Blind to divine on one matter—that’s the recent disappearances of members from the Dao Monster dual associations.
Many believe this matter has been fueled by the appearance of the Emperor’s Decree, as even before the joint statement from Xuanyuan Palace and the Management Bureau, both sides were already in covert conflict, accumulating much resentment in less than half a month…
However, what’s occupying Mr. Blind’s divination now concerns the ley line of China, specifically the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation… Whether this will bring fortune or calamity to the Shenzhou Dao Realm, it’s much more significant than the issue of missing members.
Balancing priorities at this critical moment, Daoist Bai Jie chose not to distract Mr. Blind.
It’s a troubled season indeed…
Daoist Bai Jie gradually entered a state where he forgot both himself and the outside world.
Outside, the sound of the wind rustling the Firmiana tree could be heard.
…
…
Old Master Song actually was a good cook, a skill he developed from learning alongside his home chef, Uncle Si.
Perhaps it was because they were at the Song Ancestral Mansion, or maybe because the family gained an additional member, Luo Qiu, this year, Old Master Song seemed a bit overexcited from the preparations, leaving him with a flushed face at the start of the feast.
Song Haoran came out of his room early, but he seemed somewhat absent-minded.
As for Song Ying and Zhang Qingrui, they only drove back around seven in the evening—the fact that Zhang Qingrui drove this time was a bit surprising.
Especially for the Song family’s bodyguards… Miss Ying, who usually loved driving herself, just being a passenger this time was indeed perplexing.
“Not feeling well?” At this point, Luo Qiu curiously glanced at Song Ying.
Sitting there, she couldn’t help but move her body a little awkwardly.
But after Luo Qiu’s question, the only response he got was a roll of Song Ying’s eyes… Luo, who felt as if he’d been innocently caught in something, merely blinked and didn’t say much.
Although Song Haoran occasionally seemed a bit distracted while holding his wine glass at the table and Song Ying was somewhat fidgety, Old Master Song’s enthusiasm wasn’t diminished.
He urged Uncle Wu not to stick to the rules today and join in for a few drinks.
Playing drinking games, sharing anecdotes and past events, discussing how the gala isn’t like it used to be… amidst the festivities, it all felt like family life.
Yet, on a special holiday, if it can feel like family life, perhaps that’s the most precious aspect?
No amount of words could match Old Master Song’s simple phrase as the head of the family: It’s time to eat.
However, the young lady from the Zhang Family seemed a bit downhearted, probably missing her grandmother back home.
After the meal, father, who couldn’t handle his liquor well, was helped back to his room by Uncle Wu to rest early.
Zhang Qingrui also said her goodbyes early, likely to make a phone call to her grandmother far away once she was back in her room.
This left only the three younger members from two generations of the Song family in the dining room. The festival spirits had made Song Ying, who drank quite a bit because of her father’s high spirits, appear a bit flushed and radiant, her eyes slightly hazy.
A woman with a slight scent of alcohol often exudes a kind of allure and warmth.
“I’ll be right back,” Song Haoran suddenly said, as if he remembered something, leaving that remark behind before hurriedly running off to his room.
Song Ying, resting her chin on her hand, suddenly said, “Song Haoran, that guy, seems a bit different.”
While tidying up the dishes, Luo Qiu stopped his hands (originally Uncle Wu said to wait for him and let the bodyguard do it), “Not the same?”
“Story, story!” Song Ying’s eyelids were half-closed, “Don’t you feel he’s been unusually quiet tonight?”
Luo Qiu smiled and said, “His serious demeanor isn’t so bad.”
“I’m actually at a loss for words?” Song Ying was a bit startled.
Perhaps due to the alcohol, Song Ying suddenly stood up and grabbed Luo Qiu’s wrist, “Stop tidying up, e outside with me for some fresh air, I’ve drunk a bit too much, it’s really unfortable.”
Luo Qiu indeed stopped his hands and suggested, “Going out in the cold right after drinking can easily give you a cold. You need some hot tea and rest instead, how about going back to your room? I’ll bring you some hot tea later.”
This time Song Ying impatiently said, “Tidying up the dishes, serving tea, you’ve taken over all of Uncle Wu’s duties! Are you my house servant? Why so much nonsense!”
“Alright then.” Luo Qiu glanced at the time and nodded, “I’ll be right with you… I still need to wash my hands, right?”
Cleaning up dishes inevitably gets your hands dirty.
…
But Song Ying quickly regretted her decision to e out for air because… it’s freaking cold!
The heat produced by the alcohol was swiftly whisked away by the cold wind, and Song Ying sat on the steps of the pavilion outside the courtyard, rubbed her hands together, blew into them, and shivered while hugging herself.
She muttered, “Deadhead, taking so long, gonna freeze me to death…”
“That’s why I suggested going back inside.”
Song Ying looked up and saw Luo Qiu approaching with a coat draped over his arm and a bottle in the other hand. Clearly, the coat was brought for her and was offered in front of her.
Her body acted honestly… Without a word, Song Ying wrapped herself in the coat.
“What’s this?”
Seeing Luo Qiu also sitting next to her, Song Ying curiously looked at the bottle he brought.
After unscrewing the cap, a thick reddish-orange liquid came out, which Luo Qiu handed to Song Ying, smiling, “Tomato juice, found it in the kitchen and squeezed some, it’s good for sobering up.”
Song Ying hesitated as she looked at the mysterious substance, but eventually took the cap and sipped it, “…So hard to drink! Why is tomato juice salty?”
“Perhaps it’s because some salt was added, but it should make it more effective.” Luo Qiu explained.
“What a weird concoction…” Song Ying frowned, and despite this, continued drinking it sip by sip… Like a child being forced to drink bitter medicine by their parents.
With great difficulty, she finally managed to finish it.
Afterward, Song Ying wrapped herself tightly in the coat, looking up at the starry sky… Not as good as summer or the past; there were very few stars.
Song Ying suddenly said, “Farewell… Can you play it for me once more?”
Luo Qiu looked surprised.
Song Ying turned her head to look at Luo Qiu, her eyes unwavering, “When we fell off the cliff last time, you played it. I heard from Zhang Qingrui that this tune is called ‘Farewell.'”
“Zhang Qingrui… Seems like you two have a really good relationship.” Luo Qiu smiled, “But this tune is quite sad, is it suitable for an occasion like this?”
“Just play it, why so many questions!” Song Ying suddenly glared.
“Alright.” Luo Qiu nodded.
Except this time, instead of looking for leaves, he simply clasped his hands together and brought them to his lips.
Hand Flute.
His fingers began to gently move, with the airflow creating sound as it passed through the gaps between his palms and fingers, resembling the sounds echoing through a valley, ethereal.
‘Farewell’
Song Ying always felt that Luo Qiu could do amazing things naturally.
Why is that?
A truly unimaginable guy.
The stars remained sparse, but seeing a particularly bright one made it easier to gaze upon them, almost as if she was lost. The tune, akin to the sound of the valley wind, as she listened, time seemed to slow down.
Even hoping time wouldn’t continue to move.
Song Ying gradually closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the pavilion’s pillar, eventually falling asleep.
The tune produced by the hand flute also gently faded away.
Just after covering Old Master Song with a blanket, Uncle Wu heard the sound, paused, and looked towards the source… Not knowing where the music came from, but finding it very forting.
In Zhang Qingrui’s room, she still whispered to Zhang Li Lanfang in the distance. As the tune arrived, she seemed thoughtful but soon continued her conversation with her grandmother, while the lights grew dim.
In the side room, Song Haoran held an ancient book, walking and reading as if pondering something… But now, he stopped and walked suddenly to the window, looking up at the night sky.
He didn’t look at the stars, only the moon, then smiled, seemingly gaining a new insight, quickly turning to a new page.
This year is ing to an end.
…
…
It was 10 PM.
The club’s grand clock rang its chime with a resounding clang.
Luo Qiu returned—after sending Song Ying back to her room, the matters at the Song Ancestral Mansion had e to a pause.
Unexpectedly, upon arriving he didn’t see You Ye but instead was met by a somewhat surprising guest—Nero.
Many times, Luo Qiu felt Nero had a carefree attitude.
For instance, at this moment, Nero appeared somewhat embarrassingly in front of Luo Qiu.
Seemingly just after a bath, Nero was casually drying her hair with a towel while emerging, “By the way, lovely young lady, could you lend me an outfit to wear for now… Oh~ Boss, good evening.”
Luo Qiu slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Nero wasn’t wearing any clothes… She even struck a pose, smiled slyly, “Boss, do you fancy this figure? Could it fetch a good price?”
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PS1: Here’s yesterday’s, another at ten o’clock.
PS2: Hmm, I am now the diligent white stone (clenched fist)
擄
䳕䔈䦌㭶’㪕
蘆
㪬㙼䦌㧟䌬㪕㹂”
老
盧
盧
㪬㶬㒬”㵂䄒
擄蘆櫓盧櫓䜛㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䌬㪬䐠䦌 㙼䪉䐠䦌㹂 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䊮’䌬 䌬䁼䪉䣰㛑㙼䁼䳕 㶬㛑䦌䦌㪕䈔㭶䁼 䉇䔈䪉㶬䦌 䌬㭶䊮䊮䦌䃈䁼䳕 㶬㪬䐠䦌 㙼㛑㪕䔈㭶䣰㛑—㞥㪕䪉䔈㪕 㙼䔈 㙼㛑䪉䌬㹂 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㴻㪬䌬 㞥㪕䔈䄒㪬䄒䁼䳕 䄒㭶䌬䳕 㴻䪉㙼㛑 䌬䔈䐠䦌㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㒬䪉㙼㶬㛑䦌䃈㵂 䜛䌬 䌬㛑䦌 㶬㪬䐠䦌 䔈㭶㙼㹂 䌬㛑䦌 㴻㪬䌬 㛑䔈䁼䊮䪉䃈䣰 㪬 㙼㪕㪬䳕 㴻䪉㙼㛑 䌬䔈䐠䦌 䈔䔈䔈䊮 䔈䃈 䪉㙼㵂
䬉㛑㭶䌬㹂 䪉㙼 䈔䔈㪕䐠䦌䊮 㪬䃈 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕䦌䌬㙼䪉䃈䣰 㙼㪕䪉㪬䃈䣰䁼䦌—㙼㛑䦌 㞥䔈䌬䪉㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬 㴻㛑䦌㪕䦌 㙼㛑䦌 㙼㛑㪕䦌䦌 䔈䈔 㙼㛑䦌䐠 䌬㙼䔈䔈䊮 㛑㪬㞥㞥䦌䃈䦌䊮 㙼䔈 䐠㪬㒬䦌 㪬 㙼㪕䪉㪬䃈䣰㭶䁼㪬㪕 䌬㛑㪬㞥䦌㵂
㶬䔈䐠㙼䳕㞥䁼䦌䦌䁼
䔈䈔
㙼䔈䃈
䔈㶬䁼㶬㒬
㛑䬉䦌
㙼㛑䦌
㙼㛑䦌
䌬䌔㙼䦌䔈㞥㞥䊮
䁼㴻㪬䁼
㶬䃈㪕㪕䔈䦌
㛑㙼䦌
䣰㪕㪬䃈
㛑䪉䣰㙼㛑䦌
䔈䈔㪕
䃈䪉
㛑㪬䊮
䐠㙼㹂䪉䦌
䐝䪉㪕㙼䣰㛑
䪉㙼
㭶䃈䌬䔈䊮
䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㶬䔈㭶䣰㛑䦌䊮 䁼䪉䣰㛑㙼䁼䳕 㪬䃈䊮 㶬㪬䌬㭶㪬䁼䁼䳕 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌㹂 䄒㪕䪉䃈䣰 㪬 䌬䦌㙼 䔈䈔 㶬䁼䔈㙼㛑䦌䌬 䈔䔈㪕 㧟䌬㵂 䴖䦌㪕䔈㹂 㞥䁼䦌㪬䌬䦌㵂”
䬉㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䊮 䌬䐠䪉䁼䦌䊮 㪬䃈䊮 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮 㪬㙼 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶㹂 㙼㛑䦌䃈 㴻㪬䁼㒬䦌䊮 䔈䉇䦌㪕 㙼䔈 䴖䦌㪕䔈㹂 䔈䈔䈔䦌㪕䪉䃈䣰 㙼㛑䦌 㙼㪕㪬䳕 䪉䃈 㛑䦌㪕 㛑㪬䃈䊮䌬㵂
䴖㹂㪕䔈䦌
‘䱨䦌䉇
㛑㪕䦌䦌㙼
㶬㪕㭶䦌㙼㪕䃈
㛑㙼䪉㴻
䪉䔈䁼㒬䣰䔈䃈
㙼䔈䃈
“䜛㙏㛑
䳕䌬㪬䃈㹂䣰䪉
㙼䪉
㴻㛑㙼䪉
䔈䄒㙼㛑
㴻䔈㛑
㪬㛑䌬䃈䊮㹂
㪬㛑䪉䁼䳕㞥㞥
䔈㙼
㪬㴻䌬
㪕䃈䔈㴻䣰
㪬䈔䪉㪕㞥䃈㹂㙼㛑㪬䌬䌬㶬䐠
㙼㙼䦌䌬㹂㪬
䳕䔈㪕㭶
䈔䦌䦌䁼
䦌䦌䄒䃈
䣰㪬䃈䳕㙼㛑䪉䃈
㙼䌬㹂㛑䪉
䊮䪉䊮
㪕㛑䦌
䦌䊮䦌㶬䪉䦌㪕䉇
㴻㪕䔈䈔㪬䊮㪕
䳕䊮㪬㙏䁼”
“㝒䁼䔈㙼㛑䦌䌬 㪬㪕䦌 㪬㶬㙼㭶㪬䁼䁼䳕 㪬䁼㪕䦌㪬䊮䳕 㞥㪕䦌㞥㪬㪕䦌䊮㹂 㧟䌬㵂 䴖䦌㪕䔈㹂” 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䊮 䌬㪬䪉䊮 䌬䔈䈔㙼䁼䳕㹂 “䜛䊮䊮䪉㙼䪉䔈䃈㪬䁼䁼䳕㹂 㶬䔈㭶䁼䊮 䳕䔈㭶 䦌㪬㙼 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㪕䦌䌬㙼㪕䔈䔈䐠㹂 㞥䦌㪕㛑㪬㞥䌬䐝”
䴖䦌㪕䔈 䄒䁼䪉䃈㒬䦌䊮㵂㵂㵂 䭒㪬㙼䪉䃈䣰 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㪕䦌䌬㙼㪕䔈䔈䐠 䊮䔈䦌䌬 䌬䔈㭶䃈䊮 䬱㭶䪉㙼䦌 䊮䦌㞥㪕䦌䌬䌬䪉䃈䣰㹂 䊮䔈䦌䌬䃈’㙼 䪉㙼䐝
䦌㵂䔈䐠㪕
䐝䳕”䔈㭶
㴻㙼㛑䪉
䌬䁼䦌䐠䪉
㪬䃈㝒”
䃈䦌㶬䔈
㙼䦌㛑
㪬
䐠䊮㪬䪉
䦌㒬䊮䌬㪬
“㵂㵂㵂㝩㒬㪬䳕㵂”
䱨㙼 䈔䦌䦌䁼䌬 䁼䪉㒬䦌 䪉䈔 䌬㛑䦌 䌬㛑㪬㒬䦌䌬 㛑䦌㪕 㛑䦌㪬䊮㹂 䌬㛑䦌 䐠䪉䣰㛑㙼 䫚㭶䌬㙼 䊮㪕䔈㞥 䊮䦌㪬䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䃈䦌䞏㙼 䌬䦌㶬䔈䃈䊮㵂㵂㵂 䴖䦌㪕䔈 䬱㭶䪉㶬㒬䁼䳕 䌬㙼䦌㪬䊮䪉䦌䊮 㙼㛑䦌 㙼㪕㪬䳕 㴻䪉㙼㛑 䄒䔈㙼㛑 㛑㪬䃈䊮䌬 㪬䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌䃈 㪕䦌㙼㪕䦌㪬㙼䦌䊮 䌬㙼䦌㞥 䄒䳕 䌬㙼䦌㞥㹂 䄒䦌䈔䔈㪕䦌 䊮䪉䌬㪬㞥㞥䦌㪬㪕䪉䃈䣰 䊮䔈㴻䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㛑㪬䁼䁼㴻㪬䳕㵂
㛑䦌㙼
䪉㪬䊮䐠
㭶㪕䊮䦌㙼䃈
䃈䦌䦌䄒
䦌䁼㪬㙼䊮
䦌䬉㛑
䌬㪬㧟㪕”㙼㹂䦌
䦌䔈㶬䃈
䦌䃈䁼㪬㭶㶬䃈
㛑㵂䪉㙼”㴻
䃈䪉㙼㛑䣰
㪬㛑䌬
㵂㪬㪬䣰䪉䃈
㪬䄒㶬㒬
㿞䦌㪬䁼 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㴻㛑㪬㙼㵂㵂㵂 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㶬䔈㭶䁼䊮 䔈䃈䁼䳕 䌬䐠䪉䁼䦌 㪬 䄒䪉㙼 㪬㴻㒬㴻㪬㪕䊮䁼䳕㵂
“㯍䦌䁼㶬䔈䐠䦌 䄒㪬㶬㒬㵂” 䟒㭶㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䊮 䬱㭶䪉㶬㒬䁼䳕 䣰㪕㪬䌬㞥䦌䊮 㙼㛑䦌 㒬䃈㪬㶬㒬 䔈䈔 㙼䦌㪬䌬䪉䃈䣰 㪬䣰㪬䪉䃈㵂
㪬䌬㴻
䛻㭶䔈
䐠䉇䔈䊮䦌
㛑㙼䦌
㙼㪬䦌䈔㪕
䃈㭶䦌㪕㙼㪕
䌬㙼䈔㪕䪉
䌬䬉䪉㛑
䄒䁼㶬㭶
㶬㪬䄒㵂㒬
䌬’㭶䧜䪉
“䱨’䐠 䄒㪬㶬㒬㵂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㹂 “䜛䃈䳕㴻㪬䳕㹂 䁼䦌㙼’䌬 䣰䔈 㙼䔈 㙼㛑䦌 䌬㙼㭶䊮䳕 䈔䪉㪕䌬㙼䐝”
㵂㵂㵂
䬉㛑䦌
䈔䔈
㙼㪕䃈䪉䣰㭶䃈
䌬䃈㭶䔈䊮
㪬㞥䦌䣰㵂䌬
㯍㛑㪬㙼 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㴻㪬䌬 䁼䔈䔈㒬䪉䃈䣰 㪬㙼 䃈䔈㴻 㴻㪬䌬 㙼㛑䦌 䄒㭶䌬䪉䃈䦌䌬䌬 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㛑㪬䊮 㶬䔈䃈䊮㭶㶬㙼䦌䊮 㴻㛑䪉䁼䦌 㛑䦌 㴻㪬䌬 䔈䃈 䉇㪬㶬㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈—㙼㛑䦌 㶬䁼㭶䄒’䌬 䄒㭶䌬䪉䃈䦌䌬䌬 㛑㪬䊮 䃈䦌䉇䦌㪕 䌬㙼䔈㞥㞥䦌䊮㹂 㙼㛑䔈㭶䣰㛑 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㛑㪬䊮䃈’㙼 䄒䦌䦌䃈 㞥㪬䳕䪉䃈䣰 㪬㙼㙼䦌䃈㙼䪉䔈䃈 䊮㭶㪕䪉䃈䣰 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㙼䪉䐠䦌㵂
㯍㛑䦌㙼㛑䦌㪕 䪉㙼 㴻㪬䌬 㴻㛑䪉䁼䦌 㛑䦌 㴻㪬䌬 䪉䃈 䗁䔈㭶㙼㛑 䜛䐠䦌㪕䪉㶬㪬㹂 䔈㪕 䊮㭶㪕䪉䃈䣰 㙼㛑䪉䌬 䌬㛑䔈㪕㙼 㪕䦌㙼㭶㪕䃈㹂 㙼㛑䦌 㙼㪕㪬䃈䌬㪬㶬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬 㶬䔈䐠㞥䁼䦌㙼䦌䊮 䄒䳕 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㴻䦌㪕䦌 䃈䔈㙼 䈔䦌㴻㵂
㛑䦌㙼䳕
㛑㙼㪕䪉䦌
䦌㪕㴻䦌
䞏㛑㪬䣰䦌㶬䃈䦌
䃈䣰䪉䌬㞥䦌䃈䊮
㛑㛑㙼䦌㪬䁼
䂦䔈㹂䦌㴻䉇㪕䦌
䪉䦌䌬䊮䃈䔈䊮䦌㶬㪕
䔈㪕䐠䦌
䪉䃈㙼䔈㪕䐠㵂㞥㙼㪬
䐠䦌䦌䐠㪕䌬䔈䪉㹂
䔈㪕
䁼㪬㙼㙼䦌䌬䃈㹂
㹂䦌㞥㞥䦌䔈䁼
䈔䔈㪕䐠
㙼䳕㛑䦌
䃈䔈㪕䊮䪉䳕㪬㪕
䈔㪕䔈
䣰䦌㛑㙼䪉䃈䌬䔈䐠
㶬䪉䌬䉇䔈䦌
䃈䪉
䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䣰䁼㪬䃈㶬䦌䊮 㙼㛑㪕䔈㭶䣰㛑 㙼㛑䦌䐠 䬱㭶䪉㶬㒬䁼䳕㹂 䈔䪉䃈䊮䪉䃈䣰 䃈䔈㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰 䔈䈔 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕䦌䌬㙼㵂
䬉㛑䦌 䊮䔈䔈㪕 䔈䈔 㙼㛑䦌 䌬㙼㭶䊮䳕 㴻㪬䌬 㒬䃈䔈㶬㒬䦌䊮㹂 㪬䃈䊮 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㶬㪬䐠䦌 䪉䃈 㪬䣰㪬䪉䃈 㶬㪬㪕㪕䳕䪉䃈䣰 㪬 㙼㪕㪬䳕㵂㵂㵂 㝩䃈 䪉㙼 㴻㪬䌬 㪬 䄒䔈㴻䁼 䔈䈔 䌬㙼䦌㪬䐠䪉䃈䣰 㛑䔈㙼 䌬䔈䐠䦌㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰㵂
㯍㛑㙼”㪬
㪬㙼䃈㛑’䊮
䊮䦌䦌䐠䁼䌬䁼
䛻㭶䔈
䌬䪉
㙼㭶䄒
㛑㙼䦌
㭶㶬䔈䌬㭶䁼㪕䳕䪉
䦌䌬䃈䦌
㛑䦌
㪬䦌㹂䊮䌬㒬
䪉䧜㭶
䪉㛑”䐝䌬㙼
䌬䔈
㪬䔈㪕㪬䐠
㙼䪉㹂
“㿞㭶䐠㞥䁼䪉䃈䣰䌬 䫚㭶䌬㙼 㴻㪕㪬㞥㞥䦌䊮 㙼䔈䊮㪬䳕䌔 䱨 㛑䦌㪬㪕䊮 㙼㛑䦌㪕䦌’䌬 㪬 㙼㪕㪬䊮䪉㙼䪉䔈䃈 㛑䦌㪕䦌 㙼䔈 䦌㪬㙼 䊮㭶䐠㞥䁼䪉䃈䣰䌬 䊮㭶㪕䪉䃈䣰 㙼㛑䦌 䴖䦌㴻 䦾䦌㪬㪕㹂 䫚㭶䌬㙼 䁼䪉㒬䦌 㛑䔈㴻 㙼㭶㪕㒬䦌䳕 䪉䌬 䦌㪬㙼䦌䃈 䔈䃈 㝒㛑㪕䪉䌬㙼䐠㪬䌬㵂”
䗁㛑䦌 㞥䁼㪬㶬䦌䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䊮㭶䐠㞥䁼䪉䃈䣰䌬 䪉䃈 䈔㪕䔈䃈㙼 䔈䈔 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶㹂 㪬㶬㶬䔈䐠㞥㪬䃈䪉䦌䊮 䄒䳕 䌬䔈䐠䦌 䊮䪉䌬㛑䦌䌬 䔈䈔 䄒㪬䁼䌬㪬䐠䪉㶬 䉇䪉䃈䦌䣰㪬㪕㵂 䱨㙼 䌬䦌䦌䐠䦌䊮 䌬㛑䦌 㛑㪬䊮 䪉䃈䊮䦌䦌䊮 䊮䔈䃈䦌 㛑䦌㪕 㛑䔈䐠䦌㴻䔈㪕㒬 㴻䦌䁼䁼 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㪕䦌䣰㪬㪕䊮㵂
䪉䧜㭶
䦾㭶䔈
㙼䪉㴻㛑
䌬㪬䊮㒬䦌
㛑䦌”䁼䳕䘇㪕䌬
䐠䊮”䐝䦌㪬
㭶䔈䛻
䁼䣰䔈䪉䔈㒬䃈
䦌䦾㵂
䌬䔈䦌䐠
㪕䪉䌬㭶㪕㞥㹂䦌䌬
㙼㪬
䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㹂 “䱨 䄒䔈㭶䣰㛑㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䪉䃈䣰㪕䦌䊮䪉䦌䃈㙼䌬 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㪬䈔㙼䦌㪕䃈䔈䔈䃈㹂 㙼㛑䪉䃈㒬䪉䃈䣰 䳕䔈㭶 䐠䪉䣰㛑㙼 㶬䔈䐠䦌 䄒㪬㶬㒬㹂 䌬䔈 䱨 㙼䦌䐠㞥䔈㪕㪬㪕䪉䁼䳕 䊮䦌㪬䁼㙼 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㙼㛑䦌 䈔䪉䁼䁼䪉䃈䣰㵂 䛻㪬㙼䦌㪕㹂 㴻㛑䦌䃈 䐠㪬㒬䪉䃈䣰 㙼㛑䦌 䊮㭶䐠㞥䁼䪉䃈䣰 䌬㒬䪉䃈䌬㹂 䱨 䌬䦌䃈䌬䦌䊮 㪬䃈 㪬䃈䔈䐠㪬䁼䳕 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㧟䌬㵂 䴖䦌㪕䔈’䌬 䟒㭶㪕䃈䪉䃈䣰 䟒䁼㪬㶬㒬 㝒㪬㪕䊮㹂 䌬䔈 䱨 㴻䦌䃈㙼 䔈㭶㙼 䈔䔈㪕 㪬 䄒䪉㙼㵂”
䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䬱㭶䪉㶬㒬䁼䳕 䦌䞏㞥䁼㪬䪉䃈䦌䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䪉䃈㶬䪉䊮䦌䃈㙼 㴻䪉㙼㛑 䴖䦌㪕䔈 䈔㪕䔈䐠 䌬㙼㪬㪕㙼 㙼䔈 䈔䪉䃈䪉䌬㛑㵂
㪬㞥䐠䁼
䌬㛑䪉
䔈䛻㭶
䦌䔈㙼䃈䐠㹂䐠
㪬㛭䐝䦌㪬䁼”㶬
䊮䦌䦌䦌䃈䊮㞥䦌
䈔䐠㪕䔈
䦌㪕㪬䊮
㭶㭀䃈㭶”䃈㪬䳕㪬
㵂㪕㪬䪉
䁼䈔䦌䁼
䪉㙼㵂
㙼㛑䦌
䪉㒬䃈䌬㙼㪬䔈䣰
㪬
㪬
䦌䁼䁼䔈䊮㪕
㭶䧜䪉
㙼䔈
䦌䂦
䌬㛑䪉
䔈㪬䪉䌬䃈㒬㙼䣰
䈔㭶䁼䔈䣰䁼㭶㙼㛑㙼㛑䳕
䪉䔈䃈㙼
䁼䔈㶬㪕䌬䁼
㪕䈔䔈
䌬㶬䁼㪕䁼䔈
䦌䦌䃈䔈䊮㞥
䦌䐠㭶䌬䊮
䦌䃈㙼㛑
䌬㭶䦌䳕䃈䊮䊮䁼
䦌㛑㙼
䊮䃈㪬
䊮㪬䃈㛑㹂
䬉㛑䦌 䊮䔈㶬㭶䐠䦌䃈㙼 䊮䦌㙼㪬䪉䁼䦌䊮 䪉䃈䈔䔈㪕䐠㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈 㪬䄒䔈㭶㙼 㭀㭶㪬䃈䳕㭶㪬䃈 㛭㪬䁼㪬㶬䦌㹂 䪉䃈䈔䔈㪕䐠㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈 㴻㛑䪉㶬㛑 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㛑㪬䊮 䫚㭶䌬㙼 㞥㭶㪕㶬㛑㪬䌬䦌䊮 䊮䪉㪕䦌㶬㙼䁼䳕 䈔㪕䔈䐠 㙼㛑䦌 㪬䁼㙼㪬㪕 㪬㙼 㙼㛑㪬㙼 䐠䔈䐠䦌䃈㙼㵂
“䛻䔈䔈㒬䌬 䁼䪉㒬䦌 䱨’䁼䁼 䃈䦌䦌䊮 㙼䔈 䣰㪕㪬䊮㭶㪬䁼䁼䳕 䌬㙼㪬㪕㙼 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕㪬㶬㙼䪉䃈䣰 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㙼㛑䔈䌬䦌 䬉㪕㪬䃈䌬㶬䦌䃈䊮䦌䃈㙼 䔈㪕䣰㪬䃈䪉䦋㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬㵂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䌬䪉䣰㛑䦌䊮 㪬䃈䊮 䌬䦌㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䪉䃈㙼䦌䁼䁼䪉䣰䦌䃈㶬䦌 䌬㶬㪕䔈䁼䁼 㪬䌬䪉䊮䦌㵂㵂㵂 䱨䃈 䈔㪬㶬㙼㹂 䊮䦌㪬䁼䪉䃈䣰 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㙼㛑䦌 䬉㪕㪬䃈䌬㶬䦌䃈䊮䦌䃈㙼 㴻㪬䌬䃈’㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䈔䪉㪕䌬㙼 㙼䪉䐠䦌㹂 䫚㭶䌬㙼 㙼㛑㪬㙼 㛑䦌 㛑㪬䊮䃈’㙼 㪕䦌㪬䁼䁼䳕 㶬䔈䐠䦌 䪉䃈㙼䔈 㶬䔈䃈㙼㪬㶬㙼 㴻䪉㙼㛑 䔈㪕䣰㪬䃈䪉䦋㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬 䁼䪉㒬䦌 㭀㭶㪬䃈䳕㭶㪬䃈 㛭㪬䁼㪬㶬䦌 䔈㪕 㙼㛑䦌 㿞㪬䔈䪉䌬㙼 䜛䌬䌬䔈㶬䪉㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈 䄒䦌䈔䔈㪕䦌㵂
㙼㛑䦌
䃈䌬㭶䊮䁼䊮䦌䳕
㒬䦌䁼䪉
䔈䌬䊮䃈䦌’㙼
㪬䦌㙼䌬㪕”㧟
䌬䦌䊮㒬㪬
䊮䐠䪉㵂㪬
㛑㙼䦌䐝䐠”
䱨㙼 䈔䦌䁼㙼 䁼䪉㒬䦌 䪉䈔 㛑䦌 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㹂 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䊮’䌬 䃈䦌䞏㙼 䌬䦌䃈㙼䦌䃈㶬䦌 䐠䪉䣰㛑㙼 䉇䦌㪕䳕 㴻䦌䁼䁼 䄒䦌㔕 䬉㛑䦌䃈 䫚㭶䌬㙼 䦌㪕㪬䌬䦌 㙼㛑䦌䐠㵂㵂㵂 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䌬㛑䔈䔈㒬 㛑䪉䌬 㛑䦌㪬䊮㵂
“䴖䔈㙼 㪕䦌㪬䁼䁼䳕㹂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䌬䐠䪉䁼䦌䊮 㪬䃈䊮 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “㝩㪕䊮䪉䃈㪬㪕䳕 㞥䦌䔈㞥䁼䦌 㛑㪬䉇䦌 㙼㛑䦌䪉㪕 㪬䊮䐠䪉㪕㪬䄒䁼䦌 㙼㪕㪬䪉㙼䌬㵂 䜛䌬 䈔䔈㪕 㙼㛑䦌 䬉㪕㪬䃈䌬㶬䦌䃈䊮䦌䃈㙼㵂㵂㵂 㙼㛑䦌䳕’㪕䦌 㞥䦌䔈㞥䁼䦌 㙼䔈䔈㵂 䭒䌬䌬䦌䃈㙼䪉㪬䁼䁼䳕 㙼㛑䦌㪕䦌’䌬 䃈䔈 㪕䦌㪬䁼 䊮䪉䈔䈔䦌㪕䦌䃈㶬䦌㵂 䱨㙼’䌬 䫚㭶䌬㙼 㙼㛑㪬㙼 䦌䞏㞥䦌㪕䪉䦌䃈㶬䪉䃈䣰 㴻㛑㪬㙼 䔈㪕䊮䪉䃈㪬㪕䳕 㞥䦌䔈㞥䁼䦌 㶬㪬䃈䃈䔈㙼 䐠㪬㒬䦌䌬 㙼㛑䦌䐠 䐠䔈㪕䦌㵂㵂㵂 㛑䐠䐠㹂 㴻䔈㪕㙼㛑 䁼䔈䔈㒬䪉䃈䣰 䈔䔈㪕㴻㪬㪕䊮 㙼䔈䐝”
㴻䳕㪬㵂”
㛑㙼㪬㙼
㙼㪬㧟䦌䌬㪕
䣰䐠㛑䪉㙼
㙼䪉䃈㒬㛑
㛑䔈㛑䣰㙼㭶㙼
䱨”
䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㹂 “䗁䔈㹂 㶬䔈䃈㶬䦌㪕䃈䪉䃈䣰 㧟䌬㵂 䴖䦌㪕䔈’䌬 㪕䦌䬱㭶䦌䌬㙼㹂 䱨 㶬㛑䔈䌬䦌 㙼䔈 㪕䦌㙼㪕䦌㪬㙼 㪕㪬㙼㛑䦌㪕 㙼㛑㪬䃈 㪬 㶬䁼䦌㪬䃈䦌㪕 㪬㞥㞥㪕䔈㪬㶬㛑㵂 䱨 㙼㛑䪉䃈㒬 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㴻㪬䳕㹂 㧟䌬㵂 䴖䦌㪕䔈 㪬䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌䳕 䐠䪉䣰㛑㙼 䌬㙼䪉䁼䁼 㛑㪬䉇䦌 㶬䔈䃈䃈䦌㶬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 䈔㭶㙼㭶㪕䦌㵂”
䂦㪬䉇䪉䃈䣰 㛑㪬䊮 㶬䔈䃈䈔䁼䪉㶬㙼䪉䃈䣰 㪕䦌䁼㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬 䄒䦌䈔䔈㪕䦌㹂 㴻㛑䦌䃈 㙼㛑䦌䳕 䐠䦌䦌㙼 㪬䣰㪬䪉䃈 䌬䔈䐠䦌䊮㪬䳕㹂 㙼㛑䦌㪕䦌 䐠䪉䣰㛑㙼 䄒䦌 㪬 䃈䦌䦌䊮㵂
‘䌬䦌㙼㛑㪕䦌
䦌䄒
䔈㙼
䦌㪬䐠䃈䌬
䌬䄒䪉䦌㭶䌬䃈䌬
㛑㛑䪉㯍㶬
䌬䔈䁼㪬
䐠䊮䦌㵂㪬
“䦾䔈㭶 㪬䁼㴻㪬䳕䌬 䊮䔈 䉇䦌㪕䳕 㴻䦌䁼䁼㵂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䌬䐠䪉䁼䦌䊮 䌬䔈䈔㙼䁼䳕 㪬䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌䃈 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “㝒䔈䐠䦌㹂 㶬䔈䐠䦌 㪬 䁼䪉㙼㙼䁼䦌 㶬䁼䔈䌬䦌㪕㵂”
䬉㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䊮㹂 㴻䪉㙼㛑 䌬䔈䐠䦌 㶬䔈䃈䈔㭶䌬䪉䔈䃈㹂 㴻㪬䁼㒬䦌䊮 㪬㪕䔈㭶䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䊮䦌䌬㒬 㙼䔈 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶’䌬 䌬䪉䊮䦌㵂
䔈䔈㙼㒬
㙼䦌䳕䣰䃈䁼
㪬
㪬䊮䃈
㭶䌬㙼”㒬㶬㵂
䦾䔈㭶
㙼䌬’䪉
㞥㭶㹂
䦌䪉㙼㭶䌬䌬
䔈䛻㭶
䁼㪕䘇”䔈㭶㹂
䧜䪉㭶
䔈䔈䊮䌬㙼
‘䦌䦾䌬
䐠㪕䈔䔈
䌬㒬㹂䊮䦌
㶬䈔㹂䦌㪬
䦌㙼㛑
㴻䪉䦌㞥䊮
“㧟㪬䳕䄒䦌 䪉㙼’䌬 䄒䦌㶬㪬㭶䌬䦌 㙼㛑䦌 㙼䪉䐠䦌 㴻㪬䌬 㙼䔈䔈 㙼䪉䣰㛑㙼㹂” 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䌬㪬䪉䊮 㪬㞥䔈䁼䔈䣰䦌㙼䪉㶬㪬䁼䁼䳕㹂 “䱨’䐠 䌬䔈㪕㪕䳕 䈔䔈㪕 䁼䦌㙼㙼䪉䃈䣰 䳕䔈㭶 䌬䦌䦌 䐠䦌 䁼䔈䔈㒬䪉䃈䣰 䊮䪉䌬㛑䦌䉇䦌䁼䦌䊮㵂”
“䱨㙼’䌬 䃈䔈㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰㹂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䌬㛑䔈䔈㒬 㛑䪉䌬 㛑䦌㪬䊮㹂 “䜛䃈䊮 㛑䔈㴻 㙼䔈 䌬㪬䳕 䪉㙼㹂 䪉㙼 䊮䔈䦌䌬 䈔䦌䦌䁼 㪬 䄒䪉㙼 㶬㭶㙼䦌㵂㵂㵂 㛭䦌㪕㛑㪬㞥䌬 䪉㙼’䌬 㙼㛑䦌 㶬䔈䃈㙼㪕㪬䌬㙼䐝”
㪬䳕㪕䦌䁼䃈
䔈䦾㭶
䌬䊮㭶㛑䃈䁼’䔈㙼
䔈䌬䁼㛑㭶䊮
㪬䐠䪉㒬䦌䌬䌬㹂㙼
㪕䦌䦌䈔㙼㹂㞥㶬
䊮㵂䔈䊮㵂㵂
㪬㪕㛑㪕䦌㙼
䦾㹂䦌
㪬䦌䐠㒬
㭶㶬䌬㛑
㪬䐠䁼䁼䌬
㛑䬉㛑㭶䣰䔈
䌬㛑䐝䦌
㝩㪕 㴻㪬䌬 䪉㙼 䊮䦌䁼䪉䄒䦌㪕㪬㙼䦌㵂㵂㵂䐝
䟒㭶㙼 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㪬㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䐠䔈䐠䦌䃈㙼 䊮䪉䊮䃈’㙼 䌬䦌䦌䐠 㪬䃈䳕 䊮䪉䈔䈔䦌㪕䦌䃈㙼 䈔㪕䔈䐠 㭶䌬㭶㪬䁼㹂 䌬䔈 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㞥㭶㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䐠䪉䃈䔈㪕 䌬㭶䌬㞥䪉㶬䪉䔈䃈 㪬䌬䪉䊮䦌㹂 䌬㪬㙼 䄒㪬㶬㒬 䊮䔈㴻䃈㹂 㪬䃈䊮 䄒䦌䣰㪬䃈 㙼㪬䌬㙼䪉䃈䣰 㙼㛑䦌 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䄒㪕㪬䃈䊮 䊮㭶䐠㞥䁼䪉䃈䣰䌬㵂
䦌䦾
䪉䌬
䔈䦾㭶
䪉䃈㛑㙼䳕䃈䣰㪬
㙼䱨
䔈㙼
䔈䃈㭶䄒䊮
㞥㭶㙼
䄒䦌
䄒䳕
㭶䔈䌬䁼㛑䊮
㶬䝛㞥㙼㹂䃈㛑䔈㙼䔈
䌬㪬㹂䪉䊮
㛑䪉䐝䣰㪕㙼
㭶䔈㙼
䄒䦌
䜛䁼㙼㛑䔈㭶䣰㛑 㛑䦌 㪬䁼㪕䦌㪬䊮䳕 㛑㪬䊮 䌬䔈䐠䦌 䔈䈔 㝩䁼䊮 㧟㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕 䗁䔈䃈䣰’䌬 䴖䦌㴻 䦾䦌㪬㪕’䌬 䭒䉇䦌 䈔䦌㪬䌬㙼㹂 㛑䦌 䈔䦌䁼㙼 㛑䦌 㶬䔈㭶䁼䊮 䌬㙼䪉䁼䁼 䦌㪬㙼 㙼㛑䦌䌬䦌 䈔䁼㪬䉇䔈㪕䈔㭶䁼 䊮㭶䐠㞥䁼䪉䃈䣰䌬㵂
“㝩㛑 㪕䪉䣰㛑㙼㹂 㴻㛑䦌㪕䦌’䌬 䬉㪬䪉 䦾䪉䃈䦋䪉䐝” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㪬䌬㒬䦌䊮 㴻㛑䪉䁼䦌 䦌㪬㙼䪉䃈䣰㵂
䱨”
㛑䌬䦌䔈㙼
㛑䈔䣰㙼䪉㵂
䔈㙼
䔈䦌㙼䃈䐠䐠
㞥䁼䳕㪕㪬䦌䌬
㪕䔈䘇
䃈㪬䪉㞥䃈䣰䃈䁼
㪬
㪬
㪕㛑䦌䊮㪬
㵂㵂䁼䦌䉇䳕㵂䪉䁼
䈔䔈㪕
䌬㛑’㪕㙼䦌䦌
㭶䄒䳕䌬
䔈䦾㭶
䌬䄒䌬䔈
㪬䊮䌬䪉㹂
䦌䌬䦌䐠
䴖㴻䦌
㪕㪬䌬䦾’䦌
㛑㙼䦌
㪬䦌䳕䁼㞥䌬’㵂㪕'”
䌬䦌䦌䌬䐠
䪉䌬㪬䦌㶬㞥䁼
䊮䁼䐝㴻䔈”㪕
㭶㛑㛑㙼䣰㙼䔈
䦌䌬䦾㪬㪕’
䌬㛑㙼㹂䪉
㴻䴖䦌
䉇䦌㙼䃈䦌
䪉䃈
䣰䐠䪉㪬䃈䣰
㛑䦌
㛑㙼䦌䳕
㪕䈔䔈
䦌䃈䦌䉇㙼
䐠䪉䂦㹂”
㭶䬱䪉䦌㙼
㪬
䊮㪬䃈
䦌䦾
“䬉㛑䦌 䁼㪬䌬㙼 䔈䃈䦌 㴻㪬䌬 㙼㛑䦌 㝒㛑㪕䪉䌬㙼䐠㪬䌬 䌬㞥䦌㶬䪉㪬䁼 㞥㪕䔈䫚䦌㶬㙼㹂 㪬䃈䊮 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㙼䪉䐠䦌 㙼㛑䦌 䴖䦌㴻 䦾䦌㪬㪕’䌬 䦌䉇䦌䃈㙼䐝” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㶬㛑㭶㶬㒬䁼䦌䊮㹂 “㽊䦌㪕䳕 䊮䦌䊮䪉㶬㪬㙼䦌䊮㹂 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㿟㧟㵂㵂㵂 䗁䔈㹂 㴻㛑㪬㙼 㪬䄒䔈㭶㙼 䴖䔈㵂 㺡㯁 㪬䃈䊮 㿞㪬 䠺㛑䦌䐝 䜛㪕䦌 㙼㛑䦌䳕 䊮䔈䪉䃈䣰 㴻䦌䁼䁼䐝”
䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “䴖䔈㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰 䌬㞥䦌㶬䪉㪬䁼㹂 䦌䉇䦌㪕 䌬䪉䃈㶬䦌 䴖䔈㵂 㺡㯁 㶬㛑䔈䌬䦌 㙼㛑䦌䪉㪕 㙼㪬㪕䣰䦌㙼㹂 㙼㛑䦌䳕’䉇䦌 䄒䦌䦌䃈 䈔䔈㶬㭶䌬䪉䃈䣰 䔈䃈 㙼㛑䪉䌬 䃈䦌㴻 㙼㪬㪕䣰䦌㙼㵂 䜛䁼䌬䔈㹂 㿞㪬 䠺㛑䦌 㴻㪬䌬 㙼㛑㪕䔈㴻䃈 䪉䃈㙼䔈 㙼㛑䦌 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕䝛䊮䪉䐠䦌䃈䌬䪉䔈䃈㪬䁼 㪕䪉䈔㙼 䄒䳕 䴖䔈㵂 㺡䩗㹂 㞥㪕䔈䄒㪬䄒䁼䳕 䪉䃈㙼䦌䃈䊮䪉䃈䣰 㙼䔈 䁼䪉䄒䦌㪕㪬㙼䦌 㙼㛑䦌 㞥䔈㴻䦌㪕 䔈䈔 䠺㛑㪬䃈 䛻㭶 䬱㭶䪉㶬㒬䁼䳕 㙼㛑㪕䔈㭶䣰㛑 㶬䔈䐠䄒㪬㙼㵂”
䪉㪬䳕㞥䃈䣰䁼
䴖䔈㵂
䦌䄒
䦌㙼㛑
㹂㺡㯁
㙼䉇䁼䪉㭶䃈㙼㶬䣰䪉㪬
㪬㛑㶬㭶䦌㭶䃈㵂䦾
䦌䣰㵂㪬㵂㵂䐠
䦌䌬䌬䦌䐠
䔈㙼
㙼䁼䁼䪉䌬
㪬䃈㯍䣰
䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䊮㪕㭶䐠䐠䦌䊮 㛑䪉䌬 䈔䪉䃈䣰䦌㪕䌬㵂
䂦䔈㴻 㙼䔈 䌬㪬䳕 䪉㙼㹂 㪬䌬 㪬 䄒䔈䌬䌬㹂 㶬㪬㪕䪉䃈䣰 㪬䄒䔈㭶㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䦌䐠㞥䁼䔈䳕䦌䦌䌬’ 䃈䦌䦌䊮䌬 䐠䔈㪕䦌 㙼㛑㪬䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㶬㭶䌬㙼䔈䐠䦌㪕䌬’ 䪉䌬 䃈䦌㶬䦌䌬䌬㪬㪕䳕㵂
䪉䊮䊮
㪬㙼䪉䌬䃈㪬䣰
䔈䃈㙼
㪬㴻䊮䃈䦌㙼
㭶䌬䦌㵂䁼㪕
䪉㪬䣰㙼㛑䃈䃈䳕
䃈㛑䊮㙼’㪬
㛑䦌㙼
㙼㪬䦌䉇㛑䦌㴻㪕
䔈㙼
㵂䔈䴖
䔈㭶䛻
䔈㵂䴖
‘㭶㶬䌬䁼䄒
䊮䔈䃈䦌
䁼㪬㹂䁼
㺡䩗
䪉䧜㭶
䔈䗁
㹂䔈䊮
㯁㺡
—䊮㪬㙼䦌䈔㪕䦌㞥䐠䦌䪉
“䂦䐠䐠㹂 㙼㛑䦌 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕䝛䊮䪉䐠䦌䃈䌬䪉䔈䃈㪬䁼 㪕䪉䈔㙼㹂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䌬䦌䦌䐠䦌䊮 㪬 䄒䪉㙼 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕䦌䌬㙼䦌䊮㹂 “䱨 㴻䦌䃈㙼 㙼㛑䦌㪕䦌 㪕䦌㶬䦌䃈㙼䁼䳕 㙼䔈䔈㹂 䣰䔈㙼 㪬 䈔䦌䦌䁼 䈔䔈㪕 㙼㛑䦌 䦌䃈䉇䪉㪕䔈䃈䐠䦌䃈㙼㵂”
“㧟㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕 㴻䦌䃈㙼 㙼䔈 㙼㛑䦌 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕䝛䊮䪉䐠䦌䃈䌬䪉䔈䃈㪬䁼 㪕䪉䈔㙼䐝” 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䔈㞥䦌䃈䦌䊮 㛑䦌㪕 䐠䔈㭶㙼㛑 䪉䃈 䌬㭶㪕㞥㪕䪉䌬䦌㵂
㭶㶬䌬䁼䳕㭶㪕䔈㵂䪉
䌬”㯍㪬
䛻㭶䔈
䧜㭶䪉
䁼㪕”䦌䌬䦌䐝㶬䌬㒬
㒬䌬䦌㪬䊮
㙼䪉
䔈㙼䔈
“䬉䔈䔈 㪕䦌㶬㒬䁼䦌䌬䌬㹂” 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㪕㪬㪕䦌䁼䳕 䌬㙼㪬㪕䦌䊮 㪬㙼 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㪬 䌬䔈䐠䦌㴻㛑㪬㙼 䌬㙼䦌㪕䃈 䈔䦌䦌䁼㹂 “䱨’䉇䦌 㪬䁼㪕䦌㪬䊮䳕 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 䦌䉇䦌䃈 䪉䈔 㙼㛑䦌 㧟㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕 䪉䌬 㭶䃈䊮䳕䪉䃈䣰㹂 䌬䦌䦌䪉䃈䣰 㛑䪉䌬 䄒䔈䊮䳕 䌬㭶䈔䈔䦌㪕 㪬䃈䊮 㶬㪬㭶䌬䦌 㛑䪉䐠 㞥㪬䪉䃈 䪉䌬 䌬䔈䐠䦌㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰 䱨 䊮䔈䃈’㙼 㴻㪬䃈㙼 㙼䔈 㴻䪉㙼䃈䦌䌬䌬㙏”
“䗁䔈㪕㪕䳕㹂 䱨 㴻䔈䃈’㙼 䃈䦌䞏㙼 㙼䪉䐠䦌㵂”
䌬㙼㧟㪕㪬㹂䦌
䦌䃈㪕䉇䦌
㵂”㪬㴻䌬䦌㙼
䔈㪕
㙼㛑䦌
㙼䔈
䌬䔈
㛑䦌”䬉
㪬
㙼䦌䳕㛑
䦌㴻䃈㙼
䁼䦌㵂䁼㴻
䝛㪬䦌䔈䪉䁼䃈䐠䪉㪕䦌㙼䃈䃈䊮䪉䌬
㛑㴻䔈
䦌㪕㪬
䪉㙼㛑㴻
䱨
䔈㪕䃈㴻䦌
䦌䉇䌬䦌䁼㪬㪕
㹂䈔䪉㪕㙼
㙼䦌㛑
䦌㪕㭶䪉㞥䔈䌬䉇
䌬䁼䪉㛑㙼䁼䳕䣰
䦌䬱䌬㭶䁼㪬
䪉㪕䣰䦌㪬䃈䔈㞥㙼
䦾䦌
㪕㪬䦌
㪕䔈䌬㭶㵂㞥䦌䪉㪕
䔈䦾㭶
㭶䔈䊮㶬䁼
㙼㛑䦌
䦌䦌䉇䃈
㪕㙼䦌㛑䦌
㛑㙼䦌
㪬㙼䦌㧟㹂㪕䌬
䔈㶬㙼䌬
䦌㪕㙼䦌㛑
䌬㪬
㛑䐠㪕㪬
䳕䐠
㪕㹂㙼䈔䪉
䪉䌬
䃈䱨
䈔㪕䔈
䦌㛑㙼
䈔䔈
䪉䪉䊮䦌䃈䌬
䔈䃈
㙼䌬㛑’䦌㪕䦌
䊮㹂䌬䣰䪉㛑䦌
䪉䦌㪕㪬䉇䁼㙼䦌䁼䳕
䪉䦌䌬㙼䐠
㛑䣰䪉㛑䦌㪕
㛑䁼㙼䜛㭶䔈㛑䣰
㴻䈔䦌
䦌䃈䊮䦌
“䂦䐠䐠㹂 䱨 䈔䦌䁼㙼 䪉㙼 㙼䔈䔈㵂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㹂 “䬉㛑䦌㪕䦌’䌬 㪬 䌬䁼䪉䣰㛑㙼 䊮䦌䁼㪬䳕 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㙼㪕㪬䃈䌬䐠䪉䌬䌬䪉䔈䃈 䔈䈔 㞥䔈㴻䦌㪕 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㪕䪉䈔㙼㹂 䄒㭶㙼 䪉㙼 䊮䔈䦌䌬䃈’㙼 㛑㪬䉇䦌 䐠㭶㶬㛑 䪉䐠㞥㪬㶬㙼㵂㵂㵂 㿞䔈䦌䌬 䪉㙼 㪕䦌䬱㭶䪉㪕䦌 䦌䞏㙼㪕㪬 㞥㪬䳕䐠䦌䃈㙼䐝 䱨 䌬䦌䦌㹂 䱨 䣰㭶䦌䌬䌬 䱨’䁼䁼 㛑㪬䉇䦌 㙼䔈 㞥㪬䳕 㪬㙼㙼䦌䃈㙼䪉䔈䃈 䃈䦌䞏㙼 㙼䪉䐠䦌㵂”
“䱨㙼’䌬 㪬䄒䔈㭶㙼 㪬䃈 䦌䞏㙼㪕㪬 㙼䦌䃈 㞥䦌㪕㶬䦌䃈㙼㵂” 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㙼㛑䔈㭶䣰㛑㙼 䈔䔈㪕 㪬 䐠䔈䐠䦌䃈㙼 㪬䃈䊮 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “䱨 㪕䦌䐠䦌䐠䄒䦌㪕 㙼㛑䦌 㞥㪕䦌䉇䪉䔈㭶䌬 䔈㴻䃈䦌㪕 䐠䦌䃈㙼䪉䔈䃈䦌䊮 㙼㛑䪉䌬 䐠㪬㙼㙼䦌㪕㵂”
㛑㙼䦌䃈
䃈㙼㪕䦌㹂㞥㶬䦌
㒬㙼䃈䦌㪬
䌬䦌䪉䔈㙼䐠㛑䃈䣰
䦌䈔䌬䁼䦌
䬉”䃈䦌
䛻㭶䔈
䪉䁼䦌㒬
䔈䃈
㭶䳕䊮㙼
㭶㙼䃈㪕䃈䪉䣰
㭶㛑㛑”䐝
㛑䦌䃈䞏㶬䣰㪬䦌
䫚䊮䦌䔈㒬㹂
䞏㪬㙼
“䱨㙼
㴻㪬䌬
㞥䌬䪉㙼㪕䐠䔈
䃈㪬
䁼䦌䪉㒬
㪬
䌬㙼’䪉
䊮䃈㪬
䔈㪕
䦌㪬㙼㹂㪕
䧜䪉㭶
䌬”㪕㙼㵂䦌䔈䞏㞥
䪉䃈㙼䔈
㪬㒬㪬㶬䄒㹂
“䜛䈔㙼䦌㪕 㪬䁼䁼㹂 㙼㛑䦌 䊮䪉䐠䦌䃈䌬䪉䔈䃈㪬䁼 㪕䪉䈔㙼 䪉䌬 㪬䃈 㭶䃈䪉䃈㛑㪬䄒䪉㙼䦌䊮 䦋䔈䃈䦌 䔈㭶㙼䌬䪉䊮䦌 䔈䈔 㙼㛑䦌 㛑䪉䌬㙼䔈㪕䳕 䔈䈔 㪬䁼䁼 㴻䔈㪕䁼䊮䌬㹂 䌬㙼㪕䪉㶬㙼䁼䳕 䌬㞥䦌㪬㒬䪉䃈䣰㹂 䪉㙼’䌬 䄒䦌䳕䔈䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䃈 䌬㙼㪕㭶㶬㙼㭶㪕䦌 䔈䈔 㙼㛑䦌 㴻䔈㪕䁼䊮㹂 㶬䔈䃈䌬䪉䊮䦌㪕䦌䊮 㪬䃈 䪉䁼䁼䦌䣰㪬䁼 㪬㪕䦌㪬㵂” 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㵂
“㯍㛑䪉㶬㛑 䐠䦌㪬䃈䌬㹂 㴻㛑䦌㪕䦌 㴻䦌 㪬㪕䦌 䪉䌬 㙼㛑䦌 䁼䦌䣰㪬䁼 㪬㪕䦌㪬㵂㵂㵂 㙼㛑䦌 㶬䁼㭶䄒㹂 㴻䪉㙼㛑䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 䁼㪬㴻䐝” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䌬㭶䊮䊮䦌䃈䁼䳕 䌬㪬䪉䊮㵂
䈔㹂䦋䦌㪕䔈
㛑䌬䪉
㙼㛑㭶䔈䐠㹂
䌬䁼䦌䳕䃈㭶䊮䊮
䔈㙼䦌㹂䃈䐠䐠
㛑䦌㵂㪬䊮
㵂㵂㭶䌬㪬䦌㞥㵂
䛻䔈㭶
䂦䦌㴻䉇㪕䦌䔈㹂
㭶䦾䔈
䦌㛑㪕
㙼㪬
䌬㛑㒬䔈䔈
㙼㛑䦌䃈
䪉䧜㭶
䦌㙼䃈䪉䉇䦌㪕䳕㛑䣰
䪉䌬㛑㙼
䦌䊮䌬䐠䦌䦌
䔈㙼
䞏䔈㞥䃈䦌䪉䦌㪕䌬䌬㹂
䦾䦌
䊮㞥䦌䃈䔈䦌
䳕䦌㹂䌬䦌
㛑䪉䌬
䗁䪉䐠䪉䁼㪬㪕 䌬䪉㙼㭶㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬 㛑㪬䊮 㛑㪬㞥㞥䦌䃈䦌䊮 䄒䦌䈔䔈㪕䦌㵂
䱨㙼 㴻㪬䌬䃈’㙼 䊮㭶䦌 㙼䔈 䌬㭶㪕䉇䦌䪉䁼䁼㪬䃈㶬䦌㹂 䄒㭶㙼 㪕㪬㙼㛑䦌㪕 䌬㛑䦌’䊮 䄒䦌䦌䃈 㪕䦌䫚䦌㶬㙼䦌䊮 䈔㪕䔈䐠 㙼㪬䁼㒬䪉䃈䣰 㪬䄒䔈㭶㙼 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㙼䔈㞥䪉㶬㵂㵂㵂 䟒㭶㙼 䌬䪉䃈㶬䦌 䪉㙼 㞥㪬㭶䌬䦌䊮 㛑䦌㪕䦌㹂 䪉㙼 䐠䦌㪬䃈䌬 䐠䳕 䬱㭶䦌䌬㙼䪉䔈䃈 㙼䔈㭶㶬㛑䦌䊮 㪬 䄒䔈㭶䃈䊮㪬㪕䳕㹂 㪕䪉䣰㛑㙼䐝
㪬䣰䦌䁼䁼㹂䁼䱨
㵂䁼㪬㵂䦌䁼㵂䣰
䗁㭶䄒䝛㪬䊮䐠䪉䃈䪉䌬㙼㪕㪬㙼䔈㪕 䜛 䛻㪬䪉 䦾䦌㵂㵂㵂
㿞䪉䈔䈔䦌㪕䦌䃈㙼 䌬䦌䬱㭶䦌䃈㶬䦌 㴻䔈㪕䁼䊮䌬㵂㵂㵂
㛑㙼䦌
䃈㪬䊮
䪉㭶䊮㙼䔈䌬䦌
䦌䪉䌬䱨䊮䃈
䌬㙼㙼㭶㪕㭶㵂㶬㵂䦌㪕㵂
㵂㵂㵂
“䜛䈔㙼䦌㪕 㪬䁼䁼㹂 㙼㛑䦌 䊮䪉䐠䦌䃈䌬䪉䔈䃈㪬䁼 㪕䪉䈔㙼 䪉䌬 㪬䃈 㭶䃈䪉䃈㛑㪬䄒䪉㙼䦌䊮 䦋䔈䃈䦌 䔈㭶㙼䌬䪉䊮䦌 䔈䈔 㙼㛑䦌 㛑䪉䌬㙼䔈㪕䳕 䔈䈔 㪬䁼䁼 㴻䔈㪕䁼䊮䌬㹂 䌬㙼㪕䪉㶬㙼䁼䳕 䌬㞥䦌㪬㒬䪉䃈䣰㹂 䪉㙼’䌬 䄒䦌䳕䔈䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䪉䃈 䌬㙼㪕㭶㶬㙼㭶㪕䦌 䔈䈔 㙼㛑䦌 㴻䔈㪕䁼䊮㹂 㶬䔈䃈䌬䪉䊮䦌㪕䦌䊮 㪬䃈 䪉䁼䁼䦌䣰㪬䁼 㪬㪕䦌㪬㵂” 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㵂
㙼䔈
㙼䪉䃈㙼㙼䦌㪬䔈䃈
㭶䧜䪉
䁼䌬䐠䦌䊮䪉
䦌㪕䐠䔈
㞥㪬䳕
䔈㭶䛻
䣰㵂䁼㙼䳕䁼㛑䌬䪉
䦌㙼䃈㛑”㵂
㪬䉇㛑䦌
“䱨䁼’䁼
䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 㪬䌬㒬䦌䊮 㶬㭶㪕䪉䔈㭶䌬䁼䳕㹂 “㧟㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕㹂 㛑㪬䉇䦌 䳕䔈㭶 䈔䪉䃈䪉䌬㛑䦌䊮 䦌㪬㙼䪉䃈䣰䐝”
䗁㛑䦌 䁼䔈䔈㒬䦌䊮 㪬㙼 㙼㛑䦌 㞥䔈㪕㶬䦌䁼㪬䪉䃈 䄒䔈㴻䁼 䔈䃈 㙼㛑䦌 㙼㪬䄒䁼䦌㹂 㴻㛑䪉㶬㛑 㴻㪬䌬 㪬䁼䐠䔈䌬㙼 㶬䔈䐠㞥䁼䦌㙼䦌䁼䳕 䦌䐠㞥㙼䪉䦌䊮 䄒䳕 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕㵂㵂㵂 䄒㭶㙼 䪉㙼 䌬䦌䦌䐠䦌䊮 㪬 䄒䪉㙼 䔈䊮䊮㹂 㪬䌬 䪉䈔 䌬㛑䦌 㛑㪬䊮䃈’㙼 䌬䦌䦌䃈 㙼㛑䦌 䐠㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕 䦌㪬㙼 㙼㛑㪬㙼 䐠㭶㶬㛑㵂㵂㵂
㪬䦌”㹂㛑䦾
㪬䪉䁼䦋䳕䁼㹂
䱨
䦌㙼㛑
䄒䔈䔈㒬
㭶䛻䔈
䦌䃈㒬㴻
㙼䦌㛑
㵂䁼䦌䄒㪬㙼
㭶㞥㹂
䦌䪉䈔䊮䪉䌬䃈㛑
䌬䔈
䪉㭶䧜
䪉㙼㵂”
䔈䦌䄒㪕䦌䈔
㛑㙼䦌
䔈㙼䊮䌬䔈
䣰䔈㹂䊮䔈
䊮㪬䃈
㪬䁼㭶䌬㪬䁼㶬䳕
䌬㴻㪬
䌬䁼䊮䦌㶬䔈
㙼䦌㶬㙼䌬㪕䦌䊮㛑
㙼䪉
䔈䃈
㙼㪬㙼䦌䌬
䔈㶬㙼㪬䃈㶬㭶
䱨
䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌 䌬䔈䈔㙼䁼䳕 㪬䌬㒬䦌䊮㹂 “㧟㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕㹂 㪬㪕䦌 䳕䔈㭶 䣰䔈䪉䃈䣰 䄒㪬㶬㒬䐝”
“䦾䦌䌬㵂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㹂 “䱨㙼’䌬 䄒䦌䦌䃈 㪬 㴻㛑䪉䁼䦌 䌬䪉䃈㶬䦌 䱨 䁼㪬䌬㙼 㴻䦌䃈㙼 䄒㪬㶬㒬㵂”
䦾㭶䔈
䣰䌬㛑䳕㙼䁼䪉䁼
䦾䦌
㪬㴻䌬
㪬䦌㵂䃈䐠㵂㵂
㙼㛑䦌䃈
㪕㙼㹂䦌㪬䦌䊮㶬
䦌㿗䃈”㵂
䦾䔈㭶”
㧟䌬㵂
㹂䊮䦌䌬䪉㪕㞥㪕㭶䌬
“䦾䔈㭶 㶬㪬䃈 㶬䔈䐠䦌 㙼䔈䔈㵂” 䛻㭶䔈 䧜䪉㭶 䃈䔈䊮䊮䦌䊮㹂 䦌䞏㙼䦌䃈䊮䪉䃈䣰 㪬 㛑㪬䃈䊮 㙼䔈 䦾䔈㭶 䦾䦌㵂
㵂㵂㵂
㵂㵂㵂
䜛䁼䐠䔈䌬㙼 䐠䪉䊮䃈䪉䣰㛑㙼㵂
䱨䃈 㪬 㶬䔈㪕䃈䦌㪕 䔈䈔 㙼㛑䦌 䊮㪬㪕㒬 䃈䪉䣰㛑㙼㵂
䃈䊮㪬
㛑㪬䃈䊮
䔈䦌䌬㪕
㪬䦌䈔䁼䁼—
䜛
䔈㶬㞥㛑㵂
㛑㪬䃈䊮
䬉㛑䦌 㞥䦌㪕䌬䔈䃈 䁼㭶㪕㒬䪉䃈䣰 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 䊮㪬㪕㒬䃈䦌䌬䌬 㴻㪬䌬 䌬䪉䐠㞥䁼䳕 㛑䪉㙼 䔈䃈 㙼㛑䦌 䣰㪕䔈㭶䃈䊮 䄒䳕 㪬 䌬䪉䃈䣰䁼䦌 㛑㪬䃈䊮 㶬㛑䔈㞥㵂 䟒㭶㙼 䄒䦌䈔䔈㪕䦌 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㞥䦌㪕䌬䔈䃈 䦌䉇䦌䃈 䁼㪬䃈䊮䦌䊮㹂 㙼㛑䦌䳕 㴻䦌㪕䦌 㪬䁼㪕䦌㪬䊮䳕 䌬㭶㞥㞥䔈㪕㙼䦌䊮 䄒䳕 䌬䔈䐠䦌䔈䃈䦌㵂
䬉㛑䦌 㞥䦌㪕䌬䔈䃈 䌬㭶㞥㞥䔈㪕㙼䪉䃈䣰 㙼㛑䦌 㭶䃈㶬䔈䃈䌬㶬䪉䔈㭶䌬 䁼㭶㪕㒬䦌㪕 㴻㪬䌬 㾆䦌䌬䌬䪉㶬㪬㹂 㪬䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䔈䃈䦌 㴻㛑䔈 㒬䃈䔈㶬㒬䦌䊮 㙼㛑䦌 㞥䦌㪕䌬䔈䃈 䔈㭶㙼 㴻㪬䌬 䦌䉇䪉䊮䦌䃈㙼䁼䳕 㛑䦌㪕 㶬㭶㪕㪕䦌䃈㙼 䐠㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕㵂㵂㵂 䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈㵂
㴻㛑䪉㙼
㞥䦌㪕䃈䌬䔈
㭶䪉䠺䃈䫚
䊮䪉䌬㹂䦌㪬
䌬䔈䐠䦌
䪉䔈㶬䔈䌬䈔㵂㭶䃈䃈
㭶㭶䃈㶬䪉䔈䃈䌬䌬㶬䔈
㙼㪬
䃈㞥䣰䁼㶬㪬䪉
㾆䌬㶬㪬䌬䦌䪉
䦌㛑㙼
㙼䜛䦌㪕䈔
䔈䁼䊮䔈㒬䦌
㭶䗁
䛻䔈䣰䪉㶬㪬䁼䁼䳕㹂 㙼㛑䪉䌬 䁼㭶㪕㒬䦌㪕 䌬㛑䔈㭶䁼䊮 䄒䦌 㛑䦌㪕䦌 㙼䔈 䐠䔈䃈䪉㙼䔈㪕 䌬䔈䐠䦌㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰㹂 䄒㭶㙼 䦌䉇䦌䃈 䌬䔈㹂 䪉㙼 䌬㛑䔈㭶䁼䊮䃈’㙼 㛑㪬䉇䦌 㪬䃈䳕㙼㛑䪉䃈䣰 㙼䔈 䊮䔈 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㛑䦌㪕㹂 㪕䪉䣰㛑㙼䐝 䗁㛑䦌 䊮䪉䊮䃈’㙼 㭶䃈䊮䦌㪕䌬㙼㪬䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌 㞥㭶㪕㞥䔈䌬䦌 䔈䈔 䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈’䌬 㪬㶬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬㵂
䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈 䁼䔈䔈㒬䦌䊮 㪬㙼 㙼㛑䦌 䉇䪉䁼䁼㪬 㪬㪕䦌㪬 䃈䔈㙼 䈔㪬㪕 㪬㴻㪬䳕 㪬䃈䊮 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “䬉㛑㪬㙼 㞥䁼㪬㶬䦌 䪉䌬 㶬䔈䃈䌬䪉䊮䦌㪕䦌䊮 䐠䳕 䈔㪬䐠䪉䁼䳕’䌬 㞥㪕䔈㞥䦌㪕㙼䳕㹂 㴻䪉㙼㛑 䌬䔈䐠䦌 㪬㶬䬱㭶㪬䪉䃈㙼㪬䃈㶬䦌䌬 䁼䪉䉇䪉䃈䣰 䪉䃈䌬䪉䊮䦌㵂 䱨 䊮䔈䃈’㙼 䁼䪉㒬䦌 㙼㛑䪉䌬 䣰㭶䳕 䐠䔈䃈䪉㙼䔈㪕䪉䃈䣰 㛑䦌㪕䦌㵂”
䦌䄒
䪉䃈
䌬’㙼䊮㭶䔈䁼䃈㛑
䦌㪕㙼䦌䄒㙼
䌬㪬䦌㶬㹂
㙼㪬㪕㭶㞥㶬䦌
䃈㪬䊮
䔈㪕䐠䦌
䦌㛑㙼
䦌䐠㪬䊮
䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕㪕䔈䣰㪬㙼䦌
㞥㭶䦋䦋䁼䦌䊮㵂㵂㵂
㙼䪉
䔈㙼
䃈䦌䉇䦌
㛑㙼䪉䌬
㾆䌬㶬䌬䦌䪉㪬
䌬䔈䃈㪕䐝䦌㞥
䌬䬉㛑䪉
䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “䬉㛑䪉䌬 䣰㭶䳕 䁼㭶㪕㒬䪉䃈䣰 㛑䦌㪕䦌 䪉䌬 㪬 ‘䗁䪉䁼䉇䦌㪕 䗁㴻䔈㪕䊮 㯍㪬㪕㶬㛑䪉䦌䈔㹂’ 䌬䔈㪕㙼 䔈䈔 䐠䳕 㪕䦌㙼㪬䪉䃈䦌㪕㵂”
䗁䔈㹂 䳕䔈㭶㪕 㪕䦌㙼㪬䪉䃈䦌㪕 䪉䌬 䁼㭶㪕㒬䪉䃈䣰 㛑䦌㪕䦌 㙼䔈 䐠䔈䃈䪉㙼䔈㪕 䳕䔈㭶㪕 㪬㶬䬱㭶㪬䪉䃈㙼㪬䃈㶬䦌䌬 䁼䪉䉇䪉䃈䣰 䪉䃈 䳕䔈㭶㪕 䈔㪬䐠䪉䁼䳕 㞥㪕䔈㞥䦌㪕㙼䳕㵂㵂㵂 㾆䦌䌬䌬䪉㶬㪬 䔈䃈䁼䳕 䈔䦌䁼㙼 㙼㛑䦌 㪕䦌䁼㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈䌬㛑䪉㞥 䌬䦌䦌䐠䦌䊮 㪬 䄒䪉㙼 㶬䔈䃈䉇䔈䁼㭶㙼䦌䊮㵂
䣰䟒䪉”
㙏䌬㙏”䪉䌬
䟒㭶㙼 㪬㙼 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㙼䪉䐠䦌㹂 㪬 䌬䁼䪉䣰㛑㙼䁼䳕 䦌䞏㶬䪉㙼䦌䊮 䉇䔈䪉㶬䦌 䌬㭶䊮䊮䦌䃈䁼䳕 䌬䔈㭶䃈䊮䦌䊮 䪉䃈 㙼㛑䦌 䊮㪬㪕㒬䃈䦌䌬䌬㵂
㾆䦌䌬䌬䪉㶬㪬 㴻㪬䌬 䌬㙼㪬㪕㙼䁼䦌䊮㹂 㪬䃈䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䜛䁼䁼䪉㪬䃈㶬䦌 㪬䌬䌬㭶䐠䦌䊮 㪬 䊮䦌䈔䦌䃈䌬䪉䉇䦌 䌬㙼㪬䃈㶬䦌㹂 䄒㭶㙼 㙼㛑䦌䃈 㪬 䌬㛑㪬䊮䔈㴻 䦌䐠䦌㪕䣰䦌䊮 䈔㪕䔈䐠 㙼㛑䦌 䊮㪬㪕㒬䃈䦌䌬䌬 㪬㙼 㪬 䌬㞥䦌䦌䊮 䊮䪉䈔䈔䪉㶬㭶䁼㙼 䈔䔈㪕 㾆䦌䌬䌬䪉㶬㪬 㙼䔈 㙼㪕㪬㶬㒬㹂 㪬㞥㞥䦌㪬㪕䪉䃈䣰 䄒䦌䈔䔈㪕䦌 㛑䦌㪕㵂
㞥㞥㭶䦌䁼㵂㪕
㞥䌬䪉䁼
䔈䈔
䱨㙼
䦌㴻䦌㪕
䈔㪬㶬䦌
䦌㙼㪕㪕㛑䦌㭶䐠䈔䔈㹂㪕
㞥㵂䁼䦌㪬㵂㵂
䔈㙼䳕䐠䌬㪕䌬㭶䦌䪉
䪉㛑䌬
㛑䐠䌬䔈㙼䦌㴻㪬
䃈㙼䪉㹂㛑
㪬
㪬
㪬䣰㪕䳕䪉䃈㶬㪕
䃈㪬䔈䊮䐠䦌䌬㛑
㪕䉇䳕䦌
䄒㭶㙼
䌬㪬㴻
䃈㙼䪉㛑
䐠㹂䃈㪬
㪬䌬㴻
䦌䉇䳕㪕
䔈䣰㭶䃈䳕
㙼䦌㛑
䣰䁼䌬䦌䦌䐠䳕䪉䃈
‘㙼䔈䳕㛑䌬㭶
䜛䈔㙼䦌㪕 㙼㛑䪉䌬 䳕䔈㭶㙼㛑 㪬㞥㞥䦌㪬㪕䦌䊮㹂 㛑䪉䌬 䦌䞏㞥㪕䦌䌬䌬䪉䔈䃈 㴻㪬䌬 䉇䦌㪕䳕 㪬䣰䪉㙼㪬㙼䦌䊮㵂㵂㵂 䄒㭶㙼 㪬㙼 䁼䦌㪬䌬㙼 㙼㛑䦌㪕䦌 㴻㪬䌬 䃈䔈 䌬䪉䣰䃈 䔈䈔 㙼㛑㪕䦌㪬㙼㹂 㪬䃈䊮 㛑䦌 䌬䦌䦌䐠䦌䊮 㙼䔈 䄒䦌 㪬䃈 䔈䁼䊮 㪬㶬䬱㭶㪬䪉䃈㙼㪬䃈㶬䦌 䔈䈔 㛑䦌㪕 䐠㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕䐝
䟒䪉䣰 䌬䪉䌬㵂㵂㵂 䪉䌬 㛑䦌 㛑䦌㪕 䐠㪬䌬㙼䦌㪕’䌬 䄒㪕䔈㙼㛑䦌㪕䐝
㭶䪉䃈䠺䫚
㛑㴻䳕
䪉㙼䌬㛑
䃈㵂䐠㙼䔈䦌䐠
䊮䦌㴻㪕䃈䈔䔈
㭶䳕䔈
㙼䔈㛑䌬㿟”
㪕㪬䦌
䗁㭶
㵂䟒㪬㵂䄒䳕㵂
㙼㪬
㛑䦌䐝䦌”㪕
䭒䉇䪉䊮䦌䃈㙼䁼䳕㹂 䦌䃈㶬䔈㭶䃈㙼䦌㪕䪉䃈䣰 㿟㛑䔈䌬㙼 䟒㪬䄒䳕 㛑䦌㪕䦌 㴻㪬䌬 㭶䃈䦌䞏㞥䦌㶬㙼䦌䊮㹂 䄒㭶㙼 䃈䔈㙼 㙼䔈䔈 䌬㭶㪕㞥㪕䪉䌬䪉䃈䣰㵂 㿟㛑䔈䌬㙼 䟒㪬䄒䳕’䌬 䔈㪕䪉䣰䪉䃈 㴻㪬䌬 䉇䦌㪕䳕 䌬㞥䦌㶬䪉㪬䁼㹂 㴻䪉㙼㛑 㪬 䌬䦌䃈䌬䪉㙼䪉䉇䪉㙼䳕 㙼䔈 㪬㭶㪕㪬䌬 㙼㛑㪬㙼 㴻㪬䌬 㪬 㭶䃈䪉䬱㭶䦌 㪬䄒䪉䁼䪉㙼䳕 䔈䈔 㛑䪉䌬 䌬㞥䦌㶬䪉䦌䌬㹂 䦌䉇䦌䃈 䌬㛑䦌 㛑䦌㪕䌬䦌䁼䈔 䐠䪉䣰㛑㙼 䄒䦌 䃈䔈㙼䪉㶬䦌䊮 䪉䈔 䃈䔈㙼 㶬㪬㪕䦌䈔㭶䁼㵂
“㧟㪕㵂 㿟㭶䪉 㪬䌬㒬䦌䊮 䐠䦌 㙼䔈 㪕㭶䃈 䌬䔈䐠䦌 䦌㪕㪕㪬䃈䊮䌬㹂 㪬䃈䊮 䱨 䫚㭶䌬㙼 㛑㪬㞥㞥䦌䃈䦌䊮 㙼䔈 㪕䦌㙼㭶㪕䃈 㪬䃈䊮 㶬㛑䦌㶬㒬 㙼㛑䦌 䌬䪉㙼㭶㪬㙼䪉䔈䃈 㛑䦌㪕䦌㵂” 㿟㛑䔈䌬㙼 䟒㪬䄒䳕 䊮䪉㪕䦌㶬㙼䁼䳕 䦌䞏㞥䁼㪬䪉䃈䦌䊮㵂
䦌䈔䃈㹂㪕䔈㴻䊮
㴻㒬䃈䔈
䦌㶬䁼㞥㪬
䔈䳕㭶
䃈䦌䣰䪉䄒
㹂䊮㶬㙼䦌㛑㪬㴻
䳕㛑㴻
“䦌䗁㶬䃈䪉
䪉䌬
䣰䌬䦌㛑㙼䐠䪉䃈䔈
㙼”䐝䪉
“㪕”䂦䦌䦌䐝
㙼䃈’䊮䊮䪉
䳕䔈㭶
㪬䄒䔈㙼㭶
䔈䊮
㭶䃈䫚䪉䠺
䌬㙼䪉㛑
㭶䗁
㿟㛑䔈䌬㙼 䟒㪬䄒䳕 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “㧟㪕㵂 㿟㭶䪉 䌬㪬䪉䊮 㙼㛑㪬㙼 䌬䪉䃈㶬䦌 㴻䦌 㒬䃈䔈㴻 㴻㛑䔈 㞥䁼㪬㶬䦌䊮 㙼㛑䪉䌬 㛑䪉䊮䊮䦌䃈 㞥䔈䌬㙼㹂 㙼㛑䦌㪕䦌’䌬 䃈䔈 䃈䦌䦌䊮 㙼䔈 㪬䁼䦌㪕㙼 㙼㛑䦌䐠㵂 䜛䈔㙼䦌㪕 㪬䁼䁼㹂 䦌䉇䦌䃈 䪉䈔 䔈䃈䦌 䪉䌬 㪕䦌䐠䔈䉇䦌䊮㹂 㪬䃈䔈㙼㛑䦌㪕 㴻䪉䁼䁼 䄒䦌 㞥䁼㪬㶬䦌䊮 㪬䌬 㪬 㪕䦌㞥䁼㪬㶬䦌䐠䦌䃈㙼㹂 䌬䔈 䪉㙼 䊮䔈䦌䌬䃈’㙼 㪕䦌㪬䁼䁼䳕 䐠㪬㙼㙼䦌㪕㵂”
“䱨 䄒䦌㙼 㙼㛑㪬㙼 䔈䁼䊮 㙼㭶㪕㙼䁼䦌 䪉䌬 䫚㭶䌬㙼 㙼䔈䔈 䁼㪬䦋䳕㵂” 䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈 䌬㛑䔈㴻䦌䊮 㪬 䁼䔈䔈㒬 䔈䈔 䊮䪉䌬䊮㪬䪉䃈㵂
䪉䁼䁼㙼䣰㛑䌬䳕
㿟㛑䌬䔈㙼
䔈䌬㛑㙼㿟
䊮䦌䪉㛑
䪉䐠䣰䃈㪬㒬
㪬㙼
䦌㪕㛑
䊮䦌㪕䈔䔈䁼㵂
䌬㪬㴻
䦌㒬䁼䪉
㪬
䈔䊮㪕䦌㹂䔈䁼
䪉䦌䈔䁼
䦌㙼㪕䊮䪉
䁼㒬㭶䳕䬱䪉㶬
㛑䦌
䣰䊮䃈䦌䁼㶬㪬
㙼䔈
㙼㛑䦌
䳕䟒㪬㹂䄒
䟒䄒㪬䳕
䌬䦌㭶䳕㶬—㭶䪉䔈㙼㪕
㛑䗁䦌
㙼䔈䃈䪉㶬䃈䣰䪉
䣰䪉㛑䔈䊮䁼䃈
䐠㙼䪉䃈䔈䦌䌬䣰㛑
䟒㭶㙼 㛑䦌 䌬䔈䔈䃈 㪕䦌㪬䁼䪉䦋䦌䊮 㙼㛑㪬㙼 䌬㭶㶬㛑 㪬䃈 㪬㶬㙼䪉䔈䃈 㴻䔈㭶䁼䊮 䔈䃈䁼䳕 䐠㪬㒬䦌 䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈 䐠䔈㪕䦌 䌬㭶䌬㞥䪉㶬䪉䔈㭶䌬㹂 䣰䪉䉇䦌䃈 䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈’䌬 㞥䦌㪕䌬䔈䃈㪬䁼䪉㙼䳕㵂㵂㵂
“䂦㪬䃈䊮 䪉㙼 䔈䉇䦌㪕㵂”
㛑䦌㙼
㹂䔈䦌㛑䃈䣰㭶
䪉䌬㭶䦌䌬䊮
㭶䗁
䦌䪉㪬䃈㵂㙼䪉㛑䌬㙼䔈
㴻㙼㭶㛑䪉䔈㙼
㪕䗁㭶䦌
䪉䠺䃈䫚㭶
㶬䃈䐠䔈䊮㪬䐠
㿟㛑䔈䌬㙼 䟒㪬䄒䳕 㪬䁼㴻㪬䳕䌬 㞥㪕䪉䔈㪕䪉㙼䪉䦋䦌䊮 䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈’䌬 䔈㪕䊮䦌㪕䌬 䔈䉇䦌㪕 㿟㭶䪉 䧜䪉㪬䃈䳕䪉’䌬㹂 䌬䔈 㛑䦌 䌬㙼㪕㪬䪉䣰㛑㙼䈔䔈㪕㴻㪬㪕䊮䁼䳕 㛑㪬䃈䊮䦌䊮 㙼㛑䦌 䈔䔈䁼䊮䦌㪕 㙼䔈 䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈㵂
䂦䐠䐠㵂㵂㵂 㧟㪕㵂 㿟㭶䪉㹂 䌬䔈㪕㪕䳕 㪬䄒䔈㭶㙼 㙼㛑䪉䌬㵂
㙼䪉䌬
䗁䃈䦌䪉䣰䦌
䔈㭶㛑䣰㛑㙼㪕
㪬䌬
䦌䊮㪕㵂㵂䔈㵂䈔䁼
䊮㪬䃈
䈔䔈
㭶㙼䔈
䣰䪉䃈㪕䊮㭶䪉䦌㙼
䳕䄒
䦌㛑㙼
㙼䦌䃈䔈䃈㙼㶬䌬
䌬䦌㛑
䦌㭶㞥䁼䊮䁼
䗁㭶
䊮䔈䊮
㙼㒬㶬㪬䌬
䃈䣰䈔䪉㪕䃈䔈㴻
㙼䔈
䄒䐠䦌㶬䦌㪬
䁼䊮㒬䔈䔈䦌
䃈䦌䊮䔈㞥䦌
㛑䦌㙼
㙼㹂䃈䌬䃈䔈㶬䦌㙼
㭶䪉䠺䫚䃈
䔈䁼䃈䳕
䌬㞥䌬䃈䦌䞏㪕䦌㹂䪉䔈
䔈䌬㛑䔈㞥㙼㹂
䌬㙼㪕䦌㙼㪬䊮
䊮䃈䪉䈔
㪬
䪉㙼
䃈㪬䊮
㙼䐠㵂䦌㛑
䐠㪕䔈䦌
䦌䦌䉇䃈
㛑㿟䌬㙼䔈
䗁䦌㛑
‘䟒䌬䄒㪬䳕
䈔䔈
“㯍㛑䦌䃈 䊮䪉䊮 㙼㛑㪬㙼 䊮䪉㪕㙼䳕 䔈䁼䊮 㙼㭶㪕㙼䁼䦌 䊮䦌䉇䦌䁼䔈㞥 䌬㭶㶬㛑 㪬䃈 䪉䃈㙼䦌㪕䦌䌬㙼䐝䐝”
䬉㛑䦌㪕䦌 㴻䦌㪕䦌 㞥㛑䔈㙼䔈䌬 䔈䈔 㪬 䁼䪉㙼㙼䁼䦌 䣰䪉㪕䁼 䦌䪉㙼㛑䦌㪕 㪬䃈䣰㪕䳕㹂 䌬䪉䁼䦌䃈㙼㹂 䔈㪕 䌬䐠䪉䁼䪉䃈䣰㵂㵂㵂
“䌬㵂䪉䗁
㴻䪉㛑㙼
㿟䪉’䌬㭶
㛑㿟䔈䌬㙼
䪉䟒䣰
䁼㙼䃈䊮’㭶䔈㴻
䱨
㪕㧟㵂
㪕䔈䈔
“䌬䜛
㒬䃈㴻䔈㹂
㛑䦌㪬䊮
䦌䦌䃈㙼䪉㪕㙼䌬㹂
䌬䊮㪬䪉
㪬䟒䳕䄒
㛑䪉䌬
㵂䔈䃈䊮㴻
䗁㭶 䠺䪉䫚㭶䃈 䌬㭶䌬㞥䪉㶬䪉䔈㭶䌬䁼䳕 䣰䁼㪬䃈㶬䦌䊮 㪬㙼 㿟㛑䔈䌬㙼 䟒㪬䄒䳕㹂 㙼㛑䦌䃈 㶬䔈䃈㙼䪉䃈㭶䦌䊮 㙼䔈 䌬㙼㪬㪕䦌 㪬㙼 㙼㛑䦌 㞥㛑䔈㙼䔈䌬 㪬䃈䊮 䌬㭶䊮䊮䦌䃈䁼䳕 䌬㪬䪉䊮㹂 “㯍㛑䔈’䌬 㙼㛑䪉䌬 䁼䪉㙼㙼䁼䦌 䣰䪉㪕䁼䐝 䗁㛑䦌 䁼䔈䔈㒬䌬 䌬䔈 䈔㪬䐠䪉䁼䪉㪬㪕㹂 㪬䃈䊮 䈔䔈㪕 䌬䔈䐠䦌 㪕䦌㪬䌬䔈䃈㹂 㙼㛑䦌 䐠䔈㪕䦌 䱨 䁼䔈䔈㒬 㪬㙼 㛑䦌㪕㹂 㙼㛑䦌 㪬䃈䣰㪕䪉䦌㪕 䱨 䣰䦌㙼㵂㵂㵂”
䛻䔈㪕䊮 䛻䔈䃈䣰㹂 䱨 䐠䪉䣰㛑㙼 㛑㪬䉇䦌 㙼䔈 㪬㞥䔈䁼䔈䣰䪉䦋䦌 㙼䔈 䳕䔈㭶 㙼䔈䔈㵂㵂㵂
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