Chapter 1124: Chapter 168: I Am Song Haoran, and Now I’m Panicking…
The waiting time wasn’t very long. The two Song Family members soon returned with news that her father and Song Ying were safe, and mentioned that people at the hotel found a cellar and took shelter there for safety reasons.
Father had traveled far and wide through storms and tempests, gaining rich experience, but in recent years, he gradually handed over the business of the Mercenary Group to Song Haoran, retreating to a secondary role. However, his ability to mand on the spot was still fully adequate.
Song Haoran’s appearance showed nothing, but internally, he secretly relaxed a lot — a rather gratifying piece of news came from the mouth of a Song Family Warrior sent out to gather information.
During this waiting time, Song Haoran also dispatched several warriors to search nearby.
They discovered the signals left by those scattered Song Family Warriors.
The Song Family’s Mercenary Group roamed the underground world, often appearing in war-torn places around the world, like tropical jungles and desolate deserts. For this reason, the Song Family naturally had a unique set of signals to distinguish friend from foe.
What one fears most when searching is finding no results. With news of teammates, several warriors brought out were all invigorated.
They almost had no parents; Song Tianyou was their second parent. They had no siblings, those who trained together in the village and emerged from the academy were their brothers and sisters.
Heading to where the signals pointed was very smooth. Everyone once again followed the signal instructions, and with the help of the ‘Heaven Sight and Ground Listen’ technique, they successfully found where several Song Family Warriors were hiding: a medical station in a small town.
Next to the medical station was a small supermarket — it provided basic medical supplies and food. Despite the bad weather with thick fog, it didn’t affect the mood of the few Song Family Warriors hiding here — after all, ambushing a target by lurking in the swamp for days and nights was a mon occurrence.
When Song Haoran suddenly pried open a door at the medical station, the warriors hiding here were passing time with alcohol lamps and marshmallows as snacks.
The sudden sound of the door breaking made everyone tense. They grabbed their weapons with lightning-fast speed, and one even fired a shot at the door immediately upon seeing who stood there after the door was opened — then they were instantly terrified.
What was even more shocking was that facing this sudden bullet, Song Haoran merely tilted his head slightly — a sudden swaying motion.
The bullet flew past his ear and then embedded itself in the ceiling behind him.
Young Master Song whistled, closed the door again, then turned and shouted loudly, “Relax, I’m fine!”
Saying that, Song Haoran knocked on the door twice more, opened it, and smiled saying, “Hello! Everybody!”
The warrior who had first fired the shot opened his mouth, then exhaled heavily, rolling his eyes as he said, “Strategist, can’t you stop dodging all the alarms just to show off your skills?”
“It’s more stylish this way… The alert line was set up quite nicely, not rusty! But you almost wrote the last chapter of my life with a bullet.” Song Haoran laughed heartily, “Alright, stop joking around, e out, we still need to find other people, I found a way to move in the fog.”
Hearing this, everyone quickly packed up their gear, and in less than ten seconds, they were ready to set off again.
But at this moment, Song Haoran heard another set of gunshots from outside!
Princess Chuyang had been following Song Haoran, and as the gunfire erupted outside, she frowned and looked at Song Haoran, saying, “Be careful, it seems a master has e outside.”
“How skilled are they?” Song Haoran asked instinctively.
Princess Chuyang said gravely, “Hard to say.”
Song Haoran was momentarily stunned, then frowned. Meanwhile, the warriors in the room were also looking at Song Haoran… Young Master Song closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them quickly, selecting a few people, “Go to the right staircase, another to the left corridor, bring the sniper… you stay here and set up, wait for my mand… the rest, follow me.”
…
The place was the lobby of the medical station.
When Song Haoran and his team arrived here, the scene before them made them inhale sharply.
The seven Song Family Warriors who had e out this time were all down, their bodies smashed into walls, breaking them, or thrown into the ceiling above… their necks still hanging from the ceiling, bodies dangling, blood dripping.
At this time, the last struggling Song Family Warrior had his forehead clutched by a massive hand!
“You monster!!!” he frantically pulled the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand.
Bullets spat continuously, dozens hitting — hitting the owner of that huge hand, a burly man in ancient attire.
But simultaneously, the burly man easily crushed the warrior’s head!
The burly man casually tossed the Song Family Warrior to the ground, then took a deep breath… those bullets that hit his body were actually being squeezed out one by one by his muscles.
Or, the bullets hadn’t penetrated his body, just caught by the muscles.
“So this is modern weaponry… the power is quite decent.” The burly man seemed quite interested as he picked up the submachine gun from the dead Song Family Warrior, examining it closely, “I remember there were explosive muskets before, the principle seems similar… haha.”
The submachine gun in this burly man’s hand was suddenly snapped in half, and he slowly turned his head — at this moment, Song Haoran slowly stepped out from the hallway.
Song Haoran saw the burly man and the stunning woman behind him… and a middle-aged man wearing a Dragon Robe.
The middle-aged man’s face was quite pale, but he exuded an aura of superiority.
Young Master Song glanced at the Song Family Warriors who had fallen and stopped breathing, his expression calm, and instead, he chuckled softly, “What day is today… a good day for shooting period dramas?”
The burly man and the stunning woman behind him both looked at Song Haoran’s appearance with surprise… Meanwhile, a sharp light flashed in the eyes of the sickly-looking man in the Yellow Robe.
The Yellow Robe man softly said, “A day with a dragon’s visage, the essence of the heavens, the stance of dragon and wind… what an emperor’s visage, what a destined visage! Unexpectedly, a thousand years later, my descendant still has such a child with the aura of destiny!”
A strange shock made Song Haoran suddenly feel a dizzying sensation… he forcefully shook his head, dispelling the dizziness, and frowned, “Who are you people?”
The Yellow Robe man replied indifferently, “Are you a descendant of the Song Family?”
Song Haoran did not reply.
The man in the yellow robe continued, “Since you are a descendant of the Song family, do you know the true origin of the Song clan… I am your ancestor.”
“Ancestor?”
“Yes… All descendants of the Song family are my progeny.”
The voice of the man in the yellow robe seemed to carry a peculiar magic power. At this moment, Song Haoran’s eyelids drooped slightly… The man in the yellow robe looked kindly as he slowly opened his arms, “Since you are my descendant, why don’t you e to my side… and return to my knee?”
Song Haoran seemed quite reluctant as he took a step… A trace of struggle flashed across his face, but it was quickly erased.
He became expressionless, stepping closer and closer to the man in the yellow robe.
The man in the yellow robe seemed satisfied, nodding with a smile, “Your Qi-blood is like a billowing smoke, very good, very good… Truly my excellent descendant!”
Song Haoran continued to stand emotionlessly.
Suddenly, a shade of purple spread across the pale face of the man in the yellow robe… This purple aura gradually turned black, his eyes became black in an instant, appearing eerie—at the same time, he extended his palm.
In the palm of his hand, a crack suddenly appeared—a mouth full of sharp teeth emerged in the center!
This terrifying palm stretched toward Song Haoran… As if a frightening ritual was unfolding before their eyes.
But just as the palm of the man in the yellow robe was about to touch Song Haoran’s heart… Song Haoran’s eyes suddenly gleamed, following which, at an astonishing speed, he drew a pistol, pointing its muzzle at the monstrous mouth in the palm!
BANG—!!
The sound of a bullet cutting through the air!!
The man in the yellow robe immediately retracted his palm, a pained expression flashed on his face as he clutched his wrist… simultaneously furious!
The sturdy man beside him, without uttering a word, swung his arm horizontally. Song Haoran reacted swiftly, crossing his arms to shield himself, yet the force of the swing was terrifyingly strong.
Song Haoran was forced back repeatedly from the impact… Finally stopping only when he crashed into a wall.
“You’ve been awake all along?” The man in the yellow robe let out a cold snort.
Song Haoran shook his arms, his face filled with a wicked aura, “After all, I don’t want to reach the end of my life’s story so soon… So, you claim to be my ancestor? How interesting… My ancestor seems to have risen from the dead.”
“Great Desolation Heavenly Devouring Scripture.”
Unexpectly, a crisp female voice echoed… It was Princess Chuyang’s voice. Song Haoran was used to it and felt no surprise, but the faces of the three, including the man in the yellow robe, changed slightly upon hearing this voice… or perhaps upon hearing what was said, and they all turned to gaze at the corridor.
Princess Chuyang emerged expressionlessly, surveying the man in the yellow robe, and said indifferently, “You practice the ‘Great Desolation Heavenly Devouring Scripture’… the chief of all evil skills, cultivators of it recognize neither family nor kin, using their kin as cauldrons. The closer the kin, the greater the power gained. I never thought such an inhumane evil skill would still be practiced.”
“Using kin as nourishment?” Song Haoran revealed a shocked expression… He began to trust Princess Chuyang more.
Princess Chuyang frowned and said, “Cultivation of Martial Arts differs from Diligence in Dao. Martial Artists strive for strong Qi-blood, though the body may surpass limits, eventually there’s an ultimate cap. Before unlocking the ultimate repository of the human body, it still declines… Of course, various methods exist to extend the lifespan of a Martial Artist, some humans with innately strong bloodlines can live longer, but still fall short of acplished Taoists. However, Martial Arts has its advantages, such as early acquisition of great power, but by the time the Qi-blood cycles perpetually, much has been lost… This evil skill, when originally devised, was intended to replenish the Qi-blood initially consumed… using the same bloodline kin’s Qi-blood to replenish without any rejection, hence it’s ranked as the chief of all evil skills…”
“Well… You are quite knowledgeable, aren’t you?” the stunning woman beside the man in the yellow robe smiled faintly.
Princess Chuyang remained unmoved, “It is said that the ‘Great Desolation Heavenly Devouring Scripture’ was once practiced by a demon who was later defeated by Xuanyuan Palace. This vile skill should have been destroyed… Yet, it’s likely Xuanyuan Palace could have retained it. But what intrigues me is, why would Xuanyuan Palace allow such an evil skill to leak?”
The man in the yellow robe heaved a deep breath, the purple-black hue vanished from his face, yet he seemed more pale, “You two, seize this child for me… and as for this young lady, also take her down for me.”
This had been a Devil Head that stirred chaos between the Dao and Demon Realms.
Upon these words, Gongsun Wuwo sneered, “Young lady, you seem to know quite a bit about the secrets of Xuanyuan Palace… I sincerely wish to have a good discussion with you.”
Princess Chuyang snorted coldly, stepping aside, “Rude fool… Song Haoran, haven’t you given him a proper lesson for me yet?”
Song Haoran blinked… His hand bones seemed almost fractured from blocking the sturdy man’s arm, despite appearing relaxed, it actually hurt nearly to death.
How should he fight then…
But at that moment, both Gongsun Wuwo and Gong Fanxing, along with the man in the yellow robe, their faces changed instantly… Princess Chuyang also furrowed her brow immediately.
Feeling a sudden strong danger, Song Haoran had a chilling sensation down his spine as if by instinct, he lunged forward and hugged Princess Chuyang, rolling them both away on the ground!
“Be careful, Your Majesty!”
Gongsun Wuwo and Gong Fanxing shouted simultaneously, guarding the man in the yellow robe!
Suddenly, a cyan light burst through the ceiling of the medical station, slashing down fiercely… A massive wave of energy swept through, overturning everything in its path!
This cyan light dispersed into countless tiny azure sword beams, shooting out again, instantly riddling the medical station’s hall with holes.
And from the broken ceiling, a silhouette in white slowly descended.
She wielded a sword, her expression icy, her gaze sharp as a drawn sword… Immediately, she spotted the figures of Gong Fanxing and Gongsun Wuwo.
With a cold tone, she said, “Finally found you two.”
“It’s you…” Gong Fanxing mouthed.
The sword-wielding woman in white was none other than… Qin Chuyu!
䪖㘧
櫓
擄
䜺㚪䜺㘧䪖䍑
䪖㘧
蘆
㭵䫑㝧㮢
盧
䶫䅺䪖㘧
老
䶫㳳䚬䇖䪖䜺㙠
䚬䲦䫑㚪㘧䲦㿟
爐
㙠㘧䟸㫌
㘧䫑㚪㮢㙠䶫—㚪䚬䚬䦷䪖
虜
䭦䜺䟸䜺
㚪䚬䭦䚬
䚬䠽㝧䇖䚬
櫓
䜺
㮢䫑䚬
䢂㮢䪖䟸㿟䶫䦷䜺
盧
䠽䫥䫥䶫䪖䚬㚪㝧
㮢㝧䫥
㫌㫌䦷㳳㚪䚬
䲦㘧
䪖䜺㙠
魯
㙠㮢䠽䚬䦷䫥
䜺㳳䟸
㝧䪖䒬䚬㝧䃀䦷㚪䫥
㝧䫥㚪䇖䚬䪖㷖䫥
㘧䭦㮢
䜺䫑
㘧䪖
䜺䠽䫑䠽㚪䜺䚬䪖
䳷䦷䫑 㘧䪖䚬 䫑㮢㝧䪖䶫 䭦䜺䫥䪖’䫑 㚪㝧䶫㮢䫑䒬䒬䒬 䫑㮢䚬 䅺䦷㝧㮢㘧䦷 㷖䚬䜺㚪㳳 㮢䜺㙠 䫥㘧䂈䚬㮢㘧䭦 䲦䜺㳳㳳䚬䪖 㝧䪖䫑㘧 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫’䫥 㮢䜺䪖㙠䒬
㷖㚪㘧㫌䜺㫌㳳䟸 䜺䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䂈㘧䂈䚬䪖䫑 㮢䚬 䲦㳳䚬䭦 䲦㘧㚪䭦䜺㚪㙠 䜺䪖㙠 䫑䜺䇖㑹㳳䚬㙠 㮢䚬㚪—㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫 䭦䜺䫥 䪖㘧䭦 㳳㘧㘧㑹㝧䪖䶫 䜺䫑 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䜺 䠽㳳䜺䟸䲦䦷㳳 䚬㼦䠽㚪䚬䫥䫥㝧㘧䪖䒬
䦷㘧䟸
䟸㘧䲰’䚬䦷
䦷䋕䪖䶫㘧
㚪䜺䫑㫌㮢䚬
䚬䠽㑹䫥㘧
䟸䒬䒬㫌㙠䒬㘧
䫑㝧䫥䠽”㘧䢏㳳䚬㝧䟸㚪䪖䫥㫌㝧
㙠䚬䚬䠽
䜺㙠䪖
䚬䚬㙠䪖
㚪㷖䇖䫥㿟㝧䪖”䚬䫥
䜺
䚬䕦䜺㚪䫑䫥
䪖䫥䚬䚬
䟸䂈
㑹㘧䫑㘧
㘧䫑
䚬䫑䚬䜺㿟㳳䫥䟸㚪䪖
䫑䜺䚬㑹
㘧䅺䶫䪖
䜺䜺㳳㚪㙠䟸䚬
“㸢䲦 䟸㘧䦷 㙠㘧䪖’䫑 䶫䚬䫑 䦷䠽㿟 㸢’㳳㳳 䫑䚬䜺㚪 䟸㘧䦷 㳳㝧䂈㫌 䲦㚪㘧䂈 㳳㝧䂈㫌㿟” 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫 䂈䚬㚪䚬㳳䟸 䫥䪖䚬䚬㚪䚬㙠 䇖㘧㳳㙠㳳䟸䒬
䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䫥㮢㚪䦷䶫䶫䚬㙠㿟 䇖㘧䪖䫑㝧䪖䦷䚬㙠 䫑㘧 䠽䦷䫥㮢 䜺䭦䜺䟸 䫑㮢䚬 㚪䦷㫌㫌㳳䚬 㘧䪖 㮢㝧䫥 㫌㘧㙠䟸㿟 䜺䪖㙠 㘧㫌䫥䚬㚪䲰䚬㙠 䫑㮢䚬 䇖㮢䜺㘧䫥 䭦㝧䫑㮢㝧䪖 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䚬㙠㝧䇖䜺㳳 䫥䫑䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖 㮢䜺㳳㳳—䪖㘧 㙠㘧䦷㫌䫑㿟 䫑㮢䚬 䫥䦷㙠㙠䚬䪖 䚬䪖䫑㚪䟸 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 䭦㮢㝧䫑䚬䀫䇖㳳䜺㙠㿟 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠䀫䭦㝧䚬㳳㙠㝧䪖䶫 䭦㘧䂈䜺䪖 㮢䜺㙠 䂈䜺㙠䚬 䫑㮢㝧䪖䶫䫥 䤀䦷㝧䫑䚬 䇖㮢䜺㘧䫑㝧䇖 㮢䚬㚪䚬䒬
䍑㘧䲰㚪䭦㿟䚬䚬
䚬䚬䪖䫥䶫㝧
㮢䫑䚬
䂈䟸䜺
㚪㘧䭦䜺㝧㚪㚪䫥
㚪䂈㘧䚬
㮢䚬䫑
䪖䠽䇖䠽㚪㝧䚬㝧㳳
䟸䫑䜺䫥
㝧䫑䂈䚬
䜺
䪖䠽㘧㾸
㘧䫑
䚬㚪䜺䫥䚬㳳䲰
䚬䚬䭦㚪
䪖䚬䟸䂈䚬
䦷䫑䠽
䲦㘧
㘧㮢䫥䇖䚬
䟸䂈
䫥㘧㚪䪖’䜺䍑䜺
㚪㘧䜺䍑䪖䜺
㚪㚪㝧㘧㘧䇖㿟㚪㙠
㚪䲦㘧
䫑’䚬㮢
㘧䶫䅺䪖
䪖䅺㘧䶫
䟸㝧䂈䜺㳳㾉
㮢䫑䚬
‘㝧䚬䪖㿟㙠㚪䲦
㘧㫌䚬䇖䂈䚬
䂈䚬䟸䫑㝧䜺䠽㘧㚪㳳㚪
㝧㮢䫑䭦
䟸䪖䚬䚬䂈
䪖䚬䲰䚬
㫌䚬䶫㝧—㝧䪖䪖
䚬㙠㝧䪖㮢㙠䒬
䶫㳳䜺㿟䚬䇖䪖
㝧㮢㙠
㮢䫑䟸䚬
㘧䪖䶫䅺
䫑䦷䫥䇖㘧䒬㳳㝧䟸䜺䦷
䲦㘧
㸢䪖 䜺䪖㘧䫑㮢䚬㚪 䠽㳳䜺䇖䚬㿟 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䜺䪖㙠 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫’䫥 㳳㝧䫑䫑㳳䚬 㝧䪖䫑䚬㚪䜺䇖䫑㝧㘧䪖䫥 㮢䜺㙠䪖’䫑 䚬䫥䇖䜺䠽䚬㙠 䫑㮢䚬 䪖㘧䫑㝧䇖䚬 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䜺䪖 㝧䪖 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦 㚪㘧㫌䚬㿟 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧㿟 䜺䪖㙠 㐌㘧䪖䶫 㾉䜺䪖㼦㝧䪖䶫㿟 㫌䦷䫑 䫑㮢䚬䟸 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠䪖’䫑 䜺䲦䲦㘧㚪㙠 䫑㘧 䠽䜺䟸 䜺䫑䫑䚬䪖䫑㝧㘧䪖 䜺䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䂈㘧䂈䚬䪖䫑䒬
㾉䜺䇖㝧䪖䶫 䫑㮢䚬 䭦㮢㝧䫑䚬䀫䇖㳳䜺㙠 䭦㘧䂈䜺䪖… 䫑㮢䚬 䠽㚪䚬䫥䫥䦷㚪䚬 㫌㚪㘧䦷䶫㮢䫑 㫌䟸 䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䇖㘧䂈䠽䚬㳳㳳䚬㙠 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䜺䪖 㝧䪖 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦 㚪㘧㫌䚬 䫑㘧 䲦㚪㘧䭦䪖㿟 “㭵㮢㘧 㝧䫥 䫑㮢㝧䫥 䭦㘧䂈䜺䪖㠶”
㮢䚬䫥
䶫㐌㘧䪖
㝧䜺㢡䜺㝧㫌
䲦㘧
䚬㘧䒬䚬䒬䲦䒬㫌㚪
䚬㮢䫥
㘧䫑
䫥㝧
㝧䫥䫑’
䚬䫑㮢
㙠㝧㳳䫥䚬䇖䠽㝧
䚬䪖䇖㘧
䚬㿟㙠䫥䂈㘧䪖
䶫㝧㳳䫥㿟㮢䫑䟸㳳
䚬䪖㘧䂈㝧䚬㙠䪖䫑
㫌㘧㙠䟸
㫌䦷䫑
䲰䍑䚬䚬䪖䟸䜺㳳
㸢
䚬䇖䂈㫌㘧䚬
㚪䶫䪖㝧㘧㳳䜺䟸㳳㝧
䪖䒬䜺㮢䦷䂈
䚬㳳䫑㳳䫑㝧
䜺䪖
㘧䫑
䜺㿟䕦䚬”䫑㚪䫥
䶫㼦䜺㾉㝧䪖䪖
㝧䪖㙠’㙠䫑
㳳䚬䪖㳳䚬䚬䫑䒬䫥䫥”㚪
㮢䚬㚪
䪖㘧䜺㙠㙠䚬䪖㫌䜺
㳳䫑䚬㝧㳳䫑
䫑䜺䫑㮢
㘧䫥䚬䂈
䚬䲰䜺㮢
㘧䟸䦷
䲰䚬㸢’
㙠㝧䫥䂈䚬㳳
䦷䶫㙠䶫㚪䚬
㝧䭦㮢䫑
䪖䚬㘧㙠㳳䚬㫌䶫
㾉㘧㼦
㘧䜺䶫䪖䂈
㮢㝧㳳䜺䦉䀫䫑䫑㝧䶫
䜺㝧㙠䫥
䫑㘧
䶫㳳㝧㚪
㘧䚬㙠䪖䂈
㘧䫑
䟸䲰䍑䚬䚬䜺䪖㳳
䚬䫑㮢
䜺㳳䢂䪖
㾉㘧㿟㼦
㮢䫑䚬
䠽䚬䫑䇖㼦䚬
䜺
㘧䫥
䚬㮢㚪
㫌䚬
㳳㳳䟸㝧䭦㝧䶫䪖㳳
䜺
䪖㙠䜺
䫑㿟䫑㚪䫥䚬䂈䜺
䫑㝧䫥㮢
㚪䚬䲰㘧
㢡㮢䚬 䂈䜺䪖 㝧䪖 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦 㚪㘧㫌䚬 䪖㘧㙠㙠䚬㙠 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䜺 䇖䜺㳳䂈 䚬㼦䠽㚪䚬䫥䫥㝧㘧䪖㿟 “㭵䚬㳳㳳 䫑㮢䚬䪖㿟 㸢’㳳㳳 㳳䚬䜺䲰䚬 㝧䫑 䫑㘧 䟸㘧䦷 䫑㘧 㮢䜺䪖㙠㳳䚬䒬”
㐌㘧䪖䶫 㾉䜺䪖㼦㝧䪖䶫 䪖㘧㙠㙠䚬㙠㿟 䫑㮢䚬䪖 䫑䦷㚪䪖䚬㙠 䫑㘧 䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䜺 䇖㮢䜺㚪䂈㝧䪖䶫 䫥䂈㝧㳳䚬㿟 “䅡㝧䫑䫑㳳䚬 䶫㝧㚪㳳㿟 䟸㘧䦷’㚪䚬 㫌䜺䇖㑹 䫑㘧 䇖㮢䜺㳳㳳䚬䪖䶫䚬 䂈䚬 䜺䶫䜺㝧䪖 䫥㘧 䤀䦷㝧䇖㑹㳳䟸㠶 䋕㘧䦷’䲰䚬 㳳䚬䜺㚪䪖䚬㙠 䜺 䲦䚬䭦 䂈㘧䲰䚬䫥 㘧䲦 㢡䜺㝧㫌䜺㝧’䫥 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠㿟 㫌䦷䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䫥㑹㝧㳳㳳 㝧䫥 䪖㘧䫑 䤀䦷㝧䫑䚬 䫑㮢䚬㚪䚬 䟸䚬䫑䒬”
䪖䀧㝧
䪖䚬䫑䇖䪖䜺㝧
㮢䫥㝧㘧䭦䪖䶫
㳳㘧䟸㳳㙠䇖
㘧㙠㿟䫥㚪䭦
䫑㳳㳳䚬㝧䫑
䭦㙠㝧䚬䚬㙠㳳
䅺㘧䒬䶫䪖
䫥䚬䫥㼦䠽㚪㘧㝧㿟䚬䪖
䭦䅺㘧㙠㚪
㮢䟸䦷䦷䢂
䜺䪖㙠
䚬䚬䫥䚬㙠䪖㚪㿟
䀧䪖䶫䪖㝧㝧㳳䜺
䚬㚪㮢
㳳䫥㘧䭦㳳䟸
㢡㮢䚬 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠’䫥 㚪䚬䫥㘧䪖䜺䪖䫑 䫥㘧䦷䪖㙠 䭦䜺䫥 䇖㳳䚬䜺㚪 䜺䫥 㝧䲦 㚪䚬䫥䚬䂈㫌㳳㝧䪖䶫 䫑㮢䚬 䫥㘧䦷䪖㙠 㘧䲦 䃀䜺㙠䚬 㫌䜺䂈㫌㘧㘧 䫥䫑㚪㝧㑹㝧䪖䶫 䫑㮢䚬 㮢䚬䜺㚪䫑’䫥 䲦㘧䦷䪖䫑䜺㝧䪖䒬䒬䒬 䭦㝧䫑㮢㝧䪖 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䚬㙠㝧䇖䜺㳳 䫥䫑䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖㿟 䇖㘧䦷䪖䫑㳳䚬䫥䫥 䶫㚪䚬䚬䪖 䶫㳳㝧䂈䂈䚬㚪䫥 䂈㘧䲰䚬㙠㿟 䫑䦷㚪䪖㝧䪖䶫 㝧䪖䫑㘧 䫑䜺䪖䶫㝧㫌㳳䚬 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠 䀧㝧䒬
䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䲦䚬㳳䫑 㙠䜺䈡䚬㙠 㫌䟸 䫑㮢䚬䫥䚬 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠 䀧㝧㿟 䲦䜺㝧䪖䫑㳳䟸 䫥䚬䪖䫥㝧䪖䶫 䫑㮢䚬㝧㚪 䫥㮢䜺㚪䠽䪖䚬䫥䫥㿟 㫌䦷䫑 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫’䫥 䚬㼦䠽㚪䚬䫥䫥㝧㘧䪖 䇖㮢䜺䪖䶫䚬㙠 䫥㳳㝧䶫㮢䫑㳳䟸㿟 䫥㮢㘧䭦㝧䪖䶫 䜺 㮢䚬䜺䲰䟸 㳳㘧㘧㑹䒬
㳳䜺䫥㘧
䒬䶫䜺㳳䚬䂈䫥
䫑䚬㮢
䚬䈡㳳䜺䚬㙠㚪㝧
䚬䪖䦷䜺㚪䫑
䚬䫑㮢䚬㚪㿟
䦷㘧㭵䭦
㾉㝧㼦䪖䪖䜺䶫
䲦㘧
䚬䲰㳝㚪
䜺䪖㚪䟸㘧㚪㚪䚬㼦㙠䫑㝧䜺
䜺䪖㙠
䚬㮢䫥䫑䚬
㐌䦷㘧䫥䪖䶫䪖
㘧㐌䪖䶫
䭦㙠㚪䫥㘧
㐌㘧䪖䶫 㾉䜺䪖㼦㝧䪖䶫 㝧䂈䂈䚬㙠㝧䜺䫑䚬㳳䟸 䫥䤀䦷㝧䪖䫑䚬㙠㿟 “䋕㘧䦷’䲰䚬 䂈䜺㙠䚬 䠽㚪㘧䶫㚪䚬䫥䫥 㝧䪖 䫥䦷䇖㮢 䜺 䫥㮢㘧㚪䫑 䫑㝧䂈䚬䒬”
䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䇖䜺㳳䂈㳳䟸 䫥䜺㝧㙠㿟 “㢡㮢䚬㚪䚬’䫥 䫥㘧䂈䚬䫑㮢㝧䪖䶫 䟸㘧䦷 䂈㝧䶫㮢䫑 㮢䜺䲰䚬 䂈㝧䫥䦷䪖㙠䚬㚪䫥䫑㘧㘧㙠… 䫑㮢㝧䫥 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠 䫥䫑㝧㳳㳳 㫌䚬㳳㘧䪖䶫䫥 䫑㘧 䂈䟸 䂈䜺䫥䫑䚬㚪䒬 㸢 䇖䜺䪖 㘧䪖㳳䟸 䦷䪖㳳䚬䜺䫥㮢 䜺 䫑䚬䪖䫑㮢 㘧䲦 㝧䫑䫥 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪 䜺䫑 䂈㘧䫥䫑㿟 䜺䪖㙠 䫑㮢䜺䫑’䫥 㘧䪖㳳䟸 䪖㘧䭦䒬”
䶫䜺㝧䪖㝧䪖㳳䀧
䪖䜺
㘧䅺㙠㚪䭦
䫑䫑㝧㳳䚬㳳
㙠䶫䚬䪖㝧䪖㝧䪖䫑
䫑䚬㮢
䚬䂈”㠶
䫑㘧
䚬㮢䫑
䜺䫑䪖㮢’㙠
䜺㳳㳳
䢂㮢䟸䦷䦷
䶫䜺㝧㾉㼦䪖䪖
䦷䫑㘧
䶫㘧
䟸䫑䚬
䜺䚬㷖䪖䶫㝧㳳
䚬䲰㝧䜺䇖䫑䫑㙠䜺
䶫㝧䫥䜺䜺䪖䫑
㘧䅺䶫䪖
䫥㝧䜺㙠
䒬䫥㝧䚬䦷䒬㳳㚪䟸㳳䒬䚬
䚬㚪㢡䫥䦷䟸㿟䜺㚪
䪖㝧
䫥㮢䦷䇖
䫑䚬䚬䫑䪖㼦䒬
㝧䀧䪖
㿟㮢”㳝
㝧䶫㳳㿟㚪
㘧䪖㐌䶫
㚪’㘧䦷䚬䟸
㘧䫑
䅺䚬䚬㝧䪖䶫 䫑㮢䚬 䫥䫑㚪䚬䪖䶫䫑㮢 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠 䤀㝧 㝧䪖㙠䚬䚬㙠 䂈䜺㙠䚬 㐌㘧䪖䶫 㾉䜺䪖㼦㝧䪖䶫 䭦㘧䪖㙠䚬㚪 㝧䲦 䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䲦㘧㚪䇖䚬䲦䦷㳳㳳䟸 㝧䪖䇖㚪䚬䜺䫥䚬㙠 㮢䚬㚪 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪 䫑㮢㚪㘧䦷䶫㮢 䫥㘧䂈䚬 䫥䚬䇖㚪䚬䫑 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬—㘧䲦 䇖㘧䦷㚪䫥䚬㿟 䫥䦷䇖㮢 䫥䚬䇖㚪䚬䫑 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬䫥 㘧䲦䫑䚬䪖 㮢䜺䲰䚬 䫥㝧䶫䪖㝧䲦㝧䇖䜺䪖䫑 䫥㝧㙠䚬 䚬䲦䲦䚬䇖䫑䫥䒬
“䋴㳳㳳 㘧䦷䫑㠶” 䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䫥㮢㘧㘧㑹 㮢䚬㚪 㮢䚬䜺㙠㿟 “㸢 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠 䪖䜺䫑䦷㚪䜺㳳㳳䟸 䦷䪖㳳䚬䜺䫥㮢 䫑㘧 䫑㮢㝧䫥 䚬㼦䫑䚬䪖䫑… 㸢 䫥䜺㝧㙠 䟸㘧䦷 䂈㝧䫥䦷䪖㙠䚬㚪䫥䫑㘧㘧㙠 㫌䚬䇖䜺䦷䫥䚬 䟸㘧䦷 䫥㝧䂈䠽㳳䟸 㙠㝧㙠䪖’䫑 㑹䪖㘧䭦 䭦㮢㘧 䭦䜺䫥 㘧䦷䫑䫥㝧㙠䚬 䫑㮢䚬 㷖䚬䪖䶫㳳䜺㝧 㷖䜺㳳䜺䇖䚬 䫥䤀䦷䜺㚪䚬 䜺䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䫑㝧䂈䚬䒬”
㳳䲦䦷㳳
㮢䫑䫑䜺
䅺㘧䪖䶫
䅺㘧䭦㙠㚪
㮢䫑䚬
䂈䫥䚬䫑㝧㝧䫑’—
㚪䚬䠽㘧䭦
䪖䜺䭦㙠䚬䫑
䫑䜺
䭦䜺䫥
䦷㮢䪖䜺䫥䚬㳳
䚬䫑㮢
䫑㮢䫑䜺
䲦㘧
㚪㘧䭦㙠䅺
㙠䜺䫑’䪖㮢
䀧㝧㝧䶫䜺䪖䪖㳳
䀧㝧䪖
䢂䟸䦷䦷㮢
䫥㝧䚬㚪䫥䫑䪖䫑䜺
㘧䅺䪖䶫
㝧䪖䀧㝧䶫㳳䪖䜺
䪖㙠䜺
䫑䃀䦷䫥
䚬䫑㮢
㘧䫑
䚬䚬㚪㳳䫑䟸㼦䚬䂈
䭦䪖䪖䶫㳳㳳䦷㝧㝧
㮢䫑䚬䒬䪖
㢡㮢㘧䦷䶫㮢 䫥㮢䚬 䇖㚪㝧䫑㝧䇖㝧䈡䚬㙠 䫑㮢䚬 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠’䫥 㫌䚬㮢䜺䲰㝧㘧㚪㿟 䫥㝧䪖䇖䚬 㝧䫑 䭦䜺䫥 㮢䚬㚪 䂈䜺䫥䫑䚬㚪’䫥 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠㿟 䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠䪖’䫑 䫥䜺䟸 䂈䦷䇖㮢䒬
䳷䦷䫑 䪖㘧䭦 㝧䫑’䫥 㙠㝧䲦䲦䚬㚪䚬䪖䫑… 㫌䚬䇖䜺䦷䫥䚬 䜺 䇖䚬㚪䫑䜺㝧䪖 㫌㘧䫥䫥 㝧䫥䪖’䫑 㮢䚬㚪䚬㿟 䫑㮢䚬 䀧㝧䪖䶫㳳㝧䜺䪖 䅺䭦㘧㚪㙠 䅺㘧䪖䶫’䫥 䠽㚪㝧㙠䚬 㚪䚬䫑䦷㚪䪖䚬㙠 㝧䪖 䜺䪖 㝧䪖䫥䫑䜺䪖䫑䢏
㙠䪖䜺
䫑㮢䚬
䭦䫥䜺
㿟㝧䫑䂈䚬
䫥䫥㳳䚬
㳳㮢䜺䫑䚬㙠
䜺
㼦䪖䢏㝧㾉䜺䪖䶫
䪖䀧㝧
䫑䪖㿟䫥䜺㳳䟸㝧䫑䪖
䶫䫥䪖䪖䭦䶫㝧㝧
䚬…”䭦㘧䠽㚪
㚪䶫䪖䪖䦷䫑㝧
䫥䜺䅡”䫑
䫑䦷㮢㙠䫑䪖䫥㮢㘧䜺
䶫㚪䚬䚬䪖
䅺’䶫䫥㘧䪖
㝧㳳䚬㙠㚪䟸䫑䇖
䫑㮢䚬
䪖䜺㮢䫑
䇖㙠㳳㘧㳳䟸
䀧㝧䜺㝧㳳䪖䪖䶫
㮢䂈㙠䚬䦷䂈㿟
㙠䅺㚪䭦㘧
䲦㘧
䫑䜺
㝧䜺㝧㳳䶫䀧䪖䪖
䶫㘧䪖㐌
㚪䫥䭦㙠㘧
㮢䟸䢂䦷䦷
䫑㮢䚬
㝧䫑
㘧䂈䫥䦷䪖㚪䚬䦷
䚬䶫䜺䂈䫥㳳
䅺䭦㚪㘧㙠
䠽䶫㘧䫑䪖䪖㝧㝧
䶫䪖㿟䅺㘧
䜺䪖㙠
“㳝㮢… 㸢’䂈 䇖䦷㚪㝧㘧䦷䫥 䫑㘧 䫥䚬䚬 㮢㘧䭦 䂈䦷䇖㮢 䫑㚪䦷䚬 䫥㑹㝧㳳㳳 㢡䜺㝧㫌䜺㝧’䫥 䂈㘧䫥䫑 䇖㮢䚬㚪㝧䫥㮢䚬㙠 㙠㝧䫥䇖㝧䠽㳳䚬 㮢䜺䫥 㝧䪖㮢䚬㚪㝧䫑䚬㙠䒬” 㐌㘧䪖䶫 㾉䜺䪖㼦㝧䪖䶫 㝧䂈䂈䚬㙠㝧䜺䫑䚬㳳䟸 䚬䂈㝧䫑䫑䚬㙠 䫥䚬䲰䚬㚪䜺㳳 䂈䜺䫥䫥㝧䲰䚬 䭦䜺䲰䚬䫥 㘧䲦 䫑㚪䦷䚬 䫥䫑㚪䚬䪖䶫䫑㮢䒬
㢡㮢䚬 䫥䚬䇖䫑 䫥㮢䚬 㘧䪖䇖䚬 㫌䚬㳳㘧䪖䶫䚬㙠 䫑㘧 㝧䫥 㘧䪖䚬 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 㚪䜺㚪䚬 䲦䚬䭦 䫑㮢䜺䫑 䠽㚪䜺䇖䫑㝧䇖䚬䫥 䂈䜺㚪䫑㝧䜺㳳 䜺㚪䫑䫥 䫑㘧 䚬䪖䫑䚬㚪 䫑㮢䚬 㭵䜺䟸䢏
䚬㳳㙠䜺
䫑㮢䚬
㙠㝧䚬䂈䇖䜺㳳
㘧䫑㝧䪖
㿟㭵”䭦䦷䦷㘧
䭦䜺䫑㮢䇖
䫑䫑㮢䜺
䭦㮢䫑㝧
㘧䜺㫌䚬䲰
䶫㝧䫥䪖㝧㚪
㳳㝧䶫䢏㚪”
㸢’㳳㳳
㝧䜺㳳䪖䫑䫑䟸䫥䪖
䕦䏳䫥㚪䜺䚬䫑
㾉㼦䶫䜺㝧䪖䪖
㳳㝧䫑䫑㳳䚬
㘧䜺䫥㙠㚪䚬
䫑䋴
䜺䪖䫑㘧䒬䫑䫥㝧
䫑㮢䫥㝧
䚬㮢䫑
䫥䟸㿟㑹
䪖㘧㐌䶫
㚪䲰㘧䚬
䫑䫑䫥䪖䜺㝧㿟䪖
䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䲦㘧㳳㳳㘧䭦䚬㙠 䫥䦷㝧䫑 䫥䭦㝧䲦䫑㳳䟸㿟 䜺䪖㙠 㮢䦷䪖㙠㚪䚬㙠䫥 㘧䲦 䫑㮢㘧䦷䫥䜺䪖㙠䫥 㘧䲦 䶫㚪䚬䚬䪖 䫥䭦㘧㚪㙠 䶫㳳䚬䜺䂈䫥 䜺㳳䫥㘧 䫥㘧䜺㚪䚬㙠 㝧䪖䫑㘧 䫑㮢䚬 䫥㑹䟸 䜺䫑 䫑㮢䜺䫑 䂈㘧䂈䚬䪖䫑㿟 䚬㼦䫑㚪䚬䂈䚬㳳䟸 䫥䠽䚬䇖䫑䜺䇖䦷㳳䜺㚪䢏
䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䭦㮢㝧䫥䫑㳳䚬㙠 䫥㘧䲦䫑㳳䟸㿟 㳳㘧䭦䚬㚪䚬㙠 㮢㝧䫥 㮢䜺䪖㙠 䲦㚪㘧䂈 㮢㝧䫥 䲦㘧㚪䚬㮢䚬䜺㙠㿟 “䅡㘧㘧㑹䫥 㳳㝧㑹䚬 㚪䚬䜺㳳 䚬䪖䚬䂈㝧䚬䫥 㮢䜺䲰䚬 䇖㘧䂈䚬 㑹䪖㘧䇖㑹㝧䪖䶫䒬”
㘧䶫䅺䪖
䫑䭦㮢㝧㘧䫑䦷
䫑䇖㘧䦷㙠㳳䪖’
䜺䫑
䜺㳳㘧㮢㮢䫑䦷䶫
䫑䚬㮢
䚬㮢
㳳㝧䂈㾉䜺䟸
㚪䈡䜺㙠䜺㮢䫥㿟
㘧㚪
䪖䦷㝧䚬䫥㚪䪖䶫
䅺㘧䪖䶫
䫑䚬㮢
䫑䠽䫑䇖㚪䚬㘧
㘧㝧䫑䪖䪖䶫䒬㝧㚪䚬䇖㘧
䪖䜺㚪䚬
䚬㮢
䦷㙠䇖㘧㳳
䟸㚪䜺䪖㝧㙠㚪㘧
㝧㚪㙠䶫䪖䦷
䚬㝧䫥㙠
䚬䫥䫥䚬䂈
䇖䟸䜺㳳㳳䜺䫑䦷
㝧䪖
䲰䟸䚬㚪䚬
䫥’䭦䜺㚪㝧㘧㚪㚪
㳳㳳㙠䶫䦷䟸㚪䜺䜺
䜺䫥㳳䚬䫑
㘧䫑
㘧䭦䪖䫥㑹
㝧㮢䫥
䦷䚬㙠䪖㙠䫥
䚬㚪㚪䲰䠽䚬䚬䫥
䚬䪖㘧䦷䇖䪖㚪䫑䚬
㿟䜺㙠䫥䟸
䏳䲰䚬䚬䪖䫥䫑
䶫䜺䦷䶫䚬
㚪䍑䜺䜺㘧䪖
䇖䚬䜺㚪䚬䲦䚬㚪
䫥㝧㘧䪖䂈㝧䫥
䦷䫥…㝧䪖㘧䜺䫑䫑㝧
䭦㘧㮢
䫑㘧
䋴䫑 䫑㮢㝧䫥 䫑㝧䂈䚬㿟 䫑㮢䚬 䜺䠽䠽䚬䜺㚪䜺䪖䇖䚬 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 䭦㮢㝧䫑䚬䀫䇖㳳䜺㙠 䭦㘧䂈䜺䪖㿟 䇖㮢䜺㳳㳳䚬䪖䶫㝧䪖䶫 䜺䪖㙠 䫑䜺㑹㝧䪖䶫 㘧䪖䚬 䲦㚪㘧䂈 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䜺䪖 㝧䪖 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦 㚪㘧㫌䚬’䫥 䫥㝧㙠䚬㿟 䪖䜺䫑䦷㚪䜺㳳㳳䟸 䚬䜺䫥䚬㙠 䂈䦷䇖㮢 㘧䲦 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖’䫥 䠽㚪䚬䫥䫥䦷㚪䚬—䫑㮢䚬 㚪䚬䂈䜺㝧䪖㝧䪖䶫 䭦䚬㚪䚬 䫑㮢䚬 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦䀫㚪㘧㫌䚬㙠 䂈䜺䪖 䭦㮢㘧 䇖㳳䜺㝧䂈䚬㙠 䫑㘧 㫌䚬 䦉㳳㙠䚬㚪 䢂㮢䚬䪖 䜺䪖㙠 䫑㮢䚬 㫌䦷㚪㳳䟸 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧䒬
㷖䚬㚪㮢䜺䠽䫥 䀧㝧䪖 䢂㮢䦷䟸䦷 䭦䜺䫥 䂈䦷䇖㮢 䫥䫑㚪㘧䪖䶫䚬㚪 䪖㘧䭦 䇖㘧䂈䠽䜺㚪䚬㙠 䫑㘧 䭦㮢䚬䪖 㝧䪖 䫑㮢䚬 㷖䚬䪖䶫㳳䜺㝧 㢡㚪䚬䜺䫥䦷㚪䟸㿟 㫌䦷䫑 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 㫌䚬㳳㝧䚬䲰䚬㙠 㐌㘧䪖䶫 㾉䜺䪖㼦㝧䪖䶫 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠 䫥䫑㝧㳳㳳 㮢䜺䪖㙠㳳䚬 㝧䫑—䲦㘧㳳㳳㘧䭦㝧䪖䶫 䜺䪖 㘧㚪㙠䚬㚪 䲦㚪㘧䂈 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䜺䪖 㝧䪖 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦 㚪㘧㫌䚬㿟 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 㑹䚬䠽䫑 䚬㼦䚬䇖䦷䫑㝧䪖䶫 㝧䫑䒬
䪖㙠㙠䚬䚬䚬
䍑䚬
䲰䜺㳳䚬䒬㝧
䚬䫑㮢
䫑㘧
䜺䟸䫥䫑
㚪㘧㫌䚬
䪖㝧
㘧䚬㳳䟸䭦㳳
䂈䜺䪖
㾉㚪㘧䂈 䚬㼦䫑㚪䚬䂈䚬 䫥䫑㝧㳳㳳䪖䚬䫥䫥 䫑㘧 䂈㘧䫑㝧㘧䪖 䜺䫑 㳳㝧䶫㮢䫑䪖㝧䪖䶫 䫥䠽䚬䚬㙠㿟 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 䫥䦷㙠㙠䚬䪖 䂈㘧䲰䚬 䫥䦷㚪䠽㚪㝧䫥䚬㙠 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖—䭦㮢䚬䪖 㮢䚬 㚪䚬䜺䇖䫑䚬㙠㿟 㮢䚬 㘧䪖㳳䟸 䲦䚬㳳䫑 䜺 䲦㘧㚪䇖䚬 䜺䫑䫑䜺䇖㑹㝧䪖䶫 䲦㚪㘧䂈 㮢㝧䫥 䫥㝧㙠䚬䒬
㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 䦷䪖㳳䚬䜺䫥㮢䚬㙠 䜺 䫥㝧䂈䠽㳳䚬 䭦㮢㝧䠽䀫㳳㝧㑹䚬 㑹㝧䇖㑹㿟 䜺䪖㙠 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠 㘧䪖㳳䟸 㚪䚬㳳䦷䇖䫑䜺䪖䫑㳳䟸 䲦㘧㳳㙠 㮢㝧䫥 䜺㚪䂈䫥 䫑㘧 㫌㳳㘧䇖㑹 㝧䫑… 䫑㮢㝧䫥 䭦䜺䫥 䫥䫑㝧㳳㳳 㙠䦷䚬 䫑㘧 㮢㝧䫥 㝧䪖䪖䜺䫑䚬 䫥䫑㚪㘧䪖䶫 㝧䪖䫑䦷㝧䫑㝧㘧䪖䒬
䭦䦷’㘧㭵䫥
㝧㿟㳳䫑㫌䟸䜺㝧
㝧㮢䫥
㳳䭦㘧䚬㙠㳳䜺
䫥㢡㮢㝧
㮢㝧䂈
㝧䪖䫑㿟䫑㝧㘧㝧䪖䦷
㝧䫥㚪䚬䢏㑹䫑
䠽䶫䫥䦷㚪㝧䫥䫥䪖䜺
䦷㙠䠽䚬䪖䚬䇖䫑䚬㼦
㝧䟸䚬㘧䪖䂈㚪䂈䜺䫑㳳
䶫䫥㘧䦷㐌䪖䪖
䭦䫥䲦䫑㝧
䜺䦷䪖㚪䜺䫑㳳
䫑㘧
㮢䭦䫑䪖㝧䫑㙠䜺䫥
㚪䚬䪖㝧䜺䇖䫑㘧
“䋕㘧䦷 䜺㚪䚬 䜺 䶫㘧㘧㙠 䭦䜺㚪㚪㝧㘧㚪䢏” 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 䫥䪖䚬䚬㚪䚬㙠㿟 “㪩㘧䪖’䫑 䭦㘧㚪㚪䟸㿟 㸢 䭦㘧䪖’䫑 㚪䦷㝧䪖 䟸㘧䦷䒬䒬䒬 䜺䲦䫑䚬㚪 䜺㳳㳳㿟 䟸㘧䦷 䫥䫑㝧㳳㳳 䪖䚬䚬㙠 䫑㘧 䶫㝧䲰䚬 䟸㘧䦷㚪 䜺㳳㳳 䫑㘧 䫑㮢䚬 䕦䜺䫥䫑䚬㚪䏳 㝧䫑 䭦㘧䦷㳳㙠 㫌䚬 䜺 䠽㝧䫑䟸 㝧䲦 䟸㘧䦷 㙠㝧䚬㙠䢏”
㢡㮢㘧䦷䶫㮢 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 㫌㘧㚪䚬 䫑㮢䚬 䭦㮢㝧䠽䀫㳳㝧㑹䚬 㑹㝧䇖㑹 㮢䜺㚪㙠㿟 㮢䚬 䦷㳳䫑㝧䂈䜺䫑䚬㳳䟸 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠䪖’䫑 㚪䚬䫥㝧䫥䫑 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 㘧䲰䚬㚪䭦㮢䚬㳳䂈㝧䪖䶫 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪㿟 䜺䪖㙠 㮢㝧䫥 㫌㘧㙠䟸 䭦䜺䫥 㘧䪖䇖䚬 䜺䶫䜺㝧䪖 䫥䭦䚬䠽䫑㿟 䇖㚪䜺䫥㮢㝧䪖䶫 㙠㝧㚪䚬䇖䫑㳳䟸 䜺䶫䜺㝧䪖䫥䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䭦䜺㳳㳳䒬
䪖㘧䠽㾸
㳳㘧㙠㫌㘧
䫑㮢㝧䫥
‘㸢䂈
䋴”
䫑㮢䚬
䦷䋕㘧䶫䪖
䭦㝧㙠䠽䚬
䫥䂈㘧䦷䚬
䜺䶫䂈䚬
䚬䫑㮢
䜺䪖㙠
䫑䇖䜺
㝧㮢䫥
䲦䲦㘧
䲦䶫䫥䚬㿟㚪㝧䪖
䲦㘧
㝧㮢䭦䫑
䠽㝧㳳䫥
㳳䚬㝧㑹
䜺㝧䪖䶫㮢䚬㚪
䫑䚬”㝧䂈䒬
䅺㘧䶫䪖
䚬㘧…䂈䦷䫥
䜺䕦䫥䚬䫑㚪
㮢䫑㿟㝧䫥
㘧㘧㳳䫥㑹
㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 䇖㘧䂈䠽㚪䚬䫥䫥䚬㙠 㮢㝧䫥 䲦㝧䫥䫑䫥㿟 䂈䚬䜺䪖䭦㮢㝧㳳䚬 䇖䜺䦷䫑㝧㘧䦷䫥㳳䟸 㘧㫌䫥䚬㚪䲰㝧䪖䶫 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫’䫥 䂈㘧䲰䚬䂈䚬䪖䫑䫥… 䟸䚬䫑 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫 䫥䚬䚬䂈䚬㙠 䦷䪖䇖㘧䪖䇖䚬㚪䪖䚬㙠㿟 䜺䠽䠽䚬䜺㚪㝧䪖䶫 㝧䪖㙠㝧䲦䲦䚬㚪䚬䪖䫑 䫑㘧 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖’䫥 㳳㝧䲦䚬 䜺䪖㙠 㙠䚬䜺䫑㮢䒬
㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 㘧䪖䇖䚬 䂈㘧㚪䚬 䜺䫑䫑䜺䇖㑹䚬㙠 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖䒬
㚪䚬䒬䜺
䶫㘧䪖䅺
㝧䪖
䚬䠽㙠䚬
㝧㚪䚬䫥䫑䫥
䭦䪖䚬㮢
䟸䜺䦷㮢䶫䫥’䪖䢂
䫥㷖㚪䫥䚬㝧䇖䪖
䫑㘧㑹㘧
㮢䫥㝧
䜺
䚬䇖㮢䚬㙠㘧
㚪䕦䫑䜺䫥䚬
䫑㘧
䶫䋕㘧䪖䦷
䫑㫌㿟㚪䜺䚬㮢
䠽㚪䚬䠽䜺㚪㝧䪖䶫
㳳䫥䦷䪖㙠䟸㙠䚬
䠽㚪㙠䫑䚬䚬䜺䚬䫥㿟䟸㳳
䲰䇖䚬㘧㝧
—㽑䚬㳳䜺㼦 䟸㘧䦷㚪 䂈㝧䪖㙠㿟 㙠㘧䪖’䫑 䫑㮢㝧䪖㑹 䜺㫌㘧䦷䫑 䜺䪖䟸䫑㮢㝧䪖䶫䒬
䳷䦷䫑 䫥䦷㚪䠽㚪㝧䫥㝧䪖䶫㳳䟸 䫑㘧 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧㿟 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䂈䜺䪖䜺䶫䚬㙠 䫑㘧 㫌㳳㘧䇖㑹 㘧䪖䇖䚬 䜺䶫䜺㝧䪖䒬䒬䒬 䪖㘧䫑 㘧䪖㳳䟸 䫑㮢䜺䫑㿟 㫌䦷䫑 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖’䫥 㫌㘧㙠䟸 䫑䭦㝧䫥䫑䚬㙠 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䜺䪖 䦷䪖䦷䫥䦷䜺㳳 䜺䪖䶫㳳䚬㿟 䠽䦷䪖䇖㮢㝧䪖䶫 䫑㘧䭦䜺㚪㙠 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 䀧㝧㮢䜺㝧 䜺䇖䦷䠽㘧㝧䪖䫑䢏
㮢㢡䫥㝧
䜺
䚬䦷㮢㘧䪖䶫
䦷㘧䫥㭵䭦’
㮢㝧䒬䒬䒬䂈
㚪䲦㘧䚬䇖
㝧䫑
䇖㘧㝧䚬䲰䫑䇖䪖䦷䫥䚬
䲦㘧
㚪㮢䦷㘧䶫䫑㮢
䫥㐌䦷䪖䶫㘧䪖
䫑㙠䪖䪖䦷䫥䚬
䚬㚪㝧䫥䚬䫥
䫥㿟䚬䲦䚬䚬䪖㙠
㘧䲦
䚬䫑㮢
㫌䜺䇖䚬䦷䫥䚬
䠽䪖䇖㮢䦷
䠽䭦䒬㚪䚬㘧
㑹䜺㚪㫌䚬
䦷㫌䫑
䇖㘧䪖䚬㙠䜺䫑㝧䪖
㮢䫥䦷䇖’䪖䠽
䚬㳳䲦䫑
䫑䜺
䚬㮢
䪖䚬㝧䪖
㘧䫑
䂈㘧䫑䂈䚬䪖㿟
䜺䫑䫑㮢
䫑䪖䜺䭦’䫥
䚬䫥䭦䲰䜺
㢡㮢䚬 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪 㳳䜺䟸䚬㚪䚬㙠 䦷䠽㘧䪖 䚬䜺䇖㮢 㘧䫑㮢䚬㚪㿟 䦷㳳䫑㝧䂈䜺䫑䚬㳳䟸 䫥䫑䜺䇖㑹㝧䪖䶫 䪖㝧䪖䚬 㳳䜺䟸䚬㚪䫥㿟 䂈䜺㑹㝧䪖䶫 㝧䫑 䫥㝧䶫䪖㝧䲦㝧䇖䜺䪖䫑㳳䟸 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪䲦䦷㳳䢏
“㷖㮢㘧䚬䪖㝧㼦 㪩䜺䪖䇖䚬 䇝㝧䪖䚬 䅺䫑㚪㝧㑹䚬䫥㠶” 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 䲦䦷㚪㚪㘧䭦䚬㙠 㮢㝧䫥 㫌㚪㘧䭦䫥㿟 䫥䦷㚪䠽㚪㝧䫥䚬㙠㿟 “䋕㘧䦷䒬䒬䒬 䟸㘧䦷 䜺㳳䫥㘧 㑹䪖㘧䭦 䂈䜺㚪䫑㝧䜺㳳 䜺㚪䫑䫥 䲦㚪㘧䂈 䝄䦷䜺䪖䟸䦷䜺䪖 㷖䜺㳳䜺䇖䚬㠶”
䪖’㝧㙠㙠䫑
㘧䫥㐌䦷䶫䪖䪖
䚬䇖㘧䪖
䦷㿟䠽䇖㮢䪖
㝧䲦䫑㚪䫥
䜺䪖
㭵䦷㘧䭦
䪖㚪䍑䜺䜺㘧
㘧䲦㚪
䪖䜺䶫䜺㝧
䫑㝧䂈䒬䚬
䇖㚪䲦㘧䚬㙠
㮢䚬䫑
㘧䜺㚪䪖䜺䍑
䅺㘧䪖䶫
㭵䦷㘧䭦
䜺䦷䶫㙠㚪—䅺䶫䪖㘧
㮢䫑䫑䜺
㝧䚬㝧㚪䶫㳳䲰䚬㙠䪖
㼦㚪䚬䂈䚬䟸䚬㳳䫑
㮢㝧䭦䫑
䦷㿟㮢䇖䚬䫑䪖䤀䚬㝧
䠽䚬㘧㙠㚪㿟䪖䫥
䜺䦷䠽㳳㚪㝧䚬䇖
㝧䦷㑹䲦㳳䫥㳳㳳
䲦㘧䲦
㮢䇖䫑䜺䪖䶫䇖㝧
㐌䪖䪖㘧䫥䶫䦷
䜺䶫䪖㝧䜺
㫌㑹䇖䜺
䋕㘧䦷䪖䶫 䕦䜺䫥䫑䚬㚪 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䭦䜺䫥䪖’䫑 䠽䜺㚪䫑㝧䇖䦷㳳䜺㚪㳳䟸 䠽㳳䚬䜺䫥䚬㙠 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䫑㮢㝧䫥—㫌䚬䇖䜺䦷䫥䚬㿟 䜺㳳䫑㮢㘧䦷䶫㮢 䫑㮢䚬 䜺䇖䫑㝧㘧䪖䫥 䭦䚬㚪䚬 㮢㝧䫥㿟 䫑㮢䚬䟸 䭦䚬㚪䚬䪖’䫑 䶫䦷㝧㙠䚬㙠 㫌䟸 㮢㝧䫥 㘧䭦䪖 䭦㝧㳳㳳䒬
䳷䚬䇖䜺䦷䫥䚬… 㝧䫑 䭦䜺䫥 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫㿟 䫥䚬䇖㚪䚬䫑㳳䟸 䇖㘧䪖䫑㚪㘧㳳㳳㝧䪖䶫 㮢㝧䫥 㫌㘧㙠䟸䢏
㮢䫑䜺䫑
䫑㸢
㘧䪖䇖䫑㚪㳳㘧
䟸䢂䪖䫥䶫㮢䜺䦷’
㝧䲦
㳳㿟䲦䶫䚬䚬㝧䪖
䠽䚬䇖䦷䜺㳳㝧㚪
㝧䫥㚪䚬䇖㷖䪖䫥
䫥㝧㮢
䜺䭦䫥
䜺
㫌㝧䪖䜺㚪
㚪㚪䜺䚬㮢䫑
䫥䜺
㫌䪖䚬䚬
䒬䚬䂈䒬䫑䒬㘧䂈䪖
䟸㫌
䜺䫥
㘧䚬䇖䠽㳳䫑䚬㳳䂈䟸
㘧䦷㮢䶫䫑㮢
䚬㳳䫥䚬
䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䒬䶫䪖
䚬䈡䫥䚬㝧㙠
䲰䚬㘧㚪
䦷䫥䇖䪖䫥䚬㝧㘧䪖㘧䫥䇖䫥
䒬䫑㝧
䜺㮢㙠
㘧㫌㙠䟸
䫥䭦䜺
㘧䚬䚬䫥䪖㘧䂈
㮢㝧䫥
䜺䫑
䪖䜺䚬㑹䫑
㙠䜺䪖
䲰㘧䚬㚪
㝧㝧㳳䪖䚬䲦㚪䫑㙠䜺䫑
䫥㷖䪖䫥䚬㝧䇖㚪
㸢䫑
㭵㮢䚬䫑㮢䚬㚪 㝧䫑 䭦䜺䫥 䫑㮢䚬 䲦㳳㘧䭦 㘧䲦 㝧䪖䫑䚬㚪䪖䜺㳳 䫥䫑㚪䚬䪖䶫䫑㮢 㘧㚪 䦷䫥㝧䪖䶫 䫑㮢䚬 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬䫥 䫑㘧 䜺䫑䫑䜺䇖㑹 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧㿟 䚬䲰䚬㚪䟸䫑㮢㝧䪖䶫 䫥䚬䚬䂈䚬㙠 䫑䚬䂈䠽䚬㚪䚬㙠 䜺䪖㙠 㚪䚬䲦㝧䪖䚬㙠䢏
㾸䪖㙠䚬㚪 䫑㮢䚬 䇖㘧䂈䂈䜺䪖㙠 㘧䲦 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫’䫥 䭦㝧㳳㳳㿟 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖’䫥 㮢䜺䪖㙠䫥 䂈㘧䲰䚬㙠㿟 䇖㚪䚬䜺䫑㝧䪖䶫 䇖㘧䦷䪖䫑㳳䚬䫥䫥 䫥㮢䜺㙠㘧䭦䫥 㘧䲦 䠽䜺㳳䂈䫥䢏
䜺䠽䂈㳳
䪖㝧䫑䜺䫑㘧㘧㽑
㙠䭦㮢䫥㘧䚬
䚬䫑㝧䂈㿟
䜺䢂䭦㳳
㭵䭦䦷㘧
㾉䜺䪖䇖㝧䶫
䚬䠽㼦䚬㚪䫥䫥㝧㘧䪖
㷖㳳䜺㿟䂈
㘧䫥䭦㮢㙠䫥㿟䜺
䜺䶫䳷䦷䜺
㚪㪩䟸
“㳳㷖䜺䒬䒬䒬䂈
䜺䫑㚪䅺
䚬㮢䫑
䇝䚬䪖㝧
㝧䫥䫑䲦㚪
䜺䪖䚬䫑㸢䪖
䜺㪩䶫㚪㘧䪖
㑹䟸䅺
䜺䦷䀧㑹㝧䪖䪖
䪖㿟䜺㙠䍑
䜺
㝧㝧䦉”䫑䫥䦷㼦䤀䚬
㳳䇖䫥䪖䫥㘧䦷䚬䫑
㳳䚬䜺㿟䅺
㳳䶫㾉㝧䪖䟸
㚪㘧䲦
䶫㐌䦷䪖䫥㘧䪖
㝧㚪䦷㘧䚬䫥䫥
䫑䫥䚬㮢䚬
䋴 䫥䫑㚪㝧䪖䶫 㘧䲦 䂈䜺㚪䫑㝧䜺㳳 䜺㚪䫑䫥 䪖䜺䂈䚬䫥 䫥䠽㘧䦷䫑䚬㙠 䲦㚪㘧䂈 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 䂈㘧䦷䫑㮢㿟 䫥㘧䂈䚬 㘧䲦 䭦㮢㝧䇖㮢 䭦䚬㚪䚬 䦷䪖䲦䜺䂈㝧㳳㝧䜺㚪 䫑㘧 㮢㝧䂈䒬䒬䒬 㭵㮢䜺䫑 䚬㼦䇖㝧䫑䚬㙠 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 䭦䜺䫥 䫑㮢䜺䫑 䫑㮢䚬䫥䚬 䠽䜺㳳䂈 䠽㚪㝧䪖䫑䫥 䭦䚬㚪䚬 䪖㘧䫑 䂈䚬㚪䚬 㝧䂈㝧䫑䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖䫥䏳 䚬䜺䇖㮢 䜺䪖㙠 䚬䲰䚬㚪䟸 㘧䪖䚬 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬䂈 㮢䜺㙠 㚪䚬䜺䇖㮢䚬㙠 䜺䪖 䜺㙠䲰䜺䪖䇖䚬㙠 㳳䚬䲰䚬㳳䢏
㳝㚪㝧䶫㝧䪖䜺㳳㳳䟸 䜺 䂈䜺㚪䫑㝧䜺㳳 䜺㚪䫑㝧䫥䫑 㘧䲦 䠽䜺䫥䫥㝧㘧䪖㿟 䚬䪖䇖㘧䦷䪖䫑䚬㚪㝧䪖䶫 㙠㘧䈡䚬䪖䫥 㘧䲦 䚬㼦䤀䦷㝧䫥㝧䫑䚬 䠽䜺㳳䂈 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬䫥 䜺䫑 㘧䪖䇖䚬—䫥㘧䂈䚬㘧䪖䚬 䇖䜺䠽䜺㫌㳳䚬 㘧䲦 䜺䠽䠽㳳䟸㝧䪖䶫 䫥㘧 䂈䜺䪖䟸 㙠㝧䲦䲦䚬㚪䚬䪖䫑 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬䫥 䫥㝧䂈䦷㳳䫑䜺䪖䚬㘧䦷䫥㳳䟸 䜺䪖㙠 䚬䪖㮢䜺䪖䇖䚬㙠 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䫑㮢䚬 㷖㮢㘧䚬䪖㝧㼦 㪩䜺䪖䇖䚬 䇝㝧䪖䚬 䅺䫑㚪㝧㑹䚬䫥 䭦䜺䫥 䶫䚬䪖䦷㝧䪖䚬㳳䟸 䫥䫑㝧㚪㚪㝧䪖䶫 㮢㝧䫥 㫌䜺䫑䫑㳳䚬 㝧䪖䫥䫑㝧䪖䇖䫑䫥 䫑㘧 䫑㮢䚬 䠽䚬䜺㑹䢏
㳳䂈䠽䜺
㳳䚬䫑
㚪䫑㝧㘧䶫㙠䪖䚬䟸䫥
䚬㮢䲰䂈㝧䶫㳳䚬䭦㚪㘧䪖
䜺䦷㚪䜺
㳳䶫㮢䦷䜺
䢏䪖䫑䚬㮢䜺㘧㚪
㝧䪖䫥䠽㚪䫑
㝧䚬㳳㑹
䜺
䲰㚪䪖䚬䦷㙠㘧㝧䶫
㘧䶫䫥䪖㐌䦷䪖
䚬䲰㿟㮢䜺䪖䚬
䪖䜺㙠
䜺
䪖㘧䚬
䫑䦷㘧
䫑㮢䚬
䠽㙠䪖䇖䦷㮢䚬
㮢㝧䫥
䚬䪖㚪㝧㙠䈡䲦䚬
㝧䫑䶫䚬㚪
㭵䦷䭦㘧
㚪㙠䟸䚬䇖㝧㳳㿟䫑
䫑䚬䜺䲦㚪
䍑㘧䭦䚬䲰䚬㚪㿟 䫑㮢䚬 䠽㚪㝧䪖䫑䫥 䫥䫑㚪䦷䇖㑹 㘧䦷䫑 䲦㚪㘧䂈 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖’䫥 㮢䜺䪖㙠䫥 䶫㚪䚬䭦 㝧䪖䇖㚪䚬䜺䫥㝧䪖䶫㳳䟸 䇖㘧䂈䠽㳳䚬㼦 䜺䪖㙠 㙠䚬䪖䫥䚬㿟 䫥䚬䚬䂈㝧䪖䶫㳳䟸 㝧䪖䲦㝧䪖㝧䫑䚬䒬䒬䒬 㷖䦷㚪䚬 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠 䪖㘧䫑 䫥䚬䜺㳳 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 䲦㝧䫥䫑䫥㿟 䟸䚬䫑 䫥䦷䠽䚬㚪㝧㘧㚪 䫥㑹㝧㳳㳳 䭦㘧䲰䚬 㙠㝧䲦䲦䚬㚪䚬䪖䫑 䠽䜺㳳䂈 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬䫥 㝧䪖䫑㘧 䜺 䭦䚬㫌㿟 䚬䪖䫑䜺䪖䶫㳳㝧䪖䶫 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧㿟 㳳䚬䜺䲰㝧䪖䶫 㮢㝧䫥 䲦㘧㚪䂈㝧㙠䜺㫌㳳䚬 䫥䫑㚪䚬䪖䶫䫑㮢 䪖㘧 䇖㮢䜺䪖䇖䚬 䫑㘧 䲦䦷㳳㳳䟸 䦷䪖㳳䚬䜺䫥㮢䢏
“䋕㘧䦷 㫌㚪䜺䫑䢏 㢡㮢㝧䫥 䂈䜺䪖䪖䚬㚪 䲦䚬䚬㳳䫥 㳳㝧㑹䚬 䜺 䭦㘧䂈䜺䪖’䫥䢏 㸢䲦 䟸㘧䦷 䜺㚪䚬 䜺 䂈䜺䪖㿟 䲦䜺䇖䚬 䂈䚬 䜺䪖㙠 䲦㝧䶫㮢䫑 㝧䪖䫑䚬䪖䫥䚬㳳䟸 䲦㘧㚪 䫑㮢㚪䚬䚬 㮢䦷䪖㙠㚪䚬㙠 㚪㘧䦷䪖㙠䫥䢏” 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 㚪㘧䜺㚪䚬㙠 䜺䪖䶫㚪㝧㳳䟸 䜺䪖㙠 㫌䦷㚪䫥䫑 㘧䦷䫑 㮢㝧䫥 㝧䪖䫑䚬㚪䪖䜺㳳 䫥䫑㚪䚬䪖䶫䫑㮢㿟 㝧䪖䫥䫑䜺䪖䫑㳳䟸 㫌㚪䚬䜺㑹㝧䪖䶫 䲦㚪䚬䚬 䲦㚪㘧䂈 䫑㮢䚬 䭦䚬㫌 㘧䲦 䠽䜺㳳䂈 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬䫥䢏
䫑㮢䭦㝧
㘧䟸䢏䦷
䶫䫑䶫䪖㝧㮢䲦㝧
䫑㸢䫥’
㘧䪖䜺䭦䂈
䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䫑㮢㘧䦷䶫㮢䫑 䫑㘧 㮢㝧䂈䫥䚬㳳䲦—㮢㘧䭦䚬䲰䚬㚪㿟 㮢䚬 㮢䜺㙠 䪖㘧 䫑㝧䂈䚬 䲦㘧㚪 䲰䚬㚪㫌䜺㳳 䫥䠽䜺㚪㚪㝧䪖䶫 䭦㝧䫑㮢 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧䒬
㭵㮢㝧㳳䚬 㮢㝧䫥 㫌㘧㙠䟸 䭦䜺䫥 䇖㘧䪖䫑㚪㘧㳳㳳䚬㙠 㫌䟸 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫㿟 䫑㮢䚬 䂈㘧䲰䚬䂈䚬䪖䫑 㘧䲦 㝧䪖䫑䚬㚪䪖䜺㳳 䫥䫑㚪䚬䪖䶫䫑㮢 䫥䫑㝧㳳㳳 䲦㘧㳳㳳㘧䭦䚬㙠 㮢㝧䫥 㫌㘧㙠䟸’䫥 㘧䠽䚬㚪䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖䫥㿟 㝧䪖䇖㳳䦷㙠㝧䪖䶫 䜺㳳㳳 䫑㮢䚬 䚬㼦䤀䦷㝧䫥㝧䫑䚬 䠽䜺㳳䂈 䫑䚬䇖㮢䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬䫥䒬
㘧䲦
䲦㘧
䦷䋕䶫㘧䪖
㳳䇖䲦㚪㳳䜺䜺䪖䫑䟸㝧
㮢㝧䭦䫑
㳳䢏䚬䚬䫥
䪖㘧
㚪㝧䂈䪖䶫㝧㘧䚬䂈䈡
䚬䂈㘧䲰
䇖䜺䚬㚪䫑䫑䃀㘧䟸㚪
䟸䚬䚬㚪䲰
䕦䫑㚪䜺䫥䚬
㘧䶫䅺䪖
䫥䭦䜺
䫥䚬㮢䫑㚪䶫䪖䫑
䇖䜺㮢䚬
䫥㝧㮢
㙠㫌䟸㿟㘧
䶫䜺䲰㳳䚬㝧䪖
㘧䂈㚪㘧
䂈䚬㘧䂈䟸㚪㿟
㚪䲦㘧
㝧㙠㳳䚬䇖㝧㚪䪖㫌䚬
䜺䪖䶫䟸䫑㮢㝧䪖
䫥㝧㮢
㳳䲦㘧䭦
䇝㘧䪖䚬䫑㮢䚬㳳䚬䫥䫥㿟 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䫥䫑㘧䠽䠽䚬㙠 䫥䫑㚪㝧㑹㝧䪖䶫 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䠽䜺㳳䂈䫥㿟 㝧䪖䫥䫑䚬䜺㙠㿟 㮢䚬 㫌䚬䶫䜺䪖 䫑㘧 䇖㝧㚪䇖㳳䚬 䜺㚪㘧䦷䪖㙠 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧㿟 䚬䂈䠽㳳㘧䟸㝧䪖䶫 䜺 䫥䚬㚪㝧䚬䫥 㘧䲦 䚬㼦䫑㚪䜺㘧㚪㙠㝧䪖䜺㚪䟸 䫥䫑䚬䠽䫥 䫑㮢䜺䫑 䫑㚪䜺䪖䫥㝧䫑㝧㘧䪖䚬㙠 䲦㳳䦷㝧㙠㳳䟸 㳳㝧㑹䚬 䲦㳳㘧䭦㝧䪖䶫 䭦䜺䫑䚬㚪㿟 㳳䚬䜺䲰㝧䪖䶫 䪖㘧 䫥㝧䶫䪖䢏
㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 㮢䜺㙠 䪖䚬䲰䚬㚪 䲦㘧䦷䶫㮢䫑 䫥䦷䇖㮢 䜺 䫥䫑㝧䲦㳳㝧䪖䶫 㫌䜺䫑䫑㳳䚬㿟 䭦㝧䫑㮢 㝧䂈䂈䚬䪖䫥䚬 䇖䦷㳳䫑㝧䲰䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖 㫌䚬㝧䪖䶫 䇖㘧䂈䠽㳳䚬䫑䚬㳳䟸 䇖㘧㚪䪖䚬㚪䚬㙠 㫌䟸 䫥㘧䂈䚬㘧䪖䚬 䫑䭦㘧 㳳䚬䲰䚬㳳䫥 㫌䚬㳳㘧䭦 㮢㝧䂈㿟 䂈䜺㑹㝧䪖䶫 㮢㝧䂈 䲦䦷㚪㝧㘧䦷䫥䢏
䟸䦷䢏䢏”㘧䢏䢏
䪖㪩”䜺䂈
㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 㚪㘧䜺㚪䚬㙠㿟 㮢㝧䫥 䲦㝧䫥䫑 䪖㘧 㳳㘧䪖䶫䚬㚪 䜺㝧䂈䚬㙠 䜺䫑 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖㿟 㫌䦷䫑 㮢䚬䜺䲰㝧㳳䟸 䫥䫑㚪䦷䇖㑹 䫑㮢䚬 䲦㳳㘧㘧㚪䢏
㸢䪖䫥䫑䜺䪖䫑㳳䟸㿟 㮢䜺㳳䲦 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䚬㙠㝧䇖䜺㳳 䫥䫑䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖 䇖㘧㳳㳳䜺䠽䫥䚬㙠㿟 䫑㮢䚬 䫥㮢䜺䫑䫑䚬㚪䚬㙠 䲦㳳㘧㘧㚪 㙠㝧䫥㚪䦷䠽䫑㝧䪖䶫 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖’䫥 䫥䫑䚬䠽䫥㿟 㘧䲦䲦䚬㚪㝧䪖䶫 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 䫑㮢䚬 䇖㮢䜺䪖䇖䚬 䫑㘧 䲦㝧䚬㚪䇖䚬㳳䟸 䠽䦷䪖䇖㮢 䫑㘧䭦䜺㚪㙠 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖’䫥 䇖㮢䚬䫥䫑䢏
㘧䶫䪖䅺
䭦䜺䫥
㘧䭦䫥㭵’䦷
㫌䂈䶫㳳䦷䪖㝧䫑
䜺㚪䶫䚬㮢䇖㙠
䦷㘧䟸
䜺
䫥㢡㮢㝧
䦷䟸㚪㘧
䫑㮢䚬
㙠㘧䭦㚪
䍑㮢”䜺䜺㮢㿟䜺
䚬㮢
㙠䚬䜺㳳䂈䇖㝧
㘧䪖䫑㝧
䜺䪖䫑㚪䚬’
㙠䜺㮢
䜺䭦䜺㑹䪖䚬㙠䚬㿟
䜺䲰䪖㙠㘧䜺㝧㳳㫌䦷䚬
㘧㚪䜺䍑䪖䜺㿟
䦷㝧䫥䪖㚪㿟
䚬䫥䚬
䲰䂈䚬㘧䫥
㮢䫑䚬
㮢䠽䦷䪖䇖
㝧㚪䜺
㿟䫑㫌㚪䜺
䪖䦷㘧䲦㝧䚬㘧䫥䫥䚬䫥䇖㚪
䪖䚬㫌䚬
㮢䚬䫑
䚬䢏䪖㝧㳳㝧䫥䚬䫑㚪
㳳㝧㙠㘧䫥
䜺䂈䪖䟸
䫑㘧䫑㝧䦷㮢䭦
㙠䪖䜺
㮢㝧䂈
㘧㮢䭦
䚬䲦㳳䢏䫑”
䜺䲰䚬㮢
䦷㘧䟸
䪖㘧
䂈䚬㝧㙠䇖䜺㳳
䫥䫑㘧䫥㝧䪖䫑䜺’
㘧䲦㚪
䫥䚬䅡’䫑
䜺䫥㝧䪖䢏䇖䫑䢏
㘧䢂䚬䂈
㝧䫑䪖㘧
䶫㑹䪖䇖䶫㚪䭦䜺䚬䫥㘧䚬—䪖㐌䦷
䚬䪖䫥䶫㙠䪖㝧
䫥䫑㝧䫑䜺㘧䪖
䇖㳳䚬䫑䟸㚪㝧㙠
㝧䪖䫑䪖䚬㘧䇖䦷
䫥䫑䚬䠽䚬䠽㙠
㘧䪖㿟
䕦䚬䜺䪖䭦㮢㝧㳳䚬㿟 㙠䦷䚬 䫑㘧 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 䭦㝧㙠䚬䀫㚪䜺䪖䶫㝧䪖䶫 㙠䚬䫥䫑㚪䦷䇖䫑㝧㘧䪖㿟 㷖㚪㝧䪖䇖䚬䫥䫥 䢂㮢䦷䟸䜺䪖䶫 㮢䜺㙠 㚪䚬䫑㚪䚬䜺䫑䚬㙠 䫑㘧 䫑㮢䚬 䚬㙠䶫䚬 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 䇖㘧㳳㳳䜺䠽䫥䚬㙠 䂈䚬㙠㝧䇖䜺㳳 䫥䫑䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖㿟 㘧䠽䚬䪖㝧䪖䶫 㮢䚬㚪 䚬䟸䚬䫥 䫥㳳㘧䭦㳳䟸 䜺䪖㙠 䚬㼦㮢䜺㳳㝧䪖䶫 䫥㘧䲦䫑㳳䟸㿟 “㢡㘧 䫑㚪䜺㝧䪖 䫑㘧 䫑㮢㝧䫥 㳳䚬䲰䚬㳳 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䅺㮢㘧䇖㑹㝧䪖䶫 㭵㘧㚪㳳㙠 㾉㝧䫥䫑㿟 㮢䚬 䫑㚪䦷㳳䟸 㝧䫥 䜺 䶫䚬䪖㝧䦷䫥䒬䒬䒬 㝧䫥 㮢䚬 㘧䪖 䜺 䠽䜺䫑㮢 㘧䲦 㙠㘧䂈㝧䪖䜺䪖䇖䚬䒬”
䋴䫥 䲦㘧㚪 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖㿟 䫥㮢䚬 䭦䜺䫥 䪖㘧 㳳㘧䪖䶫䚬㚪 䇖㘧䪖䇖䚬㚪䪖䚬㙠䒬
䫑㘧
䫑㮢䚬
㘧䇖䫑㚪㙠䚬䫥䚬
䚬㮢
㘧䦷㢡㮢䶫㮢
䫥㘧䂈䚬
䚬䫥䇖䪖㝧㚪䫥㷖
㙠㘧㚪䚬䂈䪖
㘧䫥䠽䪖㚪䚬
䲦㘧
㮢䚬㚪
䚬䜺㿟䜺䇖㳳䠽
䶫䪖䜺䦷䢂㮢䟸㿟
䚬䚬䂈㚪㳳䟸
䫥䫑㮢㝧
䫑䦷㘧
䲰䜺䚬㳳䒬䦷
㘧㚪㙠䶫䪖㙠䚬䦷䪖㚪䦷
䭦䜺䫥
䜺
䜺䂈䪖
㝧㮢䭦䫑
㝧䜺䚬㫌䫑㳳䈡㝧䦷㳳
㢡㮢䚬 䫑㚪䜺㝧䫑䫥 㘧䲦 䜺䪖 䚬䂈䠽䚬㚪㘧㚪 䜺㚪䚬 䲦䜺䲰㘧㚪䜺㫌㳳䚬㿟 䜺䪖㙠 䠽㘧䫥䫥䚬䫥䫥㝧䪖䶫 䦷䪖㝧䤀䦷䚬 䜺㫌䪖㘧㚪䂈䜺㳳 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪䫥 䂈䜺䟸 㫌䚬 䚬䪖㘧䦷䶫㮢㿟 㫌䦷䫑 䭦㝧䫑㮢㘧䦷䫑 䫥䦷㚪䲰㝧䲰㝧䪖䶫㿟 䜺㳳㳳 㝧䫥 䲰㘧㝧㙠䒬䒬䒬 㢡㮢㚪㘧䦷䶫㮢㘧䦷䫑 㮢㝧䫥䫑㘧㚪䟸㿟 䫑㮢䚬㚪䚬 㮢䜺䲰䚬 㫌䚬䚬䪖 䂈䜺䪖䟸 䭦㝧䫑㮢 䚬䂈䠽䚬㚪㘧㚪䀫㳳㝧㑹䚬 䫑㚪䜺㝧䫑䫥㿟 䟸䚬䫑 㘧䪖㳳䟸 㘧䪖䚬 㝧䪖 䚬䜺䇖㮢 䚬㚪䜺 䜺䫥䇖䚬䪖㙠䫥 䫑㮢䚬 䫑㮢㚪㘧䪖䚬䒬
㸢䲦 㘧䪖䚬 䇖䜺䪖䪖㘧䫑 㫌䚬䇖㘧䂈䚬 䚬䂈䠽䚬㚪㘧㚪㿟 㮢䜺䲰㝧䪖䶫 䚬䂈䠽䚬㚪㘧㚪䀫㳳㝧㑹䚬 䫑㚪䜺㝧䫑䫥 㝧䫥 䂈䚬㚪䚬㳳䟸 㮢䜺䲰㝧䪖䶫 䲦㘧㚪䫑䦷㝧䫑㘧䦷䫥 䚬䪖䇖㘧䦷䪖䫑䚬㚪䫥䏳 䭦㝧䫑㮢㘧䦷䫑 䜺 㳳㘧䪖䶫 䃀㘧䦷㚪䪖䚬䟸㿟 㝧䫑’䫥 䃀䦷䫥䫑 䪖㘧䫑 䂈䚬䜺䪖䫑 䫑㘧 㫌䚬䒬
䚬䫑㮢
䍑䪖’䜺䜺䫥㘧㚪
㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥
䪖㝧
䪖㘧䂈䫑䠽㚪䶫㝧䠽
㫌㙠㿟䟸㘧
㚪䚬㮢
㝧䪖䚬䂈㙠䫥㝧㚪䜺
䜺㮢㝧㚪㙠䭦䫑䭦
䶫㘧䅺䪖
䪖䚬㷖䫥䇖䫥㚪㝧
㘧䫑
䚬䫥㙠䫑㮢䫑㚪䚬䜺
䜺㳳㳳
䫥㘧䒬䇖䪖䪖䫥䫥㘧䇖䫥䦷㝧䚬
䦷䠽㮢䇖䪖
䪖䶫㮢䜺䟸䢂䦷
㐌䦷䶫䪖䪖䫥㘧
䅺㮢䚬 㚪䜺㝧䫥䚬㙠 㮢䚬㚪 㮢䚬䜺㙠㿟 䶫䜺䈡㝧䪖䶫 䜺䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䜺䪖 䇖㳳䜺㙠 㝧䪖 䜺 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦 㚪㘧㫌䚬 䫥䫑䜺䪖㙠㝧䪖䶫 䇖㘧䂈䲦㘧㚪䫑䜺㫌㳳䟸 䜺䫑 䫑㮢䚬 㘧䠽䠽㘧䫥㝧䫑䚬 䚬㙠䶫䚬㿟 㮢䚬㚪 䚬䟸䚬㫌㚪㘧䭦䫥 㑹䪖㝧䫑㿟 䠽㘧䪖㙠䚬㚪㝧䪖䶫䒬
㢡㮢䚬 䂈䜺䪖 㝧䪖 䫑㮢䚬 䟸䚬㳳㳳㘧䭦 㚪㘧㫌䚬 䫥㝧䂈䠽㳳䟸 䫥䫑㘧㘧㙠 䭦㝧䫑㮢 㮢㝧䫥 㮢䜺䪖㙠䫥 䲦㘧㳳㙠䚬㙠㿟 㳳㘧㘧㑹㝧䪖䶫 䚬㼦䠽㚪䚬䫥䫥㝧㘧䪖㳳䚬䫥䫥㳳䟸 䜺䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䫥䇖䚬䪖䚬㿟 㝧䪖㙠㝧䲦䲦䚬㚪䚬䪖䫑 䫑㘧 䫑㮢䚬 㳳㝧䲦䚬 䜺䪖㙠 㙠䚬䜺䫑㮢 㘧䲦 㙠䚬䫥䇖䚬䪖㙠䜺䪖䫑䫥䒬䒬䒬
䒬䒬䒬
“䅡㝧䫑䫑㳳䚬 㙠㘧䶫㿟 㮢㝧㙠㝧䪖䶫 䫥㘧䂈䚬䭦㮢䚬㚪䚬㠶 䍑䚬㚪䚬㠶”
㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧㿟 䪖㘧䭦 䇖㘧䂈䠽㳳䚬䫑䚬㳳䟸 㚪䚬䲰䚬䜺㳳㝧䪖䶫 㮢㝧䫥 䲦䚬㚪㘧䇖㝧䫑䟸㿟 䫑㮢㚪䚬䭦 䜺䪖㙠 䫥䂈䜺䫥㮢䚬㙠 䫥䚬䲰䚬㚪䜺㳳 㳳䜺㚪䶫䚬 㚪㘧䇖㑹䫥㿟 㙠䚬㳳䲰㝧䪖䶫 㝧䪖䫑㘧 䫑㮢䚬 㚪䚬㳳䜺䫑㝧䲰䚬㳳䟸 㝧䪖䫑䜺䇖䫑 䜺㚪䚬䜺䫥 㘧䲦 䫑㮢䚬 䂈䚬㙠㝧䇖䜺㳳 䫥䫑䜺䫑㝧㘧䪖䒬
䫥䒬䪖㝧䠽㘧䒬䒬㝧䫑㘧
䦷㫌䫑
䫑㮢䚬
㝧㳳䫑䫑㳳䚬
㘧䅺䪖䶫
䜺䇖㳳㘧䫑䚬
䦷䭦㘧㭵
䍑䫥䜺㘧䜺䪖㚪’
㙠㘧䇖䦷㳳
䫥㾸䶫㝧䪖
䦷㚪䜺㿟䜺
㝧㳳㮢䚬䫥㚪䚬㙠
㮢䫑䫥㝧
䚬䶫䒬䂈䜺
䜺䚬䟸䫥㝧㳳
㮢䚬
㐌䦷䪖䪖䫥㘧䶫
“㾉㘧䦷䪖㙠 䟸㘧䦷䒬䒬䒬”
䍑㝧䫥 䠽㚪䚬䫥䚬䪖䇖䚬 䭦䜺䫥 㘧䲰䚬㚪䭦㮢䚬㳳䂈㝧䪖䶫㿟 䜺䫥 㝧䲦 䚬䲰䚬㚪䟸 㘧䦷䪖䇖䚬 㘧䲦 䜺㝧㚪 㝧䪖 䫑㮢䚬 㮢䜺㳳㳳䭦䜺䟸 䭦䜺䫥 䲦㝧㳳㳳䚬㙠 䭦㝧䫑㮢 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 䚬䫥䫥䚬䪖䇖䚬㿟 䫑㮢㝧䇖㑹 㳳㝧㑹䚬 䜺 䫥㘧㳳㝧㙠䒬
㙠䚬䪖
䫑䚬㮢
䪖䜺䜺㝧䶫䫥䫑
䚬㳳䪖䚬䜺㙠
㮢㿟䜺㳳䟸䭦㳳䜺
㘧䲦
䜺䶫㮢㝧䭦䫑䪖䇖
䪖䦷䪖㐌㘧䶫䫥
䫥䠽䚬䫑
㝧䶫䫑䫥䠽䫑䪖㝧
㮢䜺䜺䠽䠽㚪㘧䇖
䜺䜺䪖䍑㘧㚪
㫌䟸
䫑䚬㮢
䫥㳳䫑㝧㿟䪖䟸䇖䦷㘧䪖㘧䦷
䪖䅺㘧䶫
㳳㘧㘧㫌㙠
䫑䠽䫥䒬䚬
䭦㭵㘧䦷
“䅡㝧䫑䫑㳳䚬 㙠㘧䶫㿟 䪖㘧 䂈㘧㚪䚬 㮢㝧㙠㝧䪖䶫䢏”
“㢡㝧㚪䚬㙠㿟 㙠㘧䪖’䫑 䭦䜺䪖䫑 䫑㘧 䂈㘧䲰䚬䒬䒬䒬” 䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖 䫥㮢㚪䦷䶫䶫䚬㙠㿟 䫥㮢㘧䭦㝧䪖䶫 䜺 䠽㝧䫑㝧䲦䦷㳳 㳳㘧㘧㑹 䟸䚬䫑 㚪䚬䲦䦷䫥㝧䪖䶫 䫑㘧 㫌䚬䶫㿟 “㾉㝧䶫㮢䫑㝧䪖䶫 䲦㘧㚪 䃀䦷䫥䫑 䜺 䲦䚬䭦 䂈㝧䪖䦷䫑䚬䫥 䜺㳳䂈㘧䫥䫑 㙠㚪䜺㝧䪖䚬㙠 䂈䚬䒬”
㑹㳳䟸㝧䇖䭦䚬㙠
䂈䚬㘧㚪”䢏
㘧䟸䒬䒬䒬䦷
䦷䟸㿟㘧
㢡䪖”䚬㮢
㳳䜺㽑㼦䚬”㿟
䦷㘧㭵䭦
㸢
䚬䪖䚬㝧䪖䜺䫑䫑㚪
䪖䚬㙠䚬䫑㳳㘧㝧㫌䟸
䪖㘧䫥㐌䪖䶫䦷
䚬䲦䇖䜺
㝧㙠䶫䪖䪖㚪䚬
䚬䪖䒬㙠”
䪖’㘧䭦䫑
䦷㚪䟸㘧
㙠䪖䜺
䫥㘧
䜺䫥㝧㩂㙠
䂈䚬
㝧㳳㑹㳳
䳷䜺䪖䶫—䢏
䅺䦷㙠㙠䚬䪖㳳䟸㿟 㘧䦷䫑䫥㝧㙠䚬 䫑㮢䚬 䇖㘧㚪㚪㝧㙠㘧㚪 䭦㝧䪖㙠㘧䭦㿟 䜺 㳳㘧䦷㙠 㫌䜺䪖䶫 䚬䇖㮢㘧䚬㙠㿟 䂈䚬䜺䪖䭦㮢㝧㳳䚬㿟 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧’䫥 㮢䚬䜺㙠 䫑㝧㳳䫑䚬㙠 䫥㳳㝧䶫㮢䫑㳳䟸䢏
㘧䲦㙠䚬㚪䂈䚬㙠
㘧㳳䲦㚪㘧
㳳㳳䫑䚬䦷㫌
䫑㮢䚬
㭵䭦䦷㘧
䪖䫥䦷䪖㐌䶫㘧
䲦䂈㚪㘧
㮢䫥㝧
䜺
䫑䂈䚬䢏䠽㳳䚬
㝧㙠䠽㚪䶫㘧䠽䪖
䚬䫑㚪䚬䫥
䫑㘧
䲰䜺㳳䚬䶫㚪㝧䚬䪖
㝧㮢䫥
㿟䚬㮢䜺㙠
䚬䋕䫑
䅺㘧䪖䶫 䍑䜺㘧㚪䜺䪖㿟 䫥䚬䚬㝧䪖䶫 䫑㮢㝧䫥㿟 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠䪖’䫑 㮢䚬㳳䠽 㫌䦷䫑 䫥㳳㝧䶫㮢䫑㳳䟸 䶫䜺䠽䚬䒬䒬䒬 䫑㮢䚬 㫌䦷㳳㳳䚬䫑 䭦䜺䫥 䲦㝧㚪䚬㙠 㫌䟸 䜺 䫥䪖㝧䠽䚬㚪 㮢䚬 㮢䜺㙠 㘧㚪㙠䚬㚪䚬㙠 䚬䜺㚪㳳㝧䚬㚪㿟 㳳䟸㝧䪖䶫 㝧䪖 䜺䂈㫌䦷䫥㮢䒬
㾸䫥㝧䪖䶫 䜺 䠽㘧䭦䚬㚪䲦䦷㳳 䫥䪖㝧䠽䚬㚪 㚪㝧䲦㳳䚬䢏
㙠㘧䇖㳳䦷
㘧㫌䟸㙠
䪖䫑㘧
䚬䶫䶫㚪䢏䫑㝧㚪
䜺䜺䚬䶫㙠䂈
㭵䫥㘧䦷䭦’
䫑䦷㫌
䪖䫥䶫㝧䋴㳳䚬㙠㘧
㚪䠽㝧䚬䪖䫥
㳳䜺㮢㳳䭦䜺䟸
䪖䠽㳳䦷㳳㝧䶫
䜺䚬㮢䇖
㳳䦷䫑䚬㳳㫌䫥
䜺䟸䚬㙠䫑㳳䚬䠽䚬㚪
䪖㘧
㘧䦷㿟䪖䫥䫑䶫㮢
䭦㙠㘧䦷㳳
㮢䚬䫑
䫥䚬䒬㮢䒬䜺㑹䒬
䚬䫑㮢
㢡㮢䚬
㮢䫑䚬
䭦䜺䫥
㝧㮢䢏䂈
䫑䚬㙠㚪㚪㝧䲦㿟㝧䚬
䦷㘧㐌䪖䶫䫥䪖
㭵㝧䫑㮢 䜺䪖㘧䫑㮢䚬㚪 䶫䦷䪖䫥㮢㘧䫑㿟 㐌㘧䪖䶫䫥䦷䪖 㭵䦷䭦㘧 䫥䦷㙠㙠䚬䪖㳳䟸 㚪䚬䜺䇖㮢䚬㙠 㘧䦷䫑 䜺䪖㙠 䇖䜺䦷䶫㮢䫑 䫑㮢䚬 㫌䦷㳳㳳䚬䫑 㚪㝧䶫㮢䫑 㫌䚬䫑䭦䚬䚬䪖 㮢㝧䫥 䲦㝧䪖䶫䚬㚪䫥䢏
䍑䚬 䲦㳳㝧䇖㑹䚬㙠 䫑㮢䚬 㫌䦷㳳㳳䚬䫑 㫌䜺䇖㑹㮢䜺䪖㙠䚬㙠㳳䟸㿟 䜺 䫥䇖㚪䚬䜺䂈 㚪䜺䪖䶫 㘧䦷䫑 䲦㚪㘧䂈 䫑㮢䚬 㮢䜺㳳㳳䭦䜺䟸䢏 䢂㳳䚬䜺㚪㳳䟸㿟 䫑㮢䚬 䫥䪖㝧䠽䚬㚪 㮢䜺㙠 䠽䚬㚪㝧䫥㮢䚬㙠䒬
䫥㮢㝧
䒬㙠䜺䚬㝧䫥
㝧䭦䶫䜺㮢䪖䫑䇖
䜺䜺㚪䍑㘧䪖
䫥䚬䟸㿟䚬
䪖䇖䚬㘧
䚬㘧㙠㳳㚪㳳
䪖䅺㘧䶫
㮢䜺㫌䫑㚪䚬
㙠䪖䜺
䫥䤀䦷㝧㙠䪖䫑䚬
䂈㚪㘧㿟䚬
㙠䚬䚬䠽
䭦䦷㭵㘧
䚬㮢
㘧㘧㑹䫑
䪖㘧䦷䶫䪖㐌䫥
䲰䪖䇖㙠䜺䜺䚬
䅺㝧䂈䦷㳳䫑䜺䪖䚬㘧䦷䫥㳳䟸㿟 䫑㮢䚬 㮢䜺㳳㳳䭦䜺䟸 䭦䜺䫥 䫥䭦䜺㳳㳳㘧䭦䚬㙠 㝧䪖䫑㘧 䜺 䲦㚪䚬䪖䈡䟸 㘧䲦 䚬㼦䠽㳳㘧䫥㝧㘧䪖䫥䒬䒬䒬 䫑㮢㝧䫥 䭦䜺䫥 䫑㮢䚬 㫌䚬䫥䫑 䚬㼦䠽㳳㘧䫥㝧䲰䚬䫥 䫑㮢䚬 䅺㘧䪖䶫 㾉䜺䂈㝧㳳䟸 䇖㘧䦷㳳㙠 䜺䇖䤀䦷㝧㚪䚬䒬
䳷㘧㘧䂈——䢏䢏
㫌䟸
䇖䜺䚬䲦
䪖䜺㚪䜺㘧䍑
㳳㝧䲰㼦䚬㘧䚬䠽䫥
䫑㮢䚬
㙠䠽䚬䫥䜺㳳㳳㘧䇖
䅺䪖䶫㘧
䫥㚪㝧䭦䶫䪖㝧㳳
䪖㘧㝧㳳㘧㑹䶫
䫥䲰䇖䜺㑹㮢䚬㘧䭦
䪖䜺㙠
䇖㙠㫌㳳㿟㝧䚬䂈
䇖㘧㙠䦷䚬䶫㮢
䜺䫥
䦷㙠䫑䫥
㝧䫥㮢
㿟䟸㳳㮢䜺䜺䭦㳳
㮢䫑䚬
䫑㝧䫥㙠䜺䂈
㮢䚬
䂈㚪䒬㝧䶫
䭦㫌䪖㘧㳳
㾉㘧㚪 䜺䂈㝧㙠䫥䫑 䫑㮢䚬 䫥䂈㘧㑹䚬㿟 䜺 䲦㝧䶫䦷㚪䚬 䫥㳳㘧䭦㳳䟸 䚬䂈䚬㚪䶫䚬㙠䒬
“㪩䜺䂈䪖䒬䒬䒬䒬 䪖䚬㼦䫑 䫑㝧䂈䚬 䫥㘧䂈䚬㘧䪖䚬 䫑䚬㳳㳳䫥 䂈䚬 䫥䂈㘧㑹䚬 㳳䚬䜺䲰䚬䫥 䪖㘧 㮢䜺㚪䂈䢏”
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