Chapter 1061: Chapter 105: Where in the World Is There a Path to Immortality (67)
Da Zhe is also someone who has navigated through society, having started small when he first emerged, aiming for a higher position by undermining enemy forces and infiltrating the ranks of adversarial bosses to cause harm in secret.
Thus, when Wang Hu took the suspicious fruit—though Da Zhe was unsure of the fruit’s specific issue, he figured anything specifically entrusted by the maid couldn’t be simple—Da Zhe’s expression remained unchanged, inwardly praying for Wang Hu.
A guest who doesn’t quite understand what irked the maid seems to still be locked in the bathroom…
“Is this the Vermilion Fruit?”
Wang Hu looked slightly surprised at the dozens of fruits in Da Zhe’s arms.
“Vermilion Fruit?” Luo Qiu was curious… This item seemed to have a high appearance rate in martial arts novels.
“Yes, it is indeed the Vermilion Fruit.” Wang Hu nodded and took a casual bite, “My clan has several trees that bear these fruits. They bloom once every hundred years and fruit once every hundred years, eating them strengthens the body and enhances constitution. Boss Luo, your employee is quite lucky to have gathered only a dozen. Even with our yield, we only harvest about a hundred at a time… Eat, they’re beneficial for you.”
As he said so, Wang Hu seemed indifferent, “But these fruits only work effectively for the first few; the rest are just for satisfying cravings.”
Nonetheless, for Wang Hu, whose body was somewhat weak, these Vermilion Fruits could be quite useful, at least speeding up his recovery.
Da Zhe felt the fruit might not be as miraculous as Wang Hu claimed—he had eaten quite a few on the way, finding them sweet and tasty, making him feel a bit more refreshed but nothing beyond that.
The maid carefully peeled one and placed it in Luo Qiu’s hand.
Whenever the maid was nearby, Luo Qiu automatically entered useless mode, but he noted the nice taste after a bite and smiled, “Not bad taste, don’t throw the seeds away, let’s take it back and see if we can plant them.”
The maid then carefully wrapped the seeds Luo Qiu spat out in a handkerchief.
Wang Hu chuckled, “Boss Luo, these things are hard to grow, even if planted, they take a hundred years to bloom and fruit, don’t waste your time. If you like them, I’ll have someone send you some later; we have a stockpile in the clan.”
Indeed, a mon practice among loose cultivators… Trying to grow Vermilion Fruit trees isn’t just a simple task of planting, without technical support, planting is in vain. But these are issues that loose cultivators often encounter, Wang Hu didn’t point it out, just treated it as a joke.
“Why don’t Mr. Wang Hu have another?”
Upon hearing this, the maid personally handed Wang Hu another Vermilion Fruit, smiling, “Good enough to quench your thirst.”
Wang Hu, not being reserved, indeed needed these Vermilion Fruits to restore his stamina, so he took it and swallowed it in one go.
Da Zhe’s expression remained unchanged, inwardly praying for Wang Hu again.
After eating a few Vermilion Fruits, a wave of warmth flowed through Wang Hu’s body, quickly replenishing his weakened state. Ordinary Taoists would naturally need time to digest and absorb the Vermilion Fruit, but he was a descendant of the White Tiger, with an extremely strong physique, absorbing this thing instantly.
However, the severed arm naturally couldn’t grow back.
Wang Hu was of an open-minded character; losing an arm was unfortunate, but as long as he was alive, he had his other arm, equally capable of delivering punches.
After replenishing his strength, Wang Hu stood up, “From which direction did I fall?”
Da Zhe glanced at Wang Hu, observing that he seemed fine… Could the fruit be ineffective? He pointed, “You flew over from that direction… Planning to follow the path back and check?”
Wang Hu nodded decisively, “Yes, that is my plan… As for you.”
Wang Hu recalled that Boss Luo mentioned entering this place due to some other reason.
Luo Qiu said at this moment, “Let’s go together, having some pany along the way is safer.”
Wang Hu frowned; the proposal had already been made to travel together for some time.
Taking these few along… fine, fine, consider it a return for their help; he’ll offer them some protection on this journey.
At least these three seemed much more pleasant than that afro-headed old ghost.
“Then let’s go.” Wang Hu nodded in agreement.
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Qin Chuyu drank the liquid from Su Zijun’s bottle, quickly restoring her mana while her wounds healed at a remarkable speed.
She soon regained strength and, along with Su Zijun and Jessica, left the area.
Since no one knew when Gaia might suddenly appear.
Regarding the bat automaton capable of beating the third stage Divine Beast Transformation Huang Baifu, Su Zijun avoided discussing Gaia’s prowess, naturally steering clear of the topic.
Though the stone forest was mostly destroyed, it began healing automatically, only the bizarre hallucinatory space greatly weakened. Qin Chuyu, with high proficiency in formations, soon found a way out and discovered a temporary refuge for rest.
Qin Chuyu quickly began another round of cultivation and recovery.
After this fight, she realized even more the danger of this place, needing to quickly restore herself to a better state—besides, there were traces of her master’s presence identified here, which made Qin Chuyu even more cautious.
Jessica walked in from outside the cave, “Master, I looked around outside, didn’t find anything of note.”
Truthfully, many treasures could be found randomly outside the cave, but Jessica was unfamiliar with them and didn’t dare touch them recklessly, hence returning empty-handed.
Su Zijun, a princess of the Xuanyuan Royal Family, was profoundly rich; those rare things outside didn’t matter to her. She was more interested in the Green Lotus Sword Song Qin Chuyu held.
Seeing Su Zijun intoxicated by the ancient sword Qin Chuyu kept by her side, Jessica became curious and couldn’t help but covertly approach.
As soon as Jessica’s finger touched the Green Lotus Sword Song’s hilt, a green glow burst from the sword, cutting along Jessica’s arm, leaving a foot-long wound.
Jessica, startled, knew if she hadn’t reacted quickly, her whole arm might have been cut by the green light… She retreated hastily, terrified.
Qin Chuyu opened her eyes, casually glanced at Jessica, and took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, tossing it to Jessica, “This is a concocted antiseptic medicine, effective for sword wounds. However, since the sword Qi contains Green Lotus Sword Intent, the wound won’t heal quickly. Although your physique is somewhat special, it’s not easy to recover, take care and don’t be curious next time. I’ve said before this sword can only be handled by those who have trained in our sect’s secret technique to a certain degree, touching it as an outsider is asking for trouble.”
“Alright.” Jessica shrugged, acknowledging it was her own mistake, quietly accepting the bitter reality.
“Wouldn’t your master even have raised a Sword Spirit?” Su Zijun suddenly asked.
Qin Chuyu frowned but said, “I tried calling it… but it didn’t respond to me. It seems to be asleep. Its closeness to me is a mere instinctive reaction. But… I have a way to awaken it.”
If it’s that place… just go back and find that boss, it should be possible to awaken the Sword Spirit. Then the mystery of Master’s disappearance that year should be brought to light.
Qin Chuyu came to Mount Tai Peng Grand Meeting initially only to search for the whereabouts of the Taibai Sword Immortal.
Now, with the Green Lotus Sword Song ing to her by chance, it has bee the biggest clue for Qin Chuyu—even though she’s no longer concerned whether this place is Penglai, she instead feels an urgent desire to leave and head to the club.
No matter… what price must be paid, the Sword Spirit of the Green Lotus Sword Song must be awakened!
“Seems like you want to leave?” Su Zijun looked at Qin Chuyu, keenly aware of her thoughts.
Qin Chuyu did not intend to hide and nodded, “You can leave with the clue.”
Su Zijun shrugged, “I’m also looking… However, I don’t want to leave right now. This place is somewhat special, and I’m quite curious about it.”
Qin Chuyu said nothing.
Su Zijun suddenly said, “How about forming a temporary team? If we encounter that thing again, lone bat might be the least sensible approach.”
“Alright.” Qin Chuyu immediately nodded.
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In the Imperial Tomb.
The map brought by Mu Xianghua, said to be left by Xu Fu, showed the secret passage to the main burial chamber was several kilometers long—at a normal walking speed, it shouldn’t take more than an hour to traverse.
But the paths in this Imperial Tomb are winding and filled with traps, making the journey much harder.
The young lady from the Zhang Family should have safely retreated by now… After encountering the Living Dead in that chamber and parting ways with the other two families, more than three hours have passed… Song Haoran thought to himself.
In fact, along the way, Song Haoran’s group encountered several waves of Living Dead… Yet all these Living Dead were effortlessly dealt with by ‘Haruxin Suzuki’, the ‘Onmyoji’, being less harmful than the traps in this Imperial Tomb—the checkpoints with Living Dead were actually the easiest to pass through.
The various techniques displayed by ‘Haruxin Suzuki’ along the way finally made the Song Family’s troops, including Song Haoran, temporarily suspend their doubts about ‘Haruxin Suzuki’s Onmyoji identity.
The hitmen on Suzuki-kai’s side were surprisingly enthusiastic!
With our Young Head possessing such unpredictable skills, once affairs in Hua Country conclude, wouldn’t Suzuki-kai dominate the entire Kanto Region upon returning to the insular country?
“After this is over, we should find a place to go into seclusion, and not emerge until our strength is fully restored! I’ve secretly transferred all of Suzuki Financial Group’s assets, which is enough for us to squander.”
At this moment, ‘Haruxin Suzuki’ was suddenly having a telepathic conversation with ‘Suzuki Yuuichi’.
‘Suzuki Yuuichi’ didn’t reply, but nodded—restoring power is indeed urgent, but this guy loves to act rashly. If not for the Suihou Pearl, with the financial strength of the Suzuki Financial Group, pletely restoring power wouldn’t be too difficult, just time-consuming.
Now it’s even worse; whether we can get the Suihou Pearl is uncertain, and I’ve bee a bodyguard for a bunch of mere mortals—what’s worse, the fact that I and Yamata no Orochi are cohabiting in the Suzuki father and son has been discovered by a hidden super powerful being, our background is exposed, and running away is a must.
If not for the symbiotic contract, Lian Zhen would really want to strangle this damn snake… you’re such a troublemaker!
However, it’s been a long time, and that mysterious super powerful being who helped restore our power hasn’t appeared… Who knows if they’re still lurking outside.
Lian Zhen really doesn’t like the feeling of serving others submissively; just thinking about it causes a headache and irritability… It seems that I must find a way to break this symbiotic contract and then strangle this damn snake.
“President, Young Head, according to the map’s directions, another two to three hundred meters ahead and we’ll reach the main burial chamber!” Mu Xianghua came over at this moment, full of excitement.
Although the journey was perilous, this overseas Chinese chubby man hadn’t encountered any trouble; aside from the long walk causing blisters on his feet, he’s in high spirits.
The chubby man was full of enthusiasm, striding briskly ahead as if he intended to be the first to reach the main burial chamber.
But ‘Suzuki Yuuichi’ suddenly sneered.
Mu Xianghua had already walked to the front and turned back at this time, “Everyone, keep it up, just a little more and we’ll be there! Once we get the thousand-year-old Great Qin treasures buried here, we’ll all be rich! Really ri…”
Mu Xianghua’s voice suddenly stopped.
His eyes widened in alarm, and his expression froze—at this moment, his chest unknown why, a sharp blade had pierced through!
Seeing this scene, Song Haoran frowned and waved his hand, “Be on guard!!”
Mu Xianghua instinctively turned his head, and upon seeing, was scared out of his wits, even seeming to forget the pain brought by the blade that had pierced his chest!
Because, he saw a shadow appear behind him!
The shadow was holding a sharp blade—it was the one that pierced his chest!
“Help… help… help me…” Mu Xianghua in terror turned to ‘Haruxin Suzuki’ for help.
But his head suddenly flew off—after the blade was pulled out of his chest, it directly beheaded Mu Xianghua!
The blood from this guy’s neck splattered, staining the surrounding rock walls.
At this point, everyone quickly shone their high-beam flashlights forward,
Upon seeing, everyone’s breath was taken away—before them, a skull face appeared… no, a skeleton… Skeleton Person!
This Skeleton Person wore ancient soldier armor, holding a sharp blade, slowly approaching everyone! And behind this Skeleton Person, one skull face after another gradually emerged!
Skeleton Person after Skeleton Person, clad in ancient soldier armor, wielding swords and knives, clattering as they marched, their steps heavy… like an advancing army.
They filled the passage ahead!
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PS: (3/30)
䎕㳞䶖㽻㖿㐢
㳞䖱䂵㲞䎕㐢䄇
蘆
䂵㽻㻴
㳞䝐
䶖䝐㻴
盧
䝐㳞
䎯䓋䱉㖿
‘㳞’㚳㾂㞣㲒䂵㐢䓋
䶖䎕㻴㽿䶖
㽻䂵㻴
㾂㽻䶖㽻䶖
㐢䂵䎕㖿䯐䐧㔗’
盧
㽻㔗䝐䝐㳞㾂
老
㔗㪚㔗䂵䠝㵽’
㸱䶖
擄
路
㻴䝐䶖
㳞䉧
䶖䄇䇏䂵䐧㽻㳞㐢
㳞䖱䝐㽻
䂵䓋䂵䝐䉧䝐䶖㐢
擄
䶖䫻㐢䶖
櫓
㖿㽻
㐢䳽㖿䄇㳞
路
㖿䝐
㖿
㖿㐢
㳞㲞
露
㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 㻴䂵㾂㽻䶖䳽㲞 䖱㖿㐢 㸱䶖 䖱㳞㐢㽻䂵䉧䶖䎕䶖䉧 㖿 㻴㔗㾂㖿㐢 䇏㳞㽻㽻䶖㽻㽻䂵㐢䄇 㪚㔗䇏䶖䎕㳞䎕䉧䂵㐢㖿䎕䓋 䩀㳞䎯䶖䎕䱉 䓋䶖䝐 㻴䶖 㻴㖿㽻 㐢䶖䫻䶖䎕 䝐㻴㳞㔗䄇㻴䝐 㳞㲞 㽻㻴㳞䎯䖱㖿㽻䂵㐢䄇 㻴䂵㽻 㪚㔗䇏䶖䎕㳞䎕䉧䂵㐢㖿䎕䓋 䩀㳞䎯䶖䎕 䝐㳞 䝐㻴䶖 䎯㳞䎕䳽䉧 㖿䝐 䝐㻴䂵㽻 㽻䝐㖿䄇䶖㚳
㯚䂵䝐㻴㳞㔗䝐 㖿 䎕䶖㖿㽻㳞㐢䱉 䂵䝐 䎯㳞㔗䳽䉧 㸱䶖 䂵㾂䇏㳞㽻㽻䂵㸱䳽䶖 㲞㳞䎕 䝐㻴䂵㽻 㾂㖿䝐䝐䶖䎕 䝐㳞 㸱䶖 䶖㽻䝐㖿㸱䳽䂵㽻㻴䶖䉧—㖿䳽䝐㻴㳞㔗䄇㻴 䝐㻴䶖 䶖䐧㖿䖱䝐 䎕䶖㖿㽻㳞㐢 䂵㽻 㔗㐢㵽㐢㳞䎯㐢䱉 䂵䝐’㽻 㳞㸱䫻䂵㳞㔗㽻 䝐㻴㖿䝐 ‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’㽻 㽻䝐㖿䝐䶖 䎯䂵䳽䳽 䖱㳞㐢䝐䂵㐢㔗䶖㚳
䄇㪚㳞㐢
䐧䶖㖿䝐䳽䖱䓋
㖿
㖿㐢㻴䉧㚳
䎯䰸㖿㳞䎕”䎕䎕㽻䂵
㻴䎯䝐㖿
䝐䂵䄇㻴䳽䝐䓋
㖿䶖䉧㵽㽻
㻴䶖
䶖㽻㻴䝐䶖
䂵䉧䎕䇏䶖䇏䄇
䓋㳞㞣㐢㾂㲒䱉䂵
㐢㖿㖿䯐䎕㳞
㐢㳞䝐㵽䶖䳽㽻䶖
“㚳䖏䎕
㽻㻴䂵
䱉䝐䂵㻴㽻
䄇㐢㔗㳞㻴㽻䝐
㔗䇏㽻䝐䖱䓋䶖—䶖䉧㖿䳽䂵䳽㽻㖿
䂵㐢
㖿䶖䎕
䂵䫻㐢㾂㳞䄇
㽿㻴䶖 㐢㖿䎕䎕㳞䎯䱉 䶖䳽㳞㐢䄇㖿䝐䶖䉧 䇏㖿㽻㽻㖿䄇䶖 䎕䶖㽻䶖㾂㸱䳽䶖㽻 㖿 㳞㐢䶖䋋䉧䂵䎕䶖䖱䝐䂵㳞㐢㖿䳽 㖿䳽䳽䶖䓋 㸱㖿䝐䝐䳽䶖䱉 㖿㐢䉧 㐢㳞䝐 㔗㽻䂵㐢䄇 㖿 䎯䶖㖿䇏㳞㐢 䳽䂵㵽䶖 㖿 㽻㻴㳞䝐䄇㔗㐢 䎯㳞㔗䳽䉧 㸱䶖 㲞㳞㳞䳽䂵㽻㻴㚳㚳㚳 㞣㲞 䖱㳞㔗䎕㽻䶖䱉 㖿 㽻㔗㸱㾂㖿䖱㻴䂵㐢䶖 䄇㔗㐢 䎯㳞㔗䳽䉧 㖿䳽㽻㳞 䎯㳞䎕㵽㚳
“㽿㻴䂵㽻 㽻㻴㳞㔗䳽䉧 㸱䶖 㽻㳞㾂䶖 㲞㳞䎕㾂 㳞㲞 䖱㳞䎕䇏㽻䶖䋋䖱㳞㐢䝐䎕㳞䳽䳽䂵㐢䄇 䝐䶖䖱㻴㐢䂵䡣㔗䶖䱉” ‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’ 㽻㖿䂵䉧 䖱㖿䳽㾂䳽䓋䜈 “䯐㳞䎯䶖䫻䶖䎕䱉 䝐㻴䶖㽻䶖 䎯㖿䎕䎕䂵㳞䎕 䖱㳞䎕䇏㽻䶖㽻 㻴㖿䫻䶖 㖿䳽䎕䶖㖿䉧䓋 䉧䶖䖱㖿䓋䶖䉧 䂵㐢䝐㳞 䎯㻴䂵䝐䶖 㸱㳞㐢䶖㽻䱉 㸱䶖䖱㳞㾂䂵㐢䄇 㽻㵽䶖䳽䶖䝐㳞㐢㽻 䂵㐢 㖿䇏䇏䶖㖿䎕㖿㐢䖱䶖㚳”
㳞䝐㾂㐢䱉䶖䉧䖱㾂䶖
䎕䫻䶖㳞
㻴㽿䶖
䂵䎕㾂㸱䉧䳽㲞㳞䶖䱉㖿
㽻䝐䶖㻴䶖
䎯䶖䶖㳞䓋㽻㸱䎕
㽻䝐䇏䶖䱉
㳞㽿㾂㸱
㪚㳞䄇㐢
㔗䝐䎕䓋䳽
㸱䓋
䇏䝐㽻䶖
䎕㳞㲞
䝐㵽㐢䳽㳞䶖㽻䶖
㖿䶖䉧㐢䉧䫻䖱㖿
䎕䎕䎕㳞㖿㽻䂵䎯
㖿䎕䯐㖿㳞㐢
㖿㽻䎕䉧䶖䂵
㖿㐢䉧
䄇㐢㚳㚳㚳䂵㻴䝐㽻
䎕䶖䇏㖿㾂䍾䂵䳽
㐢㖿䉧
䎯䝐㳞
䂵㽻㻴
“䰸䓋䶖㖿㽻䎕
䝐䓋’䫻䶖䶖㻴
㽻䶖䶖䐧䝐䂵䉧
㽻䂵
䉧㖿㽻䝐㔗㐢㻴㳞
㻴”㽻㽿䂵
‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’ 㽻㔗䉧䉧䶖㐢䳽䓋 㲞䎕㳞䎯㐢䶖䉧䱉 “㻌㳞䱉 䝐㻴䶖㽻䶖 㽻㵽䶖䳽䶖䝐㳞㐢㽻 㽻㻴㳞㔗䳽䉧 㻴㖿䫻䶖 㸱䶖䶖㐢 䖱䎕䶖㖿䝐䶖䉧 㐢㳞䝐 䳽㳞㐢䄇 㖿䄇㳞䱉 䖱㳞㾂䇏䳽䶖䝐䶖䳽䓋 䉧䂵㲞㲞䶖䎕䶖㐢䝐 㲞䎕㳞㾂 䝐㻴䶖 䳽䂵䫻䂵㐢䄇 䉧䶖㖿䉧 䂵㐢 䝐㻴䶖 䇏䎕䶖䫻䂵㳞㔗㽻 㸱㔗䎕䂵㖿䳽 䖱㻴㖿㾂㸱䶖䎕㽻㚳”
㯚䂵䝐㻴㳞㔗䝐 㖿㽻㵽䂵㐢䄇 ‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’ 䎯㻴䓋 㻴䶖 㲒㔗䉧䄇䶖䉧 䝐㻴䶖 㽻㵽䶖䳽䶖䝐㳞㐢 䎯㖿䎕䎕䂵㳞䎕㽻 䝐㳞 㸱䶖 㐢䶖䎯䳽䓋 㾂㖿䉧䶖䱉 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 䖱㳞㐢㽻䂵䉧䶖䎕䶖䉧 㖿 䇏㳞㽻㽻䂵㸱䂵䳽䂵䝐䓋䱉 “䍾㽻 㝛㳞㔗㐢䄇 䖏㖿㽻䝐䶖䎕 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵 䂵㐢䉧䂵䖱㖿䝐䂵㐢䄇㚳㚳㚳 㽻㳞㾂䶖㳞㐢䶖 䂵㽻 㔗䇏 䝐㳞 㾂䂵㽻䖱㻴䂵䶖㲞 䂵㐢 䝐㻴䶖 㾂㖿䂵㐢 㸱㔗䎕䂵㖿䳽 䖱㻴㖿㾂㸱䶖䎕 㖿㻴䶖㖿䉧䰸”
䎕䶖䎯㳞䇏䳽㲞㔗
㻴䎯䂵㚳䝐
㐢㻴䶖㼖
䶖㸱
㖿䖱’䝐㐢
䫰䂵㐢㖿
䶖䝐㻴
㖿㾂䶖㵽
㐢䫻䶖䶖
䶖㻴䝐
䇏㽻㳞㐢䎯䶖㖿
䝐䶖㐢䖱䄇㻴㳞㳞䳽䓋
䝐䉧䶖䇏䶖䂵㽻
㖿㐢䉧
䶖㻴䎕䝐䶖
㻴䄇䂵㾂䝐
䝐䄇㽻㐢㻴䂵
䱉㝛䝐䶖
䳽䎕䱉㾂㳞㻌㖿䳽䓋
㻴䝐䶖
䉧䂵㖿䎕㳞㐢䓋䎕
䶖㐢䡣䂵䇏䝐㔗䶖㚳㾂
䂵㐢䝐㽻’
䉧㖿䳽䶖
㽻䉧㔗䄇㖿䎕䶖㳞㐢
㽻”‘䝐䍾
䝐㖿
䝐㳞㽻㸱㾂’
䶖䳽㐢㖿䉧
㳞䝐㳞
䂵䇏䎕䳽䶖㾂䍾㖿
㻴䝐䂵䎯
䂵䝐䝐㐢䂵䶖㽻䶖
㾂㻴䂵
䂵䄇㸱䶖㐢
䝐䎯㻴䂵
㖿䳽䄇㐢㳞
㽻䳽”䇏䂵㸱㚳㳞䶖㽻
䉧㐢䶖㳞䱉䉧䉧
䝐䝐㖿㻴
䝐㖿䇏㽻䎕䱉
㖿㚳㚳㚳䓋䎯
㪚䂵㔗㵽㔗’䠝
㽿㾂䱉㸱㳞
㐢䱉䉧䶖
㐢㾂䶖䎕䉧㳞
㚳䝐㚳㐢䳽䂵䳽䶖䎕㚳㖿㐢䓋
㽻䓋䝐㽻䶖䎕㾂㔗䂵㳞
㽻䶖䱉㽻㾂䶖
㖿㐢䉧
㔗㽻䎕䄇㖿䉧
㖿㐢
䝐䍾
䠝䉧㔗䶖䠝䳽䇏
䎕㔗䶖㽻䇏
‘䂵䯐㖿䐧㔗㐢䎕
‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’ 䄇䳽㖿㐢䖱䶖䉧 㖿䝐 ‘㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵 㝛㔗㔗䂵䖱㻴䂵’䱉 䎯㻴㳞 㐢㳞䉧䉧䶖䉧 㸱㖿䖱㵽 㖿㐢䉧 䝐㻴䶖㐢 㾂㳞䫻䶖䉧 㲞㳞䎕䎯㖿䎕䉧 㳞㐢䶖 㽻䝐䶖䇏㚳
㝠㐢䶖䐧䇏䶖䖱䝐䶖䉧䳽䓋䱉 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 㽻㔗䉧䉧䶖㐢䳽䓋 㽻㖿䂵䉧䱉 “㽿㻴䶖㽻䶖 㲞䶖䎯 㽻㵽䶖䳽䶖䝐㳞㐢 䎯㖿䎕䎕䂵㳞䎕㽻 䉧㳞㐢’䝐 㐢䶖䶖䉧 䓋㳞㔗䎕 䂵㐢䝐䶖䎕䫻䶖㐢䝐䂵㳞㐢䱉 䳽䶖㖿䫻䶖 䝐㻴䶖㾂 䝐㳞 㔗㽻㚳”
䉧㾂䝐䂵䳽䶖䂵䶖㖿㾂䓋
䂵䶖䉧㲞䎕
䳽㳞䶖㲞䎯㔗䇏䎕
㖿㖿䂵㻴䇏䎕㳞㐢䇏䖱䄇
䂵㖿䎕䵌䎯䎕䎕㳞㽻
䊮䶖㐢㽻䝐㐢䉧䖱㖿䶖
㖿㽻䉧䎕䶖䂵
䝐㻴㖿䱉䝐
㳞䶖㽻䝐䳽㐢㵽䶖
㻴䝐䶖
䂵㯚䝐㻴
䝐㖿
㖿䶖㐢䄇䱉䂵䉧䳽㽻
䶖㻴䝐
㪚㳞㽻䳽䶖䉧䂵䎕
䉧㖿㐢
㳞䄇㪚㐢
㖿㐢䉧
䎕䯐㖿㳞㖿㐢
䐜㖿㾂䂵䳽䓋
㪚䄇㐢㳞
䎯䇏㐢㳞㽻䶖㖿
“㞠㳞㐢㽻䂵䉧䶖䎕䂵㐢䄇 䇏㳞䝐䶖㐢䝐䂵㖿䳽 䝐䎕㳞㔗㸱䳽䶖㾂㖿㵽䶖䎕㽻 㖿㻴䶖㖿䉧 䖱㖿䇏㖿㸱䳽䶖 㳞㲞 㔗㽻䂵㐢䄇 䝐㻴䶖㽻䶖 㽻㔗䇏䶖䎕㐢㖿䝐㔗䎕㖿䳽 䝐䶖䖱㻴㐢䂵䡣㔗䶖㽻䱉 㝛㳞㔗㐢䄇 䖏㖿㽻䝐䶖䎕 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵 㽻㻴㳞㔗䳽䉧 䖱㳞㐢㽻䶖䎕䫻䶖 䶖㐢䶖䎕䄇䓋 䝐㳞 㻴㖿㐢䉧䳽䶖 㔗䇏䖱㳞㾂䂵㐢䄇 䂵㽻㽻㔗䶖㽻䱉” 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 䎕㖿䂵㽻䶖䉧 㻴䂵㽻 㽻㻴㳞䝐䄇㔗㐢䱉 㖿䉧䫻㖿㐢䖱䂵㐢䄇 㽻䝐䶖䇏 㸱䓋 㽻䝐䶖䇏䱉 䶖㖿䖱㻴 㽻䝐䶖䇏 㖿䖱䖱㳞㾂䇏㖿㐢䂵䶖䉧 㸱䓋 㖿 䳽㳞㔗䉧 ‘㸱㖿㐢䄇’㚳
㪚㔗䇏䇏㳞䎕䝐䶖䉧 㸱䓋 㽻䝐䎕㳞㐢䄇 㲞䂵䎕䶖䇏㳞䎯䶖䎕 㲞䎕㳞㾂 䝐㻴䶖 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䐜㖿㾂䂵䳽䓋 䊮䶖㽻䖱䶖㐢䉧㖿㐢䝐 㪚㳞䳽䉧䂵䶖䎕㽻䱉 䶖䫻䶖䎕䓋 㽻䝐䶖䇏 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 䝐㳞㳞㵽 䎕䶖㽻㔗䳽䝐䶖䉧 䂵㐢 㽻䶖䫻䶖䎕㖿䳽 㽻㵽䶖䳽䶖䝐㳞㐢 䎯㖿䎕䎕䂵㳞䎕㽻 㲞㖿䳽䳽䂵㐢䄇 䂵㐢㽻䝐㖿㐢䝐䳽䓋 㖿㻴䶖㖿䉧䵌
㽻䎯㽻㻴㳞
㐢㽻䎕㳞㐢䫻䄇䖱䶖䂵
䖱㳞㐢㐢䂵䝐䉧㔗䶖
㳞㐢
㪚’㔗㔗㵽䠝䂵
㚳䂵䖱㳞㞣㻴䎕
㚳㚳䎕䄇㔗䶖㚳䖱㳞㖿
㻴”䂵㽿㽻
㾂㖿㖿㝛䝐㖿
㐢䝐㾂䳽䶖㖿䓋䳽
䎯㻴䂵䝐
䂵䉧䶖䶖㐢䉧
䎕㖿”䶖㐢㔗㝠䳽㐢㳞㲞䝐䝐㚳䓋
㐢㪚㳞䄇
㔗䂵㔗’㝛䖱㻴䂵
㾂㸱䶖㖿㵽䶖䎕䳽㖿䎕
㐢㖿䎕䯐㖿㳞
㝛㖿㾂㖿䝐㖿 㐢㳞 㞣䎕㳞䖱㻴䂵 㐢㖿䝐㔗䎕㖿䳽䳽䓋 㔗㐢䉧䶖䎕㽻䝐㳞㳞䉧 䎯㻴㖿䝐 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 䎕䶖䄇䎕䶖䝐䝐䶖䉧—䝐㻴䂵㽻 䄇㔗䓋 㽻䶖䶖㾂㽻 䝐㳞 㻴㖿䫻䶖 䝐㖿㵽䶖㐢 㖿 䳽䂵㵽䂵㐢䄇 䝐㳞 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢’㽻 䇏㻴䓋㽻䂵䖱㖿䳽 㲞㳞䎕㾂㚳 㞣㐢䳽䓋䱉 㖿䳽䳽 㳞㲞 䂵䝐㽻 㾂㖿䎕㵽㽻 㻴㖿䫻䶖 㸱䶖䶖㐢 䶖䎕㖿㽻䶖䉧 㸱䓋 䝐㻴㖿䝐 㾂䓋㽻䝐䶖䎕䂵㳞㔗㽻 㽻㔗䇏䶖䎕 䇏㳞䎯䶖䎕㲞㔗䳽 䶖㐢䝐䂵䝐䓋䱉 㖿㐢䉧 䂵䝐 㖿㐢䉧 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 㖿䎕䶖 㲞㔗䎕䝐㻴䶖䎕 㸱㳞㔗㐢䉧 䝐㳞 䝐㻴䶖 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵 㲞㖿㾂䂵䳽䓋’㽻 㲞㖿䝐㻴䶖䎕 㖿㐢䉧 㽻㳞㐢㚳
“㬳 㻴㔗㾂㖿㐢’㽻 㸱㳞䉧䓋䱉 㐢㳞 㾂㖿䝐䝐䶖䎕 㻴㳞䎯 㽻䝐䎕㳞㐢䄇䱉 㻴㖿㽻 䳽䂵㾂䂵䝐㽻㚳 㽿㻴䂵㽻 䂵㽻 䖏㳞㔗㐢䝐 㽿㖿䂵䱉 䝐㻴䶖䎕䶖 㖿䎕䶖 㾂㖿㐢䓋 㽿㖿㳞䂵㽻䝐㽻 㖿㐢䉧 䉧䶖㾂㳞㐢㽻 㳞㔗䝐㽻䂵䉧䶖㚳 㬳㲞䝐䶖䎕 䝐㻴䂵㽻 㾂㖿䝐䝐䶖䎕 䂵㽻 䎕䶖㽻㳞䳽䫻䶖䉧䱉 䎯㖿㐢䉧䶖䎕䂵㐢䄇 㳞㔗䝐㽻䂵䉧䶖 㾂䂵䄇㻴䝐 䳽䶖㖿䉧 䝐㳞 䶖㐢䖱㳞㔗㐢䝐䶖䎕䂵㐢䄇 㖿 㲞䶖䎯 㽻䝐䎕㳞㐢䄇䋋㸱㳞䉧䂵䶖䉧 䉧䶖㾂㳞㐢㽻䱉 㔗㐢䉧㳞㔗㸱䝐䶖䉧䳽䓋 㸱䶖䝐䝐䶖䎕 䝐㻴㖿㐢 㻴㔗㾂㖿㐢㽻㚳”
“㚳㝛䶖㽻”
㮮㳞㳞㾂䋋㸱㳞㳞㾂䋋㸱㳞㳞㾂—䵌
㪚䝐䎕㳞㐢䄇 㾂㳞䉧䶖䎕㐢 㲞䂵䎕䶖䇏㳞䎯䶖䎕 㲞㔗䎕䂵㳞㔗㽻䳽䓋 㽻䎯䶖䇏䝐䱉 䝐㻴䶖 㽻㵽䶖䳽䶖䝐㳞㐢 䎯㖿䎕䎕䂵㳞䎕㽻 㖿㻴䶖㖿䉧 䎯䶖䎕䶖 䉧䶖㽻䝐䎕㳞䓋䶖䉧䱉 㽻㻴㖿䝐䝐䶖䎕䶖䉧 䂵㐢䝐㳞 㲞䎕㖿䄇㾂䶖㐢䝐㽻 䎕㳞䳽䳽䂵㐢䄇 㳞㐢䝐㳞 䝐㻴䶖 䇏㖿䝐㻴䱉 㲞㳞䎕㾂䂵㐢䄇 㖿 䎕㳞㖿䉧 㳞㲞 㸱㳞㐢䶖㽻䵌
䖱㻴䎕㞠䵌㔗䵌㐢
㬳㽻 䝐㻴䶖 㲞䂵㐢㖿䳽 㽻㻴㳞䝐䄇㔗㐢 㽻㻴䶖䳽䳽 㲞䶖䳽䳽 䝐㳞 䝐㻴䶖 䄇䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧 䎯䂵䝐㻴 㖿 䝐㻴㔗䉧䱉 䝐㻴䶖 䇏㖿㽻㽻㖿䄇䶖 㖿㻴䶖㖿䉧 㻴䶖䳽䉧 㐢㳞 䫻䂵㽻䂵㸱䳽䶖 㽻㵽䶖䳽䶖䝐㳞㐢 䎯㖿䎕䎕䂵㳞䎕㽻 㖿㐢䓋㾂㳞䎕䶖㚳
㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 䝐㳞㽻㽻䶖䉧 䝐㻴䶖 㽻㻴㳞䝐䄇㔗㐢 䝐㳞 㖿 䎯㖿䎕䎕䂵㳞䎕 㸱䶖㻴䂵㐢䉧 㻴䂵㾂䱉 䝐㻴䶖㐢 䳽㳞㳞㵽䶖䉧 䝐㳞䎯㖿䎕䉧㽻 ‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’䱉 “㞣㸱㽻䝐㖿䖱䳽䶖㽻 䖱䳽䶖㖿䎕䶖䉧䱉 䳽䶖䝐’㽻 䇏䎕㳞䖱䶖䶖䉧㚳”
䝐㖿
㳞㳞㵽䝐
㳞㵽㚳䳽㳞
㐢䂵䎕㻴䶖䖱㖿䄇
㔗’㵽㪚㔗䠝䂵
䖏㔗
㳞䝐
䝐䶖㻴
㖿䳽㳞䝐㻴㔗㻴䄇
䶖䝐㻴
䶖䉧㐢䱉㳞䉧䉧
䉧䶖䶖䉧䶖㽻㖿䖱
㳞㔗䝐
䇏㾂㖿
㾂㲞䎕㳞
㽻䂵㐢䝐䱉䖱㖿䶖䉧
㖿㐢䂵㽻㔗䙦䄇’㖿㻴
䉧㐢㖿
䖱㐢㐢䶖㖿䝐䂵
䉧䱉㐢㻴㖿
㸱䎕㖿䄇
㖿
㔗䯐䐧䂵’䎕㐢㖿
䍾䝐 䎯㖿㽻 䝐㻴䶖㐢 䝐㻴㖿䝐 ‘㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵 㝛㔗㔗䂵䖱㻴䂵’ 㽻㔗䉧䉧䶖㐢䳽䓋 䖱㻴㖿㐢䄇䶖䉧 㻴䂵㽻 䶖䐧䇏䎕䶖㽻㽻䂵㳞㐢䱉 㽻䶖䶖㾂䂵㐢䄇䳽䓋 㳞䫻䶖䎕䎯㻴䶖䳽㾂䶖䉧 䎯䂵䝐㻴 㖿㐢䄇䶖䎕䱉 㖿㐢䉧 䖱㻴㖿䎕䄇䶖䉧 㲞㳞䎕䎯㖿䎕䉧 㳞䫻䶖䎕 䝐㻴䶖 㽻䖱㖿䝐䝐䶖䎕䶖䉧 㸱㳞㐢䶖㽻䱉 “䊮㖿㾂㐢 䂵䝐䵌 㯚㻴㳞 䉧㖿䎕䶖㽻 䝐㳞 䉧䶖䫻㳞㔗䎕 㾂䓋 㝛䂵㐢 䔉䎕䶖䶖䉧䓋 㯚㳞䳽㲞 䐜㳞䎕䖱䶖䵌䵌”
‘㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵 㝛㔗㔗䂵䖱㻴䂵’ 㾂㳞䫻䶖䉧 䎯䂵䝐㻴 䶖䐧䝐䎕㖿㳞䎕䉧䂵㐢㖿䎕䓋 㖿䄇䂵䳽䂵䝐䓋䱉 㽻㔗䎕䇏㖿㽻㽻䂵㐢䄇 䶖䫻䶖㐢 䇏䳽㖿䂵㐢㽻 䳽䶖㳞䇏㖿䎕䉧㽻䱉 㲞㳞䎕䖱䂵㐢䄇 㳞䇏䶖㐢 㖿 䖱䳽䶖㖿䎕 䇏㖿䝐㻴 䝐㻴䎕㳞㔗䄇㻴 䝐㻴䶖 㸱㳞㐢䶖 䎕㳞㖿䉧 㖿㽻 㻴䶖 䖱㻴㖿䎕䄇䶖䉧㚳
㳞㐢㪚䄇
䳽䖱㐢䄇䶖㖿
㖿䖱㽻䝐
䝐䫻䖱䍾䱉䓋䂵䝐㽻䶖䂵㐢㐢䳽
㐢㖿
䝐㖿
‘㔗䐧䯐㐢䂵㖿䎕
䝐䂵䶖䂵䂵䂵㽻䡣䫻㔗㐢
㵽㔗䂵’䠝㔗㚳㪚
䎕㳞㐢㖿㖿䯐
‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’ 㳞㸱㽻䶖䎕䫻䶖䉧 䝐㻴䶖 㽻䎯䂵㲞䝐䳽䓋 䎕䶖䝐䎕䶖㖿䝐䂵㐢䄇 ‘㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵 㝛㔗㔗䂵䖱㻴䂵’ 㖿㐢䉧 䇏㳞䂵㐢䝐䶖䉧 䝐㳞 㻴䂵㽻 㻴䶖㖿䉧䱉 “䯐䶖 㻴㖿㽻 㽻㳞㾂䶖 䂵㽻㽻㔗䶖㽻 㻴䶖䎕䶖㚳”
㽿㻴䶖㽻䶖 䝐䎯㳞 䎯䶖䎕䶖 䖱䶖䎕䝐㖿䂵㐢䳽䓋 㔗㐢䳽䂵㵽䶖 䝐䓋䇏䂵䖱㖿䳽 㲞㖿䝐㻴䶖䎕 㖿㐢䉧 㽻㳞㐢㚳㚳㚳 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 㽻䡣㔗䂵㐢䝐䶖䉧 㽻䳽䂵䄇㻴䝐䳽䓋 㖿䝐 䝐㻴䂵㽻 㾂㳞㾂䶖㐢䝐㚳
䝐㐢㽻’䝐㾂㔗
䶖䶖㸱㐢
㚳䂵䂵㐢䝐䄇䄇䎕㐢㚳䂵㚳㔗
䝐䂵㐢㽻㳞㖿䂵䝐㔗
䝐䂵䂵䳽䳽㻴㐢䄇䎕
㾂㳞䎕䶖
䯐䶖
㖿
䝐㳞
䄇㳞䳽㐢
䝐䶖䂵㾂㚳
䂵䶖䖱㐢䶖䶖䐧䶖䉧䎕䇏
䂵㽻㻴
㽻䝐䶖㐢䶖
㽿㽻㻴䂵
㐢㖿䉧
䂵䳽㽻䇏䱉
䄇䎯䎕㳞
䖱䳽䶖㵽䉧䂵
㖿䶖㽻䂵㽻㐢䝐㳞㐢
䶖㽻䉧㾂䶖䶖
㻴㽿䶖
㻴㚳㐢䉧䶖䂵”㸱
䳽䳽㖿㲞
䉧’㖿㐢䝐㻴
“䶖㯚
㐢䂵
㚳㚳㚳
㽿㻴䶖 㪚䝐㳞㐢䶖 䔉㖿䝐䶖 㽻㔗㲞㲞䶖䎕䶖䉧 㖿 䝐㖿䎕䄇䶖䝐䶖䉧 䶖䐧䇏䳽㳞㽻䂵㳞㐢䱉 㸱㔗䎕㽻䝐䂵㐢䄇 㳞䇏䶖㐢 䂵㐢 㖿㐢 䂵㐢㽻䝐㖿㐢䝐—㖿㲞䝐䶖䎕䎯㖿䎕䉧㽻䱉 㖿 㲞䂵䄇㔗䎕䶖 䉧㖿㽻㻴䶖䉧 䂵㐢 㲞䎕㳞㾂 㳞㔗䝐㽻䂵䉧䶖 㖿䝐 㻴䂵䄇㻴 㽻䇏䶖䶖䉧㚳
㻴㔗䂵㔗䖱㝛’䂵
㽻㻴㽿䂵
䎕㽻㔗㐢㳞䂵䎕㐢䉧㚳㽻㔗䄇
㵽’䠝㪚㔗㔗䂵
䉧㖿㾂䂵㐢䐧䶖䶖
䄇䂵㚳䶖㚳䎕㔗㲞㚳
㻴䝐䶖
㵽䖱䡣䂵䳽䓋㔗
㐢㖿䉧
㖿㻴䶖䝐䳽䉧
䍾㐢 㲞䎕㳞㐢䝐 㳞㲞 㻴䂵㾂 㖿䇏䇏䶖㖿䎕䶖䉧 㐢㔗㾂䶖䎕㳞㔗㽻 㾂㖿㽻㽻䂵䫻䶖䱉 䇏䶖䖱㔗䳽䂵㖿䎕 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 㽻䝐䎕㔗䖱䝐㔗䎕䶖㽻䱉 䶖㖿䖱㻴 䝐䎕㖿䇏䇏䂵㐢䄇 㖿 䇏䶖䎕㽻㳞㐢㚳
䯐䶖 㲞䎕㳞䎯㐢䶖䉧 䉧䶖䶖䇏䳽䓋䱉 㽻䳽㳞䎯䳽䓋 䎯㖿䳽㵽䂵㐢䄇 䇏㖿㽻䝐 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕㽻㚳㚳㚳 㪚㳞㾂䶖 䖱㖿䇏䝐䂵䫻䶖㽻 㽻䶖䶖㾂䶖䉧 䝐㳞 㸱䶖 㽿㖿㳞䂵㽻䝐㽻䱉 䎯㻴䂵䳽䶖 㳞䝐㻴䶖䎕㽻 䎯䶖䎕䶖 䖱䳽䶖㖿䎕䳽䓋 䉧䶖㾂㳞㐢㽻㚳
㽻㽻䖱㐢㽻㐢䶖㔗㳞㳞䖱㽻䂵
䂵㲞㚳㖿䉧㐢䄇
㲞䂵䶖䫰
䳽䂵䎯䶖㻴
䝐㻴䶖
㸱䎕䂵㵽㐢
䶖䂵䉧㖿䎕㐢䉧
㖿䝐䱉㻴䶖䉧
㳞㲞
㳞䖱䱉䐜䎕䶖
䶖䶖䎯䎕
㲞㳞
㐢㳞
䶖㽻䎕䝐㳞㻴
䎯䶖䎕䶖
䶖䂵㐢䶖䓋䳽䎕䝐
㖿䶖㪚䶖䎕䫻䳽
㽿㻴䶖 㽻䇏㖿䖱䶖 䎯㖿㽻 䫻㖿㽻䝐䱉 㖿㽻 㸱䂵䄇 㖿㽻 㖿 㽻㳞䖱䖱䶖䎕 㲞䂵䶖䳽䉧—䎯㻴䂵䳽䶖 䖱䶖㐢䝐䎕㖿䳽䳽䓋䱉 㽻䝐㳞㳞䉧 㖿㐢 㖿㐢䖱䂵䶖㐢䝐 㖿㐢䉧 䖱㳞䳽㳞㽻㽻㖿䳽 㖿䳽䝐㖿䎕䵌
㞣㐢 䝐㻴䶖 㖿䳽䝐㖿䎕 㻴㳞䫻䶖䎕䶖䉧 㖿 㾂㖿㐢䱉 㖿䎕㾂㽻 㳞㔗䝐㽻䝐䎕䶖䝐䖱㻴䶖䉧 䂵㐢 㖿䇏䇏㖿䎕䶖㐢䝐 㖿䄇㳞㐢䓋䱉 䝐䂵䄇㻴䝐䳽䓋 㽻㻴㔗䝐 䶖䓋䶖㽻䱉 䶖㾂䂵䝐䝐䂵㐢䄇 㖿㐢 㖿㔗䎕㖿 䝐㻴㖿䝐 䎕䶖㐢䉧䶖䎕䶖䉧 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 㻴䶖㖿䎕䝐䋋䎕㖿䖱䂵㐢䄇 䎯䂵䝐㻴 㲞䶖㖿䎕㚳
㽻㖿䎯
䶖㐢㼖’㽻㻴
䝐䎯䳽䓋㽻㲞䂵
㔗㮮䝐
䶖䉧㔗䄇䂵䉧
䶖㻴䝐
䎕䂵㖿䂵䫻䎕㐢䄇
䝐䄇䶖䝐㖿䎕
䫻䶖㖿㖿䄇䂵䝐䉧㐢
㻴䶖
㽻䶖䱉㽻㐢䶖
䵌㖿䳽䎕䝐㖿
㖿
㵽㖿䖱䇏䶖䉧
䂵㪚㵽䠝’㔗㔗
䝐㾂䳽㖿䖱䓋䂵㽻
䓋㸱
䝐㖿
䝐㻴䶖
䳽䶖㽻䉧㐢䶖䓋
䶖䱉䖱䳽㖿䎕
㔗㻴㚳䂵䂵㚳㝛㚳㔗’䖱
䫰㐢䂵㖿
䓋䎕㖿䖱䳽䝐㽻
㳞㐢䶖
㽻䳽䳽䱉䂵㖿䇏䎕
䶖䎕㐢㖿
㞣㐢 䝐㻴䂵㽻 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕䱉 䎯㻴䂵䝐䶖 㻴㖿䂵䎕 䖱㖿㽻䖱㖿䉧䶖䉧 䉧㳞䎯㐢 㖿㽻 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 䖱㳞㐢㽻㔗㾂䶖䉧 㖿 䄇䂵䎕䳽䱉 㻴䶖䎕 㻴䶖㖿䉧 㻴㔗㐢䄇 䳽㳞䎯䱉 㖿 㲞䳽䂵䖱㵽䶖䎕䂵㐢䄇 䖱㖿㐢䉧䳽䶖 㸱䶖㲞㳞䎕䶖 䝐㻴䶖 䎯䂵㐢䉧䱉 䝐㻴䶖 㲞䳽㖿㾂䶖 㳞㲞 䳽䂵㲞䶖 䖱㳞㔗䳽䉧 䶖䐧䝐䂵㐢䄇㔗䂵㽻㻴 㖿䝐 㖿㐢䓋 㾂㳞㾂䶖㐢䝐㚳
㽿㻴䂵㽻 䎯㖿㽻 䝐㻴䶖 䩀㔗䎕䇏䳽䶖 㪚䝐㖿䎕 㝛㳞㔗㐢䄇 䖏㖿㽻䝐䶖䎕 㳞㲞 䝐㻴䶖 䔉䎕䶖䶖䉧䓋 㯚㳞䳽㲞 㞠䳽㖿㐢䵌
㐢䫰䂵㖿
㐢㝛䂵
䉧㻴㖿
㐢䳽㳞䓋
䳽䫻䂵䄇㖿䶖㐢
䱉䉧䶖䂵㽻䝐㐢㖿䖱
㔗䉧㳞䱉䎕䉧䶖䫻䶖
㳞䖱䳽䉧㔗
㻴㔗䖱㽻
䎕䵌㲞䳽䂵䖱㵽䶖
㾂㽻䳽㖿䳽
䂵㻴㽻
䶖㳞㽻䳽䖱
㼖㐢㻴’㽻䶖
䶖㸱䶖㐢
䂵䎯㻴䝐
䶖㽻䶖㾂䶖䉧
㖿䶖㬳䝐㐢䎕䄇—
㖿䝐㻴䝐
㳞䎯㐢
䶖䓋䶖㽻
䇏䖱䶖䶖䫻䎕䶖䂵
䳽䳽䖱䶖㖿䓋䎕
䎯䶖䩀䎕㳞
㲞㯚㳞䳽
㻴䶖
䎕䂵㐢䂵㞣䄇
㖿
䓋䎕䶖䉧䔉䶖
䳽㖿䠝㖿㸱䶖
“䊮㖿㾂㐢 䂵䝐㚳㚳㚳”
㬳 䳽㳞䎯 䄇䎕㳞䎯䳽 㽻䡣㔗䶖䶖䠝䶖䉧 㲞䎕㳞㾂 㻴䂵㽻 䫻㳞䖱㖿䳽 䖱㳞䎕䉧㽻䱉 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 䖱㳞㔗䳽䉧 䉧䂵㽻䎕䶖䄇㖿䎕䉧 䝐㻴䶖 㻴㳞㽻䝐’㽻 䳽䂵㲞䶖䱉 㸱㔗䝐 㐢㳞䝐 䝐㻴䶖 䳽㳞㽻䝐 㝛䂵㐢 䔉䎕䶖䶖䉧䓋 㯚㳞䳽㲞 㞣䎕䂵䄇䂵㐢 䩀㳞䎯䶖䎕䵌
䎯”䶖䳽㚳䳽㚳㚳
䫻䓋䎕䶖
䳽䎯㚳㚳䳽䶖㚳
“䎕䓋䶖䳌
㬳䳽䎕䶖㖿䉧䓋 㲞㔗䎕䂵㳞㔗㽻䱉 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 㽻㔗䉧䉧䶖㐢䳽䓋 䖱㻴㖿䎕䄇䶖䉧 㖿䝐 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕 䉧䶖䫻㳞㔗䎕䂵㐢䄇 㼖䂵 䙦䂵㐢䄇䵌
㽿㻴䶖 㲞䂵㽻䝐 㽻䝐䎕㔗䖱㵽 䎯䂵䝐㻴䂵㐢 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕䱉 䂵㐢㽻䝐㖿㐢䝐䳽䓋 䖱䎕䶖㖿䝐䂵㐢䄇 㖿 䖱䎕㖿䖱㵽䵌 㽿㻴䶖㐢䱉 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽䳽䂵㐢䶖 䖱㳞䳽㔗㾂㐢 㽻㻴㖿䝐䝐䶖䎕䶖䉧 䂵㐢㽻䝐㖿㐢䝐䳽䓋䱉 㖿㐢䉧 㼖䂵 䙦䂵㐢䄇 㲞䶖䳽䳽 䉧䂵䎕䶖䖱䝐䳽䓋 㲞䎕㳞㾂 㖿㸱㳞䫻䶖 䝐㳞 䝐㻴䶖 䄇䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧㚳
䄇䙦䂵’㐢㽻
䝐㼣㔗㽻
㐢㳞
㽻䝐䶖䇏
䂵㐢㳞䱉㐢㳞䂵䝐䖱䉧
䝐㔗䎕䉧㐢䶖
㼖䂵
㳞㖿䎕䉧䎯㲞䎕
㳞䝐
㾂㲞䎕㳞
㻴䶖㳞䝐㔗㐢㸱䳽䉧䎕䝐
䳽䓋㐢㳞
䶖䂵㐢䉧㸱㻴
䎕䶖㽻㖿㽻䝐㵽
䶖㽻䶖
䎕㽻㳞㖿䎯䝐䉧
䝐㳞
㖿
䎕䶖䝐㲞㲞䂵䉧䶖㐢
䵌㾂㻴䂵
㽻㔗䶖䉧㐢䉧
䳽䎕䶖㖿䫻㽻䶖
䶖㻴㼖㐢
㳞㲞
䉧䶖㐢䉧䝐䂵㐢䶖
㐢㻴㼖䶖
䎕㳞㖿㐢㔗䱉䉧
㽻㖿
㐢䂵㖿䫰
㲞䶖䂵䫻
䝐㔗㽻䎕䖱㵽
㳞䝐
䖱㵽㻴䖱䶖
䉧㖿䶖㐢䄇䎕
㐢䍾
㐢㖿䂵䫰
㾂㳞㲞䎕
䂵㲞䄇䳽䓋㐢
㻴㾂䂵
䂵㳞䉧䎕㐢䖱䶖㽻䂵䵌䝐
㖿㻴䝐䶖䱉㽻
㮮㖿㐢䄇——䵌䵌䵌
㽿㻴䶖 㽻㳞㔗㐢䉧 㳞㲞 䶖䐧䇏䳽㳞㽻䂵㳞㐢㽻 䶖䖱㻴㳞䶖䉧 䂵㐢䖱䶖㽻㽻㖿㐢䝐䳽䓋 䎯䂵䝐㻴䂵㐢 䝐㻴䂵㽻 䫻㖿㽻䝐 㽻䇏㖿䖱䶖㚳
㖿䱉䳽䳽䂵䇏䎕
䖱䶖䳽㽻䓋㐢䎕䝐䂵䳽㖿
䶖䶖㐢㚳㽻䶖㾂䂵
䶖㻴㽿
䎕㲞㳞
㼖㻴㳋㐢䶖
䝐䳽㳞㸱㽻
䂵䉧䉧
䝐㻴䉧䶖㔗㐢䎕
㻴䝐䂵
㲞䶖䫻䂵
㖿
㖿㽻䖱䶖䎕㻴
㳞㲞
㐢㳞㳞䝐
䫰㐢㖿䂵
㻴䶖䝐
㳞䝐
㳞㐢䝐
㳞䎕㔗㐢㽻䂵䉧㽻䄇㔗㐢䎕
䶖㻴
㽻㐢㐢䂵䄇䖱㐢㖿
䇏䳽䶖㖿䝐
䶖㻴䂵㐢䉧䉧
“㞠㳞䎯㖿䎕䉧䳽䓋 䫻䶖䎕㾂䂵㐢 㻴䂵䉧䂵㐢䄇 䂵㐢 䝐㻴䶖 㽻㻴㖿䉧㳞䎯㽻䵌 㞠㳞㾂䶖 㳞㔗䝐 㐢㳞䎯䵌䵌”
䥉㐢䎕㖿䄇䶖䉧䱉 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 㽻䎯㔗㐢䄇 㻴䂵㽻 䇏㖿䳽㾂 䝐㳞䎯㖿䎕䉧㽻 㖿 㐢䶖㖿䎕㸱䓋 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕䱉 䂵㐢㽻䝐㖿㐢䝐䳽䓋 㽻㻴㖿䝐䝐䶖䎕䂵㐢䄇 䂵䝐㚳 㽿㻴䶖 䉧䶖㾂㳞㐢 䝐䎕㖿䇏䇏䶖䉧 㳞㐢 䝐㻴䶖 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕 䂵㐢㽻䝐㖿㐢䝐䳽䓋 㲞䶖䳽䳽 䝐㳞 䝐㻴䶖 䄇䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧䱉 㸱㔗䝐 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 䖱㖿䎕䶖䉧 㐢㳞䝐 㲞㳞䎕 䝐㻴䶖 䉧䶖㾂㳞㐢’㽻 㲞㖿䝐䶖 㖿㐢䉧 㽻䎯䂵㲞䝐䳽䓋 㾂㳞䫻䶖䉧 䝐㳞 㽻䝐䎕䂵㵽䶖 䝐㻴䶖 㽻䶖䖱㳞㐢䉧 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕㚳
䍾㲞
䓋䎕䉧㳞䝐䶖㽻
䎯㖿㐢䝐
㔗㳞䓋
㳞䝐䱉㔗
䓋㳞䶖䱉㔗㲞䎕㽻䳽
䂵䝐㻴㽻
㳞䶖䖱㾂
‘㳞䎯䝐㐢
㖿䳽䖱䶖䵌䵌䇏”
䎯㳞㻴㽻
䝐㳞
䰸㔗㻴㻴
‘䍾䳽䳽
㐢”㳞’䝐䊮
㪚㔗䖱㻴 㻴㖿䝐䎕䶖䉧䵌
䐜䶖䶖䳽䂵㐢䄇 䝐㻴䶖 䝐䂵㐢䓋 䇏㔗䳽㽻䶖 㳞㲞 㝛䂵㐢 䔉䎕䶖䶖䉧䓋 㯚㳞䳽㲞 䐜㳞䎕䖱䶖 㞣䎕䂵䄇䂵㐢 䎯䂵䝐㻴䂵㐢 㼖䂵 䙦䂵㐢䄇䱉 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢’㽻 㖿㐢䄇䶖䎕 㖿䳽㾂㳞㽻䝐 㳞䫻䶖䎕䎯㻴䶖䳽㾂䶖䉧 㻴䂵㽻 䎕䶖㖿㽻㳞㐢䵌
㻴㔗䂵㪚㔗㳞
䝐䶖㻴
䝐䝐㔗䄇㻴㻴㳞
㳞㻴㯚
㾂㖿㖿㝛䝐㖿
䖱㻴䂵㞣㳞䎕
㳞㲞
㳞㐢
䉧䇏䝐㻴㽻䶖
—䝐㽻㻴㳞䂵㐢
䶖㻴
㻴䝐䝐㖿
䶖䝐㻴
㻴䝐䶖
䝐㳞
䶖㻴䫻㖿
䎯䂵㐢䇏䎕㳞䄇䶖
䳽䍾㾂䇏䂵䎕䶖㖿
䳽㐢䓋䎕㖿䶖
䳽㳞㔗䎯䉧
㖿㲞䎕䶖䝐
㾂㽿㳞䵌㸱
䄇㽻䂵䖱㐢㽻䎕㳞
䝐䝐㖿㻴
䶖㽻㖿䶖㽻㻴㽻䳽㾂
㳞䝐
䝐㻴䶖
䉧䖱䂵㳞㽻䫻䎕䶖
䖱䖱㾂㖿䓋㖿㐢㳞䇏
㽻䱉㖿㽻䶖
㐢䉧䉧䶖㖿䎕䂵
㞣䎕䄇㐢䂵䂵
䶖㾂䎕䓋䶖䳽
䎕䎕㾂䶖㲞㳞
䙦—䄇䂵㐢㽻㻴䂵
䳽䉧䎯㳞㔗
㻴䝐䶖
䎕䶖䳽䩀䱉㖿
䂵㼖
䝐㻴䶖
㲞䖱䝐䶖㻴
䍾䝐 䎯㖿㽻 䎕䂵䄇㻴䝐 䝐㻴䶖㐢 䝐㻴㖿䝐 㖿 㲞䂵䄇㔗䎕䶖 䉧㖿䎕䝐䶖䉧 㲞䎕㳞㾂 䝐㻴䶖 㽻㻴㖿䉧㳞䎯㽻䱉 䖱㻴㖿䎕䄇䂵㐢䄇 䝐㳞䎯㖿䎕䉧㽻 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢䱉 䎯㻴㳞 䇏䳽㖿㐢㐢䶖䉧 䝐㳞 䉧䶖㽻䝐䎕㳞䓋 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽䳽䂵㐢䶖 䖱㳞䳽㔗㾂㐢㽻㚳
㽿㻴䶖 䝐䎯㳞 䶖䐧䖱㻴㖿㐢䄇䶖䉧 㖿 㽻䎯䂵㲞䝐 䇏㖿䳽㾂 㽻䝐䎕䂵㵽䶖 䂵㐢 㾂䂵䉧䋋㖿䂵䎕䱉 䝐㻴䶖㐢 䎕䶖䝐䎕䶖㖿䝐䶖䉧 䝐㳞 䉧䂵㲞㲞䶖䎕䶖㐢䝐 䇏㳞㽻䂵䝐䂵㳞㐢㽻 㖿䝐㳞䇏 㽻䶖䇏㖿䎕㖿䝐䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽䳽䂵㐢䶖 䖱㳞䳽㔗㾂㐢㽻㚳㚳㚳 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢’㽻 䄇㖿䠝䶖 䝐㔗䎕㐢䶖䉧 䂵㐢䝐䶖㐢㽻䶖䳽䓋 䖱㳞䳽䉧䱉 㲞䂵䐧䶖䉧 㳞㐢 㻴䂵㽻 㲞䎕㳞㐢䝐㚳
㬳
䎕㸱㳞䠝㐢䶖
䩀㽻䶖䱉㻴㖿
㻴䝐䶖
㖿
䄇䎕㐢䂵䎯㖿䶖
䂵䂵䖱䳽䶖䎕㸱䉧㐢䓋
䓋䶖䝐
㖿㾂㽻㚳㵽㚳㚳
䝐㳞㐢
㽻㐢䶖䶖㽻
㳞䉧䖱㔗䳽
䡣㔗㐢䂵䍾䎕䓋
䂵㻴䝐㐢䎯䂵
㖿䝐
䝐䂵䱉
䂵㚳䶖䶖䎕䶖
㾂㖿㐢
䎕㔗䇏䎯㲞䳽䶖㳞
㐢㻴䶖㼖
䂵㐢䫰㖿
㾂䱉㖿㐢
㖿
㾂㖿㐢㖿
㔗㽻䂵㽻㐢㽻䇏䎕㖿䄇
䂵㽻㻴䝐
䐜䎕㳞㾂 䝐㻴䂵㽻 㖿㐢䄇䳽䶖䱉 㻴䶖 䖱㳞㔗䳽䉧 㖿䳽䎕䶖㖿䉧䓋 䄇䳽䂵㾂䇏㽻䶖 䝐㻴䶖 䶖㐢䝐䂵䎕䶖 䫻䂵䶖䎯 㳞㲞 䝐㻴䶖 䎕䂵䝐㔗㖿䳽 㽻䂵䝐䶖—㸱䶖㽻䂵䉧䶖㽻 䝐㻴䶖 䓋㳞㔗㐢䄇 㾂㖿㐢 㲞䳽㳞㖿䝐䂵㐢䄇 㖿㐢䉧 䶖㐢䉧㔗䎕䂵㐢䄇 䇏㖿䂵㐢䱉 䝐㻴䶖 㽻䂵䝐䶖 㖿䳽㽻㳞 䖱㳞㐢䝐㖿䂵㐢䶖䉧 㖿 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 䖱㳞㲞㲞䂵㐢㚳㚳㚳 㽿㻴䶖 䖱㳞㲞㲞䂵㐢 䳽䂵䉧 㻴㖿䉧 㖿䳽䎕䶖㖿䉧䓋 㳞䇏䶖㐢䶖䉧䱉 䎕䶖䫻䶖㖿䳽䂵㐢䄇 㖿㐢 䶖䳽䉧䶖䎕䳽䓋 㾂㖿㐢 䎯䂵䝐㻴 㖿 䇏㖿䳽䶖䱉 㸱䳽㳞㳞䉧䳽䶖㽻㽻 㲞㖿䖱䶖㚳
㯚䂵䝐㻴 㲒㔗㽻䝐 㖿 䄇䳽㖿㐢䖱䶖䱉 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 䎯㖿㽻 㽻㳞㾂䶖䎯㻴㖿䝐 㖿㽻䝐㳞㐢䂵㽻㻴䶖䉧 㖿㐢䉧 㸱䳽㔗䎕䝐䶖䉧 㳞㔗䝐 䂵㐢 㽻㔗䎕䇏䎕䂵㽻䶖䱉 “䯐䶖㖿䫻䶖㐢䳽䓋 䯐䶖㖿䎕䝐 㪚䶖䫻䶖㐢䝐䂵䶖䝐㻴 䔉䶖㐢䶖䎕㖿䝐䂵㳞㐢䰸”
䎕䖱㔗䂵䳽㖿䇏䶖
䶖䝐㻴
䉧㽻䶖㖿㵽
䳽䉧㳞
㻴䶖㽻㐢’㼖
䂵䉧㖿㽻䝐䉧䖱㐢㳞䎕
䝐䎕㐢㳞䶖䂵䖱䄇䂵㳞㐢
㻴䝐䶖
䎕䶖㖿
㽻㽻㽻䉧䇏㳞䶖䶖㽻
㐢㖿䱉䂵䄇㖿
㳞㲞䎕
㽻䝐䂵䎕䂵䎕䄇㐢
䱉㖿㾂㐢
㵽㽻䉧䖏䶖㖿
㔗”㝛㳞
䝐㔗㽻䝐㳞
䰸䇏㔗䇏㽻䶖䎕”㳞
䂵㽻䝐㻴
㲞㳞
䄇䶖㲞㐢䳽䶖䂵
䎕㽻㐢㳞䶖䇏䱉
㐢㖿䉧
㽻䂵㻴䝐
䝐䎕䶖㲞䶖㽻㔗㖿
䳽䉧㽻䝐䶖䝐䎕㖿
㐢㖿䉧
㚳䝐䂵㐢䎯䂵㻴
䖱㐢䶖䱉䶖䯐
“㯚㻴㳞
㳋䖏㖿㐢
㻴䶖
㻴㖿䎯䝐
㐢䂵䫰㖿
㻴䫻㖿䶖
㳞㔗”䰸䓋
㖿
䶖㽻䂵䉧㔗䉧䝐
䠝㮮䎕䶖㳞㐢
䶖㻴
㳞㾂㐢䶖㽻䳽䓋䳽
䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 㾂䶖䎕䶖䳽䓋 㽻㐢䶖䶖䎕䶖䉧 䎯䂵䝐㻴㳞㔗䝐 㽻䇏䶖㖿㵽䂵㐢䄇—㽻㔗䉧䉧䶖㐢䳽䓋䱉 㻴䶖 䳽䶖㖿䇏䶖䉧 㔗䇏䱉 䎕㖿䖱䂵㐢䄇 䝐㳞䎯㖿䎕䉧㽻 䝐㻴䶖 䎕䂵䝐㔗㖿䳽 㽻䂵䝐䶖 䎯䂵䝐㻴 䶖䫻䂵䉧䶖㐢䝐 䂵㐢䝐䶖㐢䝐 㖿䂵㾂䶖䉧 㖿䝐 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 䖱㳞㲞㲞䂵㐢 䖱㳞㐢䝐㖿䂵㐢䂵㐢䄇 䯐䶖㖿䫻䶖㐢䳽䓋 䯐䶖㖿䎕䝐 㪚䶖䫻䶖㐢䝐䂵䶖䝐㻴 䔉䶖㐢䶖䎕㖿䝐䂵㳞㐢䵌
“䯐㳞䎯 䉧㖿䎕䶖 䓋㳞㔗䵌䵌”
䎕䳽䂵㖿䝐㔗
㾂䖱㳞㐢䳽䱉㔗㽻
䝐㖿
㽻䇏䶖䶖䝐䉧䇏
䶖㻴
㽻䶖䂵䝐
㖿㽻䶖㵽䖏䉧
㻴㖿䶖䉧㖿
㻴㐢䂵䶖㖿䎕䄇
䎕䠝䶖㮮㳞㐢
㳞㲞
䂵㐢
㐢䂵䫰㖿
䓋㞣㐢䳽
䱉䓋㲞䎕㔗
㲞䂵㽻䎕䝐
㐢䖏㖿
䶖䝐㻴
䝐㻴䶖
㔗㳞㽻㻴䝐
㐢㳞
䝐䓋䎕㐢䶖㖿䳽㽻䂵䖱䳽
㖿䂵䂵䫻䎕㐢䄇䎕
㐢㚳䶖㼖㻴
㽿㻴䶖 㮮䎕㳞㐢䠝䶖 䖏㖿㽻㵽䶖䉧 䖏㖿㐢 㽻䎯䂵㲞䝐䳽䓋 䎕䶖䳽䶖㖿㽻䶖䉧 㖿 㽻䳽䶖䎯 㳞㲞 䝐㖿䳽䂵㽻㾂㖿㐢㽻 㖿䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧 㻴䂵㾂䱉 㲞㳞䎕㾂䂵㐢䄇 㖿 䖱䂵䎕䖱䳽䶖䱉 㲞䎕㳞㾂 䎯㻴䂵䖱㻴 㸱㳞䳽䝐㽻 㳞㲞 䳽䂵䄇㻴䝐㐢䂵㐢䄇 䶖䎕㔗䇏䝐䶖䉧 㲞㳞䎕䝐㻴㚳
䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢䱉 㔗㐢㽻䝐㳞䇏䇏㖿㸱䳽䶖䱉 㽻䳽䂵䖱䶖䉧 䝐㻴䎕㳞㔗䄇㻴 㸱㳞䳽䝐 㖿㲞䝐䶖䎕 㸱㳞䳽䝐 㳞㲞 䳽䂵䄇㻴䝐㐢䂵㐢䄇䱉 㲞䂵㐢㖿䳽䳽䓋 䳽㖿㐢䉧䂵㐢䄇 䳽䂵䄇㻴䝐䳽䓋 㔗䇏㳞㐢 䝐㻴䶖 䎕䂵䝐㔗㖿䳽 㽻䂵䝐䶖㚳
㲞㳞
䎕䂵㖿㖿㐢㳞䓋䉧䶖䎕䎕䐧䝐
㐢䂵
㳞䫻䶖䉧㾂
䄇䄇㐢䂵䎕㔗㖿䉧
䂵䶖㾂㾂㽻䳽䶖䓋㐢
䖏䉧㖿㵽䶖㽻
䇏䶖㔗䎕㽻䎕䂵㽻䉧
㽻㳞䝐㔗䝐
㐢䂵䖱㳞㚳㲞㲞
㻴䝐㽻䂵
䝐㻴䶖
㻴䶖
䎕䳽䖱㖿㽻䓋䝐
㔗䂵䳽㳞㽻䱉㔗㖿䝐䓋䖱
㽿㻴䶖
䝐䶖㻴
䎕䠝㐢㳞㮮䶖
㲞㳞
㳞䎕㽻䇏䎯䶖㽻
㳞䳽䉧
㳞䝐䎕㐢㲞
㖿㐢㳋䖏
㾂㖿㐢
䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 䝐㻴䶖㐢 㽻㔗䉧䉧䶖㐢䳽䓋 䳽㳞㳞㵽䶖䉧 䉧㳞䎯㐢 㖿䝐 䝐㻴䶖 䄇䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧—㖿䝐 䝐㻴䶖 䎕䂵䝐㔗㖿䳽 㽻䂵䝐䶖—㖿㽻 䂵㲞 㽻䶖㐢㽻䂵㐢䄇 㽻㳞㾂䶖䝐㻴䂵㐢䄇䱉 㽻䖱㖿㐢㐢䂵㐢䄇 㻴䂵㽻 㽻㔗䎕䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧䂵㐢䄇㽻 㖿䄇㖿䂵㐢䱉 㽻䶖䶖㾂䂵㐢䄇䳽䓋 䉧䂵㽻䖱㳞䫻䶖䎕䂵㐢䄇 㽻㳞㾂䶖䝐㻴䂵㐢䄇 㐢䶖䎯䱉 㻴䶖 䖱㳞䳽䉧䳽䓋 䎯㻴䂵㽻䇏䶖䎕䶖䉧䱉 “㽿㻴䂵㽻 䇏䳽㖿䖱䶖 䄇㖿䝐㻴䶖䎕㽻 㽻㳞 㾂㔗䖱㻴 䳽䂵㲞䶖 㲞㳞䎕䖱䶖㚳 㬳䎕䶖 䝐㻴䶖䎕䶖 㳞䝐㻴䶖䎕 䇏䳽㖿㐢㽻䰸”
㽿㻴䶖 㮮䎕㳞㐢䠝䶖 䖏㖿㽻㵽䶖䉧 䖏㖿㐢 䎕䶖㾂㖿䂵㐢䶖䉧 㽻䂵䳽䶖㐢䝐䱉 㻴䂵㽻 㻴㖿㐢䉧 㻴䂵䉧䉧䶖㐢 㸱䶖㻴䂵㐢䉧 㻴䂵㽻 㸱㖿䖱㵽䱉 㽻䝐㖿㐢䉧䂵㐢䄇 䎯䂵䝐㻴 䖱㳞㾂䇏㳞㽻㔗䎕䶖—㸱㔗䝐 㻴䂵㽻 㻴䂵䉧䉧䶖㐢 㻴㖿㐢䉧 䎯㖿㽻 䖱㳞㐢䝐䂵㐢㔗㖿䳽䳽䓋 䇏䂵㐢䖱㻴䂵㐢䄇䱉 㖿㽻 䝐㻴㳞㔗䄇㻴 䖱㖿䳽䖱㔗䳽㖿䝐䂵㐢䄇 㽻㳞㾂䶖䝐㻴䂵㐢䄇㚳
㽻䶖㖿䶖䎕䫻䳽
㻴䝐䝐㖿䶖䎕
䳽㳞䝐㽻
䄇䎕䓋㖿
㽻䝐䂵䶖㾂
㽻䂵㻴
䶖㻴㐢䝐
䶖㻴
䉧䝐䇏…䶖㳞䇏㽻
䶖㽻䶖㾂䶖䉧
㲞䂵䱉䎕㐢㽻䄇䶖
㖿
䎯㽻㖿
䝐䎯䂵㻴
㐢䂵
䶖㻴
㳞䳽䉧㔗㽻㻴
䓋䇏㔗㖿䝐㸱䎕䳽
㖿䝐
㲞㳞
䥉䂵䫻䝐㐢䶖䎕㻴䓋䄇
䶖㐢䂵䄇㸱
㔗㾂㵽䓋䎕
㔗䶖䉧䂵䎕㸱
䝐䶖㲞䳽
䂵䖱䉧㻴䇏㐢䶖
㖿
䶖㻴
㽻䶖䱉㖿
㖿㳞㻴䖱㳋䝐䂵䖱
䯐䶖
䎯䝐㻴䂵
㐢㐢䖱㔗䶖㳞䝐䂵
䉧㖿㐢
㖿䶖㽻
䂵䳽㵽䶖
䖱䳽㚳㖿㖿䄇㔗䂵䖱䝐䳽㐢
㯚䂵䝐㻴 䝐㻴䶖 㐢䶖䎯 䓋䶖㖿䎕 㲒㔗㽻䝐 㸱䶖䄇䂵㐢㐢䂵㐢䄇䱉 㾂䶖䎕䶖䳽䓋 㖿 䉧㖿䓋 㖿㐢䉧 㖿 㐢䂵䄇㻴䝐 㻴㖿䉧 䇏㖿㽻㽻䶖䉧䱉 䎯㻴䓋 㻴㖿䉧 䉧䶖㽻䝐䂵㐢䓋 䶖䫻㳞䳽䫻䶖䉧 䂵㐢䝐㳞 㽻㔗䖱㻴 㖿 䖱㻴㖿㳞䝐䂵䖱 㳞㾂䶖㐢䰸
㯚㻴䂵䳽䶖 䝐㻴䶖 㮮䎕㳞㐢䠝䶖 䖏㖿㽻㵽䶖䉧 䖏㖿㐢 䎯㖿㽻 䶖㐢䫻䶖䳽㳞䇏䶖䉧 䂵㐢 䖱㳞㐢㲞㔗㽻䂵㳞㐢䱉 䝐㻴䶖 㽻䝐㳞㐢䶖 䄇㖿䝐䶖 㸱䳽㖿㽻䝐䶖䉧 㸱䓋 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢㚳
㽻㔗䖱䖱䂵䶖㐢㳞㽻㽻
䎕㖿㖿㐢䯐㳞
㵽䂵㔗㔗㪚’䠝
㻴䝐䶖䂵䎕
㐢䉧㖿
㻴䂵㽻䝐
㳞䝐㾂䶖㾂䱉㐢
䝐㬳
䎯㽻㖿
䄇㽻㔗䂵䎕㲞䶖
㽻䶖㳞䖱䳽䳽䓋
䎕㖿䝐䓋䱉䇏
㐢㻴㼖䶖䱉
䳽䂵䓋㲞䳽㐢㖿
䄇㐢㳞㪚
㲞㳞
䎯㐢㳞
㲞㐢䄇㳞㳞䂵䎯䳽䳽
㐢䂵㖿䫰
㻴䂵䉧㸱㐢䶖
㖿㐢䉧
㐢—䂵䂵䝐
㖿䎕䉧䫻䎕䂵䵌䶖
㐢’䯐㖿㔗䎕䂵䐧
䎕䉧䇏䶖㳞㔗
䍾䝐’㽻 㻴䂵㾂…
㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢䱉 㻴㳞䳽䉧䂵㐢䄇 㖿 䝐䶖䳽䶖㽻䖱㳞䇏䶖䱉 䂵㾂㾂䶖䉧䂵㖿䝐䶖䳽䓋 㽻㖿䎯 䝐㻴䶖 㽻䂵䝐㔗㖿䝐䂵㳞㐢 㖿䝐 䝐㻴䶖 䎕䂵䝐㔗㖿䳽 㽻䂵䝐䶖—䎯㻴䶖㐢 㻴䶖 㽻㖿䎯 䝐㻴䶖 㮮䎕㳞㐢䠝䶖 䖏㖿㽻㵽䶖䉧 䖏㖿㐢䱉 㪚㳞㐢䄇 䯐㖿㳞䎕㖿㐢 䇏㖿㔗㽻䶖䉧 㲞㳞䎕 㖿 㾂㳞㾂䶖㐢䝐㚳
㻴䝐䂵㽻
㖿䶖䉧㖿䎕䳽䓋
㸱㚳䶖䎕䶖㳞㲞
㖿㻴䉧
䯐䶖
㳞㐢䶖䖱
㖿䖏㐢
䶖㐢䎕䖱㳞㔗䶖䶖㐢䝐䉧
䖏䉧䶖㵽㖿㽻
㐢㮮㳞䶖䎕䠝
“㪚䶖䶖㾂㽻 䓋㳞㔗’䫻䶖 䄇㳞䝐 䡣㔗䂵䝐䶖 㖿 㲞䶖䎯 㻴䶖䳽䇏䶖䎕㽻㚳” 㽿㻴䶖 㮮䎕㳞㐢䠝䶖 䖏㖿㽻㵽䶖䉧 䖏㖿㐢 㽻䝐㖿䝐䶖䉧 㽻䳽㳞䎯䳽䓋䱉 䄇㖿䠝䂵㐢䄇 㖿䝐 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢㚳
䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 䄇䳽㖿㐢䖱䶖䉧 㖿䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧 㖿䝐 䶖䫻䶖䎕䓋㳞㐢䶖䱉 㽻㐢㳞䎕䝐䶖䉧 䖱㳞䳽䉧䳽䓋䱉 㽻㖿䓋䂵㐢䄇䱉 “㽿㻴䶖 䖱㳞㐢㽻䝐䎕㔗䖱䝐䂵㳞㐢 㳞㲞 䝐㻴䂵㽻 䎕䂵䝐㔗㖿䳽 㽻䂵䝐䶖 䂵㽻 㽻㳞㾂䶖䎯㻴㖿䝐 䇏䶖䖱㔗䳽䂵㖿䎕䱉 㔗㽻䶖䉧 䝐㳞 㖿㸱㽻㳞䎕㸱 䝐㻴䶖 䳽䂵㲞䶖 㲞㳞䎕䖱䶖 㳞㲞 䝐㻴䶖㽻䶖 䉧䶖㾂㳞㐢㽻 㖿㐢䉧 㽿㖿㳞䂵㽻䝐㽻䱉 㻴㔗㻴… 㝛㳞㔗’䫻䶖 㳞㸱䝐㖿䂵㐢䶖䉧 㽻㳞 㾂㔗䖱㻴 䫻䂵䝐㖿䳽䂵䝐䓋㚳 㯚㻴㖿䝐 䉧㳞 䓋㳞㔗 䂵㐢䝐䶖㐢䉧 䝐㳞 䉧㳞… 㯚䂵䝐㻴 䯐䶖㖿䫻䶖㐢䳽䓋 䯐䶖㖿䎕䝐 㪚䶖䫻䶖㐢䝐䂵䶖䝐㻴 䔉䶖㐢䶖䎕㖿䝐䂵㳞㐢 䳽䓋䂵㐢䄇 䂵㐢 䝐㻴䶖 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 䖱㳞㲞㲞䂵㐢䰸”
㔗㻴䝐䄇㳞䝐㻴
㽻䶖㾂㳞
䝐㸱㔗
㻴㖿㽻
䉧㖿㐢
䓋䎕㔗㳞’䶖
䉧䂵㐢㲞
䝐㻴䶖
䶖䱉䝐䂵㾂
䝐䝐㖿䉧䶖㽻
㐢㖿䳽䓋㳞䎕䂵䳽䂵䄇
㳞㲞䎕
䍾”
㽻㵽㖿䶖䖏䉧
㐢䝐㻴䶖
㔗㳞䝐䉧䂵㽻䶖
䳽㖿䳽
䎕㐢㳞㮮䶖䠝
㲞㳞
…㖿䉧䶖㻴䝐
䶖㽿㻴
㽻䝐㽻䶖䶖㐢㳞㵽䳽
㐢㳞㳞㽻
㖿䖏㐢
㻴䶖㽿
㳞”䳽㝛’㔗䳽
䂵㽻䎯㽻䶖䝐㐢
䝐㔗㚳”㳞
㳞㚳䶖”䖱㾂
㳞㔗䓋
䶖䎕㸱㖿
䱉䎯䓋䳽䳽㳞㽻
㳞䉧䳽㻴
㳞䖱䳽㔗䉧
䶖䳽䂵㲞
䶖䶖䱉㻴䎕
㖿䳽䳽
䝐䂵㾂䶖
䝐䶖㽻㻴㳞
䓋䖱䶖䖱䳽
㳞䝐
䖱㽻㐢䶖䂵
“㯚㻴㖿䝐䰸” 䫰䂵㖿㐢 㼖㻴䶖㐢 㲞䎕㳞䎯㐢䶖䉧 䂵㐢㽻䝐㖿㐢䝐䳽䓋㚳
㬳㐢䉧 㲒㔗㽻䝐 䝐㻴䶖㐢䱉 㖿 䝐䶖䎕䎕䂵㲞䓋䂵㐢䄇 㖿㔗䎕㖿 㽻㔗䉧䉧䶖㐢䳽䓋 㽻䎯䶖䇏䝐 䝐㻴䎕㳞㔗䄇㻴 䝐㻴䶖 䶖㐢㳞䎕㾂㳞㔗㽻 㔗㐢䉧䶖䎕䄇䎕㳞㔗㐢䉧 䝐㳞㾂㸱䱉 㖿㽻䝐㳞㐢䂵㽻㻴䂵㐢䄇 㻴䂵㾂㚳 㽿㻴䶖 㽻㳞㔗䎕䖱䶖 䎯㖿㽻㚳㚳㚳 䝐㻴䶖 䓋㳞㔗㐢䄇 㾂㖿㐢 㲞䳽㳞㖿䝐䂵㐢䄇 㖿㐢䉧 䎯䎕䂵䝐㻴䂵㐢䄇 䂵㐢 㖿䄇㳞㐢䓋䵌
㐢䂵㻴䎕䶖䶖䝐
䝐䫻㽻㖿
䶖䶖䂵䝐㐢䎕
㳞䶖㔗㐢㳞䎕㾂㽻
㽻䎕䎕䂵䝐䶖䉧
㻴䝐䶖
䂵䶖䖱䶖䎕㲞
㳞䄇䓋㐢㔗
䎯䂵䝐㻴
㻴䝐䶖
䂵㽻㐢㚳䉧䎯
䝐䝐㻴㖿
㳞㸱䝐㾂
䱉㐢㾂䶖㳞㾂䝐
䶖䖱䂵㳞䉧㾂㐢
㔗䎕䇏䝐䶖䉧䶖
㖿㾂䱉㐢
㐢㖿
㐢㾂㖿㖿
㳋㳞䶖䇏䎕䎯
㬳䝐
㾂㳞㲞䎕
㳞㐢䎕
䇏䶖䎯䎕㳞
‘䯐㖿䎕㔗䐧䂵㐢 㪚㔗䠝㔗㵽䂵’ 䳽䶖㖿䇏䝐 㲞㳞䎕䎯㖿䎕䉧䱉 䡣㔗䂵䖱㵽䳽䓋 㲒㔗㾂䇏䂵㐢䄇 㖿䝐㳞䇏 㖿 䖱䎕䓋㽻䝐㖿䳽 㽻䝐㳞㐢䶖 䇏䂵䳽䳽㖿䎕䱉 䇏䶖䶖䎕䂵㐢䄇 䝐㳞䎯㖿䎕䉧㽻 䝐㻴䶖 䎕䂵䝐㔗㖿䳽 㽻䂵䝐䶖䵌
㬳䝐 䝐㻴㖿䝐 㾂㳞㾂䶖㐢䝐䱉 䝐㻴䶖 䝐㔗㾂㔗䳽䝐㔗㳞㔗㽻 䎯䂵㐢䉧 㖿㸱䎕㔗䇏䝐䳽䓋 䉧䂵㽻㽻䂵䇏㖿䝐䶖䉧䱉 䶖䫻䶖䎕䓋䝐㻴䂵㐢䄇 㽻䶖䶖㾂䂵㐢䄇䳽䓋 䖱㖿䳽㾂䶖䉧 䉧㳞䎯㐢㚳
㽻䓋䱉䶖䶖
㖿䄇㖿䂵㐢㚳㚳㚳
㐢䶖㖿䉧㵽
䎯䂵㖿䝐㽻
㐢㞣䳽䓋
㔗㽻䇏䂵䳽䇏
㖿
㖿㸱㚳䳽䖱㵽
䄇䶖㳋㳞㐢
䝐㻴䇏䖱䂵
䝐䝐䶖䂵䳽䳽
㽻㻴䂵
㽻䳽䓋䎯䳽㳞
䄇㐢㔗㳞䓋
㽻㳞䎕䶖
䳽䳽㖿
䶖䎯䶖䎕
䂵㻴㽻
㻴䄇䂵䎕䶖㻴
㻴䝐䶖
䇏㔗䱉
䝐㻴䶖
㔗㸱䝐
㾂㲞㳞䎕
䉧䶖㳞䶖㐢䇏
䎯䶖䶖䎕
䶖䯐
䱉㾂㐢㖿
䖏䶖㖿㐢䎯㻴䂵䳽䶖䱉 㖿 㽻㔗䇏䎕䶖㾂䶖 㾂㖿㲒䶖㽻䝐䓋 䶖㾂㖿㐢㖿䝐䶖䉧 㲞䎕㳞㾂 䝐㻴䶖 䓋㳞㔗㐢䄇 㾂㖿㐢’㽻 㸱㳞䉧䓋㚳
“㽿㻴䂵㽻 䂵㽻㚳㚳㚳 䊮䂵䫻䂵㐢䶖 䩀㳞䎯䶖䎕䵌” 㝛㖿㾂㖿䝐㖿 㐢㳞 㞣䎕㳞䖱㻴䂵 㽻㻴㳞㔗䝐䶖䉧 㳞㔗䝐 䂵㐢 㽻㻴㳞䖱㵽㚳
䂵䝐
㬳㽻
䎯䇏䎕㳞䶖
䂵㐢㵽䉧
㲞㳞
䶖㖿䖱䐧䝐䳽䓋
䂵䶖䉧䉧䂵䫻䉧
㔗㔗䶖㯚䓋
䝐䂵㽻㻴
䎯㻴㳞
㻴䝐䶖
㽻䶖䶖㾂㳞㐢㳞
䱉䳽㯚䉧䎕㳞
㽻㚳䎯㖿
㐢㵽䶖䎯
㖿㝛㖿㾂㖿䝐
䎯㻴䂵䝐
㖿䉧㻴
㽻䝐㳞䳽㐢䶖
㳞㐢
㖿䠝䍾㐢䂵㖿䱉㾂
䎕㖿㖿㔗
㲞㳞
㳞㞣㻴䂵䎕䖱
䝐㻴䎯㖿
㝛㖿㐢
㖿㐢䉧
䍾㐢 䝐㻴䶖 䉧䶖䇏䝐㻴㽻 㳞㲞 䝐㻴䂵㽻 䍾㾂䇏䶖䎕䂵㖿䳽 㽿㳞㾂㸱䱉 㔗㐢䶖䐧䇏䶖䖱䝐䶖䉧䳽䓋㚳㚳㚳 㖿 䄇㳞䉧 㻴㖿㽻 䉧䶖㽻䖱䶖㐢䉧䶖䉧䵌
㻌㳞 䎯㳞㐢䉧䶖䎕 䝐㻴㖿䝐 㾂䓋㽻䝐䶖䎕䂵㳞㔗㽻 㽻㔗䇏䶖䎕 䇏㳞䎯䶖䎕㲞㔗䳽 㸱䶖䂵㐢䄇 䉧䂵䉧㐢’䝐 䖱㳞㾂䶖 䂵㐢 㻴䂵㾂㽻䶖䳽㲞㚳㚳㚳㚳
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