Chapter 1106: Chapter 150: Among the Four Seas, Everyone Is an Uncle
Lizi took a close look at the guy who seemed drugged. After being slapped into the ground by Wang Hu, he hadn’t moved since… It didn’t seem like a trick.
Even if it was a trick, it would be difficult—after that slap, this guy’s head exploded into a mess of bone and flesh, even his brain matter burst out, and his body seemed hard to pry off the floor.
And judging by the looks of it, he’s thoroughly dead.
In Lizi’s monster life, she had seen deaths more cruel than this—but now, she just glanced at it and lost interest.
Wang Hu was staring at his palm, dumbfounded, until Lizi gave him a push to snap him out of it.
“Is this your first time killing a monster?” Lizi blinked and asked.
Wang Hu shook his head and answered seriously, “You’re right, if you don’t clench your fist, you won’t have that feeling of not wanting to hit.”
Lizi opened her mouth, nearly dropping the lollipop, and quickly clamped it back with her mouth. She scratched the back of her ear, “Well… maybe you were a powerful monster before the memory loss. But that’s good too, at least you have the ability to protect yourself.”
Wang Hu nodded subconsciously.
Lizi said, “Anyway, if you’re going to mix in the human world, be careful yourself. Don’t be like this guy, eating people indiscriminately. I’ve heard there’s something called the Management Bureau in this country, specifically responsible for dealing with unruly monsters.”
“The Management Bureau?” Wang Hu frowned… as if he had heard of it somewhere.
Lizi shrugged, “Probably something like human police? I haven’t encountered them anyway, I haven’t been in this country long. Plus…”
Lizi showed her white teeth and ground them, “I don’t eat people, obey the law~”
Wang Hu chuckled.
“Alright, you play by yourself, I’m leaving.”
“You… where are you going?”
Lizi frowned and said, “I told you, I have no obligation to take care of you, and it seems you don’t need care, do you? Your demonic power quality is very high, you’re probably much stronger than me already… so don’t follow us, I don’t want trouble. If you really have nothing to do, you can deal with the corpse here. There should be money on those dead people, go pick it up, anyway, it would be a waste not to.”
Saying this, Lizi sauntered towards the outside of the alley—but she hadn’t taken more than a few steps, she suddenly turned back.
Wang Hu had subconsciously followed a few steps.
Lizi ‘viciously’ opened her mouth, grinding her teeth again, “I’ll freeze you into a popsicle!”
A chill instantly blew toward Wang Hu, freezing his legs in ice, Lizi pointed at Wang Hu, “Really, don’t follow, alright!”
Wang Hu watched the petite figure walk out of the alley, then looked around in a daze—he lifted his leg, and the ice underfoot shattered instantly.
He turned back to glance at the human corpses, remembered Lizi’s words, and went over to search them—taking the money from their wallets and stuffing it into his pants pocket wildly.
Finally, Wang Hu looked at the young man who was embedded into the floor with a smashed head, shook his head, and walked out of the alley in big strides.
Dealing with corpses is impossible… never possible.
…
In the pitch-black alley, the young man lying motionless on the ground suddenly ignited… a blue-green flame burned his body to ashes.
The blue-green flame grew increasingly intense… and within the fire, the body slowly reformed.
Who knows how much time passed, he slowly stood up, bare-bodied… Yan Liu looked at his hands blankly, then frowned.
Soon after, a hint of terror flashed in his eyes… This one-armed guy is undoubtedly Huang Baifu. But he was ‘dead’, wasn’t he?
“Legend says the Vermilion Bird can be reborn in fire… could I too?”
But Yan Liu quickly dismissed this thought—rebirth in fire is a transformation of life, the reborn Vermilion Bird gains greater power. However, this rebirth clearly left him far weaker—even more than when he was plagued by terminal illness without the loss of scorching power.
Moreover, Yan Liu vaguely felt that his kind of ‘rebirth in fire’ wasn’t limitless, but had a cap.
“It did make me much clearer…”
Yan Liu looked down, his mind exceptionally clear now… He recalled everything that had happened recently, increasingly found it incredible—especially the wanton hunting in the town.
Yan Liu took a deep breath, looked at the dead humans, thought for a moment, took clothes from their bodies to wear—he had to leave this place, if Huang Baifu found him not dead and killed him a few more times, he might truly be unable to ‘rebirth in fire’.
“I must have great power…”
This slap woke him up, but also made him feel a yearning for power.
“From today on, Yan Liu is dead, reborn I shall be named… Mo Li.”
…
…
When Lizi returned to the bar, it was surprisingly bustling.
But what surprised Lizi… yet somehow was expected, was that this excitement revolved around Ren Ziling and Akiko.
At this moment, Ren Ziling and Akiko were cornered by several men—next to Akiko, there was a young man sitting, pressing a towel to his head, seemingly bleeding.
On the ground were pieces of shattered glass and bottle debris.
Ren Ziling was arguing with the men cornering them about something, perhaps from drinking or anger, Subeditor Ren’s face was redder than when Lizi left.
“Sister Ren!” Lizi pushed aside the crowd of drinkers and came to Ren Ziling’s side, frowned, “What happened?”
Ren Ziling snorted coldly, “These filthy men are drunk and groping Akiko, what good can e of it?”
Lizi looked at the young man being supported by Akiko, with a questioning expression, the answer was, this youth tried to act bravely, but after a few words, was knocked over the head with a bottle by those drunk guys.
It’s not something fresh… similar things happen in places like this all the time.
“Medical fees! And an apology! Or I’ll call the police!”
After quickly explaining to Lizi, Ren Ziling shouted furiously at the men—but they’d probably drunk a lot, faces flushed, alcohol clouding their minds, would they even listen?
One even sneered repeatedly, “Mind your own business! Or I’ll hit you too!”
“Damn!” Ren Ziling cursed under her breath and picked up the phone.
Just then, seeing Ren Ziling dialing Police, the drunk guys sobered a little, and the most aggressive one reached out to snatch her phone.
“Bitch! Do you know who I am!” the man snarled, “Tired of living? Don’t want to walk out?”
I don’t know if this guy is actually a local bully, but seeing him grab a beer bottle and smash it with such a fierce look, the crowd hesitated—some wanted to find the owner to mediate, but realized the owner was too drunk, pletely out of it.
“What are you looking at!” The man waving the beer bottle pointed it at the crowd, scaring them into retreat, then aimed the broken bottle at Ren Ziling, “You damn bitch! Hand over your phone!”
Ren Ziling’s face turned from red to white in anger. But she’s stubborn and had a lot to drink earlier, so she couldn’t calm down now. Subeditor Ren directly ignored the man’s threat and started reporting the situation the moment the call connected.
The man with the beer bottle was furious. He was a local thug, always causing trouble, and the alcohol made him braver, “You damn bitch!”
As he charged at Ren Ziling with the bottle, Lizi’s pupils contracted instantly, a murderous intent flashing in her eyes as an ice spike condensed in her palm!
But just as Lizi was about to release the ice spike from her palm, she stopped.
Bang—!
With a loud bang, the drunk man holding the bottle screamed—karma struck quickly as someone behind him used another bottle to smash the back of his head!
This scene shocked everyone in the quiet bar, thinking there was no way to settle things now… It was a man around thirty, with a square, stubbly face, wearing a black jacket, with eyes sharp like a blade.
“Bastard! Who hit me!” The drunk man touched the back of his head, saw his hand was red, and instantly flew into a rage, “Beat him to death!!”
The thugs nearby rushed at the jacketed man.
The man in the jacket, looking indifferent, sneered and kicked out, knocking the first thug onto a table, breaking it, and he couldn’t get up.
Next, he grabbed another thug by the hair, yanked him down, and kneed him viciously in the face.
The thug’s face was bashed in, his nose skewed, gushing blood, and he passed out directly.
The man in the jacket took down two thugs with ease, intimidating the remaining ones, sobering them up and making them want to retreat… but he had no intention of stopping.
With deliberate strides, punches, and kicks, he swiftly put the big men on the ground within seconds.
After knocking all the drunk men down, leaving them unable to get up, the man in the jacket finally exhaled slowly.
His sharp gaze swept the room, making everyone around shudder and lower their heads.
The man in the jacket asked deeply, “Who’s the owner!”
A middle-aged man shakily stepped forward—despite being reportedly too drunk earlier, he had sobered up somehow.
Approaching the man in the jacket with caution, the owner said, “I-I am.”
“Deal with these people,” the man in the jacket ordered coldly, “hand them over to the police, and don’t let me hear that you’ve released them quietly, or I’ll tear this place apart!”
“Yes, yes…” The bar owner quickly nodded in agreement.
The man’s gaze was so sharp that the owner dared not lift his head.
The man in the jacket scoffed and approached Ren Ziling… Miss Ren brightened as soon as she saw him.
…
“Are you hurt?”
The man in the jacket approached Ren Ziling, taking a deep breath before asking slowly.
Ren Ziling shook her head, “What could happen to me?”
The man in the jacket glanced around, seemingly confirming she was unharmed before nodding.
But he quickly sighed, looking helpless, “I say… Sister-in-law, why aren’t you staying well with Old Ma, what are you doing here?”
“Sister… Sister-in-law?” Lizi mumbled… This man, so masculine in his entrance, called Ren Sister “Sister-in-law”?
“Hahaha! Haven’t seen you in a while, you’ve gotten stronger, Simpleton!” Ren Ziling patted the man’s chest in wonder, “Wow, with a physique like this, your wife must be lucky!”
The man in the jacket’s face darkened, then he sighed.
Ren Ziling put a hand on his shoulder and looked at Lizi, “This guy is my husband’s old buddy, called Simpleton… I mean, Cold Front! He’s in the military! A major!”
Lizi opened her mouth but didn’t say anything, inexplicably thinking about how extensive Ren Sister’s husband’s network was…
…
After the incident, the bar couldn’t stay open.
Eventually, they called an ambulance, and after taking away the young hero, Cold Front returned with Ren Ziling and others to the hotel where she was staying.
“Simpleton, why are you here?” Ren Ziling curiously asked, “Weren’t you transferred to the capital?”
Simpleton… Cold Front, with a darkened face, said, “You should have an idea of the local situation, right? The local police and military are short-staffed, and I was sent here as reinforcement. Originally, I planned to take a walk tonight, I didn’t expect to run into you.”
Lizi poured some hot tea for Ren Ziling, to help with the alcohol.
After sipping it, Ren Ziling warmed her hands with the cup, “Is it really that serious here? Simpleton, what’s with the fog?”
Cold Front said solemnly, “Sister-in-law, don’t ask about it. I don’t know, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. You know the military rules.”
“Stingy!” Ren Ziling rolled her eyes.
Unmoved, Cold Front said calmly, “It’s too dangerous for you to stay here. I’ll have someone take you away tomorrow. This town is starting the evacuation tomorrow, you can’t stay.”
Seeing Cold Front’s unyielding stance, Ren Ziling had no choice but to nod… he was a different type from Old Ma, impervious to her charms.
“Well, there goes my bonus for the first quarter after New Year!” Ren Ziling made a bitter face.
Cold Front frowned, “Do you need money for something?”
Ren Ziling laughed off, “Not really, just want to earn more for some security.”
Cold Front shook his head, knowing she wouldn’t open up easily. His gaze softened, “At the start of the New Year, and you’re out like this, where’s Luo Qiu?”
“Don’t mention him! He’s off with some woman!” Ren Ziling huffed, “Men! Always forgetting mothers when they have a wife… what a waste!”
“Oh? Little Luo Qiu has a girlfriend now?” Intrigued, Cold Front changed his sitting position, “That kid was always a talent. Remember when Big Brother Luo Qi brought him to my camp for training? The kid wandered into the forest alone and stayed there overnight without fear!”
“Of course!” Ren Ziling raised her nose proudly, “He is my son, after all!”
Her face full of smugness.
䡨䂭㾏
老
㡬䂭䎈䂭䂭䝻䤖䡨䀳
䡨㗅䂭㰉
㛆䝻䡨㽥㗅䝻
䬝㼟
擄
䂭㠨㼟䂭㟐
㼟㟐䂭
䡨㼟䝻䬝
䎈䤖䂭㗅䵚䝻䡨䡨
㼟㼟㟐䞜䐩䵚䂭
㟐䬝䂭㛆㼟
虜
露
䡨䬝
蘆
盧
盧
䨾䬝䝻㛆
㼟䐩䂭䮼㠨
露
䂭䐩㼟㛆
—
䤖㼟䐩
䡨䀳䂭䂭
䡨㱤䬝䜓䂭
㼟㟐䂭
盧
㗅䧮䂭䡨
䝻䡨㟐㼟㗅
䨾䬝䂭㼟㛆㼟䎈
䝻䮼㟐㼟
擄
䂭㼟䜿䐩
䬝㶈
䐩㼟
㕣㶈㼟䂭㠨䮼䐩㠨䵚䎈䄼 䧮䂭䡨㗅 㰉䂭䡨㗅 㟐䬝䤖䤖䂭䵚 䝻䡨㼟䬝 䐩 䜓䝻㛆䝻㼟䐩㠨㱤 䠋䂭䂭䤖 䐩䡨䵚 㛆䂭㶈㼟䜿
㔓㟐䂭 䤖䂭㠨䎈䬝䡨 䮼㟐䬝 䞜䐩䜓䂭 㼟䬝 䤖䝻䞜䈦 䆜䤖 䧮䂭䡨㗅 㰉䂭䡨㗅 䮼䐩䎈 䐩䡨䬝㼟㟐䂭㠨 㱤䬝䆜䡨㗅 䜓䐩䡨 䝻䡨 䆜䡨䝻㶈䬝㠨䜓䄼 㠨䐩䵚䝻䐩㼟䝻䡨㗅 䐩䡨 䂭㡬㼟㠨䐩䬝㠨䵚䝻䡨䐩㠨㱤 䐩䆜㠨䐩䜿
䜓䬝䬝㠨
䞜㛆䜓䂭䐩䝻䵚
䜓䬝㠨䬝
䝻㼟㠨䂭㠨䂭䵚
䬝䈦䈦䝻㕣
㶈䆜䎈䞜䬝
㱤䂭㠨䐩㛆
䂭㟐㼟
䮼㰉䝻䬝㛆㗅㛆䡨䬝
䄼㟐䎈䝻㼟
䝻䵚䂭䎈㗅㼟
㼟䬝
䬝㼟
䂭䎈㟐
—
䵚䐩䡨
㟐䎈䂭
㠨㟐䂭
䬝㼟
䂭䀳䡨䂭㼟䎈
㠨㼟䂭䎈
㼟㟐䂭
䂭䝻㼟䵚㠨
䬝㶈
䝻䡨
䬝㼟
㛆䐩㱤䝻䂭㠨㼟䄼
㠨䂭䵚㼟䡨㠨䆜䂭
䐩䡨䵚
䡨䡨䂭䝻㗅䀳䂭䜿
䐩䮼䎈
㠨㟐䂭
㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝 㟐䐩䵚 䡨䂭䀳䂭㠨 㶈䬝㠨㗅䬝㼟㼟䂭䡨 䮼㟐㱤 䎈㟐䂭 䞜䐩䜓䂭 — 䂭䀳䂭䡨 㼟㟐䬝䆜㗅㟐 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅 㟐䐩䵚䡨’㼟 㗅䝻䀳䂭䡨 㟐䂭㠨 䡨䂭䮼 䝻䡨䎈㼟㠨䆜䞜㼟䝻䬝䡨䎈 㶈䬝㠨 䐩 䮼㟐䝻㛆䂭䄼 䎈㟐䂭 䎈㼟䝻㛆㛆 㼟㠨䝻䂭䵚 㼟䬝 㗅䐩㼟㟐䂭㠨 䐩䎈 䜓䆜䞜㟐 䝻䡨㶈䬝㠨䜓䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 䐩䎈 䤖䬝䎈䎈䝻䨾㛆䂭 䐩䨾䬝䆜㼟 䟽䬝䆜䡨㗅 䔛䐩䎈㼟䂭㠨 䅩䝻䆜䜿
㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝 㟐䐩䵚 㗅㠨䐩䎈䤖䂭䵚 㾏䂭䡨 㽥䝻㛆䝻䡨㗅’䎈 䤖䂭㠨䎈䬝䡨䐩㛆䝻㼟㱤 㼟㠨䐩䝻㼟䎈䄼 䐩䡨䵚 䎈㟐䂭 䨾䂭㛆䝻䂭䀳䂭䵚 䎈㟐䂭 㟐䐩䵚 㼟㟐䬝㠨䬝䆜㗅㟐㛆㱤 䝻䡨䀳䂭䎈㼟䝻㗅䐩㼟䂭䵚 䧮䆜䬝 䅩䝻䆜’䎈 㶈䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤 䨾䐩䞜䈦㗅㠨䬝䆜䡨䵚 — 䬝㠨 䎈䬝 䎈㟐䂭 㼟㟐䬝䆜㗅㟐㼟䜿
㗅䧮䡨䂭
䵚㠨䂭䤖䜿䐩䤖䐩䂭
䡨䂭㰉㗅
䝻㛆䜓䤖䂭䎈
㠨䂭䐩㛆䝻䣋䂭䵚
䈦㕣䈦䝻䬝
䐩䮼䡨’䎈㼟
㟐䵚䐩
䄼㟐䝻㼟㼟䡨㗅䬝
䂭䐩㶈㼟㠨
㼟䝻
㼟㼟䐩㟐
䆜䞜䐩䨾䂭䂭䎈
—
㑿䆜㼟
㕣 䜓䐩䡨 䎈䂭㠨䀳䝻䡨㗅 䐩䎈 䐩 䜓䐩䠋䬝㠨 䝻䡨 㼟㟐䂭 䞜䐩䤖䝻㼟䐩㛆’䎈 䜓䝻㛆䝻㼟䐩㠨㱤 䵚䝻䎈㼟㠨䝻䞜㼟 — 䧮䆜䬝 䅩䝻䆜’䎈 㶈䐩㼟㟐䂭㠨’䎈 㗅䬝䬝䵚 㶈㠨䝻䂭䡨䵚䄼 㗅䬝䬝䵚 䨾㠨䬝㼟㟐䂭㠨䜿 㰉㠨䬝䜓 㟐䝻䎈 䞜䬝䡨䀳䂭㠨䎈䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 䮼䝻㼟㟐 㾏䂭䡨 㽥䝻㛆䝻䡨㗅䄼 㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝 䞜䬝䆜㛆䵚 䂭䐩䎈䝻㛆㱤 䡨䬝㼟䝻䞜䂭 㼟㟐䐩㼟 䧮䂭䡨㗅 㰉䂭䡨㗅 䎈䂭䂭䜓䂭䵚 䫨䆜䝻㼟䂭 䞜䬝䡨䞜䂭㠨䡨䂭䵚 㶈䬝㠨 㟐䝻䎈 䨾㠨䬝㼟㟐䂭㠨’䎈 䮼䝻䵚䬝䮼 䐩䡨䵚 䞜㟐䝻㛆䵚䜿
䔛䬝㠨䂭䬝䀳䂭㠨䄼 㼟㟐䂭䝻㠨 䞜䬝䡨䀳䂭㠨䎈䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 䐩㛆䎈䬝 㼟䬝䆜䞜㟐䂭䵚 䬝䡨 䤖䂭䬝䤖㛆䂭 㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝 㟐䐩䵚䡨’㼟 䂭䡨䞜䬝䆜䡨㼟䂭㠨䂭䵚 — 䎈䆜䞜㟐 䐩䎈 䟽䂭 䟽䐩䡨䄼 䐩 䜓䐩䡨 䮼㟐䬝 䮼䬝㠨䈦䂭䵚 㶈䬝㠨 䡧䡨㼟䂭㠨䤖䬝㛆䜿
䐩
㼟䬝
㔃䐩䆜
䬝㟐䮼
㛆䵚䵚䝻䄼㼟䡨䝻䬝㱤㛆䐩㕣
㼟䂭䜓䵚䂭䐩㠨䡨䤖㼟
䂭㼟䂭㟐㠨
㱤㼟䝻䂭䜿䡨䡨䝻㠨㼟䂭䜓㛆㼟㼟
䎈䡨䂭䐩䜓
䡨䜓䐩䝻㼟䬝㠨㼟䤖
䡨䐩
㼟䬝㓉䆜䡨㠨㱤
—
䐩䮼䬝䜓䡨
䝻䄼㛆㕣
䮼䐩䎈
䀳㠨䐩䂭㛆䎈䂭
䤖䆜
䜓䂭䂭䂭䎈䵚
䬝㶈
䤖䤖䂭䤖䬝䵚
䂭㛆㱤䤖䜓䬝䵚䂭
䂭䄼㼟䎈䂭㟐
㟐䬝䂭㼟㠨
䎈䨾䵚䎈䝻䂭䂭
䡨䝻
䨾䂭
㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝 䝻䡨䝻㼟䝻䐩㛆㛆㱤 㼟㟐䬝䆜㗅㟐㼟 㼟㟐䐩㼟 䟽䬝䆜䡨㗅 䔛䐩䎈㼟䂭㠨 䅩䝻䆜 䞜䐩䜓䂭 㶈㠨䬝䜓 䐩 㼟㱤䤖䝻䞜䐩㛆 䤖䬝㛆䝻䞜䂭 㶈䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤䄼 䮼䝻㼟㟐 䞜䬝䡨䡨䂭䞜㼟䝻䬝䡨䎈 䬝䡨㛆㱤 䐩䎈 㶈䐩㠨 䐩䎈 㟐䐩䀳䝻䡨㗅 䐩䡨 䆜䡨䞜㛆䂭 㛆䝻䈦䂭 䔸㶈㶈䝻䞜䂭㠨 䔛䐩䜿 㼱㟐䂭 䡨䂭䀳䂭㠨 䂭㡬䤖䂭䞜㼟䂭䵚 㼟㟐䐩㼟 䨾䂭㟐䝻䡨䵚 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䎈䝻䡨㗅㛆䂭䌗䤖䐩㠨䂭䡨㼟 㶈䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤 䮼䐩䎈 䐩 㼟䂭㠨㠨䝻㶈㱤䝻䡨㗅 䡨䂭㼟䮼䬝㠨䈦 䬝㶈 㠨䂭㛆䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨䎈㟐䝻䤖䎈䜿
䟽䬝䆜䡨㗅 䔛䐩䎈㼟䂭㠨 䅩䝻䆜’䎈 㶈䐩㼟㟐䂭㠨䜿䜿䜿 䮼䐩䎈 㟐䂭 㠨䂭䐩㛆㛆㱤 䠋䆜䎈㼟 䐩䡨 䬝㠨䵚䝻䡨䐩㠨㱤 䤖䬝㛆䝻䞜䂭䜓䐩䡨䟵
䡨㗅㼱䬝
䵚䞜㼟䡨䎈䝻䐩䂭
㕣䈦䬝䈦䝻
䨾䂭䂭䡨
䆜䂭㼟䫨䝻
䝻㼟䜓䄼䂭
䜓䬝䂭䎈
䟽䬝䆜㗅䡨
䞜䂭㠨䐩䜓㕣䝻
㠨䬝㶈
䬝䆜䨾㼟䐩
䐩
䂭㶈䮼
䡨䬝㗅䮼㠨䝻㗅
䨾䈦䐩䞜
䐩
䡨䝻
䞜䆜㼟䝻䝻㠨㱤䎈䬝
䐩㟐䵚
䂭䄼㼟䟽
䬝㠨䜓㶈
䂭䂭㠨㟐
䎈䐩䂭㼟㠨䔛
䆜䝻䅩
䬝䡨㛆㱤
䐩㼟
䝻䂭䜓䎈㼟
䮼䐩䎈
㼟㟐䬝㼱䆜
䀳䐩㗅䡨䝻㟐
㟐㠨䂭
䎈㠨䂭䡨㼟䬝㠨㗅䜿
㟐䂭㼟
㰉䐩䜿㱤䝻㛆䜓
䎈䂭䡨䂭
㟐䝻䜓
㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝 䎈䐩㼟 䐩㼟 㼟㟐䂭 䨾䂭䵚䎈䝻䵚䂭䄼 㛆䬝䬝䈦䝻䡨㗅 䐩㼟 㼟㟐䂭 䎈䐩㼟䂭㛆㛆䝻㼟䂭 䤖㟐䬝䡨䂭 䝻䡨 㟐䂭㠨 㟐䐩䡨䵚 — 䐩 䤖㟐䬝䡨䂭 䆜䎈䂭䵚 㼟䬝 䞜䬝䜓䜓䆜䡨䝻䞜䐩㼟䂭 䮼䝻㼟㟐 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅䜿 䡧㼟 㟐䐩䵚 䨾䂭䂭䡨 䐩 䮼㟐䝻㛆䂭 䎈䝻䡨䞜䂭 䎈㟐䂭 㠨䂭䤖䬝㠨㼟䂭䵚 㟐䂭㠨 䮼䬝㠨䈦 — 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅 㟐䐩䵚 㠨䂭䞜䂭䡨㼟㛆㱤 䝻䡨䎈㼟㠨䆜䞜㼟䂭䵚 䤖䐩䆜䎈䝻䡨㗅 䞜䬝䜓䜓䆜䡨䝻䞜䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨䎈 㶈䬝㠨 䐩 䮼㟐䝻㛆䂭䜿
“㔓㟐䝻䎈 䜓䐩㼟㼟䂭㠨 䎈㟐䬝䆜㛆䵚 䨾䂭 㠨䂭䤖䬝㠨㼟䂭䵚 㼟䬝 䔛䎈䜿 㾏䂭䡨䜿”
䝻㟐㼟䎈
䐩䡨
䂭䂭㠨㶈䎈㟐㛆
䝻䈦䬝䈦㕣
䬝䀳䜿䞜䂭䝻
䐩㛆䎈䬝
㠨䎈䡨䂭䐩䬝
䐩䎈
䐩㠨䂭㟐
㼱㗅䬝䡨
䬝㼟
䆜䝻䡨䎈㗅
㼟䬝
䆜㼟䬝㗅㟐㟐㼟
—
䟽䝻㗅䡨’䎈
䞜䎈䆜䂭㡬䂭
㔓㟐䂭 䞜䐩㛆㛆 䞜䬝䡨䡨䂭䞜㼟䂭䵚 䫨䆜䝻䞜䈦㛆㱤䄼 䐩䡨䵚 㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝 㶈䝻䡨䐩㛆㛆㱤 㟐䂭䐩㠨䵚 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅’䎈 䀳䬝䝻䞜䂭 䐩䎈 䎈㟐䂭 㟐䐩䵚 㟐䬝䤖䂭䵚䜿
䜿䜿䜿
“㰉䂭䟵䡨㗅
䂭䡨䧮㗅”
㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅 䤖䐩䆜䎈䂭䵚 䝻䡨 䎈䆜㠨䤖㠨䝻䎈䂭䜿
㕣㼟 㼟㟐䐩㼟 䜓䬝䜓䂭䡨㼟䄼 䎈㟐䂭 䆜䡨䞜䬝䡨䎈䞜䝻䬝䆜䎈㛆㱤 䮼㠨䐩䤖䤖䂭䵚 㟐䂭㠨 䵚䬝䮼䡨 䠋䐩䞜䈦䂭㼟 䐩㠨䬝䆜䡨䵚 㟐䂭㠨䎈䂭㛆㶈䄼 䐩 䤖䆜㶈㶈 䬝㶈 䮼㟐䝻㼟䂭 䜓䝻䎈㼟 䂭䜓䂭㠨㗅䝻䡨㗅 㶈㠨䬝䜓 㟐䂭㠨 䜓䬝䆜㼟㟐 䐩䎈 䎈㟐䂭 䎈䤖䬝䈦䂭䄼 䐩㛆䜓䬝䎈㼟 㶈㠨䂭䂭䣋䝻䡨㗅 䝻䡨㼟䬝 䝻䞜㱤 䎈㟐䐩㠨䵚䎈䜿 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅 䎈㼟䐩㠨䂭䵚 䐩㼟 㼟㟐䂭 䀳䐩䎈㼟 㶈䬝㗅㗅㱤 䐩㠨䂭䐩 䐩㟐䂭䐩䵚䄼 䐩䤖䤖䂭䐩㠨䝻䡨㗅 䎈䬝䜓䂭䮼㟐䐩㼟 䐩䨾䎈䂭䡨㼟䌗䜓䝻䡨䵚䂭䵚䜿
—
䂭䨾
䬝㼟
㼟㟐䂭䂭㠨
䔛㠨䜿
䮼㟐䬝
—
㗅㠨㠨䐩㱤䞜䡨䝻
㠨䂭䡨䬝㗅䝻
䡨䝻
䐩
䬝䮼㼟
䞜䈦㛆䨾䐩
䜓䐩䎈㗅䂭䎈䂭
㗅䐩䬝䄼
㗅㼟䆜䬝㠨㟐䨾
䜓㶈䬝㠨
㟐䵚䐩
㛆䞜䵚䜓䂭䝻䐩
㶈䬝䜓㠨
㛆㑿䵚䡨䝻䜿
䬝㠨㶈
㼟䂭㟐
䐩
䆜䝻䎈䎈㼟
䡨䬝㼱㗅
䐩䵚㱤
䡨䜓䂭
䐩㱤㰉䝻㛆䜓
㱤䨾
㶈䬝㗅㱤㗅
䎈䝳㼟䆜
䎈㠨䂭䂭䞜䆜
䆜㼟䬝
䐩㟐㶈㛆
䜓䂭䨾䎈䜓䂭㠨
䂭㟐㼟
䂭㠨䐩䂭㠨䵚㼟㼟䂭
㶈䬝
䡧㼟 䎈䂭䂭䜓䂭䵚 䔛㠨䜿 㑿㛆䝻䡨䵚 䈦䡨䂭䮼 䐩䨾䬝䆜㼟 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔓䝻䐩䡨㱤䬝䆜 䨾䂭䝻䡨㗅 㼟㠨䐩䤖䤖䂭䵚 䝻䡨 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅 䐩䡨䵚 㼟㟐䆜䎈 䎈䂭䡨㼟 㼟㟐䂭 㼟䮼䬝 䨾㛆䐩䞜䈦䌗䎈䆜䝻㼟䂭䵚 䜓䂭䡨 䐩䎈 䐩 䜓䂭䐩䡨䎈 㼟䬝 㟐䂭㛆䤖䜿
㕣㶈㼟䂭㠨 䵚䂭㛆䝻䀳䂭㠨䝻䡨㗅 㼟㟐䂭 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㰉䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤 䬝䆜㼟䄼 㼟㟐䂭 㼟䮼䬝 䜓䂭䡨 䝻䜓䜓䂭䵚䝻䐩㼟䂭㛆㱤 㛆䂭㶈㼟䄼 䮼㟐䝻㛆䂭 㼟㟐䂭 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㰉䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤 䮼䐩䎈 㼟䂭䜓䤖䬝㠨䐩㠨䝻㛆㱤 䎈䂭㼟㼟㛆䂭䵚 䝻䡨 䐩 䡨䂭䐩㠨䨾㱤 䎈䜓䐩㛆㛆 㼟䬝䮼䡨 — 㱤䂭㼟䄼 䐩䎈 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅 䞜䬝䡨㼟䝻䡨䆜䂭䵚 㼟䬝 䎈䤖㠨䂭䐩䵚䄼 㼟㟐䝻䎈 㼟䬝䮼䡨 䜓䝻㗅㟐㼟 䡨䂭䂭䵚 㼟䬝 䂭䀳䐩䞜䆜䐩㼟䂭 䮼䝻㼟㟐䝻䡨 㼟䮼䬝 䵚䐩㱤䎈䜿
䡨䂭䝻㼟㶈㛆䝻䡨䂭䝻䵚㱤
䜓䐩㗅䡨䬝
㼟䂭㱤㟐
㼟䬝
䬝㶈㗅䄼
䬝䞜㼟䞜䡨䐩㼟
㰉㱤䝻䐩䜓㛆
䂭㼟㟐
—
䝻㼟䐩䡨䆜㼟䝻䎈䬝
㛆㼟䬝䎈
䝻䄼㰉㛆䜓䐩㱤
䐩䡨䵚
䬝㼱䡨㗅
㼟䂭㟐
䂭㼟㟐
㟐䂭㼟
䡨䬝㗅㼱
䝻㼟䡨㱤㗅㠨
䂭䨾䂭䐩㼟㟐㛆㠨䌗䎈䝻䎈
䂭㟐㼟䂭㠨
䎈䝻㠨㠨㠨䐩䮼䬝
㶈㠨㼟䐩䂭
䎈䝻䬝䡨䞜䵚䆜䎈䝻䎈
䜓䜓䎈䂭㠨䂭䨾
—
㠨䐩䝻䂭䡨䜓
䝻䡨
䝻䎈㛆㛆㼟
䎈䡨䂭㠨䬝䝻䞜䵚
㼟䬝
㼟㟐䜓㗅䝻
䬝䡨䂭䞜
䂭䎈䬝䜓
䬝㶈
㗅䬝㼱䡨
䉗㛆䡨䂭䞜
㼟㶈㕣䂭㠨
䆜㠨䞜㱤䜿䬝㼟䡨
䡨䎈䝻䂭䞜
䬝㛆䞜䆜䵚’㼟䡨
䝻㼟㠨㟐䂭
䝻㼟㠨㶈䎈
䞜䜿䝻䆜䐩䬝䡨䜓䬝䞜䡨䜓䝻㼟
䎈䨾䂭㠨䬝䂭䀳
䐩㟐䵚
䐩䐩䡨㠨䬝㔃
䵚䞜䂭䵚䝻䂭䵚
䐩䡨䵚
䝻䐩䞜㕣䜓䂭㠨
䄒䆜
䬝㼟
䵚䆜䂭
㱤䂭㠨䬝䀳䂭䂭䡨
䎈䮼䐩
㛆䄼䐩㛆
㼟㱤䂭㟐
㼱㟐䬝䆜㼟
䡨㶈䬝䵚䆜䄼
䡨㼟䝻㼟㟐䎈䂭㛆䨾䎈䂭䐩䜓
䡨䝻
䎈䮼䐩
䂭䂭㠨䮼
㟐㼟䂭
䎈䬝䎈䨾䝻㱤㛆㻅
䐩䀳㗅䡨䂭䝻㛆
“䔛䎈䜿 㾏䂭䡨䄼 䔛䎈䜿 㾏䂭䡨䟵”
“䔸㟐䜿䜿䜿 䡧 䮼䐩䎈 㼟㟐䝻䡨䈦䝻䡨㗅 䐩䨾䬝䆜㼟 䎈䬝䜓䂭㼟㟐䝻䡨㗅䜿 㓉䬝䡨㼟䝻䡨䆜䂭䜿” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅 㠨䂭㗅䐩䝻䡨䂭䵚 㟐䂭㠨 䞜䬝䜓䤖䬝䎈䆜㠨䂭䄼 䬝䡨䞜䂭 䐩㗅䐩䝻䡨 䵚䝻䎈㼟㠨䐩䞜㼟䂭䵚㛆㱤 㛆䝻䎈㼟䂭䡨䝻䡨㗅 㼟䬝 㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝’䎈 㠨䂭䤖䬝㠨㼟䜿
䜓䐩㠨㼟䂭㼟
㗅㼱䬝䡨
䬝䡨
㛆䬝㗅䡨
䐩㟐䵚
—
䐩㟐䵚䵚䡨䂭
㗅䝻䟽䡨
䆜㼟䂭㠨䡨㠨
䤖䆜㛆䬝䵚䂭䞜
䬝䄼䞜㼟㠨㱤䡨䆜
䝻䂭䐩㗅䀳䡨䡨䝻㼟㼟䝻䎈䬝
䵚䂭㼟䎈䐩㼟㠨
䎈䜓䆜䡨䬝䜓
䮼䐩䎈
㗅䜿䡨䝻䡨䐩㗅㟐
䬝㼟
㼟䝻㟐䮼
䂭㟐㼟
㛆㼟䂭㶈
㟐䂭㠨
㼟䈦䎈䐩
䬝㶈
㛆䵚䬝䆜䞜
㼟㟐䂭
䨾䐩䄼䈦䞜
䈦䈦䝻㕣䬝
䡨㶈䵚䝻
䎈㠨䬝䡨䂭䐩
䬝㼟
䄼䂭㛆䐩㼟㠨
䈦㕣䝻䈦䬝
㟐㔓䂭
䐩㗅䬝
䬝㼟
䎈㼟㟐䆜
㼱䝻䡨䞜䂭 䂭㡬䤖䂭㠨䝻䂭䡨䞜䝻䡨㗅 㼟㟐䂭 䝻䞜䂭 䞜䂭㛆㛆䐩㠨 䝻䡨䞜䝻䵚䂭䡨㼟䄼 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅’䎈 䤖䂭㠨䎈䤖䂭䞜㼟䝻䀳䂭 㟐䐩䵚 䎈㟐䝻㶈㼟䂭䵚 䎈䝻㗅䡨䝻㶈䝻䞜䐩䡨㼟㛆㱤䄼 䮼䝻㼟㟐 㼟㟐䂭 䤖㠨䝻䬝㠨 䐩䤖䤖㠨䂭㟐䂭䡨䎈䝻䬝䡨 㼟䬝䮼䐩㠨䵚䎈 䧮䆜䬝 䅩䝻䆜 䞜䐩䎈㼟 䬝㶈㶈 䂭䡨㼟䝻㠨䂭㛆㱤䜿䜿䜿 䎈㟐䂭 㠨䐩㼟㟐䂭㠨 䀳䐩㗅䆜䂭㛆㱤 䮼䬝㠨㠨䝻䂭䵚 䐩䨾䬝䆜㼟 㼟㟐䂭 䤖䬝䎈䎈䝻䨾䝻㛆䝻㼟㱤 䬝㶈 㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝’䎈 㠨䂭㼟䆜㠨䡨 䜓䝻㗅㟐㼟 䐩䞜䞜䝻䵚䂭䡨㼟䐩㛆㛆㱤 㠨䂭䀳䂭䐩㛆 㟐䂭㠨 䝻䡨䀳䂭䎈㼟䝻㗅䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 㼟䐩䎈䈦䄼 䮼㟐䝻䞜㟐 䞜䬝䆜㛆䵚 䞜䬝䝻䡨䞜䝻䵚䂭䡨㼟䐩㛆㛆㱤 㠨䂭䐩䞜㟐 䧮䆜䬝 䅩䝻䆜’䎈 䂭䐩㠨䎈䜿䜿䜿
“㕣䈦䝻䈦䬝䄼 㱤䬝䆜’䀳䂭 䵚䬝䡨䂭 䮼䂭㛆㛆㯕” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅 䎈䆜䵚䵚䂭䡨㛆㱤 䂭㡬䞜㛆䐩䝻䜓䂭䵚䄼 “㑿䆜㼟 䝻㼟’䎈 䎈㼟䝻㛆㛆 䡨䬝㼟 䂭䡨䬝䆜㗅㟐㯕 䡧 䡨䂭䂭䵚 䜓䬝㠨䂭㯕 䟽䬝䆜㠨 䡨䂭㡬㼟 䞜㛆䂭䐩㠨 㗅䬝䐩㛆 䝻䎈 㼟䬝 䝻䡨䀳䂭䎈㼟䝻㗅䐩㼟䂭 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䡨䂭㼟䮼䬝㠨䈦䄼 㶈䝻䡨䵚 䬝䆜㼟 䮼㟐䬝 䝻䎈 䝻䡨䀳䬝㛆䀳䂭䵚㯕 䡧㼟’䎈 䞜㠨䆜䞜䝻䐩㛆 㶈䬝㠨 䬝䆜㠨 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㰉䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤䄼 䆜䡨䵚䂭㠨䎈㼟䬝䬝䵚䟵”
䜿䎈”䔛
䡧
䡨䂭㾏䄼
䂭䐩䵚䡨㠨䡨䎈㼟䵚”䆜㯕
“㔓㟐䐩䡨䈦 㱤䬝䆜 㶈䬝㠨 㱤䬝䆜㠨 㟐䐩㠨䵚 䮼䬝㠨䈦䜿” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䟽䝻䡨㗅 㗅䂭䡨㼟㛆㱤 䎈䐩䝻䵚䄼 “䡧 㟐䐩䀳䂭 䬝㼟㟐䂭㠨 䜓䐩㼟㼟䂭㠨䎈 㼟䬝 䐩㼟㼟䂭䡨䵚 㼟䬝 㟐䂭㠨䂭䜿 䡧㶈 㼟㟐䂭㠨䂭 䐩㠨䂭 䐩䡨㱤 䡨䂭䮼 䵚䂭䀳䂭㛆䬝䤖䜓䂭䡨㼟䎈䄼 㠨䂭䤖䬝㠨㼟 㼟䬝 䜓䂭䜿䜿䜿 䬝㟐䄼 䐩䡨䵚 䎈䝻䡨䞜䂭 䔛䎈䜿 㾏䂭䡨 䝻䎈 䡨䂭䐩㠨䨾㱤䄼 㼟㠨㱤 㼟䬝 䂭䡨䎈䆜㠨䂭 㟐䂭㠨 䎈䐩㶈䂭㼟㱤䜿 㾏䂭㗅䐩㠨䵚㛆䂭䎈䎈䄼 䎈㟐䂭’䎈 䬝䆜㠨 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㰉䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤’䎈 䵚䐩䆜㗅㟐㼟䂭㠨䌗䝻䡨䌗㛆䐩䮼䜿”
“䉗䡨䵚䂭㠨䎈㼟䬝䬝䵚㯕”
㗅䡨䜓㗅䐩䐩䡨䝻
䐩㠨䤖䮼
䬝䵚䮼䡨
䤖䆜
㛆㛆䐩䞜
䂭㼟㟐
䐩䂭䵚䡨㱤䮼
䟽䡨㗅䝻
䵚䨾䂭
㱤㛆䐩
㼟䬝
—
䝻㛆䐩㰉㱤㛆䡨
㶈䬝
䐩䵚㟐
䞜䬝䜓䡨䡨䂭䡨㼟䝻䂭㶈
䂭䎈䬝㟐䆜
䡨䬝
䂭㼟㟐
䐩䵚䡨
䮼㟐䝻㼟
㼟䡨䐩䂭䐩䞜㠨㛆䎈
㼟㟐䝻䎈
㗅㼱䬝䡨
䆜䝻䡨䄼䀳䡨㗅䂭䡨㠨
䝻䐩䎈㛆’䜓㱤㰉
䬝㕣䄼䝻䈦䈦
㼱䬝㗅䡨
䡨䂭䞜㟐䐩䞜
㟐㠨䂭
㼟㟐䂭
㼟䬝
䂭䂭䨾䡨
㼟䐩
䵚䂭䤖䬝䝻㠨
䀳㛆㗅䝻䡨䂭䐩
䜿䂭㼟䎈㠨
䝻㼟䂭㛆㼟㛆
㺐䬝䮼䄼 㟐䐩䀳䝻䡨㗅 䂭㡬䝻㼟䂭䵚 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅㗅㱤 䐩㠨䂭䐩䄼 㛆㱤䝻䡨㗅 䵚䬝䮼䡨 䞜䬝䜓㶈䬝㠨㼟䐩䨾㛆㱤䄼 䎈㟐䂭 㶈䂭㛆㼟 䆜㼟㼟䂭㠨㛆㱤 䂭㡬㟐䐩䆜䎈㼟䂭䵚䜿
“䄒䐩䝻㼟 䐩 䜓䝻䡨䆜㼟䂭䜿䜿䜿 䵚䝻䵚䡨’㼟 䧮䆜䬝 䅩䝻䆜 䎈䐩㱤 㟐䂭’䵚 䨾䂭 㟐䬝䜓䂭 㶈䬝㠨 㼟㟐䂭 㺐䂭䮼 䟽䂭䐩㠨䟵 䄒㟐㱤 䝻䎈 㟐䝻䎈 䎈㼟䂭䤖䜓䬝㼟㟐䂭㠨 㟐䂭㠨䂭 䝻䡨䎈㼟䂭䐩䵚䟵”
㼱䆜㱤䵚䵚䂭䄼䡨㛆
㟐㠨䂭
䬝㗅䮼䝻㠨㗅䡨
䐩㼟䵚䂭䂭㛆䎈䬝
䂭䵚䎈㱤㛆䂭䝻
㱤䝻䞜㼟
䂭㛆䡨䎈䎈䤖䂭䎈䂭䝻
䞜㛆㗅䝻䎈䬝䡨
䝻㶈㛆䐩䡨㛆㱤
䮼㟐䐩䂭䎈䵚
㟐㠨䂭䄼
㟐䂭䂭㠨䀳䐩䄼䝻
㶈㟐䐩㛆䂭䵚䎈
䡨䵚䆜䂭䝻㠨
䬝㶈
䐩
䎈䂭䞜䂭䡨
䐩䎈
㠨䬝䂭䀳
䂭䀳㟐䜿䝻䂭䜿䐩㠨䜿
㱤䨾䜿
㕣䜓䝻䵚䎈㼟 㼟㟐䐩㼟 䮼㠨䂭䞜䈦䂭䵚 䞜䝻㼟㱤 㛆䐩㱤 䡨䆜䜓䂭㠨䬝䆜䎈 䵚䂭䞜䐩㱤䝻䡨㗅 䞜䬝㠨䤖䎈䂭䎈䄼 㠨䬝䐩䜓䝻䡨㗅䜿䜿䜿
䜿䜿䜿
䮼䎈䐩
㼟㟐䂭
䂭䮼㠨䂭䬝䄼㟐䀳
䵚䂭㛆㱤䐩㠨䐩
䜓䎈䬝㼟
㼟䤖䂭䜓㱤䄼
㼟䂭䨾䎈
㼟䫨䆜䂭䝻
䬝㶈㶈䂭䜿㠨䜿䜿
䀳䝻㟐㗅䐩䡨
䜿㛆䂭䐩㠨㱤
䂭䬝㼟㛆㟐
㼟䬝䮼䡨
㟐㔓䝻䎈
䮼䐩䎈
㟐䝻䮼㼟
㛆䬝䆜䵚䞜
䂭㟐㼟
㼟䵚䐩䂭䂭㠨䵚䤖
䎈䝻㟐㼟
䂭䆜㼟䎈㗅䎈
㼟䂭㟐䬝㛆
䂭䂭䡨䀳
䧮䐩㼟䂭 䐩㼟 䡨䝻㗅㟐㼟䄼 䐩 㠨䬝䬝䜓 䝻䡨 㼟㟐䂭 㟐䬝㼟䂭㛆 䎈㼟䝻㛆㛆 䈦䂭䤖㼟 䝻㼟䎈 㛆䝻㗅㟐㼟䎈 䬝䡨䜿
“䡧㼟’䎈 䎈㼟䝻㛆㛆 䎈䤖㠨䂭䐩䵚䝻䡨㗅䄼 㼟㟐䝻䎈 㶈䬝㗅 䝻䎈 㛆䝻䈦䂭 䐩 䜓䬝䡨䎈㼟㠨䬝䆜䎈 䨾䂭䐩䎈㼟 䵚䂭䀳䬝䆜㠨䝻䡨㗅 䂭䀳䂭㠨㱤㼟㟐䝻䡨㗅䜿” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 㠨䂭䜓䐩㠨䈦䂭䵚 䐩䎈 㟐䂭 䤖䂭䂭㠨䂭䵚 㼟㟐㠨䬝䆜㗅㟐 䡨䝻㗅㟐㼟 䀳䝻䎈䝻䬝䡨 㗅䬝㗅㗅㛆䂭䎈 䐩㼟 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅 䬝䆜㼟䎈䝻䵚䂭 㼟㟐䂭 㼟䬝䮼䡨䜿
㗅㠨䝻䡨䆜䵚
㠨䆜䎈䤖㠨䎈䂭䝻
㛆㶈䬝㼟䎈㱤
䀳䜿䝻䂭䬝䞜
䎈䐩㗅䵚䜿”䡨䝻䤖䂭㠨
䐩䜓䂭㶈㛆䂭
䂭䵚䬝䆜䡨䵚䎈
䐩
‘㼟䎈䝻
—
㠨䬝䞜䂭䀳䂭䵚
㟐㓉㱤䎈䆜’䐩䡨㗅
㑿”䈦䞜䐩
㼱䬝㗅䡨
䐩䐩䂭䚯㠨
䬝㗅㶈
䬝䡨
㠨䬝’䆜㰉
䝻䨾䂭䡨㟐䵚
䡨䬝㟐䵚㼟䆜䎈䐩
䜓䝻䂭䎈㛆
䎈䆜䝻䬝䂭䵚䬝䜓㛆
䂭㟐㼟䡨䄼
䎈䐩㶁䎈㛆
䄼㠨䮼䐩
㕣
㔃䡨䐩㠨䬝䐩
㛆㛆䎈㼟䝻
㑿䬝’䈦䬝
㟐㼟䂭
‘䝻䎈㼟
㟐䂭㼟
䞜䬝䂭䝻䀳
㼱䎈䂭䎈䐩䬝䡨
㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈
㔓㟐䂭 䤖㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㟐䐩䵚 䞜㟐䐩䡨㗅䂭䵚 䝻䡨㼟䬝 䜓䬝䵚䂭㠨䡨 䞜㛆䬝㼟㟐䂭䎈䄼 㟐䂭㠨 㟐䐩䝻㠨 㛆䬝䬝䎈䂭㛆㱤 䵚㠨䐩䤖䂭䵚 䮼䝻㼟㟐䬝䆜㼟 䐩䡨㱤 䎈㼟㱤㛆䝻䡨㗅 — 㱤䂭㼟 䂭䀳䂭䡨 䎈䬝䄼 㟐䂭㠨 㟐䐩䝻㠨 㶈㛆䬝䮼䂭䵚 䎈䜓䬝䬝㼟㟐㛆㱤 㛆䝻䈦䂭 䎈䝻㛆䈦䜿
“䟽䬝䆜 䜓䂭䐩䡨 䝻㼟䎈 䎈䤖㠨䂭䐩䵚 䜓䝻㗅㟐㼟 䂭䀳䂭䡨㼟䆜䐩㛆㛆㱤 䞜䬝䀳䂭㠨 䬝䀳䂭㠨 㶈䝻䀳䂭 㟐䆜䡨䵚㠨䂭䵚 䈦䝻㛆䬝䜓䂭㼟䂭㠨䎈䟵” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 㼟䆜㠨䡨䂭䵚 䐩㠨䬝䆜䡨䵚 㼟䬝 㶈䐩䞜䂭 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅’䎈 㶈䐩䞜䂭䜿䜿䜿 䎈㼟䝻㛆㛆 䨾䂭䐩㠨䝻䡨㗅 䐩 㟐䝻䡨㼟 䬝㶈 䤖䐩㛆䂭䡨䂭䎈䎈䜿
㟐㼟㼟䄼䐩
䎈䐩
䂭䨾䂭䬝㶈䄼㠨
㛆䜓㱤䡨㛆㠨䜿䐩䬝
—
㾋䝻䡨䆜㠨㗅
㶈㠨䬝䜓
㼟䂭㱤㟐
䂭䎈㼟䡨䞜䝻䵚䐩
䵚䆜㠨䡨䂭
䂭䡨㛆䬝㱤䤖
㗅䡨䬝㼱
䐩
㠨䂭㼟䡨’䂭䮼
䡨䡨䝻䐩䜓㼟䐩䵚䝻䂭
㟐㼟䂭
㻅䐩㠨䂭㛆
䞜䜓䬝㼟䐩䝻䞜䜓䆜䡨䂭
䞜㠨䡨䂭䎈㻅䝻䎈
䐩䂭䞜㠨㼟䝻䡨
䬝㼟
䡨䬝䬝㛆䞜㼟㠨䄼
㟐㱤䡨䆜㗅㓉䐩
䤖㼟䝻䂭䎈䵚䂭
㟐䎈㛆㼟䝻䂭䬝
䐩䎈
䬝䮼䡨
㟐㼟䎈䝻
㠨’㔃䬝䐩䐩䎈䡨
䆜㼱䬝㟐䝻䆜
䂭㛆䐩䨾
䬝䜓㠨䂭
䂭䝻䄼㼟䜓
㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 㟐䐩䵚 㗅䬝㼟㼟䂭䡨 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 䐩 㻅㕣㾋䄼 䐩䡨䵚 䬝䡨䞜䂭 䬝䆜㼟 䬝㶈 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅㗅㱤 䐩㠨䂭䐩䄼 䂭㛆䂭䞜㼟㠨䬝䡨䝻䞜 䵚䂭䀳䝻䞜䂭䎈 䨾䂭䞜䐩䜓䂭 㶈䆜䡨䞜㼟䝻䬝䡨䐩㛆 䐩㗅䐩䝻䡨䜿䜿䜿 䞜䬝䡨㼟䝻䡨䆜䬝䆜䎈㛆㱤 㟐䐩䀳䝻䡨㗅 䐩 㼟䂭䐩䞜㟐䂭㠨 㼟䬝 䝻䜓䤖䐩㠨㼟 䜓䬝䵚䂭㠨䡨 䈦䡨䬝䮼㛆䂭䵚㗅䂭 㼟䬝 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 䮼䐩䎈䡨’㼟 䝻䜓䤖䬝䎈䎈䝻䨾㛆䂭䄼 䨾䆜㼟 㼟㟐䂭 䞜䆜㠨㠨䂭䡨㼟 䎈䝻㼟䆜䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 䜓䐩䵚䂭 䝻㼟 䝻䡨䞜䬝䡨䀳䂭䡨䝻䂭䡨㼟䜿
㔃䬝䮼䂭䀳䂭㠨䄼 㼟㟐䂭 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㟐䐩䎈 䫨䆜䝻㼟䂭 䐩䡨 䐩䨾䝻㛆䝻㼟㱤 㼟䬝 䐩䵚䐩䤖㼟䄼 䐩䡨䵚 䎈㟐䂭 䝻䎈 䀳䂭㠨㱤 䝻䡨㼟䂭㛆㛆䝻㗅䂭䡨㼟䄼 䬝㶈㼟䂭䡨 䵚㠨䐩䮼䝻䡨㗅 䝻䡨㶈䂭㠨䂭䡨䞜䂭䎈 㶈㠨䬝䜓 䬝䡨䂭 䝻䡨䎈㼟䐩䡨䞜䂭 㼟䬝 䐩䡨䬝㼟㟐䂭㠨䜿 䡧䡨 䠋䆜䎈㼟 䐩 䎈㟐䬝㠨㼟 㼟䝻䜓䂭䄼 䎈㟐䂭 㟐䐩䎈 㼟㠨䆜㛆㱤 䐩䞜䞜䂭䤖㼟䂭䵚 䜓䬝䵚䂭㠨䡨 䎈䬝䞜䝻䂭㼟㱤䜿
“䡧㼟
㼟䂭㟐
㛆䈦䬝䬝
㼟㟐䂭
䵚䝻䡨㼟’䵚
䐩㛆㛆
“㛆䂭䮼㛆䜿
䎈䡨䎈䬝䂭㼱䐩
“㔃㠨䀳䂭䂭䬝䄼䮼
㼟㟐䂭
䎈䝻㼟
㟐䂭㠨
䡨㛆䜿䤖㼟䬝”㼟䂭䐩䝻
䎈㟐䂭
䐩䎈
䂭䣋䐩㶁䵚㛆
䡨䂭㠨㻅䞜䎈䎈䝻
䈦’㑿䬝䬝
㼟㟐䂭䂭㠨䮼㟐
‘㰉䬝㠨䆜
㠨䈦䐩䨾䂭
㰉䬝䆜’㠨
䈦㑿䬝䬝’
䂭䎈䵚䵚䂭䡨䤖
㟐㠨䂭䂭’㼟䎈
㛆䐩䡨䐩㛆䡨䬝㼟㱤㟐䡨䞜䄼
䐩㱤䮼
䆜䞜䐩㛆㛆㼟䐩㱤
䬝䡨
䐩
䆜䡨䎈㗅䝻
㟐㼟䂭
䐩㡬䄼䐩䝻䆜㔃
㶈䬝
䤖䆜䄼
䂭㱤䂭䎈
䞜䡨䐩
䡨䆜㟐㗅㓉㱤䐩
䂭㼱䎈䡨䬝䐩䎈
㛆䆜㶈㛆
䤖䂭䡨䬝㠨䎈
㛆䡨䐩䆜㟐䂭䎈
㛆䵚䣋㶁䐩䂭
䬝㼟
䝻䂭䵚㡬㶈
䬝䡨
䐩䜓䤖
䐩䡨䵚
䎈䵚䐩䝻
“䔸㟐䟵” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䨾䂭䞜䐩䜓䂭 䝻䡨㼟䂭㠨䂭䎈㼟䂭䵚䄼 “㾋䝻䵚䡨’㼟 㱤䬝䆜 䎈䐩㱤 㼟㟐䐩㼟 䆜䡨㛆䂭䎈䎈 㼟㟐䂭 䎈䤖䂭㛆㛆䞜䐩䎈㼟䂭㠨 䵚䝻䂭䎈 䬝㠨 䎈㼟䬝䤖䎈䄼 䝻㼟 䮼䬝䆜㛆䵚䡨’㼟 䎈㼟䬝䤖䟵”
㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 㠨䐩䝻䎈䂭䵚 㟐䂭㠨 㟐䂭䐩䵚 㼟䬝 㛆䬝䬝䈦 䐩㼟 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䐩䡨䵚 䎈䐩䝻䵚䄼 “㔓㟐䂭 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚 䡧 䜓䂭䡨㼟䝻䬝䡨䂭䵚 㶈䬝㠨 䨾㠨䂭䐩䈦䝻䡨㗅 䝻㼟 㠨䂭㶈䂭㠨䎈 㼟䬝 㟐䬝䮼 㼟䬝 䜓䬝䀳䂭 䮼䝻㼟㟐䝻䡨 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅䄼 䡨䬝㼟 㼟䬝 䵚䝻䎈䤖䂭㛆 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅䜿 䡧’䀳䂭 䐩㛆㠨䂭䐩䵚㱤 䜓䂭䡨㼟䝻䬝䡨䂭䵚 㼟㟐䐩㼟 㼟䬝 㠨䂭䤖䂭㛆 㼟㟐䂭 䝻䡨䀳䐩䎈䝻䬝䡨 䬝㶈 㼱㼟㠨䐩䡨㗅䂭 㑿䂭䐩䎈㼟䎈䄼 㼟㟐䂭 䵚㱤䡨䐩䎈㼟㱤 䆜䎈䂭䵚 㼟㟐䂭 ‘㰉䬝䆜㠨 㼱䂭䐩䎈䬝䡨䎈 㶁㛆䐩䣋䂭䵚 㑿䬝䬝䈦’䜿 䔸䡨䞜䂭 㼟㟐䝻䎈 㼱㼟㠨䐩䡨㗅䂭 㔓㠨䂭䐩䎈䆜㠨䂭 䝻䎈 䐩䞜㼟䝻䀳䐩㼟䂭䵚䄼 䝻㼟 䵚䬝䂭䎈䡨’㼟 䵚䝻䎈㼟䝻䡨㗅䆜䝻䎈㟐 䨾䂭㼟䮼䂭䂭䡨 㶈㠨䝻䂭䡨䵚 䬝㠨 㶈䬝䂭䜿 䄒䝻㼟㟐䬝䆜㼟 䐩 䎈䐩㶈䂭 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚 㼟䬝 䜓䬝䀳䂭䄼 㟐䬝䮼 䞜䬝䆜㛆䵚 㼟㟐䂭 䵚㱤䡨䐩䎈㼟㱤’䎈 䐩㠨䜓㱤 㶈䝻㗅㟐㼟 䐩䡨䵚 䈦䝻㛆㛆 㼟㟐䂭 㼱㼟㠨䐩䡨㗅䂭 㑿䂭䐩䎈㼟䎈 䝻䡨 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅䟵”
䂭㟐㼟
䆜䨾䬝䐩㼟
䎈䐩䈦
䜓䬝䡨㼟䂭䝻䡨
㟐㠨㼟䝻䂭
—
㶈䎈㠨㼟䝻
䡨䝻䵚’䵚㼟
䬝䬝䵚㗅
㼟䬝
䮼㟐㱤
䝻䀳䐩䜿䀳㠨㛆䆜䎈
䬝㼱㗅䡨
䞜㻅䎈䡨䎈䝻㠨䂭
䬝䎈䂭㠨䐩䡨
䂭㱤㠨䀳
䬝㠨㼟䎈䤖䝻㟐䂭㛆䡨䝻䐩
䵚䝻㼟䵚’䡨
䵚䐩䡨
㼟㶈㠨䂭䐩
㟐䮼䄼䝻㼟
䮼䐩䎈
㠨㶈䬝
䂭㔃
䂭䐩䞜㠨
䮼䜿䬝㠨䂭䜿䡨䵚㶈䜿
䂭䨾㗅䝻䡨
䝻㟐䎈
㟐㼟䝻䎈
䂭㠨㟐䂭㼟
䬝䐩䐩㔃䡨㠨
䡨䬝
䎈䂭㻅䎈㠨䝻䡨䞜
䐩㼟
䐩㛆䄼㛆
䬝㼟
䡨㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩㗅
䎈䡨㼟’䮼䐩
䔸㠨 䤖䂭㠨㟐䐩䤖䎈 䝻㶈 䐩䡨㱤㼟㟐䝻䡨㗅 䮼䂭㠨䂭 㼟䬝 㟐䐩䤖䤖䂭䡨 㼟䬝 㟐䝻䜓䄼 㼟㟐䂭 㼱䆜䝻㟐䬝䆜 㻅䂭䐩㠨㛆 䮼䬝䆜㛆䵚 㠨䂭㼟䆜㠨䡨 䵚䝻㠨䂭䞜㼟㛆㱤 㼟䬝 㟐䂭㠨 㟐䐩䡨䵚䟵
㔓㟐䂭 䮼䐩㠨㠨䝻䬝㠨䎈 䬝㶈 㼟㟐䂭 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㰉䐩䜓䝻㛆㱤䄼 䐩㛆䬝䡨㗅 䮼䝻㼟㟐 䎈䬝䜓䂭 㼟㠨䐩䤖䤖䂭䵚 䝻䡨䎈䝻䵚䂭䄼 䮼䬝䆜㛆䵚 㗅㠨䂭䐩㼟㛆㱤 䨾䂭䡨䂭㶈䝻㼟 㶈㠨䬝䜓 㟐䐩䀳䝻䡨㗅 䐩 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚 㼟䬝 䮼䐩㛆䈦 䮼䝻㼟㟐䝻䡨 㼟㟐䂭 㶈䬝㗅䄼 䜓䐩䈦䝻䡨㗅 䝻㼟 䂭䐩䎈䝻䂭㠨 㼟䬝 䞜䬝䡨䡨䂭䞜㼟 䮼䝻㼟㟐 㼟㟐䂭䜓䜿
㼟㟐䂭
䜓”䟵䂭
㼟㟐䂭䞜䐩
䬝䆜㛆䵚䮼
䎈䡨䝻䞜㠨㻅䎈䂭
㔃䬝䮼”
䣠䀳䂭㠨㱤㼟㟐䝻䡨㗅 䝻䎈 䵚㠨䝻䀳䂭䡨 䨾㱤 䝻䡨㼟䂭㠨䂭䎈㼟䜿䜿䜿 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䆜䡨䵚䂭㠨䎈㼟䬝䬝䵚 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䮼䂭㛆㛆䄼 䎈䬝 㟐䂭 㗅䬝㼟 䎈㼟㠨䐩䝻㗅㟐㼟 㼟䬝 㼟㟐䂭 䤖䬝䝻䡨㼟䜿
㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 䂭㡬䐩䜓䝻䡨䂭䵚 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 㶈䬝㠨 䐩 䜓䬝䜓䂭䡨㼟 䮼䝻㼟㟐 䐩 䜓䂭䐩䡨䝻䡨㗅㶈䆜㛆 㗅㛆䐩䡨䞜䂭 䨾䂭㶈䬝㠨䂭 䎈㛆䬝䮼㛆㱤 䎈䐩㱤䝻䡨㗅䄼 “㕣㛆㼟㟐䬝䆜㗅㟐 䡧 㟐䐩䀳䂭 䐩㛆㠨䂭䐩䵚㱤 䂭䜓䂭㠨㗅䂭䵚䄼 㼟㟐䂭 䤖㛆䐩䞜䂭 䮼㟐䂭㠨䂭 䡧 䎈㛆䆜䜓䨾䂭㠨䂭䵚 㟐䐩䎈 䨾䂭䂭䡨 䵚䐩䜓䐩㗅䂭䵚䜿䜿䜿 䡧 䡨䂭䂭䵚 㼟䬝 䝻䡨䀳䂭䎈㼟䝻㗅䐩㼟䂭 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䜓䐩㼟㼟䂭㠨䜿”
䡨䵚䂭䂭
㼱䬝㗅䡨
䜓䬝䂭䎈䬝䡨䂭
䐩㔃䡨䄼䐩㠨䬝
㟐㗅㠨㼟䝻”䟵
䝻䎈䆜䄼䡨㛆㗅䝻㶈㼟㟐
䂭㛆䵚䎈䜓䝻
㼟䬝
㱤䬝䄼䆜
䝻䨾㗅䡨䂭
䐩䡨䵚
㟐㼟䂭
㼟䬝
䮼䝻㼟㟐
䂭䮼䡨
䬝䆜㱤
㶈䐩䐩㠨䡨䜓䆜䝻䝻㛆
䡨䐩䵚
㱤䂭䝻㼟䄼䀳䡨䂭㗅㠨㟐
䎈䝻䎈䎈䐩㼟
䝻䎈
䐩䵚䄼䝻䎈
䝻㠨㻅䎈䂭䡨䎈䞜”
䬝䂭䜓㠨䡨䵚
䮼䵚䬝㛆㠨
㓉㱤䐩㗅㟐䡨䆜
㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 㛆䬝䬝䈦䂭䵚 䐩㼟 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䎈䝻㛆䂭䡨㼟㛆㱤䜿
䟽䬝䆜䡨㗅 䔛䐩䎈㼟䂭㠨 㼱䬝䡨㗅 䞜㟐䆜䞜䈦㛆䂭䵚 䎈䬝㶈㼟㛆㱤䄼 “䟽䬝䆜㠨 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚 㼟䬝 䨾㠨䂭䐩䈦 䝻㼟 䞜䐩䡨 䝻䡨䵚䂭䂭䵚 㟐䂭㛆䤖 䜓䂭 㶈䝻䡨䵚 㼟㟐䬝䎈䂭 䜓䝻䎈䎈䝻䡨㗅 䎈䆜䨾䬝㠨䵚䝻䡨䐩㼟䂭䎈 䜓䬝㠨䂭 䂭㶈㶈䝻䞜䝻䂭䡨㼟㛆㱤䜿 㑿䆜㼟 䂭䀳䂭䡨 䮼䝻㼟㟐䬝䆜㼟 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚䄼 䡧 䨾䂭㛆䝻䂭䀳䂭 䜓㱤 䎈䆜䨾䬝㠨䵚䝻䡨䐩㼟䂭䎈 䮼䝻㛆㛆 㶈䝻䡨䵚 䐩 䮼䐩㱤 䬝䆜㼟䚯 䝻㼟’䎈 䠋䆜䎈㼟 䐩 䜓䐩㼟㼟䂭㠨 䬝㶈 㼟䝻䜓䂭䜿䜿䜿 䡧 䵚䬝䡨’㼟 䎈䂭䂭 㼟㟐䂭 䤖䬝䝻䡨㼟 䝻䡨 䐩䎈䎈䝻䎈㼟䝻䡨㗅 㼟㟐䂭 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 䠋䆜䎈㼟 㶈䬝㠨 㼟㟐䝻䎈䜿”
䈦䂭䎈䂭
䂭㠨䡨䎈㻅䎈䞜䝻
䵚㱤䵚䂭㛆䆜䎈䡨
䬝㼱”㗅䡨
㱤䬝䆜
䐩㱤㗅䡨㟐㓉䆜
䵚䝻䄼䐩䎈
䬝䆜㱤”䜿
䐩㠨䐩㔃䄼䡨䬝
‘䵚䬝㼟䡨
䂭䤖䄼䬝㠨䮼
㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䎈㟐㠨䆜㗅㗅䂭䵚䄼 “䄒㟐䐩㼟 䵚䬝 㱤䬝䆜 䜓䂭䐩䡨䟵”
㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 㠨䂭䤖㛆䝻䂭䵚 䝻䡨䵚䝻㶈㶈䂭㠨䂭䡨㼟㛆㱤䄼 “䡧 䬝䨾䎈䂭㠨䀳䂭䵚 㱤䬝䆜 䬝㶈㼟䂭䡨 䎈䂭䞜㠨䂭㼟㛆㱤 㛆䬝䬝䈦䝻䡨㗅 䐩㼟 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䐩䡨䞜䝻䂭䡨㼟 䨾䬝䬝䈦䜿䜿䜿 䝻㼟’䎈 㛆䝻䈦䂭㛆㱤 䐩 䞜䆜㛆㼟䝻䀳䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚䄼 䨾䆜㼟 㱤䬝䆜 䎈㼟㠨䆜㗅㗅㛆䂭 㼟䬝 䞜䬝䜓䤖㠨䂭㟐䂭䡨䵚 䝻㼟䜿”
䡨䆜䵚䡨䎈䵚㠨䂭䐩㼟
㠨䡨䬝㔃䐩䐩
䵚䝻䆜䂭䫨䎈䡨㼟
䂭䜿䂭䎈㱤
䝻䎈㟐
䡨㗅㼱䬝
“䆜䟽䬝
“㼟䝻䟵
㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 㠨䂭䤖㛆䝻䂭䵚 䝻䡨 䐩 㶈㛆䐩㼟 㼟䬝䡨䂭䄼 “䟽䬝䆜’㛆㛆 䈦䡨䬝䮼 䆜䤖䬝䡨 㼟㠨㱤䝻䡨㗅䜿”
㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䤖䬝䡨䵚䂭㠨䂭䵚 㶈䬝㠨 䐩 䜓䬝䜓䂭䡨㼟䄼 㼟㟐䂭䡨 㼟䬝䎈䎈䂭䵚 㼟㟐䂭 䐩䡨䞜䝻䂭䡨㼟 䨾䬝䬝䈦䄼 䬝䨾㼟䐩䝻䡨䂭䵚 㶈㠨䬝䜓 㼟㟐䂭 䜓㱤䎈㼟䂭㠨䝻䬝䆜䎈 㶈䝻㗅䆜㠨䂭 䮼䝻㼟㟐 㼟㟐䂭 㑿㠨䬝䡨䣋䂭 䔛䐩䎈䈦䄼 㼟䬝䮼䐩㠨䵚䎈 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅䜿
䂭㔃
㼟䂭㟐
䐩㟐䵚
䈦䬝’䨾䬝䎈
䵚䬝䮼䡨
䂭䵚䐩䝻㼟㛆䜿
㼟䐩㱤䤖㠨
㼟䡨䬝
䂭䂭䜓䜓䵚㠨䣋䬝䝻
㶈䬝
䂭㼟䡨䬝䡨䞜㼟
㛆㼟䐩䎈
㼟䬝
㱤䡨㗅䵚䝻䎈䬝䂭㼟㠨
䮼䎈䐩
䐩䎈
㶈㠨䐩䝻䵚䐩
㼟䝻䄼
㟐㼟䂭
㼟䂭㟐䬝㠨
㟐䂭
㼟㟐䂭
㔓㟐䂭 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 䤖䝻䞜䈦䂭䵚 䝻㼟 䆜䤖 䂭㡬䤖㠨䂭䎈䎈䝻䬝䡨㛆䂭䎈䎈㛆㱤 䐩䡨䵚 䨾䂭㗅䐩䡨 㼟䬝 䞜䐩䎈䆜䐩㛆㛆㱤 㶈㛆䝻䤖 㼟㟐㠨䬝䆜㗅㟐 䝻㼟䜿
㼱㟐䂭 㠨䂭䐩䵚 㶈䬝㠨 䬝䀳䂭㠨 㼟䮼䬝 㟐䬝䆜㠨䎈䄼 䵚䆜㠨䝻䡨㗅 䮼㟐䝻䞜㟐 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䎈䐩䮼 㼟㟐䂭 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈’䎈 䂭㡬䤖㠨䂭䎈䎈䝻䬝䡨 䞜㟐䐩䡨㗅䂭 㶈㠨䬝䜓 䝻䡨䝻㼟䝻䐩㛆 䝻䡨䵚䝻㶈㶈䂭㠨䂭䡨䞜䂭 㼟䬝 䎈䆜㠨䤖㠨䝻䎈䂭䄼 㗅㠨䐩䵚䆜䐩㛆㛆㱤 䨾䂭䞜䬝䜓䝻䡨㗅 䜓䬝㠨䂭 㶈䬝䞜䆜䎈䂭䵚䜿䜿䜿 䎈㟐䂭 㛆䝻䈦䂭㛆㱤 㶈䬝㠨㗅䬝㼟 㼟㟐䂭 㼟䝻䜓䂭䜿
䮼䞜䐩㟐㼟
䐩䤖㼟䂭䝻㼟䡨
䝻䂭㠨䞜㻅䡨䎈䎈
㟐䜿㠨䬝䆜䎈
䟽䡨㗅䬝䆜
㠨㶈䬝
䂭㠨䵚䐩
㼟㟐䂭
䐩䎈䮼
䡨㼱䬝㗅
䐩䂭㠨㼟䎈䔛
䀳䬝䂭䂭㔃䄼䮼㠨
䀳䬝䂭㠨
㼟䬝䮼
䀳㠨䂭㱤
㼟䬝
䞜䬝䝻䡨䵚䡨䆜䂭㼟
䐩䡨䵚
㰉䝻䡨䐩㛆㛆㱤䄼 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 䎈䤖䬝䈦䂭䄼 “䡧 䵚䬝䡨’㼟 䈦䡨䬝䮼 䮼㟐䬝 䐩䆜㼟㟐䬝㠨䂭䵚 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䨾䬝䬝䈦䄼 䨾䆜㼟 䝻㼟’䎈 䞜䂭㠨㼟䐩䝻䡨㛆㱤 䤖㠨䬝䵚䆜䞜䂭䵚 䨾㱤 䐩 㼟䐩㛆䂭䡨㼟䂭䵚 䝻䡨䵚䝻䀳䝻䵚䆜䐩㛆䜿 䡧㼟 䝻䡨䵚䂭䂭䵚 㠨䂭䞜䬝㠨䵚䎈 䐩 䞜䆜㛆㼟䝻䀳䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚 䬝㠨䝻㗅䝻䡨䐩㼟䝻䡨㗅 㶈㠨䬝䜓 㼟㟐䂭 䵚㱤䡨䐩䎈㼟㱤䜿 㔃䬝䮼䂭䀳䂭㠨䄼 㼟㟐䂭 䤖䂭㠨䎈䬝䡨 㟐䐩䎈 䜓䬝䵚䝻㶈䝻䂭䵚 㼟㟐䂭 㼟䂭䞜㟐䡨䝻䫨䆜䂭䄼 㼟䐩䈦䝻䡨㗅 䝻㼟 䐩 䎈㼟䂭䤖 㶈䆜㠨㼟㟐䂭㠨 㼟䬝 䨾䂭䞜䬝䜓䂭 䐩 䮼䬝䡨䵚䂭㠨㶈䆜㛆 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚䜿”
“㕣㠨䂭 㱤䬝䆜 䎈䐩㱤䝻䡨㗅 㼟㟐䂭 䞜䆜㛆㼟䝻䀳䐩㼟䝻䬝䡨 䜓䂭㼟㟐䬝䵚 䝻䡨 㼟㟐䝻䎈 䨾䬝䬝䈦 䬝㠨䝻㗅䝻䡨䐩㼟䂭䎈 㶈㠨䬝䜓 䅩䝻䡨䟵” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䐩䎈䈦䂭䵚 䝻䡨 䵚䝻䎈䨾䂭㛆䝻䂭㶈䜿
䝻䜓䝻䎈䬝㠨㼟㠨䬝䂭䆜
䝻䵚䵚䡨’㼟
㼟䝻
䬝㼟
䐩㟐䂭䀳
㛆㠨䵚䂭䂭䎈䀳䝻䬝
䟵䤖㠨㗅䝻䝻䎈䆜䡨㠨䎈
㕣䡨㗅䬝䜓
䂭㼟㟐
㟐㼟䂭
䤖䂭䬝㠨䮼
㱤䜓䡨䐩
䐩䮼䎈
䡨䝻
㛆䂭㠨䟵䐩䜓
䡧㶈
䝻䀳䵚䝻䡨䆜䝻䵚䐩䎈㛆䜿
㼟㟐䂭
㼟䎈㟐䝻
㶈䐩㼟䂭㠨
䎈䆜䤖䤖䂭䵚㠨䂭䎈䎈
䂭㼟㟐㠨䂭
㱤䐩㾋㱤䎈䡨㼟
㶁䂭㼟䐩㠨
䵚䂭䐩䞜䎈䆜
㛆䞜䬝䆜䵚
㛆㠨䂭䆜䆜䨾㼟䡨㼟䜿
㼟䝻
㼟䂭㶈䆜䬝㼟䡨㠨䐩
㼟䬝
䄼䡨㟐㼟䂭
䡨䐩䵚
䂭䵚䡨䬝䜓
䝻㼟䫨䎈䂭䆜䡨㟐䂭䞜
䂭㔓㟐
“䡧䎈
‘䆜䬝㱤㠨䂭
䆜㼟䂭䝻䫨
䝻䡨㱤䐩䈦㼱’䂭䌗㟐㠨㗅䞜
䬝㟐䞜䐩䄼䎈
䮼䤖䂭䬝㠨
䂭䜓䵚䬝㼟㟐
䝻㼟䎈
䤖䤖䬝䎈䬝䂭
㛆㠨䮼䬝䵚
㱤䨾
㑿䞜䐩䈦
㟐䐩䎈
䂭㼟㟐
㱤㟐㓉䡨䐩㗅䆜
㼟㟐䂭
㶈䜓䝻䬝䵚䵚䂭䄼䝻
㱤㼟䌗䐩㛆䂭㼟㶈䜓䬝䐩䞜㠨㼟䄼䌗㶈
䬝㟐䮼
䂭㼟㟐
㠨䜿䂭㠨䐩
㼟䬝
㟐㼟䂭
䡨㼟䂭䝻䞜䂭㟐䆜䫨
䂭䐩䵚䀳䵚䡨䞜䐩
㠨㗅䎈㼟䝻㠨䝻䡨
㼟䝻
䅩䡨䝻
“䨾䈦䬝䜿䬝
䂭䜓䵚䡨䐩
䎈䎈䡨䂭䝻䞜㻅㠨
䂭䂭㠨䮼
䈦䐩䜓䝻㗅䡨
䬝䆜㛆䨾㼟㠨䂭䄼
䎈䨾㠨䂭䝻㼟
㠨䵚䤖䵚䬝䂭䎈䡨䂭
䆜㟐䜿㼟㶈㠨䜿㠨䂭䜿
䐩䂭䀳㟐
䄼㟐㠨㼟’㓉䐩
㗅䵚䂭䡨㼟㠨䐩
䮼䎈䐩
䂭䜓㟐䄼㼟
㗅䡨䝻䨾䂭
䨾䐩䝻䬝䡨㼟
㱤䵚㼟䎈䐩䡨㱤䄼
䮼䄼㺐䬝
㼟㟐䂭
㼟㱤䐩䎈䵚䡨㱤
“㓉䐩䡨 㼟㟐䂭 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㗅䆜䝻䵚䂭 䜓䂭䟵” 㼱䬝䡨㗅 㔃䐩䬝㠨䐩䡨 䎈䜓䝻㛆䂭䵚䄼 “䡧 䡨䂭䀳䂭㠨 㛆䐩䞜䈦 䜓䐩䡨䤖䬝䮼䂭㠨䄼 㠨䂭䎈䬝䆜㠨䞜䂭䎈䄼 䬝㠨 䮼䂭䐩㛆㼟㟐䜿”
“䡧 䎈㟐䐩㛆㛆 㶈䝻㠨䎈㼟 䝻䜓䤖䐩㠨㼟 㼟㟐䂭 䬝䤖䂭䡨䝻䡨㗅 㼟䂭䞜㟐䡨䝻䫨䆜䂭 㶈䬝㠨 䞜㟐䐩䡨䡨䂭㛆䝻䡨㗅 䂭䡨䂭㠨㗅㱤䜿” 㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅 䎈䐩䝻䵚 䞜䐩㛆䜓㛆㱤䄼 “䡧’㛆㛆 䬝䡨㛆㱤 䎈䐩㱤 䝻㼟 䬝䡨䞜䂭䜿”
㠨㠨䬝䂭䵚䞜
䝻㛆䄼㟐䐩㗅㠨㼟
㛆’䡧㛆
䬝䡨㔃㠨䐩䐩
“䔸䜿㟐䜿䜿
䡨䬝㗅㼱
䤖䜿䂭䬝䡨㟐
䡨䐩䵚
“䜿䝻㼟
䝻㟐䎈
䵚䬝䵚䡨䵚䂭
㼟䬝䆜
䆜䵚㛆䂭䤖㛆
㻅㠨䝻䡨䞜䂭䎈䎈 㓉㟐䆜㱤䐩䡨㗅㥡 䜿䜿䜿
䜿䜿䜿
䜿䜿䜿
㔓㟐䂭 㶈䝻㠨䎈㼟 㼟䬝 䂭䜓䂭㠨㗅䂭 䮼䐩䎈 㼟㟐䂭 㶁㟐䬝䎈㼟 㑿䐩䨾㱤䄼 㶈䬝㛆㛆䬝䮼䂭䵚 䨾㱤 㶁䆜䝻 䅩䝻䐩䡨㱤䝻䄼 䐩䡨䵚 㼟㟐䂭䡨 䧮䬝䡨㗅 䥍䝻㠨䆜䬝 䐩䡨䵚 㼟㟐䂭 㗅㠨䬝䆜䤖䜿
䡧㼟 䮼䐩䎈 䡨䝻㗅㟐㼟㼟䝻䜓䂭䄼 䐩䡨䵚 㼟㟐䂭 䂭㡬䝻㼟 䎈㼟䝻㛆㛆 䞜䬝䡨䡨䂭䞜㼟䂭䵚 㼟䬝 㼟㟐䂭 䨾䐩䞜䈦 䬝㶈 㼟㟐䂭 㗅㠨䐩䝻䡨 䵚䂭䤖䬝㼟—䨾䆜㼟 䐩㶈㼟䂭㠨 䧮䬝䡨㗅 䥍䝻㠨䆜䬝 䐩䡨䵚 㼟㟐䂭 㗅㠨䬝䆜䤖 䞜䐩䜓䂭 䬝䆜㼟䄼 㼟㟐䂭㱤 㶈䬝䆜䡨䵚 䝻㼟 䤖䂭䞜䆜㛆䝻䐩㠨䜿
䐩㱤䨾䂭㺐䄼㠨
䆜㼟䨾
䐩䜿㠨䐩䂭
䵚䡨䐩
䬝䎈㶁㟐㼟
㟐㼟䂭
䤖䂭㛆䤖䬝䂭
䮼䂭䂭㠨
䡨䂭䐩䨾㗅
㗅䝻㼟䤖䡨䡨䝻䞜䎈䂭
䵚䐩㟐
䬝䄼㗅䡨䂭
䫨㼟䝻䂭䆜
䐩
䂭㟐㠨㼟䂭
䝻䂭䵚䝻䜓䜓䂭㱤㛆㼟䐩
䨾䐩㑿㱤
㼟䂭䎈㼟䡨䄼
䂭㶈䮼
㟐㼟䂭
“㺐䬝㼟 㛆䬝䡨㗅 䐩㗅䬝䄼 㼟㟐䂭㠨䂭 䎈㟐䬝䆜㛆䵚 㟐䐩䀳䂭 䨾䂭䂭䡨 䜓䐩䡨㱤 䤖䂭䬝䤖㛆䂭 㟐䂭㠨䂭 䮼㟐䬝 㛆䂭㶈㼟 䝻䡨 䐩 㟐䆜㠨㠨㱤 㶈䬝㠨 䎈䬝䜓䂭 㠨䂭䐩䎈䬝䡨䜿”
“㻅㠨䬝䨾䐩䨾㛆㱤 䨾䂭䞜䐩䆜䎈䂭 䬝㶈 㼟㟐䐩㼟䜿” 䧮䬝䡨㗅 䥍䝻㠨䆜䬝 㶈㠨䬝䮼䡨䂭䵚 䐩䡨䵚 㛆䬝䬝䈦䂭䵚 䆜䤖䜿
䐩䎈䎈䂭䀳䜓䝻
㼟㟐䂭
䡨㗅䐩㻅䂭㛆䝻
䵚䡨䐩
䜓㠨㶈䬝
䂭䎈䂭䡨㗅䝻
䝻䥍㠨䬝䆜’䎈
㔓㠨䂭䐩䎈䆜㠨䄼㱤
䡨䬝䧮㗅
䄼䮼䬝䡨
䞜㼱䝻䂭䡨
䝻㼟
䤖䡨㡬䞜䝻䬝䂭㛆䬝䜓
䡨㠨㗅䂭䜓䝻䂭㗅
䐩䂭䐩㟐䄼䵚
䤖㠨䬝䄼䬝
㟐䐩䵚
䂭㟐㼟
䡨䂭䨾䂭
䣋䂭䐩㟐
䵚䮼䬝䂭䂭䜿㠨䡨䎈
“㔓㟐䝻䎈 䝻䎈䜿䜿䜿” 㶁䆜䝻 䅩䝻䐩䡨㱤䝻 䜓䆜㼟㼟䂭㠨䂭䵚 䐩䡨䵚 㶈䆜㠨㠨䬝䮼䂭䵚 㟐䝻䎈 䨾㠨䬝䮼䎈䄼 䎈䂭䂭䜓䝻䡨㗅㛆㱤 㠨䂭䜓䂭䜓䨾䂭㠨䝻䡨㗅 䎈䬝䜓䂭㼟㟐䝻䡨㗅䄼 䐩䡨䵚 䨾㛆䆜㠨㼟䂭䵚 䬝䆜㼟䄼 “㰉䬝䆜㠨 㼱䂭䐩䎈䬝䡨䎈 㶁㛆䐩䣋䂭䵚 㑿䬝䬝䈦䟵 䄒㟐䬝 䐩䞜㼟䝻䀳䐩㼟䂭䵚 䝻㼟䟵”
“䄒㟐䬝 䂭㛆䎈䂭䟵” 䧮䬝䡨㗅 䥍䝻㠨䆜䬝 䎈䡨䂭䂭㠨䂭䵚䄼 “㾋䝻䵚 㱤䬝䆜 㶈䬝㠨㗅䂭㼟 䮼㟐䬝 䀳䝻䎈䝻㼟䂭䵚 䜓䂭 䎈䤖䂭䞜䝻㶈䝻䞜䐩㛆㛆㱤䟵”
䟵㼱㱤䆜㟐䝻”
㱤’䐩䝻䅩䡨䝻䎈
䂭㶈䐩䞜
䝻䆜㶁
㶁䡨䎈䬝䡨䆜㗅
䡨䂭䜓䜿䐩䜿䜿
䜿䈦䂭䡨䂭䵚䵚䐩㠨
䆜䬝”䟽
䥍䆜䐩䡨 䟽䆜䐩䡨 㻅䐩㛆䐩䞜䂭 䝻䎈 䵚䝻䀳䝻䵚䂭䵚 䝻䡨㼟䬝 㼟䮼䬝 䵚䝻䀳䝻䎈䝻䬝䡨䎈㥡 䅩䝻䐩䡨 䐩䡨䵚 㧜䆜䡨䜿 㧜䆜䡨 䮼䐩䎈 䐩㛆䜓䬝䎈㼟 䂭䡨㼟䝻㠨䂭㛆㱤 䞜䬝䜓䤖䬝䎈䂭䵚 䬝㶈 䵚䂭䜓䬝䡨 䬝䵚䵚䝻㼟䝻䂭䎈 䎈䆜䨾䵚䆜䂭䵚䄼 䮼㟐䝻㛆䂭 䅩䝻䐩䡨 䮼䐩䎈 䵚䂭䎈䞜䂭䡨䵚䐩䡨㼟䎈 䬝㶈 㼟㟐䂭 㶁䬝䡨㗅䎈䆜䡨 㓉㛆䐩䡨䜿 㔓㟐䂭 㻅䂭䡨㗅㛆䐩䝻 㔓㠨䂭䐩䎈䆜㠨㱤 㟐䐩䎈 䨾䂭䂭䡨 䬝䀳䂭㠨䎈䂭䂭䡨 䨾㱤 䅩䝻䐩䡨䜿
䡧㶈 䐩䡨㱤䬝䡨䂭 䞜䬝䆜㛆䵚 䂭䐩䎈䝻㛆㱤 䐩䞜䞜䂭䎈䎈 䐩䡨䵚 䆜䎈䂭 㼟㟐䂭 䀳䐩㛆䆜䐩䨾㛆䂭 㼟㠨䂭䐩䎈䆜㠨䂭䎈 䮼䝻㼟㟐䝻䡨 㼟㟐䂭 㼟㠨䂭䐩䎈䆜㠨㱤䄼 䝻㼟 䮼䬝䆜㛆䵚 䆜䡨䵚䬝䆜䨾㼟䂭䵚㛆㱤 䨾䂭 㼟㟐䂭 㶁䬝䡨㗅䎈䆜䡨 㓉㛆䐩䡨 㶈㠨䬝䜓 䅩䝻䐩䡨䜿
䈦䐩㗅㛆㼟䝻䡨
䐩䂭㠨
䬝㱤䆜
䄒㟐”㼟䐩
䐩䨾㼟䟵䆜䬝
䬝㟐䮼䟵”
䡨㗅㶁䬝䎈䡨䆜
㔓㟐䂭 㠨䂭䞜䂭䡨㼟㛆㱤 䂭䜓䂭㠨㗅䂭䵚 㼱䆜 㽥䝻䠋䆜䡨 㶈䆜㠨㠨䬝䮼䂭䵚 㟐䂭㠨 䨾㠨䬝䮼䎈䜿
“䄒㟐䬝 䂭㛆䎈䂭䟵 㔓㟐䐩㼟 䤖䝻㼟䝻㶈䆜㛆 䈦䝻䵚 㱤䬝䆜 㠨䐩䡨 䐩䮼䐩㱤 㶈㠨䬝䜓 䜓䐩㠨㠨㱤䝻䡨㗅䜿” 䧮䬝䡨㗅 䥍䝻㠨䆜䬝 䎈㟐㠨䆜㗅㗅䂭䵚䜿
䂭㟐䟵”䂭㠨
䞜䂭䐩䜓
㼱䆜
“䐩㼟㟐㔓
䤖䄼䆜䂭䎈䐩䵚
䡨䆜䠋㽥䝻
䝻䝻䵚㼟䬝
䎈䆜㼟㟐䂭㛆䝻㶈䌗䬝㗅䂭䎈㠨
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