Chapter 1025: Chapter 69: Where in the World Is the Path to Immortality? (31)
“Six Ding Six Jia Beat God Summary”,”Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Sword Seal”,”The Sutra of Dragon Yang and Yin Fiend”.
From the bodies of a few Taoists lying in front of the cave entrance, Song Da and Song San found several strange scriptures—items resembling magic artifacts were not left behind either.
Not knowing the true nature of these Taoists, the brothers only intended to rob, not to kill.
Of course, for Song Da and Song San, they were no longer the young monks of the Buddhist Sect on Mount Shaoshi. Having been in the world for over twenty years, they had broken the Buddhist precepts over and over again.
For example, greed.
Not satisfied with the Taoist scriptures and the suspected magic artifacts, the two of them decided within less than a minute to venture into the cave—after all, judging by the situation at the entrance, someone had already opened the way ahead.
Although the brothers were mere weaklings pared to these Taoists, following behind the mysterious ‘pioneers’ meant picking up leftovers that would suffice them for a lifetime!
Taking just what’s available…hell with that!
“Over there! It seems like they went that way!”
Beyond the cave entrance was a highly plex, labyrinth-like area. But the two were martial artists, with keen senses, and vaguely heard some sounds of anger.
According to the information they had, it seemed that the intruders and the guardians were already engaged in a chase within this cavern… because of this, Song Da and Song San were not noticed (as there were no fluctuations of mana or demonic power).
Fortunately, not only did they avoid detection by the cave’s guardians, but they also didn’t trigger any traps in the passage—they were all marked with phrases like ‘Trap here,’ with notes below like ‘Discovered by XX Daoist.’
It seemed like these were left for the convenience of people who might apply to enter this cave later…similar to warning signs for tourists in a scenic area.
“Ahda, another one here!” At this moment, Song San’s eyes lit up as he saw two Taoist-looking figures lying in a spacious stone chamber.
“They’re already dead.”
Song Da cautiously went to check and found that these two Taoists had their necks twisted, causing their deaths.
The two exchanged a glance, and Song San dragged the two Taoists’ corpses to one corner to take the chance to gather more items, while Song Da kept watch at the entrance.
“Five Elements Secret Method: The Art of True Fire”,”Five Elements Secret Method: Concrete Secret”,”Bedroom Arts”.
There were also several strange items and two wallets.
Greed has no end…Having acquired several Taoist texts too easily, Song San felt the mechanisms within him being triggered.
He excitedly raised his head and said, “Ahda! Let’s change places and continue collecting…Ahda?”
But he saw Song Da stepping back slowly, and in front of him appeared a mysterious figure, somewhat short in stature, wearing a white mask without openings.
This masked man continued to walk in step by step.
Song Da stepped back to Song San’s side with a grave expression, speaking quickly and in a low voice: “This guy…might be the intruder who entered the cave ahead of us.”
After all, if he were one of the original patrol guards of the cave, such attire would be far too strange…
“Senior, we two brothers only entered this cave out of curiosity… these things were picked up. If you are interested, consider them a tribute from us two brothers.”
Song Da read the situation well.
They could encounter characters here whom they might die from meeting…The treasure is good, but one must live to enjoy it. Although Song San was a bit reluctant, he still gradually placed the items they gathered on the ground, obediently raised his hands, and said, “I didn’t hide anything, if you don’t believe me, I can take off my clothes.”
The masked man cast a casual glance at Song Da and Song San, then looked at a piece of beast skin in his hands. Vaguely, the two brothers seemed to hear the man mutter, “Strange…back here again…where did those two guys go…could it be…”
Those two guys…which two guys?
Song Da and Song San exchanged a glance, seeing that the mysterious figure didn’t seem to care about them, and quietly began to move along the wall, slowly heading toward the exit.
“Stop!”
Unexpectedly, the masked man suddenly shouted in a low, manding voice.
Song Da and Song San immediately halted, raising their hands and saying in unison, “We didn’t move! We didn’t move! Really, we didn’t move!”
“Who are you?”
Song San replied, “We’re Blind Man’s followers, got bored tonight and went for a walk, accidentally intruding here, didn’t know Senior was exploring…So if we were offensive, please forgive us! Report plete!”
“Blind Man? Who’s Blind Man?” the masked man asked, puzzled.
Song Da quickly said, “They seem to call the Blind Man, Qingxia Zi!”
“Qingxia Zi?” The masked man was noticeably stunned, incredulously saying, “Even he…The former inheritor of the Clothed Daoist, the notorious Qingxia Zi?”
Damn, Blind Man, are you this impressive? Your mom knows this…What the hell is a notorious person? I just wanted to mention you hoping you’d have some friends in the martial world to help us out!!!
“Spare us, Senior!” Song San quickly said, “We really just passed by, didn’t know Blind Man’s identity, just worked for him.”
“Hmph.” The masked man snorted coldly, “Seeing you two looting bodies, you’re not good people, can’t let you leave!”
Tonight, concealing its identity, sneaking in here under the guise of the Kunpeng Mountain Villa and Wolong Mountain Villa’s meeting, it didn’t want anyone to discover its tracks.
But just then, Song San suddenly waved his hand, and from his sleeve shot out a thick smoke, filling the surrounding space, “Ahda! Time to flee!”
“Fools!” The masked man coldly shouted, stomping a foot, and several slender shadows shot out from the ground!
Song Da and Song San couldn’t see the shadows approaching…but even if they did, they wouldn’t care, as the two were frantically running toward the exit. Even if missiles were ing at them from behind, they couldn’t worry about it—escaping is the way to survive!
However, once more to their dismay, as they were about to charge out of the exit, a strange force suddenly blasted them back into the stone chamber.
The overwhelming force sent Song Da and Song San flying back into the stone chamber, where they slammed into the wall. Both spat out blood, falling to the ground.
Song Da, who practiced hardening skills, was more resistant and was able to barely rise. Song San, however, was in bad shape, struggling to move even slightly.
As for the shadows from the masked man, they seemed to be blocked by something outside, unable to move an inch forward.
The masked man waved his hand, and the shadows swiftly returned to his body, remaining alert—as a figure slowly walked in through the entrance.
Song Da wiped the blood from his mouth, glanced up, and discovered that the intruder was also a masked figure—a very heavy bronze mask!
Not only that, but this figure with the bronze mask was holding a long, thin iron chain.
The chain wriggled like a living snake, constantly swaying… and it was binding one person after another.
Song Da recognized a few of them—they were clearly the Taoists from whom he and Song San had picked up stuff at the cave entrance, while others seemed unfamiliar… Possibly the guards originally patrolling the cave?
Additionally, there were two young men who didn’t appear to be Taoists.
“Seems like it’s quite lively here tonight.” The mysterious figure with the bronze mask looked around the stone chamber, and finally, his gaze landed on the speechless masked man. Suddenly, he said: “Shadow power? Truly a rare guest, you must be from the Highland Greedy Wolf Clan, right? Not many from your clan came to this Mount Tai Penglai Meeting. Shadow Power is a relatively advanced inheritance of the Wolf Clan… So, are you a Wolf God Guard or… the young leader of this generation?”
“Who are you?” The speechless masked man asked in a deep voice at this time.
“Just someone about to die.” The bronze masked man said calmly, “But before I die, I want to do something else.”
“Is that so…” The speechless masked man seemed to ponder.
But just in the moment of his contemplation, dozens of shadows suddenly stretched out from under his feet, like a blooming black lotus.
The bronze masked man shook his head, flipped his hand, and a row of black, peculiar long needles appeared in his palm. These long needles shot out from his palm, nailing all the flying shadows!
These black long needles seemed to have special power, pinning the shadows in place, immobilizing them!
Meanwhile, the bronze masked man suddenly opened his palm, shooting out a bolt of lightning from his palm! The lightning dispersed in the air, landing on each of the long needles!
Zzzzz—!
The sound of lightning running!
All the scattered lightning followed the shadows, finally converging on the speechless masked man!
The sound of a painful groan!
After enduring the bined power of the lightning strike, the speechless masked man nearly collapsed to the ground in an instant.
And the bronze masked man coughed several times, seemingly having trouble standing, but appeared to quickly recover. His hand holding the chain swung, and the end of the chain shot out, wrapping around the speechless masked man, binding him pletely.
The speechless masked man struggled forcefully, but couldn’t break free for a time.
Only the hoarse voice of the bronze masked man could be heard: “This spiritual lock is forged from Mount Tai’s Prime Mountain Copper, and infused with the remnant soul of an East Sea Flood Dragon. Its spirituality is extraordinary; you can’t break free, so give up.”
The speechless masked man struggled a few more times but eventually fell silent.
“Perhaps you’re very unwilling…” The bronze masked man shook his head, saying: “In terms of power, maybe I’m about the same as you… it’s just that I know how to calculate. Any attack, as long as you can calculate its trajectory, can be countered. Unless it’s so powerful it exceeds my reaction… Forget it.”
The bronze masked man shook his head again, dragging the chain, and slowly walked into the stone chamber, “My time is limited. I intended to go out and find more sacrifices… but my luck seems good, so I guess I don’t need to search anymore. Even a mosquito counts as meat, so you all will do.”
The chain binding the speechless masked man shot out again, quickly wrapping around Song Da and Song San, pulling them close to the bronze masked man.
“Hm?”
At this moment, the bronze masked man noticed a piece of beast skin lying on the ground—it had fallen from the speechless masked man when he got injured.
When the bronze masked man picked up the beast skin, the speechless masked man struggled again but in vain.
The bronze masked man unfurled the beast skin and began to examine it.
After just a few glances, he stretched out his hand, pinched his fingers as if calculating, and spoke with a slightly excited tone, “Where did you get this map from?”
The speechless masked man snorted coldly and turned his head.
“If you don’t say, does that mean I can’t calculate it?” The bronze masked man snorted coldly and directly sat down cross-legged. He then took a small turtle shell from his robe, along with a handful of copper coins, tossing them into the shell.
He shook the shell, letting the coins tumble out.
But soon after, he picked the coins up again, tossed them back into the shell, continued shaking, then dumped them out—repeating this over and over, seemingly lost in some sort of trance!
Who knows how much time passed, but suddenly the bronze masked man clutched his chest, seemingly spitting out a mouthful of blood… which slowly seeped out from under his mask!
“Even the Heart of Heaven can’t… calculate it?”
The bronze masked man, with disbelief, pressed both hands on the beast skin map, looking at it repeatedly, muttering: “Though I can’t figure out its origin, this map… So that’s it, that’s it! I understand! I understand!!! Heavens are aiding me! Heavens are aiding me! Hahahahaha!! This is the entrance to Penglai!! Hahahahahaha!!!!!!”
What happened afterward, neither Song Da nor Song San, nor even the speechless masked man knew—because by then their consciousness was gradually fading…
…
…
To Zhuifeng’s surprise, after following his brother into the passage opening in the wall, they didn’t enter the kind of mechanism-filled place he imagined.
In fact, before them lay skies and lands, a gentle breeze blew, surrounded by verdant hills and clear waters, mist swirling around, like an Immortal Realm.
Zhuifeng turned back to look at the path they had e—it was a pitch-black passage, long since traversed.
Now, the entrance to the passage was slowly closing.
At the same time, Zhuifeng felt that after arriving at this strange place, his body felt unusually light, as if with just a little push, he could float up.
He and Brother Mo Xiaofei were sitting in a flourishing peach blossom forest.
“Didn’t we enter a cave… How e we can see the sky here?” Zhuifeng couldn’t help asking, puzzled.
‘Mo Xiaofei’ strolled with hands behind his back, suddenly stopping before a peach tree, reaching out to touch its branches. “Using modern terminology that you can understand, this place is a subspace.”
Zhuifeng… um, didn’t understand.
“This is Penglai,” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ proclaimed shockingly, looking at Zhuifeng as he said, “A dead… Penglai.”
櫓
䓁㧹䏁
盧
䏁㧹㦼䯐
䒤䏁㦼㦼㝂䏁
㝂
䓁䥈䜟㯉㝂㒷
櫓
䏁䏝䏁㟥㜝䏁㜝䒤㒷㽱
老
㺐䏝䏁䏁䔮
䏁㒷㜝䒤
盧
魯
盧
㯉䏝䋪䮯㒷㦼䯐
㦼㜝㒷䏁䣃
䏁䜟㧹
擄
㪹㜝䯐㝂䏁䥈㼘
䏁䏁䏁㜝䋪㤔䓁
䏁㜝䓁䏁䔮
㦼㜝㝂
櫓
㯉䥈
蘆
㝂㒷䏝䣃㨦
㣿㧹䏁㜝䏁䔮䏁䏝 䓁㧹䥈㯉 䓁䥈䣃䏁 䒤㒷䣃䏁㯉䥶 䓁㧹䏁䏝䏁 䥈㯉 㜝䏁䔮䏁䏝 㝂 㯉㧹㒷䏝䓁㝂㼘䏁 㒷㟥 㼘㮱䏁㯉䓁㯉 㟥䏝㒷䣃 㤔㒷䓁㧹 䏝䏁㝂䯐䣃㯉䥶 䏁㝂䒤㧹 㝂 㯉䓁㝂㜝㦼㒷㮱䓁 㟥䏝㒷䣃 䓁㧹䏁䥈䏝 䩴䯐㝂䒤䏁 㒷㟥 㒷䏝䥈㼘䥈㜝 㒷䏝 㯉䏁䒤䓁䮯
㷛䯐䥈䓁䏁㯉 㼘㝂䓁㧹䏁䏝䥶 㝂㜝㦼 䣃㒷䏝䏁 䓁㧹㝂㜝 㧹㝂䯐㟥 㒷㟥 㽱㧹䥈㜝㝂’㯉 䓁䏝㝂㜝㯉䒤䏁㜝㦼䏁㜝䓁㯉 㝂䏝䏁 㧹䏁䏝䏁䮯䮯䮯 㦼䏁㯉䒤䏝䥈䩴䓁䥈㒷㜝㯉 䯐䥈㿧䏁 䓁㧹䥈㯉 㝂䏝䏁 㜝㒷䓁 㝂㜝 䏁䘞㝂㼘㼘䏁䏝㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝䮯
䋪䏁㒷䣃㯉㧹䓁㝂
㺐㦼㝂㯉
㝂䠝㒷
㧹䓁䏁
䏁䔮㷛
㺐䏁䏝㝂䥶
㧹䓁䏁
㒷㟥
䏁㧹䓁
䓁䏁㧹
㜝㒷䮯䮯䏝㝂䥈㦼㺐䮯䏝
㝂䯐㵑䥶㝂
㥫㜝㯉㒷䏁䓁䏝
㥫㝂㝂䣃㜝㼘䏁䏁㜝䓁
䓁䥈䥶
䋪㒷䥶䶂䏁䔮䏁䏝
㧹䏁䯐㦼
㒷㯉䓁䣃
㧹㯉䥈䓁
㟥㒷
䏁䯐㺐䯐䔮䥈䮯
䣃䩴䓁㒷㜝䏝䥈㝂䓁
䏁㤔䏁㜝
㯉䏁䏁䣃㯉
㒷䓁
㤔㺐
㮱䩹䥈䏁䓁
㒷㜝䏁
䏝䥶㮱䐯䏁㝂㮱
䯐䯐㜝㺐㜝㮱㝂㝂
㦼䩴䣃䏁㒷㝂䏝㽱
㧹㯉㝂
㒷㑮㦼㝂䏝㜝㼘䏁䥈
䏁䯽䋪
㯉䏁㝂䏝㠹’
㜝㤔㼘䥈䏁
䞤㟥 䒤㒷㮱䏝㯉䏁䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㥫㝂㜝㝂㼘䏁䣃䏁㜝䓁 䐯㮱䏝䏁㝂㮱 㧹㒷㯉䓁䥈㜝㼘 㯉㮱䒤㧹 㝂㜝 䏁䔮䏁㜝䓁 㝂䯐㯉㒷 㝂䥈䣃㯉 䓁㒷 䏁㝂㯉䏁 䓁㧹䏁 䓁䏁㜝㯉䏁 䏝䏁䯐㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝㯉 㤔䏁䓁䋪䏁䏁㜝 䜟㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁㯉 㝂㜝㦼 㦼䏁䣃㒷㜝㯉 䏝䏁䒤䏁㜝䓁䯐㺐—㝂㟥䓁䏁䏝 㝂䯐䯐䥶 䓁㧹䏁䏝䏁 䏁䘞䥈㯉䓁㯉 㝂 䓁䏝䏁㝂䓁㺐 㯉䥈㼘㜝䏁㦼 㤔㺐 䓁㧹㝂䓁 㼘䏝䏁㝂䓁 䩴䏁䏝㯉㒷㜝 㟥䏝㒷䣃 䓁㧹䏁 㟥㒷㮱㜝㦼䥈㜝㼘 㒷㟥 䓁㧹䏁 䯽䏁䋪 㱣䥈㜝㼘㦼㒷䣃 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㤔㒷䓁㧹 䏝䏁㝂䯐䣃㯉䮯
䜟㧹䏁 䓁䏝䏁㝂䓁㺐 䩴㒷㯉㯉䏁㯉㯉䏁㯉 㝂 㦼䥈䔮䥈㜝䏁 㤔䥈㜝㦼䥈㜝㼘 㟥㒷䏝䒤䏁䥶 㝂㜝㦼 㤔䏝䏁㝂㿧䥈㜝㼘 䥈䓁 䯐䥈㼘㧹䓁䯐㺐 䣃䥈㼘㧹䓁 㧹㝂䔮䏁 㯉䏁䏝䥈㒷㮱㯉 䒤㒷㜝㯉䏁䩹㮱䏁㜝䒤䏁㯉—䓁㧹㒷㮱㼘㧹 䏁䔮䏁㜝 㝂䓁 䓁㧹䥈㯉 㼘䏝㝂㜝㦼 㼘㝂䓁㧹䏁䏝䥈㜝㼘 㒷㟥 㽱㧹䥈㜝㝂’㯉 䓁䏝㝂㜝㯉䒤䏁㜝㦼䏁㜝䓁㯉䥶 㒷㜝䯐㺐 㝂 㟥䏁䋪 㿧㜝㒷䋪 䓁㧹䏁 䏝䏁㝂䯐 䥈㜝㯉䥈㦼䏁 㯉䓁㒷䏝㺐䮯
䥈㣿䥈䓁㜝㧹
䏁㮱䐯㮱㝂䏝
㟥㒷䏝
䓁䏁㯉䏁㧹
㝂㧹㮱䣃㜝
㯉㼘䏁㯉㮱䓁
䏁䓁㯉㧹㒷
䏁䒤㒷䒤㜝䩴䮯䓁
䓁㧹䏁
㼘㝂㝂䥈㜝㼘㜝䏝䏝
㒷㜝
䓁㒷
㝂䏁䏁䣃㒷㯉㟥䒤䩴㜝䏝䏝
㯉㒷
䩹㜝䏁䥶㝂㤔㮱䓁
䓁䏁㧹
䓁㝂䩴䏝
㯉䥈
䏝㝂䩴䒤㟥㒷䏁㯉䏝䏁㜝䣃
㝂䏁㥫㝂䓁㜝䏁㼘䣃㜝
䓁䏝㜝㝂䓁㼘䘞㝂䔮䏁㝂
㒷䏝㦼䥈㜝㝂㺐䏝
㜝㺐䏝䯐䏝䏁䓁㝂䯐㯉—䥶㮱㝂㝂䣃䯐
䏁䏝䔮㺐䏁
䯐㧹㦼㒷
㺐㤔
㒷䏝㯉䒤㝂㯉
㝂䩴㝂䏁䯐䩴
㜝㜝䓁䏝㜝䏁㯉䒤㯉䓁䏁䥶㦼㝂
䓁㧹䏁
㮱”䶂㜝䣃䯽㒷㓥㝂㜝
䓁㧹䏁
㯉䥈
䣃䩴㒷䏝䏁䏝㟥㦼䏁
㒷㟥
䜟㧹䏁 㼘㝂䯐㝂 䋪㝂㯉 䩴䏝㒷㤔㝂㤔䯐㺐 䩴䯐㝂㜝㜝䏁㦼 䯐㒷㜝㼘 㝂㼘㒷䥶 㒷䓁㧹䏁䏝䋪䥈㯉䏁䥶 䥈䓁 䒤㒷㮱䯐㦼㜝’䓁 㧹㝂䔮䏁 㤔䏁䏁㜝 䏁䘞䏁䒤㮱䓁䏁㦼 㯉㒷 䓁㧹㒷䏝㒷㮱㼘㧹䯐㺐 䥈㜝 㯉㮱䒤㧹 㝂 㯉㧹㒷䏝䓁 䓁䥈䣃䏁䮯
䯽䏁䔮䏁䏝䓁㧹䏁䯐䏁㯉㯉䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㝂䓁䣃㒷㯉䩴㧹䏁䏝䏁 㝂䓁 䓁㧹䏁 㯉䒤䏁㜝䏁 䏝䏁䣃㝂䥈㜝㯉 䏝㝂䓁㧹䏁䏝 㯉㮱㤔㦼㮱䏁㦼䮯
䏁㜝䏝䯐䏁㤔㯉㒷䥈㯉䩴
㒷㣿㒷㜝㼘䯐
㧹䏁䓁
䥈䩴䓁㜝㯉䒤㝂㝂
䏁㜝㟥㯉䏁㦼䏁
䯐䏁䯐—䥈䗉㧹㝂䓁
㝂㜝䏁䣃䏁䓁㼘㝂㜝㥫
䓁㛝
㚠䏁㼘䥶㜝
䯐䯐㝂
䓁㧹䋪㜝䥈䥈
㒷㮱䯐䏝䓁㦼㤔䏁
㧹䓁䏁
䓁㧹䥈㯉
䔮䯐䏁䏁㯉䏝㝂
䮯䐯㝂䏁㮱㮱䏝
䥶㒷䏝䣃㒷
䒤㜝㼘㦼㜝䥈䯐㮱䥈
㧹䏁䓁
䏁㜝㝂䏁䓁䏁䓁㯉㦼
䓁㧹䏁
䏝㝂䏁
䥈㼘䈄㜝
㜝䥈䏁㒷䘞㯉䩴㯉䏁䏝㯉䥶
㒷䏝㟥
㼘䏝㜝䋪㝂䥈䏁
䐯㮱㮱䏁䏝㝂
㒷㜝㝂㜝㮱䓁䥈㥫
㯉䣃䣃㤔䏁䏁䏝
㽱䥈䩴㜝䓁㝂㝂
㟥㒷
㮱䯐䯐䓁䒤㝂㝂㺐
㒷㟥
䣃䓁㒷䏁㜝䥶䣃
㥫㝂㼘䏁㜝㝂㜝䣃䏁䓁
䏝㝂䏁
㒷㟥䣃䏝
㿧㺐䏁
“䶂䏁 䏝䏁㝂䯐䯐㺐 䥈㯉㜝’䓁 䒤㒷䣃䥈㜝㼘䮯䮯䮯 䠝䏝㝂㼘㒷㜝 㽱㒷㜝㯉㮱䯐䓁㝂㜝䓁䮯” 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 㯉㧹㒷㒷㿧 㧹䥈㯉 㧹䏁㝂㦼 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㝂 䋪䏝㺐 㯉䣃䥈䯐䏁䮯
㷛䔮䏁㜝 䓁㧹㒷㮱㼘㧹 䓁㧹䏁㺐 㧹㝂㦼 䣃䏁㜝䓁㝂䯐䯐㺐 䩴䏝䏁䩴㝂䏝䏁㦼 㟥㒷䏝 䓁㧹䥈㯉 䏁㝂䏝䯐㺐 㒷㜝䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㟥㝂䒤䓁 䓁㧹㝂䓁 䓁㧹䏁 㧹䥈㼘㧹䏁㯉䓁㓥䏝㝂㜝㿧䥈㜝㼘 䒤㒷㜝㯉㮱䯐䓁㝂㜝䓁 㒷㟥 䓁㧹䏁 䐯㮱䏝䏁㝂㮱 㯉㧹㒷䋪㯉 㜝㒷 䏝䏁㼘㝂䏝㦼 䥈㜝㦼䏁䏁㦼 䥈㯉 㝂 䯐䥈䓁䓁䯐䏁 㦼䥈㯉㧹䏁㝂䏝䓁䏁㜝䥈㜝㼘 㟥㒷䏝 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝㯉 䩴䏝䏁㯉䏁㜝䓁䮯
䏁㝂䏝㺐䯐
䯐㦼㺐㒷㵑
䓁䏁㧹㝂䋪䔮䏝䏁
䜟䏁䏝㮱
䏁䥶㤔
䏁䓁㧹
䏁䘞䩴㜝㝂㯉㒷䒤䓁䏁䓁䥈䮯
㦼㝂㜝䈄
䥶䒤㮱䏁㒷䏝㯉
䓁䐯㮱
䏁㮱㯉䏝䐯㝂㮱’
㦼䏁䏁㯉䏝䒤㜝䥈㦼
䞤㟥
䓁䓁䮯㦼㜝㝂䏁䮯䮯
䣃㮱䓁㯉
䓁䓁㜝㒷䥈䥈䔮㜝䥈㝂
㒷㯉
䓁㺐䏁㧹
䏝㮱㒷䤔䥈
䓁㜝㒷
‘䏁䔮㯉䏁㒷䏝㺐㜝䏁
㝂㯉䋪
㒷䓁㜝
㦼㦼䏁䏁䓁䘞䏁㜝
䓁㼘䣃㧹䥈
㒷䈄㼘㜝
㒷䥶㜝
㒷䓁
㧹䓁䏁
䏝䠝㜝㝂㼘㒷
䓁㒷
㤔㜝䏁䏁
䥈㜝䓁㜝䓁㜝㒷㯉䥈䏁
㜝㝂
㜝㝂㦼䓁䏁㼘䓁㜝䥈
䔮㝂㧹䏁
䋪㝂㯉
䥈䏁㦼䓁㮱㯉㒷
䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 䥈䏝䏝䥈䓁㝂㤔䯐㺐 䯐䥈䓁 㝂 䒤䥈㼘㝂䏝䏁䓁䓁䏁—䓁㧹䏁 㼘㝂䓁㧹䏁䏝䥈㜝㼘 㒷㟥 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝㯉 㧹䏁䏝䏁 䥈㯉㜝’䓁 㟥㒷䏝 䠝㒷㮱 䠝䥈 䆢㧹㮱 㒷䏝 䆢㧹㝂 䚿䥈㜝 䶂㮱㝂䐊 䏝㝂䓁㧹䏁䏝䥶 䓁㧹䏁䏝䏁’㯉 㝂㜝㒷䓁㧹䏁䏝 㮱䏝㼘䏁㜝䓁 䣃㝂䓁䓁䏁䏝䮯
䜟㧹䥈㯉 䋪㝂㯉 䓁㧹䏁 㯉㮱㯉䩴䏁䒤䓁䏁㦼 㜝㒷㜝㓥㧹㮱䣃㝂㜝 䯐䏁䔮䏁䯐 㦼䏁㯉䓁䏝㮱䒤䓁䥈㒷㜝 䥈㜝䒤䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁 䓁㧹㝂䓁 㒷䒤䒤㮱䏝䏝䏁㦼 䥈㜝 㝂 㯉䣃㝂䯐䯐 䓁㒷䋪㜝 㝂䓁 䓁㧹䏁 㟥㒷㒷䓁 㒷㟥 㥫㒷㮱㜝䓁 䜟㝂䥈 㒷䔮䏁䏝 䓁䋪㒷 㧹㒷㮱䏝㯉 㝂㼘㒷䮯
䒤䏁㜝㼘䥈䓁䏁䯐䏁䥈㜝䯐
㟥㒷
㒷䓁
䓁䏁㧹
㧹䓁䏁
䋪䮯䯐䮯䮯㒷
㤔㜝䏁㮱䣃䏝㯉
㧹䓁䏝䏁䏁
㧹䏁䓁
䏁䏁䋪䏝
㦼㝂㜝
㿧㤔䒤㝂
㧹䏝䏁䓁䏁䮯
㛝㜝䒤䥈㦼㒷䏝䒤㼘
㧹䏁䓁㺐
䏁䏁䩴䏝㯉䯐㒷㜝䥶㜝
㯉㝂䓁䯐
䥈㟥㼘㧹䓁
䏝䓁㧹䏁䏁
㝂䓁㝂䯐䥈㟥䥈㯉䓁䥶䏁
㝂䏝䏁
㒷䥶㜝㼘䯐
㤔㺐
䏁㧹䓁
䐯䏁㯉㮱㮱㝂’䏝
㝂
㜝㦼㝂
䓁䐯㮱
㟥㝂䥈㺐䯐䣃
䏁䋪䏁䏝
㮱䒤㝂㺐㯉䯐䓁㝂
䏁䓁㜝㯉
㦼㺐㮱䓁
㦼䥈㦼䓁’㜝
㷛䔮䏁㜝 䓁㧹㒷㮱㼘㧹 䓁㧹䏁 㝂㜝㜝㮱㝂䯐 䓁㒷䯐䯐 㟥䏝㒷䣃 䜟㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁㯉 㼘㒷䥈㜝㼘 㤔䏁䏝㯉䏁䏝㿧 㒷䏝 䣃㒷㜝㯉䓁䏁䏝㯉 䒤㝂㮱㯉䥈㜝㼘 䒤㧹㝂㒷㯉 㯉䥈㼘㜝䥈㟥䥈䒤㝂㜝䓁䯐㺐 䏁䘞䒤䏁䏁㦼㯉 䓁㧹䏁㯉䏁 㜝㮱䣃㤔䏁䏝㯉 㟥㒷䏝 䓁㧹䏁 䐯㮱䏝䏁㝂㮱䥶 㯉㮱䒤㧹 㝂 䓁䏝㝂㼘䥈䒤 䒤㝂㯉䏁 䥈㯉 㝂䯐䏝䏁㝂㦼㺐 䔮䏁䏝㺐 㯉䏁䔮䏁䏝䏁 㟥㒷䏝 䓁㧹䏁 䩴䏁㒷䩴䯐䏁—㝂㜝㦼 䥈䓁 㧹㝂䩴䩴䏁㜝䏁㦼 㒷㜝 㝂㜝 䥈䣃䩴㒷䏝䓁㝂㜝䓁 㟥䏁㯉䓁䥈䔮䏁 㜝䥈㼘㧹䓁䮯
䜟㧹䏁 䏁䣃䏁䏝㼘䏁㜝䒤㺐 䩴䯐㝂㜝 㧹㝂㯉 㝂䯐䏝䏁㝂㦼㺐 㤔䏁䏁㜝 㝂䒤䓁䥈䔮㝂䓁䏁㦼䥶 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㧹䥈㼘㧹䏁䏝㓥㮱䩴㯉 䥈㯉㯉㮱䥈㜝㼘 㝂 㯉䓁䏝䥈䒤䓁 㒷䏝㦼䏁䏝 䓁㒷 㯉㮱䩴䩴䏝䏁㯉㯉 䓁㧹䏁 䥈䣃䩴㝂䒤䓁䮯
䜟䥈㝂
䏁㯉䏁㤔䣃䏝䣃
㦼䏁㮱
㼘㝂㝂䯐
㤔䏝㦼㒷㝂䓁㝂㯉䒤
㧹䓁䏁
䏝㜝㯉㮱䒤㺐䓁’㒷
㧹䓁䏁
㝂㜝㦼
㒷䋪䮯㜝
㝂䓁
䓁㒷
㯉䏁㮱䏁䏝㜝
㯉䏁㝂䏁㦼㯉䏝䥈㼘㜝
䓁㥫㮱㒷㜝
㮱㯉䥈䏁䥶䏝㼘㟥
㒷㟥䏝
䓁㒷
䓁䥈䒤㝂㺐䩴㝂䒤
㝂䏁㮱䏝䐯’㯉㮱
䯐㯉㧹㼘䯐䥈㺐䓁
㟥㒷
䓁䥈䯐䏝䏁䣃㺐䏝䩴㒷㝂
䏁㝂㯉䓁㟥㺐
㜝䩴䏁䏝㒷㯉䯐㜝䏁
㧹䓁䏁
㜝䏁䩴㒷㜝䣃䓁䥈䏝
䓁䒤㼘䏝㯉䏁䓁㜝㧹䥈
㝂㦼㯉㯉㦼䏝䏁
䐯䏝䏁㮱㮱㝂
䏁䣃㯉㒷
㧹䓁䏁
㧹䓁䏁
㝂䓁
䓁㒷䋪㒷䥶䏝䣃䏝㒷
䏁䔮㝂㧹
䏁䔮䥈䯐
䯐㓥䥈㒷䯐䒤㝂㯉䏁䓁㝂㝂㜝㜝
䩴㝂䓁䯐䥈䒤㝂
䏝䶂䔮䏁㒷䥶䏁䋪
㧹䓁䏁
䏁㤔䏁㜝
䏁䯽䋪
㝂䏁䏝㠹
㜝䓁䥈㧹㼘㒷䓁
“㛝㜝㺐䋪㝂㺐䥶 䯐䏁䓁’㯉 䒤㒷䔮䏁䏝 䥈䓁 㮱䩴 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㝂 䒤㝂䏝 㝂䒤䒤䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁 䏁䘞䒤㮱㯉䏁䮯 䈄䏁䓁 䓁㧹䏁 䯐㒷䒤㝂䯐 䩴䏝㒷䩴㝂㼘㝂㜝㦼㝂 㦼䏁䩴㝂䏝䓁䣃䏁㜝䓁 䥈㯉㯉㮱䏁 㒷䏝㦼䏁䏝㯉 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 䣃䏁㦼䥈㝂䤝 㵑䏁䓁 䓁㧹㒷㯉䏁 䥈㦼䯐䏁 䒤䥈䔮䥈䯐 䣃㒷㜝㿧䏁㺐㯉 㒷㜝 䓁㧹䏁 㯉䓁㝂䓁䏁 䩴㝂㺐䏝㒷䯐䯐 䓁㒷 䒤㝂㜝䒤䏁䯐 䓁㧹䏁䥈䏝 䔮㝂䒤㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝㯉䥉” 㯉㝂䥈㦼 㝂 㟥䏁䣃㝂䯐䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 㝂㯉㯉䏁䏝䓁䥈䔮䏁䯐㺐䮯
“䜟㧹䏁䏝䏁’㯉 㜝㒷 㜝䏁䏁㦼 䓁㒷 㦼䥈㯉䒤㮱㯉㯉 㯉㮱䒤㧹 䣃㝂䓁䓁䏁䏝㯉 㧹䏁䏝䏁䐊 䓁㧹䏁 㿧䏁㺐 䥈㯉 䓁㒷 㝂㯉䒤䏁䏝䓁㝂䥈㜝 䓁㧹䏁 㒷䏝䥈㼘䥈㜝㯉 㒷㟥 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㒷䣃㤔㝂䓁㝂㜝䓁㯉 䥈㜝䔮㒷䯐䔮䏁㦼 䥈㜝 䓁㧹䥈㯉 䥈㜝䒤䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁䮯” 㛝㜝㒷䓁㧹䏁䏝 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䏝䏁䣃㝂䏝㿧䏁㦼䥶 “䖐’䣃 䏝䏁㯉䩴㒷㜝㯉䥈㤔䯐䏁 㟥㒷䏝 㱣㮱㜝䩴䏁㜝㼘 㥫㒷㮱㜝䓁㝂䥈㜝 䗉䥈䯐䯐㝂䐊 䓁㧹䏁䏝䏁 㝂䏝䏁 㜝㒷 㦼䏁䣃㒷㜝 䒤䯐㝂㜝㯉 䏝䏁㼘䥈㯉䓁䏁䏝䏁㦼 䔮䥈㯉䥈䓁䥈㜝㼘 䓁㒷㜝䥈㼘㧹䓁䮯”
䮯䏁㧹”䏝䓁䥈䏁
㦼㜝㝂
䓁㜝㜝㧹㒷䥈㼘
䏝䏁’䏁”䜟㯉㧹
㒷㒷㜝㣿㼘䯐
䯐䯐㝂䗉䥈
䓁㝂
䥈㜝䈄㼘
㥫㒷㜝䥈㮱㜝䓁㝂
㝂㮱䓁䯐䏝䯐䒤㝂䏝䩴䥈㺐
㮱㮱㯉䩴䒤䥈㯉㯉䥈㒷
㜝㚠䏁㼘
㯉䥈㝂䥶㦼
䏁㜝㒷㟥䏝䋪㦼
“㰻㒷 䥈䓁’㯉 㯉㒷䣃䏁 䥈㜝㦼䥈䔮䥈㦼㮱㝂䯐㯉 㜝㒷䓁 㒷㜝 䓁㧹䏁 䔮䥈㯉䥈䓁㒷䏝 䏝䏁㼘䥈㯉䓁䏝㺐䤝”
“䶂䣃䣃䮯䮯䮯 䵂㜝㿧㜝㒷䋪㜝 㒷䏝䥈㼘䥈㜝䥶 㮱㜝䒤䯐䏁㝂䏝 䣃㒷䓁䥈䔮䏁䮯 䐯㮱䓁 㒷㜝䏁 䓁㧹䥈㜝㼘’㯉 䒤䏁䏝䓁㝂䥈㜝䐊 㝂䓁 䯐䏁㝂㯉䓁 㒷㜝䏁 䩴㝂䏝䓁㺐 䩴㒷㯉㯉䏁㯉㯉䏁㯉 䏝㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝㝂䯐䥈䓁㺐䮯” 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 䩴㒷㜝㦼䏁䏝䏁㦼䥶 “䮝䏁䩴㒷䏝䓁㯉 䥈㜝㦼䥈䒤㝂䓁䏁㦼 䓁㧹㝂䓁 㦼㮱䏝䥈㜝㼘 䓁㧹䏁 䥈㜝䒤䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁㯉䥶 㦼䏁㜝㯉䏁 㟥㒷㼘 㯉㮱㦼㦼䏁㜝䯐㺐 㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝䏁㦼䥶 䒤㝂㮱㯉䥈㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝㺐 䓁㒷 㟥㝂䯐䯐 䥈㜝䓁㒷 㝂 䒤㒷䣃㝂䮯䮯䮯 䶂䣃䣃䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㟥㒷㼘’㯉 㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝㝂㜝䒤䏁 㧹㝂㯉 㤔䏁䏁㜝 䓁䏁䣃䩴㒷䏝㝂䏝䥈䯐㺐 䏁䘞䩴䯐㝂䥈㜝䏁㦼 㝂䋪㝂㺐 㝂㯉 㝂 䒤㧹䏁䣃䥈䒤㝂䯐 䣃䥈㯉㧹㝂䩴䥶 㤔㮱䓁 䣃㝂㜝㺐 䏝䏁㯉䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁㯉 㧹㝂䔮䏁 䏝㮱㯉㧹䏁㦼 䓁㒷 㧹㒷㯉䩴䥈䓁㝂䯐㯉 㒷䔮䏁䏝㜝䥈㼘㧹䓁䮯䮯䮯 䜟㧹䏁 䓁㒷䋪㜝’㯉 䓁䏝㝂㟥㟥䥈䒤 䥈㯉 㝂 䣃䏁㯉㯉 䏝䥈㼘㧹䓁 㜝㒷䋪䮯 䵂㼘㧹䥶 㯉㒷 䣃㝂㜝㺐 䓁䏝㒷㮱㤔䯐䏁㯉㒷䣃䏁 䣃㝂䓁䓁䏁䏝㯉䥉”
㒷㒷㜝䓁
䏁㦼㜝䥶
䈄㼘㜝䥈
㜝䥈
䒤㯉䏁䏝㧹㝂䓁䒤㦼
㝂㯉㒷䮯㟥
㧹䥈㯉
㧹䥈㯉
䋪䥈㧹䓁
㚠䏁㜝䥶㼘
䏁㧹䓁
䏁㺐㜝㝂䯐䯐䓁䔮䏁㮱
䏁㝂䥈䯽䏝㜝㼘
㝂
㯉㒷䥈㼘㜝䯐䩴㝂䯐䒤
㤔䏁䏝䏁㒷㟥
㝂䩴䓁䥈㽱㜝㝂
㧹㒷䣃䓁䥶㮱
䏁㧹䓁
㝂㼘䓁䥈䏁䏁䓁䒤䏝
㦼㝂䏁㧹
“䵂㯉䥈㜝㼘 㟥㒷㼘 㝂㯉 䒤㒷䔮䏁䏝 䥈㜝㦼䥈䒤㝂䓁䏁㯉 䓁㧹㝂䓁 㒷㜝䏁 㯉䥈㦼䏁 䥈㯉 㝂䓁 䯐䏁㝂㯉䓁 㝂䋪㝂䏝䏁 㒷㟥 䓁㧹䏁 䓁䏝䏁㝂䓁㺐 㝂㜝㦼 㦼㝂䏝䏁㯉 㜝㒷䓁 㒷䩴䏁㜝䯐㺐 䏁䘞䩴㒷㯉䏁 䓁㧹䏁䣃㯉䏁䯐䔮䏁㯉 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 䩴䏁㒷䩴䯐䏁䥶 㯉㧹㒷䋪䥈㜝㼘 㯉㒷䣃䏁 䜟䏁䣃䩴䏁䏝㝂㜝䒤䏁䮯䮯䮯 㒷䏝 䩴䏁䏝㧹㝂䩴㯉 䓁㧹䏁㺐’䏝䏁 䓁㧹䏁 䓁㺐䩴䏁 䓁㧹㝂䓁 㦼㒷䏁㯉㜝’䓁 䥈㜝㦼䥈㯉䒤䏝䥈䣃䥈㜝㝂䓁䏁䯐㺐 㯉䯐㝂㮱㼘㧹䓁䏁䏝 䓁㧹䏁 䥈㜝㜝㒷䒤䏁㜝䓁䮯” 䜟㧹䏁 㟥䏁䣃㝂䯐䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 㯉㝂䥈㦼 䋪㧹䥈䯐䏁 㟥䏝㒷䋪㜝䥈㜝㼘䥶 “䶂䣃䣃䮯䮯䮯 䓁㧹䏁 䩴㒷㯉㯉䥈㤔䥈䯐䥈䓁㺐 㒷㟥 䏝㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝㝂䯐 㜝䏁㼘㒷䓁䥈㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝䤝”
“㽱㒷㮱䯐㦼 䥈䓁 㤔䏁 䏝䏁䯐㝂䓁䏁㦼 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 䏝䏁䒤䏁㜝䓁 䣃㺐㯉䓁䏁䏝䥈㒷㮱㯉 㦼䥈㯉㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝㝂㜝䒤䏁㯉 㒷㟥 䣃䏁䣃㤔䏁䏝㯉 㟥䏝㒷䣃 㤔㒷䓁㧹 䠝㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁 㝂㜝㦼 㦼䏁䣃㒷㜝 䏝䏁㝂䯐䣃㯉䤝” 㯉㮱㦼㦼䏁㜝䯐㺐䥶 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㼘䯐㝂㯉㯉䏁㯉 㯉䩴㒷㿧䏁䮯
䥈㧹䓁㿧㜝
㼘䥈㯉㯉䣃䥈㜝
䏁㜝㦼䏝䓁㮱䥶
䥶䓁䥈
㒷㧹䋪
㝂㺐䣃㜝
㯉㝂䏁䒤㯉
䯐䏁㟥”㦼䥈䤝
䓁㒷
䏁㤔㜝䏁
䥈㼘㜝䈄
㟥㒷
䣃”㽱㒷䏁
㼘㚠䏁㜝
㽱㝂㜝䩴䓁䥈㝂
㧹䏁㝂䔮
䜟㧹䥈㯉 㟥㒷㮱䏝㓥䏁㺐䏁㦼 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 㝂㦼㨦㮱㯉䓁䏁㦼 㧹䥈㯉 㼘䯐㝂㯉㯉䏁㯉 㝂㜝㦼 䏝䏁䩴䯐䥈䏁㦼䥶 “㛝 䓁㒷䓁㝂䯐 㒷㟥 㺗䌋䴩 㟥䏝㒷䣃 䓁㧹䏁 䠝㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁 㛝㯉㯉㒷䒤䥈㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝䥶 㝂㜝㦼 㝂㯉 㟥㒷䏝 㱣㮱㜝䩴䏁㜝㼘 㥫㒷㮱㜝䓁㝂䥈㜝 䗉䥈䯐䯐㝂䥶 䃢㺗䴩 䣃㒷㜝㯉䓁䏁䏝㯉 㝂䏝䏁 䏝䏁䩴㒷䏝䓁䏁㦼 䣃䥈㯉㯉䥈㜝㼘䮯”
“䜟㧹㝂䓁 䣃㝂㜝㺐䤝” 㽱㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 㯉䩴䏝㝂㜝㼘 㮱䩴 䥈㜝 㯉㮱䏝䩴䏝䥈㯉䏁䥶 䏁䘞䒤䯐㝂䥈䣃䥈㜝㼘䥶 “䶂㝂㯉㜝’䓁 䓁㧹䥈㯉 㨦㮱㯉䓁 㤔䏁䏁㜝 㧹㝂䩴䩴䏁㜝䥈㜝㼘 䏝䏁䒤䏁㜝䓁䯐㺐䤝”
䥈㝂䓁䒤䩴㝂㜝
㧹䥈䓁㼘䣃
䏁㝂㧹䔮
㒷䏁䏝㟥䏁㦼㮱㺐㓥
䏁㤔㜝䏁
䏁䒤㜝䮯䯐䏁䏝䓁䮯䮯㺐
㮱㤔䓁
䏝㦼䥈㦼㯉䒤㒷䏁䔮䏁
㜝䯐㒷㯉䯐䏁㺐䥶䣃
䓁䋪㒷
䥈䓁
䓁㜝㒷䏁㯉
㺐䯐㜝㒷
䏝䏁㝂䯐
㒷㜝㯉㧹䓁䣃
䏁㦼㦼㒷㦼㜝
㠹䏁”㯉䥶
㧹䜟䏁
㧹䓁䏁
㝂㒷㼘䮯”
䋪㯉㝂
“䜟䋪㒷 䣃㒷㜝䓁㧹㯉 㝂㼘㒷䮯䮯䮯 䋪㧹䏁㜝 䓁㧹䏁 㟥䥈䏝㯉䓁 㤔㝂䓁䒤㧹 㒷㟥 㼘㮱䏁㯉䓁㯉 㝂䏝䏝䥈䔮䏁㦼䤝” 䜟㧹䏁 㟥䏁䣃㝂䯐䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䏁䘞䒤䯐㝂䥈䣃䏁㦼 䥈㜝 㝂䣃㝂㑮䏁䣃䏁㜝䓁䥶 “㣿㧹㺐 䓁㧹䏁 㦼䏁䯐㝂㺐䏁㦼 㦼䥈㯉䒤㒷䔮䏁䏝㺐䤝”
䜟㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㼘䯐㝂㯉㯉䏁㯉 䒤㒷㜝䓁䥈㜝㮱䏁㦼䥶 “䞤㜝 㒷㜝䏁 㧹㝂㜝㦼䥶 䓁㧹䏁㯉䏁 䜟㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁㯉 㒷䏝 䣃㒷㜝㯉䓁䏁䏝㯉 㝂䏝䏁 䩹㮱䥈䓁䏁 㮱㜝䏝㮱䯐㺐 㝂㜝㦼 㧹㝂䏝㦼 䓁㒷 䣃㝂㜝㝂㼘䏁䮯 䞤㜝 䓁㧹䏁 㒷䓁㧹䏁䏝䥶 䜟㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁㯉 㒷䏝 䣃㒷㜝㯉䓁䏁䏝㯉 㟥䏝䏁䩹㮱䏁㜝䓁䯐㺐 㼘㒷 䥈㜝䓁㒷 㯉䏁䒤䯐㮱㯉䥈㒷㜝 䋪㧹䥈䯐䏁 䒤㮱䯐䓁䥈䔮㝂䓁䥈㜝㼘䥶 㒷㟥䓁䏁㜝 㦼䥈㯉㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝䥈㜝㼘 㟥㒷䏝 䣃㒷㜝䓁㧹㯉䥶 䋪㧹䥈䒤㧹 䥈㯉 䒤㒷䣃䣃㒷㜝䮯䮯䮯 䞤㜝䯐㺐 㝂㟥䓁䏁䏝 䓁㧹䏁 㥫㒷 㥫㒷 䥈㜝䒤䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁䥶 㦼䥈㦼 㤔㒷䓁㧹 䩴㝂䏝䓁䥈䏁㯉 䒤㒷㜝㯉䒤䥈㒷㮱㯉䯐㺐 䓁㝂䯐䯐㺐 㜝㮱䣃㤔䏁䏝㯉 㝂㜝㦼 㦼䥈㯉䒤㒷䔮䏁䏝䏁㦼 㝂 㯉䥈㼘㜝䥈㟥䥈䒤㝂㜝䓁 㦼䏁䒤䏝䏁㝂㯉䏁䮯䮯䮯 㛝㦼㦼䥈䓁䥈㒷㜝㝂䯐䯐㺐䥶 䩴䏁䏝㧹㝂䩴㯉 䣃㝂㜝㺐 㝂䏝䏁 㦼㮱䏁 䓁㒷 䩴䏝䥈䔮㝂䓁䏁 䒤䯐㝂㯉㧹䏁㯉 㒷䔮䏁䏝 䓁㧹䏁 䖐䣃䩴䏁䏝䥈㝂䯐 㷛㦼䥈䒤䓁 㦼䥈㯉䩴㮱䓁䏁䥶 䋪㧹䏁䏝䏁 㤔㒷䓁㧹 㯉䥈㦼䏁㯉 㯉䏁䒤䏝䏁䓁䯐㺐 㯉䯐㝂㮱㼘㧹䓁䏁䏝 䏁㝂䒤㧹 㒷䓁㧹䏁䏝䮯 䖐䓁’㯉 㦼䥈㟥㟥䥈䒤㮱䯐䓁 㟥㒷䏝 㮱㯉 䓁㒷 㦼䥈㯉䓁䥈㜝㼘㮱䥈㯉㧹 䋪㧹䥈䒤㧹 㝂䏝䏁 䓁䏝㮱䯐㺐 䣃䥈㯉㯉䥈㜝㼘䥶 㝂㜝㦼 䋪㧹䥈䒤㧹 㦼䥈䏁㦼 㦼㮱䏁 䓁㒷 䥈㜝䓁䏁䏝㜝㝂䯐 㯉䓁䏝㮱㼘㼘䯐䏁㯉 䋪䥈䓁㧹㒷㮱䓁 㟥㒷㮱㜝㦼 㤔㒷㦼䥈䏁㯉䮯”
䯐䯐䥈䗉㝂
㒷㦼㤔㺐
㝂
㜝䈄㼘䥈
䒤㝂䥈䩴㝂䓁㜝
㽱䓁㜝㝂䥈㝂䩴
㦼㒷㜝㮱㟥
䏁㤔䏁䣃䏝䣃’㯉
㯉䏁䏝㦼㦼䏁㝂㦼㯉
“㣿㜝’䓁㯉㝂
㜝㱣㜝㮱䏁㼘䩴
䏁䜟䥈䏝㼘
䔮䥈䮯㯉㜝㒷䯐䩴㯉䏁䏁䏝㺐
䏝䓁䤝㺐㯉䏁㝂㺐䏁”㦼
㒷㥫㝂㮱㜝䓁㜝䥈
䏁㜝㼘㚠
䓁㣿䥈䏁㧹
㧹䏁䓁
㽱㝂䯐㜝
“㠹䏁㯉䥶 䓁㧹䏁 䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁䥈䓁㺐 㧹㝂㯉 㤔䏁䏁㜝 䔮䏁䏝䥈㟥䥈䏁㦼䐊 䥈䓁 䋪㝂㯉 㝂 㟥㒷䯐䯐㒷䋪䏁䏝 㒷㟥 䶂㮱㝂㜝㼘 䐯㝂䥈㟥㮱䮯䮯䮯 㠹㒷㮱 㿧㜝㒷䋪 䋪㧹㝂䓁 㿧䥈㜝㦼 㒷㟥 䩴䏁䏝㯉㒷㜝 䓁㧹䥈㯉 㠹㒷㮱㜝㼘 㥫㝂㯉䓁䏁䏝 䐯㝂䥈 䶂㮱 䥈㯉䐊 䥈㟥 䋪䏁 䒤㝂㜝’䓁 㒷㟥㟥䏁䏝 㝂㜝 䏁䘞䩴䯐㝂㜝㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝䥶 㧹䏁 䣃䥈㼘㧹䓁 㼘㒷 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䥈䓁㝂䯐 㝂㜝㦼 㦼䏁䣃㒷䯐䥈㯉㧹 㒷㮱䏝 㧹䏁㝂㦼䩹㮱㝂䏝䓁䏁䏝㯉䥉” 䜟㧹䏁 㱣㮱㜝䩴䏁㜝㼘 㥫㒷㮱㜝䓁㝂䥈㜝 䗉䥈䯐䯐㝂 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 㯉䥈㼘㧹䏁㦼䥶 㤔㮱䓁 㝂㦼㦼䏁㦼䥶 “䶂㒷䋪䏁䔮䏁䏝䥶 䖐 㟥䏁䏁䯐 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㮱䯐䩴䏝䥈䓁 䣃䥈㼘㧹䓁 㜝㒷䓁 㤔䏁 㦼䥈䏝䏁䒤䓁䯐㺐 䯐䥈㜝㿧䏁㦼 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 㦼䥈㯉㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝㝂㜝䒤䏁 䒤㝂㯉䏁㯉䮯”
䜟㧹䏁 㟥䏁䣃㝂䯐䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䩹㮱䏁㯉䓁䥈㒷㜝䏁㦼䥶 “㣿㧹㝂䓁 䣃㝂㿧䏁㯉 㺐㒷㮱 㯉㝂㺐 䓁㧹㝂䓁䤝”
㯉䋪㝂
㧹䓁䏁㺐
㒷㺐㦼㤔
䥈㦼䥶㟥㜝
䯐䯐㝂
㧹㜝䣃㮱㝂
㝂䥈㧹㯉㜝䔮
䒤䮯䏁”䏁㜝㯉
䐊䩴䣃”㰻䥈䏁䯐
䏁㯉㦼䥈㤔㒷
㝂䒤㜝
㧹䓁䏁
䓁㝂䩴䒤㝂䥈㜝
䏁䋪
䐯䓁㮱
䓁㯉㺐㒷䒤䥈䏁䮯
㜝㝂㦼
㜝䥈㯉䥈㼘䣃㯉
䏁㟥䓁䯐
䥈䥶䓁䣃䏁
䓁㝂
㒷㜝䓁
䏝㒷䣃㟥
䩴㯉䏁䏝㜝㒷㯉䥶
䔮䏁㜝䏁
䥈㨦㜝䏁䓁䏁䥶䏝䒤䏁㦼䓁
㜝㯉䏁㼘㓥䏁㯉㯉㝂䥈䏝㝂䯐䋪㵑
㧹䏁䓁
䏁㜝䏁䏝䔮
㧹䓁䥈㯉
䏝㺐䏁䓁䯐䒤䥈㦼
㝂
䥈㿧䏁䯐
䥈䩴㦼㦼䏁䏁㯉㝂䩴䏝㝂
“䠝䥈㦼 䓁㧹䏁㺐 㜝㒷䓁 㧹㝂䔮䏁 䓁䥈䣃䏁 䓁㒷 ‘㦼䥈㯉䩴㒷㯉䏁’ 㒷㟥 䥈䓁䤝” 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 㟥䏝㒷䋪㜝䏁㦼 㝂㼘㝂䥈㜝䮯
䜟㧹䏁 㼘䯐㝂㯉㯉䏁㯉 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䏝䏁䩴䯐䥈䏁㦼䥶 “㣿䥈䓁㧹 㯉㒷 䣃㝂㜝㺐 㦼䥈㯉㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝㝂㜝䒤䏁㯉䥶 䓁㧹䏁䏝䏁’㯉 㜝䏁䔮䏁䏝 㤔䏁䏁㜝 㝂 䒤㝂㯉䏁 㒷㟥 㝂㜝 䥈㜝䒤㒷䣃䩴䯐䏁䓁䏁 䒤㒷䔮䏁䏝㓥㮱䩴䮯 䖐㟥 䓁㧹䏁䏝䏁’㯉 㯉㒷䣃䏁 䒤㒷㜝㯉䩴䥈䏝㝂䒤㺐 㤔䏁㧹䥈㜝㦼 䓁㧹䏁 㦼䥈㯉㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝㝂㜝䒤䏁 䒤㝂㯉䏁㯉䥶 䓁㧹䏁㜝 䯐䏁㝂䔮䥈㜝㼘 㝂 䒤㒷䏝䩴㯉䏁 㯉䏁䏁䣃㯉 㮱䓁䓁䏁䏝䯐㺐 㯉䓁㮱䩴䥈㦼䥶 㦼㒷䏁㯉㜝’䓁 䥈䓁䤝”
㮱㯉㒷㜝㦼
䣃䏁䒤㝂
㒷㟥
㺐㜝㦼㦼㮱㰻䏁䯐
䓁㧹䏁
㒷䒤㿧䥈㼘㿧䮯㜝㜝
㛝 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝 䏁㜝䓁䏁䏝䏁㦼 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㝂 䓁䏝㝂㺐䥶 㯉䏁䏝䔮䥈㜝㼘 㯉䏁䔮䏁䏝㝂䯐 䒤㮱䩴㯉 㒷㟥 䋪㝂䓁䏁䏝 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝㯉䮯
䈄䥈㜝 㚠䏁㜝㼘 䒤㝂㯉㮱㝂䯐䯐㺐 䩴䥈䒤㿧䏁㦼 㮱䩴 㝂 䒤㮱䩴 㝂㜝㦼 㯉䥈䩴䩴䏁㦼䥶 䓁㧹䏁㜝 㝂㯉㿧䏁㦼䥶 “㣿㧹㝂䓁’㯉 䓁㧹䏁 㯉䥈䓁㮱㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝 㒷㮱䓁㯉䥈㦼䏁䤝”
䓁㜝㒷
䏝䏁㯉䥶䏁䩴㒷㜝㦼㦼
䓁㝂
䏁㧹䓁
㝂䏁䏝㺐㤔䯐
㒷䏁㧹䏝䓁
䖐’䓁㯉”
䯐㒷䏁㦼䏝䋪䥶䏁
㜝䏁㦼䥈䒤㜝䓁䥈
㒷䒤䯐㦼
䓁’㯉䥈
㯉㝂䏝䓁䓁
䏁䥶䓁䏝䩴㯉䏁㜝
䥶㝂㜝䣃
㒷㟥
䒤䮯䓁䯐㒷䮯㜝䮯䏝㒷
㮱䐯䓁
㼘㒷㒷䐊㦼
䏁㦼㮱
㝂䏁㦼㧹
䓁㒷
䓁㒷
㒷䓁㧹㤔
䏁㜝䒤䏁䓁䏝
㜝㺐㒷㮱㼘
㦼䏁䥈㯉㯉
䥈㼘㤔
䏁㧹䒤㝂
㟥䏝䣃㒷
䯐䥈㯉䯐䓁
㝂㯉㯉䒤㒷䓁㒷䥈㝂㯉䥈㜝
㜝䏝㮱䏁㦼
㒷䋪㜝䥶
㚠㒷䏝
㧹䜟䏁
䓁㮱䓁䥈㯉㝂㒷㜝䥈
㯉㯉㝂䥈㝂䏝䏁䏁䒤㦼䩴㜝䮯㝂䩴
㝂䖐䏁䥈䏝䩴䣃䯐
䏁㤔䯐䣃㝂
㧹䏁䓁
䓁㧹䏁
㦼㜝㝂
㦼㷛䒤䥈䓁
㝂㯉䓁䏁㼘
䏝䏁㝂
㜝䥈䏁䒤㯉
䒤䥈䏁䏝䮯㮱㦼”䥈䯐
䣃䥈㜝䏁㯉㝂䏝
㼘䥈䏁㮱䏝㯉㟥
䓁㧹㒷㤔
“㵑㒷䓁 䥈䓁䮯” 㽱㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 䋪㝂䔮䏁㦼 㧹䥈㯉 㧹㝂㜝㦼䥶 “㵑㒷 㒷㜝 㝂㜝㦼 㿧䏁䏁䩴 䋪㝂䓁䒤㧹䥈㜝㼘䐊 䏝䏁䩴㒷䏝䓁 䥈䣃䣃䏁㦼䥈㝂䓁䏁䯐㺐 䥈㟥 㝂㜝㺐䓁㧹䥈㜝㼘 㧹㝂䩴䩴䏁㜝㯉䮯”
“䵂㜝㦼䏁䏝㯉䓁㒷㒷㦼䮯” 䜟㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝 㜝㒷㦼㦼䏁㦼 㝂㜝㦼 䓁㧹䏁㜝 䓁㮱䏝㜝䏁㦼 䓁㒷 䯐䏁㝂䔮䏁䮯
䓁㧹䏁
䣃㜝㝂
㦼䏝㮱㿧㜝
䯐㒷䓁䣃㮱㟥㧹㮱
䩴㮱䒤䮯
㒷㟥
䓁㒷
㧹䏁䓁
䏁䓁㧹
㧹㝂㦼
䏁㜝䓁䏝㮱㦼
䔮䏁䏁䯐㝂䥶
㚠㼘䏁㜝
䈄㼘䥈㜝
㽱㜝䩴䓁㝂㝂䥈
㒷㼘㜝㮱㺐
㮱䓁㒷
䋪㝂䓁䏁䏝
䏝㒷㟥䣃
㛝㯉
㝂䓁䩴㯉
㧹䏁
㯉㮱䯐㺐䏁㦼㦼㜝
㛝䓁 䓁㧹䏁 㯉㝂䣃䏁 䓁䥈䣃䏁䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㟥䏁䣃㝂䯐䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 㝂㜝㦼 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䥈㜝 䒤㧹㝂䏝㼘䏁 㒷㟥 㱣㮱㜝䩴䏁㜝㼘 㥫㒷㮱㜝䓁㝂䥈㜝 䗉䥈䯐䯐㝂 㯉㮱㦼㦼䏁㜝䯐㺐 䣃㒷䔮䏁㦼䮯
䜟㧹䏁䥈䏝 㯉䩴䏁䏁㦼 䋪㝂㯉 䥈㜝䒤䏝䏁㦼䥈㤔䯐㺐 㟥㝂㯉䓁䥉
䓁㼘㝂㜝䥈㝂㯉
㝂㯉㜝䣃’
䯐㿧䏁䥈
䋪㟥㯉㺐䓁䥈䯐
㿧䏁㜝䒤
㤔㝂䓁㮱㒷
㝂㦼㜝
䏁㦼䥈㜝㤔㧹䮯
㜝㝂
㝂䓁䩴䥈䒤㜝㝂
䓁㧹䏁
㝂䯐䏁䏁㟥䣃
㝂㦼䒤䯐䏁䩴
㒷㜝㺐㮱㼘
㧹䏁䓁
㮱䒤㒷㜝䏝䏁㦼㨦
䒤䥶䥈䓁䏝㿧
䣃䥈㝂䒤㼘
㯉䏝䋪㦼㒷
㝂
䏁㜝㼘㧹䯐䓁
䣃䏝㒷㟥
㧹㯉䏁
䏝䥶㝂䣃
䜟㧹䏁
㒷㟥
㧹䓁䏝㒷㯉
㝂
䓁䥈
㥫䏁㝂㜝䋪㧹䥈䯐䏁䥶 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䏝䏁㯉䩴㒷㜝㯉䥈㤔䯐䏁 㟥㒷䏝 㱣㮱㜝䩴䏁㜝㼘 㥫㒷㮱㜝䓁㝂䥈㜝 䗉䥈䯐䯐㝂 䣃㒷䔮䏁㦼 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝’㯉 㒷䓁㧹䏁䏝 㯉䥈㦼䏁䥶 䯐䥈㟥䓁䥈㜝㼘 㝂 㤔䯐㝂䒤㿧䥶 䩴䏁䒤㮱䯐䥈㝂䏝 䩴䥈㯉䓁㒷䯐 䓁㒷 㧹䥈㯉 㧹䏁㝂㦼䮯
䐯㒷䓁㧹 㒷㟥 䓁㧹䏁䣃 㯉䩴㒷㿧䏁 䥈㜝 㮱㜝䥈㯉㒷㜝䥶 “䠝㒷㜝’䓁 䣃㒷䔮䏁䮯”
㯉㧹䜟䏁䏁
㦼䯐䒤㮱㒷
䏁䏁䋪䏝
㒷䣃䏝㟥
䥶䯐䯐㝂
䏁㤔䏝㮱㝂㮱’㯉
㺐䏝㧹㝂䯐㦼
䩴䒤㯉䓁䥈㝂㝂㜝
䩴䏝䏁䩴䓁—䏁䏁㒷䯐㝂㟥
㮱䥈㝂䏝㒷䔮㯉
䣃㤔䏁㒷䏁䒤
㜝㯉䓁䩴䥶㝂䥈䒤㝂
㯉䥈
㯉㦼㜝㒷䮯䏁䣃
䏁䋪䯐䯐㓥䏝䥈䓁㦼䏁㜝㝂
㜝䏝䥈㦼㝂䏝㺐㒷
㺐䥈㝂䏝㦼㜝䏝㒷
䏁䓁㧹
㜝㯉䓁䏁
㜝㦼㝂
䥈䓁䏁䏁䯐
䏁㧹䓁
䏝㝂䏁
䩴䏁㒷䥶䏁䯐䩴
㝂䏝䏁㤔䮯㮱㮱
㤔䏁㯉䒤㮱㝂䏁
㧹䜟䥈㯉
㒷㟥
㒷㤔㝂㦼䓁䏝㜝㮱䏁㯉㯉䥈
㜝㝂䣃䓁㝂䏁䣃䏁㜝㼘
䥈㜝
䒤䏁㯉㯉䓁
㜝䏁䔮䏁
㦼䯐㯉㒷䥶䏁䥈䏝㯉
䒤㝂㟥䓁䥶
㒷㜝䓁
䜟㧹䏁䏝䏁㟥㒷䏝䏁䥶 䓁㧹䏁䏝䏁’㯉 㝂 䏝䏁䒤䥈䩴䏝㒷䒤㝂䯐 㒷䩴䏁䏝㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝— 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㒷㮱㜝䓁䏝㺐 㯉䏁㜝㦼㯉 䩴䏁䏝㯉㒷㜝㜝䏁䯐 㜝䏁䏁㦼䥈㜝㼘 䓁䏝㝂䥈㜝䥈㜝㼘 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 䔮㝂䏝䥈㒷㮱㯉 㯉䏁䒤䓁㯉 㝂㜝㦼 䏁䔮䏁㜝 㦼䏁䣃㒷㜝㯉䮯
䜟㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝㯉 㝂䏝䏁 䏁䯐䥈䓁䏁㯉 䓁䏝㝂䥈㜝䏁㦼 㤔㝂䒤㿧 㟥䏝㒷䣃 㦼䥈㟥㟥䏁䏝䏁㜝䓁 䩴䯐㝂䒤䏁㯉䮯
㦼䥈㦼
䣃䏁㜝㒷䣃䓁䥶
䏁䣃䯐䏝䏁㺐
㜝㼘㒷㺐㮱
䓁䏁䥈䥈㦼䣃䥈䓁㦼㜝㝂
㯉䥈䓁㧹
㤔㺐
䋪㧹㯉㒷
㧹䓁䏁
㒷㜝䓁
䏁㧹
㜝㺐㝂
䓁䋪㒷
㝂䏝㟥䏁䐊
㛝䓁
㧹䓁䏁
䓁䩴㦼䮯㯉㒷䩴䏁
㜝㝂䥶䓁䩴䥈㯉㝂䒤
䥶䣃㜝㝂
㽱㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 㯉䓁㒷㒷㦼 㮱䩴䥶 䒤㒷䯐㦼䯐㺐 㯉㝂㺐䥈㜝㼘䥶 “㣿㧹㒷 㝂䏝䏁 㺐㒷㮱 䏝䏁㝂䯐䯐㺐䤝 㣿㧹㝂䓁 䥈㯉 㺐㒷㮱䏝 䩴㮱䏝䩴㒷㯉䏁 䥈㜝 䥈㜝㟥䥈䯐䓁䏝㝂䓁䥈㜝㼘 㧹䏁䏝䏁䤝 㠹㒷㮱 㤔䏁䓁䓁䏁䏝 䒤㒷㜝㟥䏁㯉㯉䥶 㒷䏝 䏁䯐㯉䏁䮯䮯䮯”
“䖐’䣃 䏝㝂䓁㧹䏁䏝 䒤㮱䏝䥈㒷㮱㯉 㧹㒷䋪 㺐㒷㮱 㦼䥈㯉䒤㒷䔮䏁䏝䏁㦼 䣃䏁䥶” 䓁㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝 㯉䯐㒷䋪䯐㺐 䓁㮱䏝㜝䏁㦼 㝂䏝㒷㮱㜝㦼䥶 㯉䏁䏁䣃䥈㜝㼘䯐㺐 㮱㜝㟥㝂㑮䏁㦼 㤔㺐 䓁㧹䏁 㯉㧹㒷䏝䓁 㯉䋪㒷䏝㦼 㝂㜝㦼 㼘㮱㜝 㒷㜝 㧹䥈䣃䮯
䒤䥶㟥㝂䏁
䏝䏝㒷㝂㦼㺐䥈㜝
㧹䓁䏁
䏝䏁䔮㺐
䥶㯉䯐䥈㧹䯐㼘䓁㺐
㯉㧹㒷䋪䣃䏁”䏁䏁䏝䤝
䖐
㺐㒷㼘㜝㮱
䔮䏝䯐䏁㝂䏁
㟥㒷
㝂
䓁䓁㧹㝂
㒷䒤䓁䥈䣃䮯㺐㒷㜝䯐㝂䮯䮯䣃
㜝㝂䣃
䏁㯉䣃䥈㦼䯐
㛝
㟥㝂䋪䯐
“㦼䠝䥈
“䖐䓁’㯉 䔮䏁䏝㺐 㯉䥈䣃䩴䯐䏁䥶 㤔䏁䒤㝂㮱㯉䏁 䖐 㝂㯉㿧䏁㦼 㟥㒷䏝 㝂 㽱㒷㿧䏁䥶” 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘 㯉㝂䥈㦼 㯉㮱㦼㦼䏁㜝䯐㺐䮯 “㛝㜝㦼 䓁㧹䏁㺐 㝂㯉㿧䏁㦼 㟥㒷䏝 㯉㒷䣃䏁䓁㧹䥈㜝㼘 䏁䯐㯉䏁 䓁㒷 㦼䏝䥈㜝㿧䮯䮯䮯 䋪䏁 㯉㝂䥈㦼 䓁㒷 㤔䏝䥈㜝㼘 㤔㝂䒤㿧 㯉㒷䣃䏁 㦼䏝䥈㜝㿧㯉䥶 㜝㒷䓁 䋪㝂䓁䏁䏝䮯 䖐㟥 㺐㒷㮱 䋪䏁䏝䏁 䓁㧹䏁 䏝䏁㝂䯐 䩴䏁䏝㯉㒷㜝䥶 㺐㒷㮱 㯉㧹㒷㮱䯐㦼 㿧㜝㒷䋪 䋪㧹㝂䓁 䋪䏁 㜝䏁䏁㦼䏁㦼䮯”
“䖐䓁 䋪㝂㯉 㤔䏁䒤㝂㮱㯉䏁 㒷㟥 㯉㮱䒤㧹 㝂 䏝䏁㝂㯉㒷㜝䮯䮯䮯” 䜟㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝 䋪㝂㯉 䣃㒷䣃䏁㜝䓁㝂䏝䥈䯐㺐 㯉䓁㮱㜝㜝䏁㦼䥶 䓁㧹䏁㜝 㯉䥈㼘㧹䏁㦼 䥈㜝 䏝䏁㯉䥈㼘㜝㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝䥶 “㛝䒤䓁㮱㝂䯐䯐㺐䥶 䥈㟥 䩴㒷㯉㯉䥈㤔䯐䏁䥶 䖐 㦼䥈㦼㜝’䓁 䋪㝂㜝䓁 䓁㒷 㮱㯉䏁 㟥㒷䏝䒤䏁䮯”
㒷㜝
㦼㮱㒷’㠹”
㝂㤔䯐䏁
䓁㧹䏁
㒷䓁
㿧䒤㮱㦼㧹䒤䏁䯐
㝂
㝂䏁䔮㧹
㜝䏁㼘䩴䥈㯉䏝㯉
㯉㧹䓁䏝㒷
䓁”䏝㯉䥉㟥䥈
㟥㧹䓁䥈㼘
㒷䒤㺐䥶䯐㦼䯐
䏁㤔
䜟㧹䏁
㧹䥈䋪䓁
䏁㟥䏁䯐䣃㝂
㒷䓁
㒷䏝㦼㯉䋪
䮯䏁㟥䒤䏝㒷
㜝㮱㼘㒷㺐
䓁㜝㝂㝂䒤䩴䥈
䣃㜝㝂㯉’
㜝䏁㿧䒤
䯐䥈䓁㧹㯉㼘
䓁䏁㧹
䜟㧹䏁 㯉㧹㒷䏝䓁 㯉䋪㒷䏝㦼 䋪㝂㯉 䏁䘞䓁䏝䏁䣃䏁䯐㺐 㯉㧹㝂䏝䩴䥶 䒤㮱䓁䓁䥈㜝㼘 䥈㜝䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝’㯉 㯉㿧䥈㜝 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㨦㮱㯉䓁 㯉㮱䒤㧹 㝂 䩴䏝䏁㯉㯉䥈㜝㼘䮯
㠹䏁䓁 䓁㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝 㦼䥈㦼㜝’䓁 䣃㒷䔮䏁䐊 㧹䏁 㯉䥈䣃䩴䯐㺐 㿧䏁䩴䓁 㧹䥈㯉 㧹䏁㝂㦼 䯐㒷䋪䏁䏝䏁㦼䥶 㯉䯐㒷䋪䯐㺐 䏁䘞㧹㝂䯐䥈㜝㼘 㝂 㤔䏝䏁㝂䓁㧹䮯
㝂
㯉䏁”㛝䋪㜝䏝
䥈㜝䏁䓁䥶㒷㮱䩹㯉
䈄䥈㜝㼘
䩴㝂㜝㝂䥈䓁㽱
㜝㚠䏁㼘
㯉䓁䋪䏁㝂
䓁䣃䥶”䏁䥈
䓁䩴㯉䏁
㒷㦼’㜝䓁
㧹䓁䏁
㒷䓁㿧㒷
㟥㒷䏝䋪㝂䮯䏝㦼
䶂㒷䋪䏁䔮䏁䏝䥶 䥈㜝 䓁㧹㝂䓁 䥈㜝㯉䓁㝂㜝䓁䥶 㽱㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 䈄䥈㜝㼘 㚠䏁㜝㼘’㯉 㟥㝂䒤䏁 䒤㧹㝂㜝㼘䏁㦼 㦼䏝㝂䣃㝂䓁䥈䒤㝂䯐䯐㺐䥉
㚠㒷䏝 䥈㜝 㟥䏝㒷㜝䓁 㒷㟥 㧹䥈䣃䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝’㯉 㤔㒷㦼㺐 㯉㮱㦼㦼䏁㜝䯐㺐 㯉䩴䯐䥈䓁 㒷䩴䏁㜝䮯䮯䮯 㚠䏝㒷䣃 䓁㧹䏁 㼘㝂䩴䥈㜝㼘 㤔㒷㦼㺐䥶 㟥䯐䏁㯉㧹 㝂㜝㦼 㤔䯐㒷㒷㦼 䏁䘞䩴㝂㜝㦼䏁㦼䥶 䯐䥈㿧䏁 㝂 䣃䥈䘞䓁㮱䏝䏁 㒷㟥 㯉㒷㦼䥈㮱䣃 㧹㺐䩴㒷䒤㧹䯐㒷䏝䥈䓁䏁 㯉㒷䯐㮱䓁䥈㒷㜝 㝂㜝㦼 䒤㒷㜝䒤䏁㜝䓁䏝㝂䓁䏁㦼 㧹㺐㦼䏝㒷㼘䏁㜝 䩴䏁䏝㒷䘞䥈㦼䏁 㯉㒷䯐㮱䓁䥈㒷㜝䥶 䣃㝂㦼䯐㺐 䏁㨦䏁䒤䓁䥈㜝㼘 㝂㜝㦼 䩴㒷㮱䏝䥈㜝㼘 㒷㜝䓁㒷 㧹䥈䣃䥉
䥈㯉㟥䓁䥉㯉
㯉䥈
“㜝䓁䥉㼘㧹䥈
㧹䓁㯉䥈
㝂㦼㜝
㼘㚠䏁㜝
䋪㼘㜝㝂䔮䥈
䏁㦼䥶䥈䏁䘞䒤䣃㝂䯐
㝂䥈䓁㽱㝂㜝䩴
䯐䯐㺐䋪䥈㦼
䥈㯉㧹
㮱㜝㼘㼘䏝䯐䓁䥈㯉㼘
“㝂㣿䓁㧹
㼘䈄䥈㜝
㥫䏁㝂㜝䋪㧹䥈䯐䏁䥶 䓁㧹䏁 䓁䋪㒷 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝㯉 䒤㒷㜝䓁䏝㒷䯐䯐䥈㜝㼘 䓁㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝 䋪䏁䏝䏁 㝂䯐㯉㒷 㝂䓁䓁㝂䒤㿧䥈㜝㼘 䥈㜝 㟥䏁㝂䏝— 㝂㜝㦼 㽱㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝 㰻䥈㺐㝂㜝䥶 䋪㧹㒷 䋪㝂㯉 㯉䏁㝂䓁䏁㦼䥶 䩴㝂䥈㜝㟥㮱䯐䯐㺐 䒤䯐㮱䓁䒤㧹䏁㦼 㧹䥈㯉 㜝䏁䒤㿧䮯䮯䮯 㝂㯉 䥈㟥 㯉㒷䣃䏁䓁㧹䥈㜝㼘 䋪㝂㯉 䒤㧹㒷㿧䥈㜝㼘 㧹䥈䣃䥉
“㥫㒷㜝㯉䓁䏁䏝䥶 㼘䏁䓁 㝂䋪㝂㺐䥉䥉”
䓁”㜝’㒷䠝
㯉䒤䏝䯐䮯䏁䮯䮯㒷
㒷䒤䣃䏁
䩴䯐䥉”䏁㧹
㜝䥉䣃㝂㦼䥉
䏁㒷㜝㰻䣃㒷䏁
“㰻㮱䩴䩴㒷䏝䓁䥉 㰻㮱䩴䩴㒷䏝䓁䥉䥉 䖐䓁’㯉 䓁㧹䏁 䏝䏁㤔㒷䏝㜝 䐯䯐㒷㒷㦼 䠝䏁䣃㒷㜝䥉䥉”
䜟㧹㝂䓁 䋪㝂㯉䮯䮯䮯 䓁㧹䏁 㯉䓁䏝㒷㜝㼘䏁㯉䓁䥶 䣃㒷㯉䓁 䓁䏁䏝䏝䥈㟥㺐䥈㜝㼘䥶 㝂㜝㦼 㦼㝂㜝㼘䏁䏝㒷㮱㯉 䏁㜝䏁䣃㺐 䓁㧹䏁㯉䏁 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝㯉 㧹㝂㦼 䏁䔮䏁䏝 㟥㝂䒤䏁㦼䮯䮯䮯
䯐䯐㝂䥶
㝂䣃㜝
㯉㧹䥈䓁
㝂㦼㧹’㜝䓁
㒷㒷䣃䏝
㮱㝂㯉䏁㤔䒤䏁
䏁䏝䣃䏁䏁䯐䘞䓁㺐
䔮䣃䏁㒷㦼
㟥㒷㮱䏝
䒤䥈㼘㝂㜝䓁
㝂㤔䯐㜝䣃㒷㝂䮯䏝
㜝䥈
䥶䓁㟥䒤㝂
䓁㧹䏁
䓁㧹䏁
㑮䥈䏁㝂䏝䏝㤔
㯉㝂䋪
䓁䏁㺐
㜝䓁䮯䣃䮯䏁㒷䣃䮯
㜝㮱㼘㺐㒷
㝂䓁
䏁䋪䏁䏝
㮱䐯䓁
㝂䓁
䒤㝂㜝㝂㯉䩴䓁䥈
䓁㧹䏁
䖐㜝 䓁㧹䏁 䏁㜝㦼䥶 㝂䯐䯐 㟥㒷㮱䏝 䒤㝂䩴䓁㝂䥈㜝㯉 䒤㒷䯐䯐㝂䩴㯉䏁㦼 㒷㜝䏁 㤔㺐 㒷㜝䏁䥶 㟥㝂䥈㜝䓁䥈㜝㼘 㒷㜝 䓁㧹䏁 㼘䏝㒷㮱㜝㦼䮯
䜟㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝 㼘䯐㝂㜝䒤䏁㦼 㝂䏝㒷㮱㜝㦼䥶 䋪㧹䥈㯉䩴䏁䏝䥈㜝㼘 㯉㒷㟥䓁䯐㺐䥶 “䖐㜝 䓁㧹䏁 䏁㜝㦼䥶 㨦㮱㯉䓁 㝂 䩴䏝㒷㦼㮱䒤䓁 㒷㟥 䏝㝂䩴䥈㦼 䓁䏝㝂䥈㜝䥈㜝㼘䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㯉䓁㝂䓁䏁 㒷㟥 䣃䥈㜝㦼 䥈㯉 䥈㜝㦼䏁䏁㦼 䓁㧹䏁 㼘䏝䏁㝂䓁䏁㯉䓁 䋪䏁㝂㿧㜝䏁㯉㯉䮯”
㯉㝂㜝䓁䥈䩴㝂䒤
㧹䏁䓁
㯉䓁㟥㝂㦼䏝䏁䏝䥶㛝䋪
䏝㧹䏁䋪䏁
䓁䯐㝂㤔䏁
㜝㒷
㝂䓁㤔䏁䯐
㿧㝂䋪䏁䯐㦼
䏝㦼䮯䏁㝂
䯐㦼䥈䓁䏝䏁䒤㺐
䒤䥈㜝㿧䩴㼘䥈
䓁㧹䏁
䓁㒷
㒷㮱㼘㺐㜝
䏁䓁㧹
㒷䓁
䩴㮱
㧹䓁䏁
㯉㯉㦼䥈䥈㮱㯉䥶㜝䒤㼘
䣃㝂㜝
㟥䥈䏁䯐㯉
䓁㧹䏁
䏁䋪䏁䏝
㛝䓁 䓁㧹䏁 㯉㝂䣃䏁 䓁䥈䣃䏁䥶 䋪䥈㯉䩴㯉 㒷㟥 㯉䣃㒷㿧䏁 㦼䥈㯉㯉䥈䩴㝂䓁䏁㦼 㟥䏝㒷䣃 䓁㧹䏁 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘 䣃㝂㜝’㯉 㤔㒷㦼㺐䮯䮯䮯 㦼䥈㯉㯉䥈䩴㝂䓁䥈㜝㼘䥶 㯉㧹䏁 㧹㝂㦼 䏝䏁䓁㮱䏝㜝䏁㦼 䓁㒷 㧹䏁䏝 㒷䏝䥈㼘䥈㜝㝂䯐 㟥㒷䏝䣃䮯
䖐㜝 䋪㧹䥈䓁䏁 䒤䯐㒷䓁㧹䥈㜝㼘 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㝂 䒤㒷䯐㦼䥶 䒤䯐䏁㝂䏝 㟥㝂䒤䏁䮯
㝂
㮱㧹㝂㵑㜝㝂㼘䮯㜝
䏁䥈䈄㿧
䣃䏝㟥㒷
䥈䏝㝂㺐㟥
䖐䓁 䋪㝂㯉 㺻䥈㜝 㽱㧹㮱㺐㮱䮯
“㰻㒷 䣃㝂㜝㺐 㧹㝂䔮䏁 㦼䥈㯉㝂䩴䩴䏁㝂䏝䏁㦼䥶 䋪㧹㝂䓁 㒷㜝 䏁㝂䏝䓁㧹 䥈㯉 㤔䏁㧹䥈㜝㦼 䓁㧹䥈㯉䮯䮯䮯” 㰻㧹䏁 㯉䏁䏁䣃䏁㦼 䓁㒷 㤔䏁 䥈㜝 㦼䏁䏁䩴 䓁㧹㒷㮱㼘㧹䓁䥶 䣃㮱䏝䣃㮱䏝䥈㜝㼘 䓁㒷 㧹䏁䏝㯉䏁䯐㟥䥶 “㚠䥈䔮䏁 㧹㮱㜝㦼䏝䏁㦼 㺐䏁㝂䏝㯉䮯䮯䮯 䓁㧹䥈㯉 䓁䥈䣃䏁 㤔䏁䥈㜝㼘 㝂䋪㝂㿧䏁䥶 䥈㯉 䣃㺐 䏁㟥㟥㒷䏝䓁 㯉䓁䥈䯐䯐 䥈㜝 䔮㝂䥈㜝䮯䮯䮯 㥫㝂㯉䓁䏁䏝䮯”
䮯䮯䮯
䠝䏁㯉䩴䥈䓁䏁 䓁㧹䏁 ‘㝂䒤䓁㒷䏝㯉’ 㒷㜝 㯉䓁㝂㼘䏁 䩴㮱䓁䓁䥈㜝㼘 䥈㜝 㝂 䯐㒷䓁 㒷㟥 䏁㟥㟥㒷䏝䓁䥶 㝂㜝㦼 䓁㧹䏁 䩴䏁䏝㟥㒷䏝䣃㝂㜝䒤䏁㯉 㤔䏁䥈㜝㼘 㟥㝂䏝 㯉㮱䩴䏁䏝䥈㒷䏝 䓁㒷 䓁㧹㒷㯉䏁 㝂䓁 䓁㧹䏁 㼘㝂䯐㝂 䥈㜝 䓁㧹䏁 䒤㝂䩴䥈䓁㝂䯐䥶 䓁㧹䏁 㝂㮱㦼䥈䏁㜝䒤䏁’㯉 䣃䥈㜝㦼㯉 䋪䏁䏝䏁 䒤䯐䏁㝂䏝䯐㺐 㜝㒷䓁 㧹䏁䏝䏁䮯
䈄㝂䥈 㽱㝂䥈㯉㧹䏁㜝㼘䥶 㝂㯉 䓁㧹䏁 䓁㧹䥈䏝㦼 䯐䏁㝂㦼䏁䏝 㒷㟥 䓁㧹䏁 䠝㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁 㛝㯉㯉㒷䒤䥈㝂䓁䥈㒷㜝䥶 㦼䏁㯉䩴䥈䓁䏁 㤔䏁䥈㜝㼘 㺐㒷㮱㜝㼘䥶 㧹㝂㦼 㼘㝂䥈㜝䏁㦼 䏁䔮䏁䏝㺐㒷㜝䏁’㯉 䓁䏝㮱㯉䓁 㯉䥈㜝䒤䏁 㧹䏁 㝂㯉㯉㮱䣃䏁㦼 㧹䥈㯉 䩴㒷㯉䥈䓁䥈㒷㜝䥶 䏁䏝㝂㯉䥈㜝㼘 䓁㧹䏁 䥈㜝㟥䯐㮱䏁㜝䒤䏁 㒷㟥 㽱䯐㒷䓁㧹䏁㦼 䠝㝂㒷䥈㯉䓁 㺻䥈㜝㼘䘞䥈㝂 䆢䥈 㝂䓁 䓁㧹㝂䓁 䓁䥈䣃䏁䮯 䶂䏁 䋪㝂㯉 䥈㜝㦼䏁䏁㦼 㝂 㼘䏁㜝䥈㮱㯉 䥈㜝 䓁㧹䏁 䜟㝂㒷䥈㯉䣃㓥䒤㮱䯐䓁䥈䔮㝂䓁䏁㦼 㟥䥈䏁䯐㦼䮯
䣃䣃䏁㜝㒷䥶䓁
㤔䓁䓁䯐㝂䏁
䏝䏁㺐䣃䯐䏁
䯐㤔䔮䏁㝂䏝
㤔㒷㧹䓁
㜝䯐㯉䥶䥈䏁䓁
䏁䒤䯐㯉㝂㧹㦼
䩹㤔䓁䏁䮯㮱㝂㜝
㜝䥈
㧹䥈䓁㯉
㝂
㧹䓁䏁
䓁㝂
䋪㝂㜝䥈㼘䓁䒤㧹
㯉䥈䏁㯉㦼
㝂䓁
䏁䋪㒷䏁䥶䶂䏝䔮
䯐䏁䏝㜝㯉㒷㜝䏁䩴
䏁㧹
㝂䏁㜝䥈䣃䏁䏝㦼
䏝㟥㒷䣃
㯉㝂
㠹䏁䓁䥶 䥈㟥 㜝㒷䓁㧹䥈㜝㼘 䋪䏁䏝䏁 㦼㒷㜝䏁䥶 䓁㧹䥈㯉 䋪㝂䏝 㒷㟥 䋪㒷䏝㦼㯉 䣃䥈㼘㧹䓁 䏁㯉䒤㝂䯐㝂䓁䏁 䥈㜝䓁㒷 㝂 䩴㧹㺐㯉䥈䒤㝂䯐 㟥䥈㼘㧹䓁䮯䮯䮯 㥫㒷㜝㯉䓁䏁䏝㯉 䋪㒷㮱䯐㦼㜝’䓁 㝂㦼㧹䏁䏝䏁 䓁㒷 䓁㧹䏁 䩴䏝䥈㜝䒤䥈䩴䯐䏁 㒷㟥 䓁䏝㝂㜝䩹㮱䥈䯐䥈䓁㺐 㝂㜝㦼 䥈㜝㝂䒤䓁䥈㒷㜝䮯
“㣿㧹㝂䓁 㝂䏝䏁 䓁㧹䏁 䩴䏝䏁㯉䥈㦼䏁㜝䓁 㝂㜝㦼 䣃㝂㯉䓁䏁䏝 㮱㜝䒤䯐䏁 䓁䥈㜝㿧䏁䏝䥈㜝㼘 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㝂䓁 䓁㧹䥈㯉 䓁䥈䣃䏁䮯䮯䮯”
㼘㜝㯉䏝䏁䥈㟥
㝂䥈䈄
䯐㒷䏁䒤䓁㦼䯐䏁䒤
㮱䯐㼘䓁㜝㝂䯐䥈㝂䒤䮯䒤
䏁㯉㽱㧹㼘㜝㝂䥈
䯐䋪㺐㯉㒷䯐
䥈㯉㧹
䯐䓁㝂䏁㤔䥶
㧹䓁䏁
䏁䏝㜝㦼㮱
㛝㟥䓁䏁䏝 㝂 䋪㧹䥈䯐䏁䥶 㥫䥈㯉㯉 㵑㒷㜝㼘 䩹㮱䥈䒤㿧䯐㺐 䒤㝂䣃䏁 䓁㒷 䈄㝂䥈 㽱㝂䥈㯉㧹䏁㜝㼘’㯉 㯉䥈㦼䏁 㝂㜝㦼 䋪㧹䥈㯉䩴䏁䏝䏁㦼 䥈㜝 㧹䥈㯉 䏁㝂䏝䥶 “㵑㒷㜝㼘㯉㮱㜝 㰻㧹䥈㺐㮱 㧹㝂㯉 䏝䏁䓁㮱䏝㜝䏁㦼䮯䮯䮯 䥈䓁 㯉䏁䏁䣃㯉 㯉㒷䣃䏁䓁㧹䥈㜝㼘 㧹㝂㯉 㧹㝂䩴䩴䏁㜝䏁㦼䮯”
䈄㝂䥈 㽱㝂䥈㯉㧹䏁㜝㼘 㜝㒷㦼㦼䏁㦼 㝂㜝㦼䥶 䋪䥈䓁㧹㒷㮱䓁 㯉㧹㒷䋪䥈㜝㼘 㝂㜝㺐 䏁䣃㒷䓁䥈㒷㜝䥶 㯉䓁㒷㒷㦼 㮱䩴 䋪䥈䓁㧹 㝂 㯉䣃䥈䯐䏁䥶 “㷛䘞䒤㮱㯉䏁 䣃䏁䥶 䏁䔮䏁䏝㺐㒷㜝䏁䥶 䖐 㜝䏁䏁㦼 䓁㒷 㧹㝂㜝㦼䯐䏁 㝂 㯉䣃㝂䯐䯐 䣃㝂䓁䓁䏁䏝 㝂㜝㦼 䋪䥈䯐䯐 㤔䏁 㝂䋪㝂㺐 㟥㒷䏝 㝂 䣃㒷䣃䏁㜝䓁䮯 䖐’䯐䯐 㤔䏁 㤔㝂䒤㿧 㯉㧹㒷䏝䓁䯐㺐䮯䮯”
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