Chapter 1133: Chapter 177: Reincarnated (Part 1)
In the dim room, the remaining eye of the roaring monster was filled with dense blood streaks… blood-red, slowly emerging from the bottom of its eye.
Due to the pulling, the wound caused by the Pipa Lock continuously oozed fresh blood.
Like a devil.
Mo Mo subconsciously retreated half a step.
Before descending the mountain, his master Elder Changhe had told him that in this world, there are not only beautiful things but also evils and filth beyond imagination.
“You’re scared! You’ve retreated!!” The wounded monster sneered viciously, “You’re ashamed of what you’ve done! You’re hesitating… you’re hesitating!”
Mo Mo lowered his head, quietly listening to the taunts. After a long pause, when the monster finally stopped, panting heavily possibly due to exhaustion, he softly said, “Once, a Senior told me, the coldest thing in this world is people’s hearts… but the warmest thing is also people’s hearts.”
The wounded monster was still panting, the blood-red in its eyes not fading, the intense stare seemingly its only weapon now, sharp, piercing, terrifying, and mad… mad and fearless.
Mo Mo took a deep breath, raised his head to face it, “I believe this saying applies to monsters, or Taoists, as well… although this world hides darkness and filth, there’s more of peace and tranquillity. Most people, spending life idly, don’t have much malice. You might call them mediocre, but you can also say they’re quiet and peaceful… there’s family, country, law, and morality, so good eventually outweighs evil. I understand your hatred, but I don’t agree with you… with your sacrificing millions approach.”
“Bullshit!!” The wounded monster roared angrily, “What do you understand! Is it your relatives cruelly killed before your eyes? Or have they shed tears of blood in front of you, begging for rescue, while you were powerless!! Have you tried watching your child starve to death right in front of you! No!! Whatever you’re saying is bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!! Why do I need your approval!!! I have nowhere to vent my hatred, I’ve spent my life peacefully, safely in the deep mountains and forests! I’ve obeyed the rules of the Three Realms, restrained my tribe from stepping into the human world… what did I do wrong!! Now, you still want to impose your righteousness, your conscience on me!!! You cruelly treat me, but forbid my revenge! You eat my tribe’s flesh, drink my children’s blood, but forbid me to kill, to be displeased, only allow my obedience? Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, crap!!! One day, when humans and monsters are reversed, when I slaughter your dear ones, eat your beloved’s blood and flesh, will you still greet me with a smile!! Dare you swear! Can you do it!!”
“I…” Mo Mo subconsciously… finally avoided the monster’s gaze.
“Get lost! Don’t pretend here!” The monster ground its teeth, crazily pulling its body, stretching the Pipa Lock chain straight, it came before Mo Mo, less than a half-arm’s length… this was its limit.
“Yellow-haired boy!! You know nothing about worldly suffering, know nothing about human wickedness! You don’t know our… hatred!! If you lack the ability to cleanse all injustice in this world, if you lack the ability to sweep all evil… then don’t harbor kindness, even more, don’t preach to others!! If you can’t do it yourself, don’t brag!! Don’t disgust me!! Get lost!!”
Suddenly, a furious and violent aura emanates from its body.
In the dim room, it seems filled with a face breaking out of the abyss… a face formed by countless crying, despairing, hollow gazes.
—Save me…
—Save me…
—Don’t kill me…
—Father…
Mourning.
Mo Mo instantly retreated in fear, instinctively stepping back… until unknowingly stepping out of the room, hurriedly closing the door, tremblingly sticking on the seal, only then did he collapse weakly to the ground.
Fear.
He hasn’t yet seen the true reality.
Mo Mo gazed vacantly at the small blue sky amidst the thick mist… he suddenly realized why the Senior said he wasn’t ready.
“I… really resist knowing from the bottom of my heart… right, Senior.”
…
…
The underground medical room’s door slowly opened.
The little nurse, who had been working here for a long time without a proper rest, was now dozing, but easily awakened.
Hearing the sound, she slowly looked up, seeing Mo Mo approaching silently… this Mr. Mo Mo, spent most of his time here acpanying the patient inside, often staring for hours, speaking little.
A very silent person… yet outwardly should appear quite sunny.
“Mr. Mo Mo, want some hot tea? You look a bit pale,” the little nurse came to Mo Mo’s side, offering a cup of hot tea.
Mo Mo silently looked at her, not a delicate face but pleasant to look at, seemingly very ordinary, just her smile seemed contagious.
Mo Mo subconsciously reached out, touched the cup, but didn’t move.
“What’s wrong?” Seeing Mo Mo holding the cup but not moving, the little nurse curiously asked again, “Are you troubled… worrying about things outside?”
Mo Mo forced a smile, seemingly wanting to give this earnest working girl a bit of fort.
The little nurse stuck out her tongue, “Actually, I’m scared too… Originally thought working in healthcare would be safer, never expected to be in such a terrifying place.”
Mo Mo was surprised, looking at this girl, finally noting her slight trembling.
This girl has no mana waves, not a martial arts practitioner, just a very ordinary person, amidst this Wolong Mountain Villa where dragons and snakes mingle, even if Taoists and powerful monsters deliberately restrain, the inadvertently released aura makes it like a huge dye vat, various powerful auras intertwining, how can ordinary people endure this?
Mo Mo thought for a moment, grasped the girl’s wrist, under her slightly panicked gaze, shook his head, “Relax.”
A warm current flowed from her wrist, spreading throughout the girl’s body, making her feel warmth.
“With your physique, you can’t endure here,” Mo Mo softly said, “I’ll help clear some monster aura sticking to you, or it might leave health problems later on.”
“Ah! Thank you so much, Mr. Mo Mo!” The little nurse was quite delighted, because the warmth did make her feel much better.
“I can only do this much,” Mo Mo smiled wryly, releasing the girl’s wrist.
“That’s already amazing!” The girl widened her eyes, “I never knew before, that there are so many powerful people and monsters in this world. After joining the Management Bureau, my worldview has been shattered!”
The little nurse’s face turned red.
Mo Mo chuckled, “Do you regret it now?”
“Regret, of course!” The girl shrugged, “Why wouldn’t I regret it! I don’t even dare tell my family about this… though the Bureau requires secrecy, holding it in makes me feel I’ll go crazy eventually!”
“Then you…”
“Mr. Mo Mo…” The little girl suddenly grabbed Mo Mo’s arm, holding on tightly… Her gaze did not calm down from the fort of her body; instead, it became even more panicked, “We… we’ll be fine, right? I… I haven’t been home for a month already… I wasn’t home even for the New Year. I haven’t been able to contact my parents; they must be really worried about me. We… we’ll be fine, right? I… I… I really want to go home! Can… can you take me away? You’re a very powerful Taoist, right? I saw Director Yan being quite polite to you… Mr. Mo Mo, I’m begging you, okay? I… I don’t want to stay here anymore!”
“I…”
Looking into her panicked eyes, her slightly rosy plexion instantly turned pale again… It seemed she had already reached her limit of endurance early on.
“What… what are you doing!”
Suddenly, the little girl pressed Mo Mo’s hand against her chest, “I… I’ll do anything, just take me away from here.”
The touch was incredibly soft… This was a place Mo Mo had never touched before.
“I really can…”
The girl stood on her tiptoes, her trembling lips awkwardly pressed against Mo Mo’s… not warm, slightly dry, yet forceful.
Her body pressed tightly, her arms clinging around him as if she wanted to melt into him… so fearful.
“I beg you…”
Mo Mo instinctively wrapped his arms around her, placing his hand gently on her back… feeling her tremble even more noticeably at that moment.
Mana surged from the palm of his hand.
The girl, taken aback, felt her eyes grow increasingly heavy… finally collapsing into Mo Mo’s arms.
He supported the young nurse to a nearby chair, laid her down, and then fetched a piece of clothing to drape over her.
—If you lack the power to sweep away all injustice in this world, if you lack the power to eradicate all evil in this world… then do not harbor kindness!
—Do you understand anything? Is it that your relatives were cruelly slaughtered before your eyes? Or did they weep tears of blood in front of you, pleading for you to save them, while you were powerless!
Mo Mo clenched his fist and then sat down cross-legged, forcing himself into a meditative state.
He gradually let go of all his worries, retaining only a single thought… before long, he felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
“Mr. Mo Mo, did you call me?”
Finally, a voice sounded beside his ear.
…
Mo Mo slowly opened his eyes—this was not the place he had visited multiple times; it was still in the underground treatment room.
Yet, the little girl before him was gone, as was Zhan in the isolation ward inside—this place seemed like another realm, a mirrored world.
Only he remained, and… the Boss.
“Coincidentally, I was nearby.” The Boss’s voice and smile always had a calming effect on people.
“Senior…” Mo Mo took a deep breath and stood up, “This time… this time, I want to know.”
“Do you really want to?” Luo Qiu looked at Mo Mo and asked with a slight smile.
Mo Mo shook his head.
“Then what do you want?”
“Before that…” Mo Mo took another deep breath and asked seriously, “I want to know, Senior, how do you define good and evil. Before, you told me that the coldest thing in this world is the human heart, and the warmest is also the human heart. So, what is the definition of good, and what is the definition of evil… why do black and white and… gray exist?”
Luo Qiu was silent for a moment, “We do offer consulting services for guests. But I’m sorry, Mr. Mo Mo, these questions of yours, I cannot answer for you.”
“Does it require a price?” Mo Mo was stunned, then realized… this Senior was the Boss of that place.
“Not exactly.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “You should understand, the so-called answer is found in one’s own heart. The answer others give you, is it worth referencing for you, is it worth being your answer? It’s too difficult… any slight deviation can lead to different results… even if you know my answer, it only represents my personal answer. And I do not represent others, nor can I represent you… so, do you know, or don’t you know, what difference does it make? And if you forcibly want to know, won’t you later feel that I deliberately tried to guide you towards a result I wanted at that time?”
“Senior, you wouldn’t be that sort of person.” Mo Mo shook his head, “If you were that kind of person, then… when we first met, I might have already bee your client, right? So, please tell me… even if it’s just for reference.”
Luo Qiu thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “I’m sorry, I still won’t tell you my definition of good and evil. However, I can offer you a paid service, letting you understand it on your own. How about it?”
“Paid…” Mo Mo murmured softly, then took a deep breath, “Okay!”
“Don’t worry, even if it’s paid, it won’t be too expensive.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly, “After all, even though it’s paid service, it’s essentially just an experience… offering you thirty years of life in exchange for two reincarnations, how about it?”
“Reincarnations?” Mo Mo was taken aback.
Only to see Luo Qiu raise his hand… an immense pulling force instantly drew Mo Mo into a vortex.
When the vortex vanished… the underground treatment room shattered like a broken mirror, all the scenes instantly cracking… reverting to its original state.
The little girl was still peacefully asleep on the chair, and in the isolation ward, acpanied by Zhan’s breathing, the heart monitor beeped in rhythm.
“Good and evil, black and white and gray…” Luo Qiu muttered to himself, “I want to know, too.”
…
…
An unsteady force tilted Mo Mo’s body to the side, and suddenly, his head seemed to knock against something, causing him to wake up.
The dazzling sunlight struck his eyes, and he saw a vast silver sea… on a twisting mountain road, on this dilapidated village bus.
“Next stop, Lv Village…”
Mo Mo paused, wondering why he was here… Oh, he remembered, he had just started traveling after ing down from the mountain. He had heard that there were some supernatural occurrences happening in Lv Village, so he planned to go and take a look.
擄
魯
㻠㽌㭃䌝
蘆
老
㰴㻠䣲”㝒
魯
虜
㵉㜙䌝䌝㽌
露
盧
㴁䌝㜙
㝒㙃㽌”㜙
爐
盧䩻㴁㜙 㰴㝒㻠䈴㜸 㜸㭃䎶䍊 䭄㵉䎶䎶㭃㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙 䚆㭃㽌䌝㭃䈴䭄䌝㭃㠣㜙 䭄㴁㵉䎶䣃 㝒䗦 㵉 㽌㜙㵉㽌㭃䚆㜙 䗦㭃㽌㴁㭃䈴㜸 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙䔌 㽌㭃䣃㩘䍊㜙 㰴㜙䌝 㜙䈴䚆㜙㵉䎶㭃䈴㜸䔌 䍊㭃㭰㜙 㵉 㽌㭰㰴 䗦㻠䍊䍊 㝒䗦 㽌䌝㵉䎶㽌—䌝㴁㜙 㵉䎶㝒䣃㵉 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 䚆㭃㽌㴁㜙㽌 㶙㜙䗦㝒䎶㜙 㴁㭃䣃 䜫㵉㽌 䌝䎶㻠䍊㰴 䭄㵉㩘䌝㭃㠣㵉䌝㭃䈴㜸䔌 䣃㵉㭰㭃䈴㜸 䌝㴁㜙 㵉䍊䎶㜙㵉䚆㰴 䗦㵉䣃㭃㽌㴁㜙䚆 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌䜫㵉䍊䍊㝒䜫 㴁㵉䎶䚆㛽
“䩻㴁㵉䈴㭰 㰴㝒㻠㛽” 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䈴㝒䚆䚆㜙䚆㛽㛽㛽 㞩䍊䌝㴁㝒㻠㜸㴁 㴁㜙 䜫㵉㽌 㠣㜙䎶㰴 㴁㻠䈴㜸䎶㰴䔌 㴁㜙 䚆㭃䚆䈴’䌝 䚆㭃㠣㜙 㭃䈴䌝㝒 䌝㴁㜙 䗦㝒㝒䚆 㠣㝒䎶㵉䭄㭃㝒㻠㽌䍊㰴 㶙㻠䌝 䌝㝒㝒㭰 㵉 䗦㜙䜫 㶙㭃䌝㜙㽌 䗦㭃䎶㽌䌝㛽 “䩻㴁㜙 䌝㵉㽌䌝㜙 㭃㽌 㠣㜙䎶㰴 㜸㝒㝒䚆䔌 䚆㭃䚆 㰴㝒㻠 䣃㵉㭰㜙 㭃䌝 㵉䍊䍊 㰴㝒㻠䎶㽌㜙䍊䗦䣲”
䚆䚆㝒䈴䚆㜙䔌
䌝㽌㴁㵉㝒䣃㜙䜫
䈴㜙㴁䌝㭃㜙㜸㜙
㝒䗦
䍊㴁䗦㶙㛽㵉㽌㛽㻠㛽
㰴䔌㻠㴁㝒䌝
㭃䈴
㵉㽌䎶㜙㰴
㝒䎶
㜙㴁䌝
㴁㜙䩻
䍊䎶㜸㭃
䚆䈴㵉
㜸㝒㰴䈴㻠
㝒䚆㛽䍊
䣃䚆䍊㜙㽌㭃
㠣㜙㜙䈴㜙㜙㽌䌝䈴
䣃㝒䍊㝒㶙
䩡㴁㜙 㽌㜙㜙䣃㜙䚆 䌝㝒 䎶㜙䣃㜙䣃㶙㜙䎶 㽌㝒䣃㜙䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸 㵉䍊䍊 㝒䗦 㵉 㽌㻠䚆䚆㜙䈴 㵉䈴䚆 㐲㻠㭃䭄㭰䍊㰴 㵉䚆䚆㜙䚆䔌 “䢑㴁䔌 㰴㝒㻠䎶 䭄䍊㝒䌝㴁㜙㽌䔌 䑯 䜫㵉㽌㴁㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙䣃 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䣃㝒䎶䈴㭃䈴㜸 㵉䈴䚆 㴁㻠䈴㜸 䌝㴁㜙䣃 㝒㻠䌝㽌㭃䚆㜙䔌 䑯’䍊䍊 䌝㵉㭰㜙 䌝㴁㜙䣃 㶙㵉䭄㭰 䗦㝒䎶 㰴㝒㻠 䜫㴁㜙䈴 䌝㴁㜙㰴 䚆䎶㰴 䌝㴁㭃㽌 㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶䈴㝒㝒䈴㛽”
“䑯’䣃 䎶㜙㵉䍊䍊㰴 㽌㝒䎶䎶㰴㛽” 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌㵉㭃䚆 㵉㩘㝒䍊㝒㜸㜙䌝㭃䭄㵉䍊䍊㰴䔌 “䖴㴁㜙䈴 䑯 㵉䎶䎶㭃㠣㜙䚆 㰴㜙㽌䌝㜙䎶䚆㵉㰴 䌝㴁㜙 䜫㜙㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶 䜫㵉㽌 䭄䍊㜙㵉䎶䍊㰴 䈴㭃䭄㜙䔌 㶙㻠䌝 㽌㴁㝒䎶䌝䍊㰴 㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶 䑯 㜸㝒䌝 㝒䗦䗦 䌝㴁㜙 䭄㵉䎶 㭃䌝 㽌䌝㵉䎶䌝㜙䚆 㩘㝒㻠䎶㭃䈴㜸 䎶㵉㭃䈴㛽”
㽌㭃
㜙㶙㴁㭃䚆䈴
㜸䍊䎶㭃
䎶㜙㵉
㨋㝒
㴁㜙䜫䌝㵉䎶㜙
䌝䌝㴁㵉
䎶㜙㴁
㻠㴁㽌䭄
㵉䚆䈴
㻠㝒㰴㜸䈴
㴁㜙䎶
㝒䣃䭄㝒䈴䣃
㰴㶙
㭃㻠㜙䌝㐲
㴁䌝㜙
㜙㴁䩻
㝒㨋
㜙䚆㭃䈴䗦䎶㝒䣃
䌝䭄㭰䚆㜙㻠
㵉㴁䎶㭃
㵉㜙㜙䚆㽌㽌㭃㛽
䩡㴁㜙 䚆㭃䚆䈴’䌝 䭄㝒䈴䌝㭃䈴㻠㜙 䌝㝒 䚆㭃㽌䌝㻠䎶㶙 㨋㝒 㨋㝒’㽌 䣃㜙㵉䍊䔌 㭃䈴㽌䌝㜙㵉䚆 㽌䌝㵉䎶䌝㭃䈴㜸 䌝㝒 䌝㭃䚆㰴 㻠㩘 䌝㴁㜙 䗦㵉䣃㭃䍊㰴㟷䎶㻠䈴 㭃䈴䈴—㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㴁㵉䚆 䍊㜙㵉䎶䈴㜙䚆 㵉 㶙㭃䌝䔌 䌝㴁㭃㽌 㰴㝒㻠䈴㜸 㜸㭃䎶䍊’㽌 䈴㵉䣃㜙 䜫㵉㽌 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴䔌 㴁㜙䎶 䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶 䜫㵉㽌 㛟㠣 䧤㵉㭃䔌 㴁㜙䎶 䣃㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶 㛟㻠㝒 㞩㭃㰴㻠䔌 㵉䈴䚆 㵉䈴 㭃䍊䍊 㜸䎶㵉䈴䚆䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶 䍊㭃㠣㜙䚆 䜫㭃䌝㴁 䌝㴁㜙䣃㛽
㞩 㠣㜙䎶㰴 㝒䎶䚆㭃䈴㵉䎶㰴 䗦㭃㽌㴁㭃䈴㜸 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙 䗦㵉䣃㭃䍊㰴㛽㛽㛽 㵉䌝 䍊㜙㵉㽌䌝䔌 䌝㴁㵉䌝’㽌 㴁㝒䜫 㭃䌝 㽌㜙㜙䣃㜙䚆㛽
‘䚆㴁㜙
䍊㩘䍊䚆㜙㻠
䌝㻠㝒
䍊㭃㜸䎶
㜙㴁䌝
䈴㭃㜸㜙䗦䎶㛽㽌
㴁䍊㭃㜸㝒䚆䈴
㭃䌝
䈴㻠䔰㰴㭃
㝒㻠䌝
㛽䈴㵉䌝㜙㜙
䎶䌝㞩䗦㜙
䣃䍊㵉䌝㭃䈴㵉㽌
䌝㽌䁠㻠
㵉
㭃㴁㽌
㽌䌝㩘㵉
㛟㠣
䎶䣃㝒䗦
㜙䌝㜙㜙䈴䜫㶙
㽌㭃㴁
㻠㐲䍊㰴䭄㭃㭰
㝒䗦㝒䚆
㝒㨋
㝒㨋
䧤㜙
㭰㩘䭄㜙䔌㝒䌝
㻠䈴㜸㰴㝒
䗦㜙䌝䔌䍊
㴁䌝㜙
䩻㴁㜙 䌝㵉䍊㭃㽌䣃㵉䈴 㭃䈴㽌䌝㵉䈴䌝䍊㰴 㶙㻠䎶䈴㜙䚆 㻠㩘䔌 䌝䎶㵉䈴㽌䗦㝒䎶䣃㭃䈴㜸 㭃䈴䌝㝒 㵉 㽌㩘㭃䎶㭃䌝㻠㵉䍊 䍊㭃㜸㴁䌝 䌝㴁㵉䌝 㽌䭄㵉䌝䌝㜙䎶㜙䚆 㝒㠣㜙䎶 䌝㴁㜙 䗦㝒㝒䚆 㝒䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䌝㵉㶙䍊㜙—㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶 㵉 䜫㴁㭃䍊㜙䔌 䌝㴁㜙䎶㜙 䜫㵉㽌 䈴㝒 䎶㜙㵉䭄䌝㭃㝒䈴㛽
䧤㝒㩘㜙䗦㻠䍊䍊㰴䔌 㭃䌝’㽌 㵉 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶 䌝㴁㵉䌝 㭰䈴㝒䜫㽌 㭃䌝㽌 㩘䍊㵉䭄㜙㛽
䚆㭃䚆
䚆㵉䣃㜙
䈴㭃㜙䱼䭄
㜙䈴㶙㜙
䍊㜙䎶䍊㰴㵉
㨋㝒
㜙㴁䌝
䎶㜙䌝㜙䌝䚆㻠䣃
䚆㴁㵉
㜙䌝㵉㽌䌝
䚆䚆䍊㜙䈴㰴㻠㽌
㩘㭃㜸㽌㭃䌝䌝䈴
㭃䣃䗦㴁䍊㽌㜙䔌
䚆㝒䌝—㝒䗦㭃
㝒䌝
㻠䌝㝒
䈴㭃䈴㭃㜸㽌㜙䌝㜙䎶䚆
䎶㝒䗦
㭃㜙䈴㜸䍊䗦㜙
㽌䍊䣃㭃㩘㜙
㽌㝒
䌝䍊䌝㵉䗦㛽㽌㜙㻠
㽌㜙㵉䌝㻠䍊䗦䜫
㝒㨋
䩻㴁㭃㽌 䜫㵉㽌 㴁㭃㽌 㽌㜙䭄㝒䈴䚆 䚆㵉㰴 㭃䈴 䌝㴁㜙 㽌㜙㵉㽌㭃䚆㜙 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙㛽
㛽㛽㛽
䌝㝒
㴁㜙䩻
㭃䌝
䍊㰴䈴㜙䣃㜙㽌㭃㜸
㝒䈴䗦㻠䚆
㜙䗦䜫
㽌䍊㵉䣃䍊
㩘㝒㛽㽌䌝
䜫㭃䌝㴁
䚆㴁㵉䎶
㠣㜙䎶㰴
㽌䍊㝒㵉䭄䌝㵉
䌝㭃㴁䜫
㽌㜙䚆䭄䍊㜙䚆㻠
䔌䎶䌝㜙䎶㴁㵉
㽌䌝㭃㴁
㩘䍊㵉䭄㜙
㜸㜙䎶㵉䈴㭃䌝䌝㜙
㽌䜫㵉
䎶㻠㽌㛽㛽䌝㛽㝒㭃䌝㽌
㝒䎶
䚆㜙㝒㻠䎶䌝㽌㽌㭃
㭃㐲䔌䍊㵉㻠䈴䎶䌝
㛟㠣 㫤㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙 㵉㩘㩘㜙㵉䎶㜙䚆 㭃㽌㝒䍊㵉䌝㜙䚆䔌 㩘㜙䎶䭄㴁㜙䚆 㝒䈴 䌝㴁㜙 㜙䚆㜸㜙 㝒䗦 㵉 䭄䍊㭃䗦䗦㛽
㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴’㽌 㴁㝒㻠㽌㜙 䜫㵉㽌 㜙㠣㜙䈴 䭄䍊㝒㽌㜙䎶 䌝㝒 䌝㴁㜙 䭄䍊㭃䗦䗦 㜙䚆㜸㜙䔌 䜫㭃䌝㴁 㵉 䗦㜙䜫 㭰㭃䍊㝒䣃㜙䌝㜙䎶㽌 㝒䗦 䎶㝒㵉䚆 䌝㝒 䌝㴁㜙 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙䔌 䣃㵉㭰㭃䈴㜸 㭃䌝 㵉䍊䍊 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒䎶㜙 㽌㝒䍊㭃䌝㵉䎶㰴㛽
㴁䜫㰴
㨋㝒
㴁㜙䌝
㜙䭄㵉䣃
㵉㜙㽌
‘㴁䈴㵉䚆䌝
㜙㴁
㜙䈴㜙䚆㜸䍊
㴁䌝㴁㜙䎶㜙㜙—
㝒㨋
䌝䗦㝒㝒㜸䈴䌝㜙䎶
㝒䗦
㽌䈴㛽㜙㝒䣃䌝䎶
㕿㝒䎶 㽌㜙㠣㜙䎶㵉䍊 䚆㵉㰴㽌䔌 㴁㜙 㴁㵉䚆䈴’䌝 䗦㝒㻠䈴䚆 㵉䈴㰴 䭄㝒䈴䭄䎶㜙䌝㜙 䍊㜙㵉䚆㽌䔌 㝒䈴䍊㰴 㝒䭄䭄㵉㽌㭃㝒䈴㵉䍊䍊㰴 㴁㜙㵉䎶㭃䈴㜸 㽌㝒䣃㜙 䌝㵉㶙㝒㝒 㝒䍊䚆 䌝㵉䍊㜙㽌 䗦䎶㝒䣃 䌝㴁㜙 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙䎶㽌㛽 䖴㴁㜙䈴 㴁㜙 䌝䎶㭃㜙䚆 䌝㝒 㵉㽌㭰 䌝㴁㜙 㜙䍊䚆㜙䎶㽌 䗦䎶㝒䣃 䌝㴁㜙 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒㻠䈴䌝㵉㭃䈴’㽌 㶙㵉㽌㜙 䗦㝒䎶 䣃㝒䎶㜙 䚆㜙䌝㵉㭃䍊㽌䔌 䌝㴁㜙㰴 㵉䍊䜫㵉㰴㽌 䌝㻠䎶䈴㜙䚆 㵉䜫㵉㰴 㝒䎶 㽌㴁㝒㝒㜙䚆 㴁㭃䣃 䍊㭃㭰㜙 㴁㜙 䜫㵉㽌 㵉 䚆㜙㠣㭃䍊䔌 䚆䎶㭃㠣㭃䈴㜸 㴁㭃䣃 㝒䗦䗦㛽
䑯䈴 䁠㻠㽌䌝 㵉 䗦㜙䜫 䚆㵉㰴㽌䔌 䜫㝒䎶䚆 㽌㩘䎶㜙㵉䚆 㭃䈴 䌝㴁㜙 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙 㵉㶙㝒㻠䌝 䌝㴁㭃㽌 㰴㝒㻠䈴㜸 䣃㵉䈴 㵉㽌㭰㭃䈴㜸 㵉㶙㝒㻠䌝 㩘㵉㽌䌝 㜙㠣㜙䈴䌝㽌䔌 㽌㝒 䜫㴁㜙䈴㜙㠣㜙䎶 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䜫㵉䍊㭰㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙 㽌䣃㵉䍊䍊 㩘㵉䌝㴁㽌䔌 㴁㜙’䚆 㜙䈴䭄㝒㻠䈴䌝㜙䎶 䜫㵉䎶㰴 㵉䈴䚆 㽌䌝䎶㵉䈴㜸㜙 㜸㵉㡑㜙㽌㛽
䈴㶙㜸㭃䈴㭃䈴㜙㜸
㜸䚆㜙䈴䍊㜙
䌝㴁㜙
㴁䜫㜙䔌㜙㝒䎶䈴
㵉
㴁䔌䣃㰴䌝
㽌䜫㵉
㶙䗦㜙䎶㝒㜙
㭃䖴㴁䌝
㵉㽌䜫
㝒㨋
㭃䗦
䁠㽌䌝㻠
㜙㩘㜙䎶㵉㩘䚆㵉
㝒䈴㜸㭃㜸
䣃㵉䈴
㻠䌝䁠㽌
㵉
㨋㝒
㴁㭃㛽䣃
㝒㻠㜸䈴㰴
䌝㝒
䈴㴁䜫㜙
䌝㴁㜙
䌝㝒㽌䈴䈴㜙㜸㭃㠣㵉䌝㭃㭃
䚆㝒䌝㻠㶙
䧤㜙 㵉䍊㽌㝒 㵉䎶䎶㭃㠣㜙䚆 㭃䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䎶㵉㭃䈴䔌 䍊㝒㝒㭰㭃䈴㜸 䚆㭃㽌㴁㜙㠣㜙䍊㜙䚆 㵉㽌 㴁㜙 㩘㻠㽌㴁㜙䚆 㝒㩘㜙䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䚆㝒㝒䎶 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 㰴㝒㻠䈴㜸 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴’㽌 㭃䈴䈴㛽
䍖䈴䍊㭃㭰㜙 㨋㝒 㨋㝒’㽌 㜸㝒䍊䚆㜙䈴㟷䚆㰴㜙䚆 㴁㵉㭃䎶 䌝㴁㵉䌝 㽌㜙㜙䣃㜙䚆 㵉 䚆㵉䌝㜙䚆 䗦㵉㽌㴁㭃㝒䈴䔌 䌝㴁㭃㽌 㜙㐲㻠㵉䍊䍊㰴 㰴㝒㻠䈴㜸 㰴㝒㻠䌝㴁 㴁㵉䚆 䍊㝒䈴㜸 㴁㵉㭃䎶 䭄㵉㽌㻠㵉䍊䍊㰴 䌝㭃㜙䚆 㶙㜙㴁㭃䈴䚆 㴁㭃䣃㛽
䗦㝒
䈴㭃䔌
㻠䌝㵉㝒䍊䭄䌝㻠㭃䈴䗦
㐲䈴㻠㻠㭃㜙
㨋㝒
㵉
䩻㭃㝒㽌䌝㵉
㜙㴁
䈴㵉䣃㛽㵉
㜙䩻㴁
䭄㝒㻠䍊䚆
䗦㝒
䎶㝒䣃䗦
䗦㜙䍊㜙
㩘㜙㜙䚆䌝㩘㽌
㭃㜙—䣃㴁䌝㴁
㜙䈴㜸䈴䣃㵉㵉䌝㭃
㝒㨋
䭄㜙䈴㽌㜙㜙㽌
䣃䈴㝒㜙䣃䌝
䩻㴁㜙 㽌㭰㰴 㴁㵉䚆 䌝㻠䎶䈴㜙䚆 䭄㝒䣃㩘䍊㜙䌝㜙䍊㰴 䚆㵉䎶㭰䔌 䌝㴁㜙 㭃䈴䈴 䣃㭃䚆䜫㵉㰴 㻠㩘 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒㻠䈴䌝㵉㭃䈴 㽌㜙㜙䣃㜙䚆 㜙䈴㜸㻠䍊䗦㜙䚆 㭃䈴 䜫㭃䈴䚆 㵉䈴䚆 䎶㵉㭃䈴䔌 䌝㴁㜙 㝒䍊䚆 䚆㝒㝒䎶㽌 䭄䎶㜙㵉㭰㜙䚆㛽
䩻㴁㜙 䍊㝒䈴㜸㟷㴁㵉㭃䎶㜙䚆 㰴㝒㻠䌝㴁 㵉䍊㽌㝒 䈴㝒䌝㭃䭄㜙䚆 㨋㝒 㨋㝒䔌 䜫㴁㝒 䜫㵉㽌 㽌㜙㵉䌝㜙䚆 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㜙 䌝㵉㶙䍊㜙 㜙㵉䌝㭃䈴㜸䔌 㴁㭃㽌 㜙㰴㜙㽌 䍊㭃䌝 㻠㩘 㵉㽌 㴁㜙 㵉㩘㩘䎶㝒㵉䭄㴁㜙䚆 㨋㝒 㨋㝒㛽
䑯
䌝䣲㽌㭃”
㵉㰴㨋”
㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㜸㜙㽌䌝㻠䎶㜙䚆 㭃䈴㠣㭃䌝㭃䈴㜸䍊㰴㛽
䧤㜙 㜙㠣㜙䈴 㩘㜙䎶㽌㝒䈴㵉䍊䍊㰴 㩘㝒㻠䎶㜙䚆 㵉 䭄㻠㩘 㝒䗦 㴁㝒䌝 䌝㜙㵉 䗦㝒䎶 䌝㴁㜙 㰴㝒㻠䈴㜸 䣃㵉䈴 䌝㝒 䜫㵉䎶䣃 㻠㩘㛽 䩻㴁㜙 㰴㝒㻠䌝㴁 㜸䎶㵉䭄㭃㝒㻠㽌䍊㰴 㵉䭄䭄㜙㩘䌝㜙䚆䔌 㶙㻠䌝 㵉㽌 㴁㜙 䌝㝒㝒㭰 䌝㴁㜙 䭄㻠㩘䔌 㴁㜙 䈴㝒䌝㭃䭄㜙䚆 㭃䌝 䜫㵉㽌 㽌䌝㜙㵉䚆㰴 㭃䈴 㨋㝒 㨋㝒’㽌 㴁㵉䈴䚆䔌 㻠䈴㰴㭃㜙䍊䚆㭃䈴㜸䔌 䍊㭃㭰㜙 㭃䌝 㴁㵉䚆 䌝㵉㭰㜙䈴 䎶㝒㝒䌝㛽
䌝㴁㶙㝒
㵉䚆㛽㴁䈴㽌
㰴㝒㴁㻠䌝
䈴䔌䗦㭃㵉䍊䌝㰴
䚆㵉㜸㭃䈴䚆
䩻㴁㜙
䍊䎶㜸㰴䚆䍊㵉㵉㻠
䍊㭃㜙㽌䚆䣃
䌝㭃㴁䜫
䭄䗦㝒㜙䎶
䩻㴁㜙 㭃䈴䈴’㽌 䍊㵉䈴䚆䍊㵉䚆㰴䔌 䜫㴁㝒 㴁㵉䚆 㶙㜙㜙䈴 䚆㝒㡑㭃䈴㜸 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㜙 䭄㝒㻠䈴䌝㜙䎶䔌 䜫㵉䌝䭄㴁㜙䚆 䭄㻠䎶㭃㝒㻠㽌䍊㰴 㵉㽌 䌝㴁㜙 䌝䜫㝒 㰴㝒㻠䌝㴁㽌 䭄䍊㵉㽌㩘㜙䚆 㴁㵉䈴䚆㽌㛽㛽㛽 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㵉䌝 䣃㝒䣃㜙䈴䌝䔌 㵉 䍊㭃㜸㴁䌝䈴㭃䈴㜸 㶙㝒䍊䌝 㽌䌝䎶㻠䭄㭰 㝒㻠䌝㽌㭃䚆㜙䔌 㽌䌝㵉䎶䌝䍊㭃䈴㜸 㴁㜙䎶 㜙䈴㝒㻠㜸㴁 䌝㝒 㩘㵉䌝 㴁㜙䎶 䭄㴁㜙㽌䌝 㭃䈴㽌䌝㭃䈴䭄䌝㭃㠣㜙䍊㰴㛽
㒬㰴 䌝㴁㜙䈴䔌 䌝㴁㜙 䌝䜫㝒 㰴㝒㻠䌝㴁㽌 㴁㵉䚆 㽌㜙㩘㵉䎶㵉䌝㜙䚆䔌 㽌㭃䌝䌝㭃䈴㜸 㵉䭄䎶㝒㽌㽌 䗦䎶㝒䣃 㜙㵉䭄㴁 㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶㛽
“㨋㝒
㛽”㨋㝒
“䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃㛽”
䩻㴁㜙㰴 㜙䢰䭄㴁㵉䈴㜸㜙䚆 㽌䣃㭃䍊㜙㽌㛽
㭰㽌㶙㝒㝒
㭃㴁䍊䖴㜙
㵉㽌
䚆㴁䚆㭃䈴㜙
䈴㭃䔌䈴䌝㵉㨋㝒㻠
㜙䎶䌝㽌㵉䣃
㵉
㜸䈴䎶㝒㙃㵉
㜙㽌䚆㻠
䌝㴁㜙
㝒㠣㭃䌝㵉㜙䎶䗦
䌝㶙㻠
㜙㶙䚆
䎶’䜫䌝㜙㜙䈴
䭄㭃䌝䈴㵉㻠㠣䍊㭃䌝㜸
䌝㜙㴁
䎶䌝㵉㽌
㵉䣃䍊䌝㵉㭃䎶
㝒䈴
䭄䎶㽌䎶䌝㜙㭃㽌㩘㻠
㜙䩻㭃䎶㜸
㨋㽌㝒’
㴁㽌㭃
䈴㭃
㵉
㵉䩻㝒㽌䌝㭃
㜙䚆䎶㵉
㝒㨋
㝒䌝
㩘䎶㩘㝒㛽
㭃㝒䣃㻠䌝㵉䈴䔌䈴
㝒䍊䈴㠣㜙
䧤㜙 䚆㭃䚆䈴’䌝 䍊㭃㭰㜙 䌝㴁㜙 㭰㭃䍊䍊㭃䈴㜸 㽌䭄㜙䈴㜙㽌 㭃䈴 䈴㝒㠣㜙䍊㽌 㶙㻠䌝 䍊㝒㠣㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙 㽌䌝㝒䎶㭃㜙㽌 㝒䗦 䭄㴁㭃㠣㵉䍊䎶㰴㛽 䧤㜙 䗦㜙䍊䌝 䌝㴁㜙 㭃䣃䣃㝒䎶䌝㵉䍊 㩘㵉䌝㴁 䜫㵉㽌 㜙䍊㻠㽌㭃㠣㜙䔌 䜫㴁㭃䍊㜙 䌝㵉䍊㜙㽌 㝒䗦 䎶㝒䣃㵉䈴䭄㜙 䜫㜙䎶㜙 䣃㝒䎶㜙 䚆㝒䜫䈴㟷䌝㝒㟷㜙㵉䎶䌝㴁㛽
䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 䜫㵉㽌 㵉 䣃㵉㽌䌝㜙䎶 㝒䗦 㽌㭃䣃㭃䍊㵉䎶 㵉㜸㜙 㵉䈴䚆 䭄㻠䍊䌝㭃㠣㵉䌝㭃㝒䈴—㵉 䣃㵉㽌䌝㜙䎶 㶙㜙䭄㵉㻠㽌㜙 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䎶㜙䭄㭰㝒䈴㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙㰴 䜫㜙䎶㜙 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 㽌㵉䣃㜙 䍊㜙㠣㜙䍊—㴁㝒䜫 㜙䍊㽌㜙 䭄㝒㻠䍊䚆 㝒䈴㜙 㠣㜙䈴䌝㻠䎶㜙 㭃䈴䌝㝒 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㵉䎶䌝㭃㵉䍊 䜫㝒䎶䍊䚆䣲
㨋㝒
䌝䈴䎶㜙䭄㵉㜙䈴
㜙䔰
㝒㨋
㝒䗦㛽
㽌㵉䜫
㵉䎶䚆䚆㜙䣃㜙
㕿㽌㜙’㭃
䭄㽌䎶䍊㜙㰴㭃㜙㩘
䌝㴁㜙
䌝㜙㵉䎶㜙䭄䈴䈴
㜩㝒䣃㭃䈴㜸 㭃䈴 䗦䎶㝒䣃 䌝㴁㜙 䎶㵉㭃䈴䔌 㭃䈴 㵉䈴 㝒䍊䚆 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㭃䈴䈴䔌 䌝䜫㝒 䣃㵉㽌䌝㜙䎶㽌 㻠䈴㭰䈴㝒䜫㭃䈴㜸䍊㰴 䌝㜙㽌䌝㭃䈴㜸 㜙㵉䭄㴁 㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶䔌 䌝㴁㜙䈴 㜙䢰䭄㴁㵉䈴㜸㭃䈴㜸 䈴㵉䣃㜙㽌㛽
䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 䜫㵉㽌 㵉 䚆㭃㽌䭄㭃㩘䍊㜙 䗦䎶㝒䣃 㵉 㴁㭃䚆䚆㜙䈴 㽌㜙䭄䌝䔌 㵉䈴䚆 㴁㵉䚆 㶙㜙㜙䈴 䜫㵉䈴䚆㜙䎶㭃䈴㜸 䗦㝒䎶 㽌㝒䣃㜙 䌝㭃䣃㜙㛽 䧤㜙 䭄㵉䣃㜙 㶙㜙䭄㵉㻠㽌㜙 㴁㜙’䚆 㴁㜙㵉䎶䚆 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 㽌䌝䎶㵉䈴㜸㜙 䍊㜙㜸㜙䈴䚆㽌 㭃䈴 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䎶㜙䣃㝒䌝㜙 䗦㭃㽌㴁㭃䈴㜸 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙 㵉䈴䚆 䜫㵉䈴䌝㜙䚆 䌝㝒 㭃䈴㠣㜙㽌䌝㭃㜸㵉䌝㜙 䌝㴁㜙䣃㛽
䌝㴁㜙
㵉䎶㽌䌝
㕿㭃䔌㜙
䔰㜙
㽌㝒
㵉䍊㴁㽌㭃
㶙㜙㴁㝒䌝䎶䎶
䣃䌝㵉㵉㭃䎶䍊
㵉
䌝㭃㽌䌝㩘䈴㭃㜸
㽌䜫㵉
䎶㜙䩻㭃㜸
䣃㰴
㽌㵉䎶䌝㜙㨋
䎶㜙䗦㽌㴁
㰴䈴㜸㝒㻠
䣃㜙㜸㵉㭃
㝒䈴㨋䌝㻠䔌䈴㭃㵉
㙃䎶䈴㵉㝒㜸
㜙䔌㻠㜙㽌䎶䚆䈴”㽌
㵉㜙䍊䈴䌝㜸㰴㜙䔌䈴䣃䍊
㝒䗦
㝒䗦䎶䣃
䈴㜙㝒㶙䍊㵉䣃䈴
㝒㠣㜙䈴䍊㛽
㜸㻠㭃㩘㭃䎶㝒䌝㜙㽌㽌
䗦㜙䎶㝒㜸㠣㭃
㝒䭄㝒䔌䍊㽌㴁
㵉
㵉
㭃䩻㵉㽌㝒䌝
䣃䗦䎶㝒
㨋㝒
䣃䗦䎶㝒
“㞩
“㒬䎶㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶 䔰㜙 㜙䢰㵉㜸㜸㜙䎶㵉䌝㜙㽌䔌 㰴㝒㻠䎶 㽌㜙䭄䌝 䣃㻠㽌䌝 㶙㜙 䁠㻠㽌䌝 㵉㽌 䎶㜙䣃㵉䎶㭰㵉㶙䍊㜙㠫”
䩻㴁㝒㻠㜸㴁 䌝㴁㜙 㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶 㴁㵉䚆 㝒䈴䍊㰴 䣃㜙䈴䌝㭃㝒䈴㜙䚆 㴁㭃㽌 㽌㜙䭄䌝䔌 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䎶㜙㵉䍊䍊㰴 㴁㵉䚆 䈴㝒 㭃䣃㩘䎶㜙㽌㽌㭃㝒䈴—䚆㜙㽌㩘㭃䌝㜙 䌝㴁㜙 䚆㜙䭄䍊㭃䈴㜙 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 䩻㵉㝒㭃㽌䌝 㽌㜙䭄䌝㽌䔌 䌝㴁㜙䎶㜙 䜫㜙䎶㜙 䭄㝒㻠䈴䌝䍊㜙㽌㽌 㶙䎶㵉䈴䭄㴁㜙㽌 䜫㝒䎶䍊䚆䜫㭃䚆㜙䔌 䣃㵉䈴㰴 㜙㠣㜙䈴 䌝㴁㜙 㝒䍊䚆 䣃㵉㽌䌝㜙䎶㽌 䣃㭃㜸㴁䌝 䈴㝒䌝 㭰䈴㝒䜫䔌 䍊㜙䌝 㵉䍊㝒䈴㜙 㴁㭃䚆䚆㜙䈴 㽌㜙䭄䌝㽌䣲
䌝㜙㴁
㽌㭃㴁
䌝㝒
䍊䜫㝒䚆㜙㜙䎶
䌝㰴㽌㵉
㻠㵉㵉䣲䎶”
㴁㵉㠣㜙
㜸㙃㻠䈴䎶㭃
㜙䌝’㽌㽌䈴䎶㝒䣃
㻠㝒㰴
㴁㭃䌝㜙䎶
㜙䔌㠣㭃䭄㝒
䔰㜙
㜙㕿㭃
“㒬㝒䌝䎶䎶㴁㜙
㽌䈴㰴䚆䚆㻠㜙䍊
㝒㨋䔌
㝒㽌䭄㴁㜙
㽌㜙䈴䭄㭃
㝒㻠㰴
㵉㠣㝒㭃㽌䌝䈴䈴㝒䔌㜙䎶䭄
䔌㴁㜙䎶㜙
㜙䭄㜙䌝㜙䚆䚆䌝
㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㻠䈴䚆㜙䎶㽌䌝㝒㝒䚆 䜫㴁㵉䌝 䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 䣃㜙㵉䈴䌝 㵉䈴䚆 㽌䣃㭃䍊㜙䚆䔌 “䩻㴁㜙 䗦㵉䣃㭃䍊㰴 㴁㜙䎶㜙 㴁㵉㽌 㵉 㰴㝒㻠䈴㜸 㜸㭃䎶䍊 䜫㴁㝒 㴁㵉㽌 㽌㝒䣃㜙 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶’㽌 㵉㻠䎶㵉䔌 㶙㻠䌝 㽌㴁㜙’㽌 䍊㭃㭰㜙䍊㰴 䈴㝒䌝 䌝㴁㜙 㽌㜙㵉 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶 䜫㜙’䎶㜙 㽌㜙㜙㭰㭃䈴㜸㛽 䑯䗦 㽌㴁㜙’㽌 㵉 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶 䜫㴁㝒 㭰䈴㝒䜫㽌 㴁㜙䎶 㩘䍊㵉䭄㜙 㵉䈴䚆 䍊㭃㠣㜙㽌 㐲㻠㭃㜙䌝䍊㰴䔌 䜫㜙 䍊㜙㵉㠣㜙 㭃䌝 㶙㜙㛽”
䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 㽌㵉㭃䚆 䈴㝒䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸 䣃㝒䎶㜙䔌 䁠㻠㽌䌝 䍊㵉䌝㜙䎶 㵉㽌㭰㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙 䍊㵉䈴䚆䍊㵉䚆㰴 䌝㝒 㶙䎶㭃䈴㜸 㵉 㶙㝒䌝䌝䍊㜙 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 䍊㝒䭄㵉䍊 㶙䎶㜙䜫 㝒㠣㜙䎶 䌝㝒 䚆䎶㭃䈴㭰 䜫㭃䌝㴁 㨋㝒 㨋㝒㛽
㛽㛽㛽
㨋㵉㰴㶙㜙 㶙㜙䭄㵉㻠㽌㜙 㵉䌝 㙃䎶㵉㜸㝒䈴 䩻㭃㜸㜙䎶 㨋㝒㻠䈴䌝㵉㭃䈴 㭃䌝 䜫㵉㽌 䁠㻠㽌䌝 㴁㭃䣃 㵉䈴䚆 㴁㭃㽌 䣃㵉㽌䌝㜙䎶䔌 㴁㜙’䚆 䈴㜙㠣㜙䎶 㽌㜙㜙䈴 㽌㝒䣃㜙㝒䈴㜙 㴁㭃㽌 㵉㜸㜙㛽
䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃’㽌 㵉䎶䎶㭃㠣㵉䍊 㽌㜙㜙䣃㜙䚆 䌝㝒 䗦㭃䍊䍊 㵉 䍊㝒䈴㜸㟷㽌䌝㵉䈴䚆㭃䈴㜸 㠣㝒㭃䚆 㴁㜙’䚆 㴁㵉䚆 㽌㭃䈴䭄㜙 䭄㴁㭃䍊䚆㴁㝒㝒䚆 㭃䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䗦䎶㭃㜙䈴䚆 䚆㜙㩘㵉䎶䌝䣃㜙䈴䌝㛽 㞩㽌 㽌㝒䣃㜙㝒䈴㜙 䜫㴁㝒 䭄㝒䈴㽌㭃䚆㜙䎶㜙䚆 㴁㭃㽌 㵉䍊䭄㝒㴁㝒䍊 䌝㝒䍊㜙䎶㵉䈴䭄㜙 䚆㜙䭄㜙䈴䌝䔌 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䗦㝒㻠䈴䚆 㴁㭃䣃㽌㜙䍊䗦 㵉 㶙㭃䌝 䌝㭃㩘㽌㰴 䌝㴁㵉䌝 䈴㭃㜸㴁䌝䔌 䜫㵉㭰㭃䈴㜸 㻠㩘 㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶 㵉 㽌㝒㻠䈴䚆 㽌䍊㜙㜙㩘 㵉䌝 䣃㭃䚆䚆㵉㰴㛽
㵉
䈴㭃
㽌㴁㭃㜸䈴䌝’
㴁㵉䚆
㜸䎶䚆䈴㵉㜙
䌝㴁㜙䈴䔌
㜙㽌㽌㩘䚆䱼㵉
㴁䍊䚆㜙
㵉䍊䌝㽌
㒬㰴
䍊䌝䍊㽌㭃
㝒㽌䌝䎶䣃
䗦䍊䎶䜫㽌㜙㝒
㽌䚆䚆㜙㻠䈴
䌝㴁㜙
䌝㴁㜙
㜙㶙䍊㻠
䈴䌝䜫㽌㵉㽌㝒㭃䎶䚆
䜫㭃䎶㛽㵉䎶䌝㜙䈴㵉
㒬㻠䌝 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䭄㝒㻠䍊䚆䈴’䌝 䗦㭃䈴䚆 䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶䜫㵉䎶䚆䔌 䌝㴁㜙 㭃䈴䈴’㽌 䍊㵉䈴䚆䍊㵉䚆㰴 㜙䢰㩘䍊㵉㭃䈴㜙䚆 㴁㜙 㴁㵉䚆 㜸㝒䈴㜙 㝒㻠䌝 㜙㵉䎶䍊㰴㛽㛽㛽 㩘䎶㝒㶙㵉㶙䍊㰴 䌝㝒 㜸㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶 㭃䈴䗦㝒䎶䣃㵉䌝㭃㝒䈴䣲
㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㴁㵉䚆䈴’䌝 㴁㵉䚆 䌝㴁㜙 䭄㴁㵉䈴䭄㜙 䌝㝒 䌝㜙䍊䍊 㴁㭃䣃 㴁㜙’䚆 䗦㝒㻠䈴䚆 䈴㝒䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸 㝒㠣㜙䎶 䌝㴁㜙 㩘㵉㽌䌝 䗦㜙䜫 䚆㵉㰴㽌—㴁㜙 㽌䍊㵉㩘㩘㜙䚆 㴁㭃㽌 䗦㝒䎶㜙㴁㜙㵉䚆 䎶㜙㜸䎶㜙䌝䗦㻠䍊䍊㰴䔌 䌝㴁㭃䈴㭰㭃䈴㜸 㴁㜙 㜸㝒䌝 䌝㝒㝒 䭄㵉㻠㜸㴁䌝 㻠㩘 㭃䈴 㜸㝒㝒䚆 䭄㝒䣃㩘㵉䈴㰴 䌝㝒 䎶㜙䣃㜙䣃㶙㜙䎶 㶙㻠㽌㭃䈴㜙㽌㽌㛽
㜙㻠䎶䈴㜙䌝㠣
䗦㝒
䍊㜸䎶㭃
䍊䚆㜙䭄䚆㝒㽌
䎶㝒䚆䔌㝒
㰴㶙
䈴㭃
䈴㝒㻠㩘
䌝㝒
䈴㩘䍊㜙䈴㵉䚆
䌝㴁㜙
㛽䈴䚆㵉㵉䚆䍊䍊㰴
㜙䈴㶙㭃㜸
㜙㜙㽌䈴䭄
㵉䌝
㻠䌝㶙䔌
㕿㭃㜙
䣃䌝㶙㽌䚆㻠䍊㜙
䧤㜙
䔰㜙
㝒䗦
䭄㵉㴁㜙㽌䎶
㜙㴁䌝
䌝㝒㻠
㰴㝒䈴㜸㻠
㜙䌝㴁
䩻㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊’㽌 㵉䎶䣃 㴁㵉䚆 㵉 䎶㜙䚆 䣃㵉䎶㭰 䗦䎶㝒䣃 㶙㜙㭃䈴㜸 㩘㭃䈴䭄㴁㜙䚆䔌 㵉䈴䚆 㴁㜙䎶 㜙㰴㜙㽌 䜫㜙䎶㜙 䎶㜙䚆㛽 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䭄㝒㻠䍊䚆䈴’䌝 㽌䌝㵉䈴䚆 㭃䌝䔌 䭄㝒㻠㜸㴁㜙䚆 䍊㭃㜸㴁䌝䍊㰴 㵉 䭄㝒㻠㩘䍊㜙 㝒䗦 䌝㭃䣃㜙㽌 㵉㽌 㴁㜙 䜫㵉䍊㭰㜙䚆 㝒㠣㜙䎶䔌 䭄㵉㻠㽌㭃䈴㜸 䌝㴁㜙 㩘䎶㝒㩘䎶㭃㜙䌝䎶㜙㽌㽌 㛟㻠㝒 㞩㭃㰴㻠 䌝㝒 䎶㜙㵉䍊㭃㡑㜙 㭃䌝 䜫㵉㽌 䌝㭃䣃㜙 䌝㝒 䎶㜙㽌䌝䎶㵉㭃䈴 㵉 㶙㭃䌝䔌 㵉䈴䚆 㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶 㽌䭄㝒䍊䚆㭃䈴㜸 䌝㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㽌㝒䗦䌝䍊㰴 㵉 䭄㝒㻠㩘䍊㜙 䣃㝒䎶㜙 䌝㭃䣃㜙㽌䔌 㽌㴁㜙 㐲㻠㭃䭄㭰䍊㰴 䍊㜙䗦䌝㛽
䩻㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 䍊㝒䜫㜙䎶㜙䚆 㴁㜙䎶 㴁㜙㵉䚆䔌 㩘㭃䭄㭰㜙䚆 㻠㩘 䌝㴁㜙 䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸㽌 㝒䈴 䌝㴁㜙 㜸䎶㝒㻠䈴䚆䔌 䌝㴁㜙䈴 䌝㭃䣃㭃䚆䍊㰴 㜸䍊㵉䈴䭄㜙䚆 㵉䌝 㨋㝒 㨋㝒䔌 㵉䈴䚆 䌝㻠䎶䈴㜙䚆 㵉䜫㵉㰴—㽌㴁㜙 㝒䎶㭃㜸㭃䈴㵉䍊䍊㰴 䜫㵉䈴䌝㜙䚆 䌝㝒 㴁㵉䈴㜸 䭄䍊㝒䌝㴁㜙㽌䔌 㶙㻠䌝 㵉䭄䭄㭃䚆㜙䈴䌝㵉䍊䍊㰴 㭰䈴㝒䭄㭰㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙䣃 䌝㝒 䌝㴁㜙 㜸䎶㝒㻠䈴䚆䔌 䜫㴁㭃䭄㴁 㶙䎶㝒㻠㜸㴁䌝 㝒䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䎶㜙㩘䎶㭃䣃㵉䈴䚆㛽
㴁㭃䩻”㽌
㻠㝒䎶㰴
㝒㜙䌝㴁䔌䣃䎶
䌝㴁䣲䎶”㭃㜸
㭃㝒䍊㶙㜸㵉㭃㝒䍊䭄
㽌㩘㜙䔌䈴䎶㝒
䈴㝒䌝
㭃㽌
㒬㜙㴁㭃䈴䚆 䌝㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊䔌 㶙㜙㴁㭃䈴䚆 㨋㝒 㨋㝒䔌 㵉 㠣㝒㭃䭄㜙 㽌㻠䚆䚆㜙䈴䍊㰴 㽌㝒㻠䈴䚆㜙䚆 —䌝㴁㭃㽌 䣃㵉䚆㜙 䌝㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㜙㠣㜙䈴 䌝䎶㜙䣃㶙䍊㜙 㽌䍊㭃㜸㴁䌝䍊㰴䔌 㶙㻠䌝 㽌㴁㜙 㽌䌝㝒㩘㩘㜙䚆㛽
䩡㜙㜙㭃䈴㜸 䌝㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㽌䌝㝒㩘䔌 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䜫㵉䍊㭰㜙䚆 㻠㩘—㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴’㽌 䗦㵉䭄㜙 䜫㵉㽌 㽌㝒䣃㜙䜫㴁㵉䌝 㩘㵉䍊㜙㛽
㝒䈴䌝
㵉䖴㴁䌝”
㝒䜫㴁
䍊㜙䌝䍊㭃䌝
㜸䎶䍊㭃
㰴䣃
㴁㜙䩻
㻠䚆䭄䍊㝒
㜙䎶㵉
㻠㝒㰴
䎶㵉䍊㜙
㽌㜙㴁
㜙㶙
㵉㭃㰴䈴㽌㜸䔌
䣃㝒䎶”䌝㴁…㜙
㜙䚆㛽㵉㴁
㭰㽌㴁㝒㝒
䎶㴁㜙
㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌㻠䚆䚆㜙䈴䍊㰴 䍊㭃㜸㴁䌝䈴㭃䈴㜸㟷䗦㵉㽌䌝 䎶㜙㵉䭄㴁㜙䚆 㝒㻠䌝 䌝㝒 㜸䎶㵉㶙 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴’㽌 䜫䎶㭃㽌䌝… 䧤㜙 㜸䎶㵉㶙㶙㜙䚆 㽌㝒 㴁㵉䎶䚆 㽌㴁㜙 䜫㵉㽌 㭃䈴 㩘㵉㭃䈴䔌 㝒䈴䍊㰴 䌝㝒 㴁㜙㵉䎶 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌㵉㰴 㭃䈴 㵉 䍊㝒䜫 㠣㝒㭃䭄㜙䀙 “㙃㝒 㰴㝒㻠 㶙㜙䍊㭃㜙㠣㜙 䣃㜙䔌 䑯 䭄㵉䈴 㭃䣃䣃㜙䚆㭃㵉䌝㜙䍊㰴 䣃㵉㭰㜙 㰴㝒㻠 㽌㴁㝒䜫 㰴㝒㻠䎶 䌝䎶㻠㜙 䗦㝒䎶䣃䣲 䑯 䜫㵉䈴䌝 䌝㝒 㽌㜙㜙䔌 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䈴㝒䌝 㠣㜙䎶㰴 㜸㝒㝒䚆 䗦㵉䭄㜙 㝒䗦 㵉䈴 㝒䎶䚆㭃䈴㵉䎶㰴 㩘㜙䎶㽌㝒䈴䔌 㴁㝒䜫 䚆㭃䚆 㭃䌝 㜸㭃㠣㜙 㶙㭃䎶䌝㴁 䌝㝒 㵉 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶㛽”
䧤㭃㽌 㜙㰴㜙㽌 䗦䍊㵉㽌㴁㜙䚆 䜫㭃䌝㴁 㜸㝒䍊䚆㜙䈴 䍊㭃㜸㴁䌝䔌 㴁㭃㽌 㜙䢰㩘䎶㜙㽌㽌㭃㝒䈴 㽌㝒䍊㜙䣃䈴䔌 䍊㭃㭰㜙 㵉 㙃㴁㵉䎶䣃㵉 䑯䣃㵉㜸㜙㛽
㝒䜫㭰䈴
㵉䌝䈴䍊㜸㭃㭰
䑯…”
䈴㵉䚆
㭃䌝㜙䌝䍊䍊
䑯
䭄㵉䈴㭃㛽䚆㭰㩘㜙
㶙㝒䌝㴁
㝒䗦
㜙”㠫䣃
㻠㵉㶙㝒䌝䔌
㜙䗦㻠䎶䗦㵉䍊
㜸㝒
㜙䍊䔌䌝
㴁㵉䌝䜫
䈴’㝒䌝䚆
㭃㜸䎶䍊
㴁㜙䩻
䌝䍊㜙
㽌㵉䜫
㰴㻠’㝒㜙䎶
“䩡䌝㭃䍊䍊 䚆㝒䈴’䌝 㵉䚆䣃㭃䌝䣲 䩻㴁㜙䈴 䚆㝒䈴’䌝 㶙䍊㵉䣃㜙 䣃㜙㛽” 㨋㝒 㨋㝒’㽌 䗦㵉䭄㜙 䎶㜙䣃㵉㭃䈴㜙䚆 䭄㵉䍊䣃䔌 㴁㭃㽌 㠣㝒㭃䭄㜙 㭃䭄㰴… 㞩䍊䌝㴁㝒㻠㜸㴁 㴁㜙’䚆 㝒䈴䍊㰴 䁠㻠㽌䌝 䚆㜙㽌䭄㜙䈴䚆㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒㻠䈴䌝㵉㭃䈴䔌 㴁㜙 㴁㵉䚆 㵉䍊䎶㜙㵉䚆㰴 㽌䍊㵉㽌㴁㜙䚆 㵉 䗦㜙䜫 䣃㵉䈴㟷㜙㵉䌝㭃䈴㜸 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶㽌 㝒䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䜫㵉㰴 㵉䈴䚆 䚆㜙㵉䍊䌝 䜫㭃䌝㴁 㽌㝒䣃㜙 㠣㭃䭄㭃㝒㻠㽌 㜸㴁㝒㽌䌝㽌䔌 㴁㭃㽌 㶙㝒䚆㰴 䜫㵉㽌 㽌㝒䣃㜙䜫㴁㵉䌝 䌝㵉㭃䈴䌝㜙䚆 䜫㭃䌝㴁 㜙㠣㭃䍊 㜙䈴㜙䎶㜸㰴㛽
“㫱㝒…” 㗭㜙䎶㴁㵉㩘㽌 㝒㻠䌝 㝒䗦 䗦㜙㵉䎶䔌 䌝㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㽌㴁㭃㠣㜙䎶㜙䚆䔌 “㙃㝒䈴’䌝… 䑯’䣃䔌 䑯’䣃 䈴㝒䌝 䚆㜙䍊㭃㶙㜙䎶㵉䌝㜙䍊㰴 䚆㜙䭄㜙㭃㠣㭃䈴㜸 㰴㝒㻠㛽 䑯 䁠㻠㽌䌝… 䁠㻠㽌䌝 䚆㝒䈴’䌝 㭰䈴㝒䜫 㴁㝒䜫 䌝㝒 㽌㵉㰴…”
㽌㭃
㴁㜙䈴”䩻
䚆䍊㻠䚆㽌㰴㜙䈴
㠣㛟
㵉㜙㽌㻠䭄㜙㒬
㜙㶙
㜙㵉㭰㽌”㩘㛽
䣃㰴
㭃䌝’㽌
㝒㨋
䌝㒬”㻠
㽌㶙㜙䌝
㝒㜙䚆䈴䣃
㜙䚆䍊㜙㜙㵉䎶㽌
㭃㽌䌝䔌䜫䎶
㨋㝒
䌝㝒
㝒㶙䁠
㜙㛽䌝㽌㝒㴁䈴
㰴䔰㻠䈴㽌’㭃
䈴㭃䌝㜸䈴㻠㴁”㛽
“㫱㝒䌝… 䈴㝒䌝 㴁㜙䎶㜙㛽” 䩻㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㽌㻠䚆䚆㜙䈴䍊㰴 䎶㵉㭃㽌㜙䚆 㴁㜙䎶 㴁㜙㵉䚆 㵉䈴䚆 㜸䍊㵉䈴䭄㜙䚆 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㜙 㵉䌝䌝㭃䭄 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 㴁㝒㻠㽌㜙 㶙㜙㴁㭃䈴䚆 㴁㜙䎶䔌 “㕿㝒䍊䍊㝒䜫 䣃㜙㛽”
…
䜫䈴㭰㝒
䎶䍊䔌㜙㵉㻠䭄䈴
䗦䈴㝒䎶䌝
䚆㻠㜙㩘㽌㴁
㭰䣃䈴㭃㵉㜸
㵉䣃䈴
㭰㵉㽌
䚆㝒㜙䍊䵙䈴
䵙㝒㠫㠫”
䌝䔌㭃
㜙䎶䔌㴁
䣃㜙㠫㠫
䎶㝒㜙㶙㜙䗦
䚆㵉㽌㜙㭃
㴁䎶㜙
㴁䌝㰴䈴㜸㭃㠫㵉䈴㠫
㽌㩘䭄㜙㜙㴁
㵉䈴䣃㙃
䚆䌝㝒䈴’
㭰㝒䔌䈴䜫
䈴䎶㝒㜙㴁䌝㵉
㝒䣃䭄㽌㜙
㴁㭃㰴㻠䍊䎶䚆㜙䎶
㝒䈴㜙
㜸䜫䈴䍊㭃䈴㭃㭰䚆㟷㜙㵉
䑯
䌝䌝㜙㴁㜙
㞩䈴䌝㻠
䌝㜙㴁
㴁䎶㜙
䍊㜙㕿䎶䜫㝒
㰴㝒㻠㜸䈴
䑯
㝒䔌䵙”
‘㙃㝒䌝䈴
㽌䜫㝒䣃㴁䌝㜙㵉
䌝㝒䚆’䈴
㜸䔌㝒
㜸㽌㭃㵉䈴㭰㠫
䩻㴁㭃㽌 䜫㵉㽌 㵉䍊䎶㜙㵉䚆㰴 䌝㴁㜙 䌝㴁㭃䎶䚆 㝒䈴㜙䔌 䎶㭃㜸㴁䌝䣲
䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 䍊㝒㝒㭰㜙䚆 䌝㴁㝒㻠㜸㴁䌝䗦㻠䍊䍊㰴 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㜙 䗦㵉䭄㜙 㝒䗦 㞩㻠䈴䌝 䵙㝒䍊䚆㜙䈴 㕿䍊㝒䜫㜙䎶 㭃䈴 䗦䎶㝒䈴䌝 㝒䗦 㴁㭃䣃䔌 䌝㴁㜙䈴 䗦㝒䎶䣃㜙䚆 㵉 㨋㵉㜸㭃䭄 㕿㝒䎶䣃㻠䍊㵉 䜫㭃䌝㴁 㴁㭃㽌 䗦㭃䈴㜸㜙䎶㽌 㶙㜙㴁㭃䈴䚆 㴁㭃䣃䔌 㵉䈴䚆 㽌䈴㝒䎶䌝㜙䚆 䭄㝒䍊䚆䍊㰴㛽
䜫㽌㵉
䚆㜙㵉㡑䚆
㜙㴁䎶
㰴㶙
䜫㜙䍊㝒䎶㕿
䣃䍊䎶㜙㭃㰴㝒㵉䈴䣃䌝
㵉䈴㭃㰴䌝䌝㽌㛽䈴䍊
㴁䌝㜙
䔌㶙㜙㭰䎶㻠㜙
䍊䈴㜸㝒㽌㭃
䵙㝒䈴㜙䚆䍊
䌝㞩㻠䈴
䚆䣃㭃䈴
䢑䈴䍊㰴 䌝㝒 㴁㜙㵉䎶 䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 㵉㽌㭰 㽌㝒䗦䌝䍊㰴䀙 “䢑䍊䚆 䍊㵉䚆㰴䔌 䁠㻠㽌䌝 䌝㜙䍊䍊 䣃㜙 䜫㴁㵉䌝 㰴㝒㻠 㭰䈴㝒䜫 㵉㶙㝒㻠䌝 㶙㵉䭄㭰 䌝㴁㜙䈴䔌 䑯 䜫㝒䈴’䌝 㴁㵉䎶䣃 㰴㝒㻠㛽”
䩻㴁㜙 㝒䍊䚆 䍊㵉䚆㰴 㶙㜙䗦㝒䎶㜙 㴁㭃䣃 㽌䍊㝒䜫䍊㰴 㽌䌝㵉䎶䌝㜙䚆 䌝㝒 䎶㜙䭄㝒㻠䈴䌝 䌝㴁㜙 䗦㝒䎶㶙㭃䚆䚆㜙䈴 㩘㵉㽌䌝 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㜙 䗦㭃㽌㴁 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙…
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㒬㜙㴁㭃䈴䚆 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒䌝㜙䍊 㴁㵉䍊䗦䜫㵉㰴 㻠㩘 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒㻠䈴䌝㵉㭃䈴䔌 䌝㴁㜙䎶㜙’㽌 㵉 㽌䣃㵉䍊䍊 䜫㝒㝒䚆㜙䈴 㴁㝒㻠㽌㜙 㻠㽌㜙䚆 䗦㝒䎶 㽌䌝㵉䭄㭰㭃䈴㜸 㽌㻠䈴䚆䎶㭃㜙㽌 㵉䈴䚆 䗦㭃䎶㜙䜫㝒㝒䚆㛽 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴 㶙䎶㝒㻠㜸㴁䌝 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䌝㝒 䌝㴁㭃㽌 㩘䍊㵉䭄㜙䔌 䌝㴁㜙䈴 䎶㝒䍊䍊㜙䚆 㻠㩘 㴁㜙䎶 㽌䍊㜙㜙㠣㜙 䚆㭃䎶㜙䭄䌝䍊㰴 䌝㝒 㴁㜙䎶 㜙䍊㶙㝒䜫䔌 䎶㜙㠣㜙㵉䍊㭃䈴㜸 㽌㝒䣃㜙 䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸㽌 䌝㴁㵉䌝 䜫㜙䎶㜙 䚆㭃䗦䗦㜙䎶㜙䈴䌝 䗦䎶㝒䣃 䈴㝒䎶䣃㵉䍊 㩘㜙㝒㩘䍊㜙㛽
䩡䭄㵉䍊㜙㽌㛽
㞩㜙䎶㻠㡑
㜙䈴䎶㜙㜸
㭃䈴
㽌㵉䣃䍊䍊
㵉
䈴㝒䌝
㵉㜙㵉䎶㛽
䌝㽌㻠䁠
䣃㰴䔌䈴㵉
䭄㽌㽌㜙㵉…䍊
䩻㴁㜙㰴 䚆㭃䚆䈴’䌝 㜙㠣㜙䈴 㽌㜙㜙䣃 㻠㜸䍊㰴䔌 䍊㭃㭰㜙 䚆㜙䭄㝒䎶㵉䌝㭃㝒䈴㽌 䚆㝒䌝䌝㭃䈴㜸 㴁㜙䎶 䗦㵉㭃䎶 㵉䎶䣃㛽
“䑯… 䑯 䚆㝒䈴’䌝 㜙㠣㜙䈴 㭰䈴㝒䜫 䜫㴁㵉䌝’㽌 䜫䎶㝒䈴㜸 䜫㭃䌝㴁 䣃㜙㛽” 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴 㽌㝒㶙㶙㜙䚆䀙 “䑯䈴㭃䌝㭃㵉䍊䍊㰴 䑯 䜫㵉㽌 㵉䍊㽌㝒 㠣㜙䎶㰴 㽌䭄㵉䎶㜙䚆䔌 㵉䗦䎶㵉㭃䚆 㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶㽌 䣃㭃㜸㴁䌝 䗦㭃䈴䚆 㝒㻠䌝㛽㛽㛽 㨋㰴 䭄㻠䎶䎶㜙䈴䌝 䣃㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶 䎶㜙㵉䍊䍊㰴 㭃㽌䈴’䌝 䣃㰴 㶙㭃㝒䍊㝒㜸㭃䭄㵉䍊 㝒䈴㜙䔌 㽌㴁㜙’㽌 䌝㴁㜙 㝒䈴㜙 䣃㰴 䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶 㶙䎶㝒㻠㜸㴁䌝 䍊㵉䌝㜙䎶㛽”
䎶㽌”䈴䣲㝒䣃䌝㜙
㽌㭃
䜫㝒䚆㛽㜙䎶䗦䈴
㴁䌝㜙
“䩡㝒䔌
㝒㰴㻠䎶
䌝䗦㜙㵉㴁䎶
㝒㨋
㨋㝒
䩻㴁㜙䎶㜙 㵉䎶㜙 䣃㵉䈴㰴 㭃㽌㽌㻠㜙㽌 䜫㭃䌝㴁 䌝㴁㜙 㻠䈴㭃㝒䈴 㶙㜙䌝䜫㜙㜙䈴 㴁㻠䣃㵉䈴㽌 㵉䈴䚆 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶㽌… 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䎶㜙㵉䍊㭃㡑㜙䚆 㴁㜙 㴁㵉䚆䈴’䌝 㰴㜙䌝 䣃㜙䌝 䌝㴁㜙 㝒䜫䈴㜙䎶 㝒䗦 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䣃㝒䌝㜙䍊䔌 䌝㴁㵉䌝 㭃㽌 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴’㽌 䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶䔌 㛟㠣 䧤㵉㭃㛽
“䑯… 䑯 䚆㝒䈴’䌝 㭰䈴㝒䜫㛽” 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴 㽌㴁㝒㝒㭰 㴁㜙䎶 㴁㜙㵉䚆㛽
㜙䣃
㵉
㝒䎶䗦
㝒㩘䎶䚆
䣃㭃䚆䔌䈴
㝒㨋
㴁䌝㜙䈴
㝒䗦
䍊㝒䚆㶙㝒
䌝㻠㴁㜸㝒㴁䌝
䍊㝒㭰”㛽㝒
‘䚆䌝䈴㝒
㴁䍊㜙䔌㭃䜫
㰴䚆㽌㻠㜙䈴䚆䍊
㵉
㨋㝒
㰴㝒䎶㻠
䭄㵉䈴
㰴㝒㻠
㠣㭃㜙㜸
㜙䌝㵉㭰
䗦䑯”
䑯
㽌㝒
䀙㽌㭃䚆㵉
䍖䈴䚆㜙䎶 㨋㝒 㨋㝒’㽌 㽌㜙䎶㭃㝒㻠㽌 㜸㵉㡑㜙䔌 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴 㴁㵉䚆 䈴㝒 䭄㴁㝒㭃䭄㜙 㶙㻠䌝 䌝㝒 䗦㭃䈴䚆 㵉 䜫㝒㝒䚆㜙䈴 㽌㩘䍊㭃䈴䌝㜙䎶䔌 㩘㭃㜙䎶䭄㜙 㴁㜙䎶 䗦㭃䈴㜸㜙䎶 㵉䈴䚆 䚆䎶㝒㩘 㵉 䚆䎶㝒㩘 㝒䗦 㶙䍊㝒㝒䚆㛽
䖴㴁㜙䎶㜙 䌝㴁㜙 㶙䍊㝒㝒䚆 䗦㜙䍊䍊䔌 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㴁㵉䚆 㩘㻠䍊䍊㜙䚆 㝒㻠䌝 㵉 䩻㵉䍊㭃㽌䣃㵉䈴㛽 䩻㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 䚆㭃䚆䈴’䌝 㭰䈴㝒䜫 䜫㴁㵉䌝 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䜫㵉㽌 䭄㴁㵉䈴䌝㭃䈴㜸 䈴㜙䢰䌝䔌 㶙㻠䌝 㽌㻠䚆䚆㜙䈴䍊㰴 䌝㴁㜙 䩻㵉䍊㭃㽌䣃㵉䈴 㶙䎶㭃㜸㴁䌝㜙䈴㜙䚆䔌 㐲㻠㭃䌝㜙 䣃㰴㽌䌝㭃䭄㵉䍊㛽
㰴㻠㝒
㵉
㭃㙃㜙㜙㝒㛽䣃䣃㟷㙃”䈴
㵉䎶㜙
䣃…䣃”䧤
㞩䗦䌝㜙䎶 㵉 䜫㴁㭃䍊㜙䔌 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䎶㜙䌝䎶㵉䭄䌝㜙䚆 䌝㴁㜙 䩻㵉䍊㭃㽌䣃㵉䈴䔌 㵉䈴䚆 䌝㴁㜙䈴 㽌䌝㵉䎶㜙䚆 㵉䌝 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴䀙 “䔰㝒㻠 㵉䎶㜙 㵉 㙃㜙䣃㭃㟷㙃㜙䣃㝒䈴䔌 䌝㴁㜙 㶙䍊㝒㝒䚆䍊㭃䈴㜙 䣃㭃㜸㴁䌝 㶙㜙 䗦䎶㝒䣃 㰴㝒㻠䎶 䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶䔌 㝒䎶 㭃䌝 䭄㝒㻠䍊䚆 㶙㜙 䗦䎶㝒䣃 㰴㝒㻠䎶 㶙㭃㝒䍊㝒㜸㭃䭄㵉䍊 䣃㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶… 䖴㴁㜙䎶㜙 㭃㽌 㰴㝒㻠䎶 䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶䔌 㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶 㽌㜙㜙㭃䈴㜸 㴁㭃䣃 䑯 㽌㴁㝒㻠䍊䚆 㶙㜙 㵉㶙䍊㜙 䌝㝒 䌝㜙䍊䍊㛽”
“䧤㜙 䚆䎶㵉䈴㭰 䌝㝒㝒 䣃㻠䭄㴁 㵉 䗦㜙䜫 䚆㵉㰴㽌 㵉㜸㝒䔌 㴁㵉䚆 㵉 㽌䌝㝒䣃㵉䭄㴁㵉䭄㴁㜙䔌 㵉䈴䚆 㭃㽌 䈴㝒䜫 䎶㜙㽌䌝㭃䈴㜸 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㜙 㠣㭃䍊䍊㵉㜸㜙 䭄䍊㭃䈴㭃䭄䔌 㴁㵉㽌䈴’䌝 䎶㜙䌝㻠䎶䈴㜙䚆 䗦㝒䎶 㽌㜙㠣㜙䎶㵉䍊 䚆㵉㰴㽌㛽” 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴 㜸䍊㵉䈴䭄㜙䚆 㵉䌝 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌㻠䚆䚆㜙䈴䍊㰴 䈴㜙䎶㠣㝒㻠㽌䀙 “䔰㝒㻠… 䜫㴁㵉䌝 䚆㝒 㰴㝒㻠 䜫㵉䈴䌝 䌝㝒 䚆㝒䣲”
䈴㽌㽌㜙㝒䎶䌝䣃
㴁䈴㵉䚆
䚆㜙㵉䍊
㝒㨋
㵉㽌䍊䔌䜫
㜙䔌㝒㨋㠣㝒㜙䎶䎶
㵉䍊㰴㵉䎶㜙䚆
㜸㜙䣃㜙䈴䎶㜙䌝…㵉
㨋㝒
㰴䀾”㜙㠣䎶
䜫䈴㝒’䌝
㠣㜙㵉䚆䜫
䈴䌝㝒’䚆
㜙㰴㠣㜙䎶
㴁䌝㻠䎶
䑯
㭃㽌䌝
㽌㵉㴁
“䣃㛽㜙
㰴䍊䣃㵉㭃䗦
㜙䍊㝒䔌㩘㩘㜙
㶙㜙㠣㴁㛽㵉㜙
㵉䈴
㽌㵉䀙㭃䚆
㽌㴁㵉
䜫䌝㴁㭃
㭃㴁㽌
䜫㝒㴁
䗦㭃
㙃㝒’䌝䈴
䑯
䍊㜙㻠䎶㽌㛽
㵉䈴䚆
䎶’䌝㴁㽌㜙㜙
㵉㜙䣃㶙䍊
㰴䜫䔌䎶㝒䎶
䈴䭄䌝㝒㻠㰴䎶
䎶㝒䔌䧤㠣䜫㜙㜙
䌝㭃㽌
㝒䚆㜙㭃㠣㽌䎶䭄
䈴䌝㜙㴁
㰴’㜙㻠㠣㝒
㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴 䎶㜙䌝䎶㜙㵉䌝㜙䚆 䌝䜫㝒 㽌䌝㜙㩘㽌 㭃䈴 䗦㜙㵉䎶㛽
㨋㝒 㨋㝒 䌝㴁㜙䈴 㽌㴁䎶㻠㜸㜸㜙䚆 㵉䈴䚆 㽌㵉㭃䚆䀙 “䥲㜙䍊㵉䢰䔌 䜫㝒䎶㭰㭃䈴㜸 㴁㵉䎶䚆 䌝㝒 䣃㵉㭰㜙 䣃㝒䈴㜙㰴 䌝㝒 㽌㻠㩘㩘㝒䎶䌝 䌝㴁㜙 䗦㵉䣃㭃䍊㰴䔌 㜙㠣㜙䈴 䍊㭃㠣㭃䈴㜸 㩘㝒㝒䎶䍊㰴 㭃䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䭄㭃䌝㰴䔌 䑯’㠣㜙 㵉䍊㽌㝒 㽌㜙㜙䈴 㽌㻠䭄㴁 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶㽌㛽 䑯’䍊䍊 㽌㵉㰴 㵉㜸㵉㭃䈴䔌 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶㽌 䜫㴁㝒 㶙㜙㴁㵉㠣㜙䔌 䑯 䜫㝒䈴’䌝 䚆㜙㵉䍊 䜫㭃䌝㴁㛽 㒬㜙㽌㭃䚆㜙㽌䔌 䑯 㴁㵉㠣㜙䈴’䌝 䗦㵉䍊䍊㜙䈴 䌝㝒 䌝㴁㜙 㩘㝒㭃䈴䌝 㝒䗦 䈴㜙㜙䚆㭃䈴㜸 䌝㝒 䜫㭃㩘㜙 㝒㻠䌝 㵉 䈴㝒䈴㟷䌝㴁䎶㜙㵉䌝㜙䈴㭃䈴㜸 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶 䍊㭃㭰㜙 㰴㝒㻠 䌝㝒 㩘䎶㝒㠣㜙 䣃㰴㽌㜙䍊䗦㛽”
䥲”㜙…
䍊䍊䣲䎶”㵉㜙㰴
“㞩䗦䌝㜙䎶 䑯 䣃㜙㜙䌝 㰴㝒㻠䎶 䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶䔌 䑯’䍊䍊 䌝㜙䍊䍊 㰴㝒㻠 㭃䗦 㭃䌝’㽌 䌝䎶㻠㜙 㝒䎶 䗦㵉䍊㽌㜙㛽” 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌㴁㝒㝒㭰 㴁㭃㽌 㴁㜙㵉䚆 㵉㜸㵉㭃䈴䔌 “㗭㜙䎶㴁㵉㩘㽌 㰴㝒㻠䎶 䣃㝒䈴㽌䌝㜙䎶 㶙䍊㝒㝒䚆䍊㭃䈴㜙 䭄㵉䣃㜙 䗦䎶㝒䣃 㰴㝒㻠䎶 㶙㭃㝒䍊㝒㜸㭃䭄㵉䍊 䣃㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶䣲 䩻㴁㜙䈴 䣃㵉㰴㶙㜙䔌 㰴㝒㻠䎶 䗦㵉䌝㴁㜙䎶 㭃㽌 㽌䌝㭃䍊䍊 㵉 㠣㭃䭄䌝㭃䣃㛽”
䩻㴁㜙 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㽌㵉㭃䚆 䈴㝒䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸㛽
㽌㜙’㴁䚆
䍊㜸䚆䈴䭄㵉㜙
䌝㴁㝒㻠㴁㜸䌝
䎶㵉䚆㰴㜙䍊㵉
䎶㽌㜙䈴㝒㠣㭃䚆㜸䭄㭃
䣃䈴㵉㰴
㨋㝒
㵉㝒䎶䍊䈴䣃
㵉䌝
䈴䌝㽌䣲㭃㜸㴁
㰴㶙䚆㝒
㜙㴁䎶䔌
㜙㴁䎶
㝒㨋
㝒䣃䗦䎶
㰴䣃㵉䈴䔌
㜙…㴁㵉㩘㩘㽌䎶
㵉䜫㽌
㜙䗦䎶㵉䌝
㭃䗦䗦䚆䈴䎶㜙䌝㜙
㵉㻠㝒䌝㶙
㝒㩘㩘㜙䍊㜙䔌
“㕿㝒䎶 䈴㝒䜫䔌 䌝㴁㜙䎶㜙’㽌 䈴㝒䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸㛽” 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌䣃㭃䍊㜙䚆䀙 “㛟㜙䌝’㽌 㽌㵉㰴 䌝㴁㵉䌝 䑯 䜫㭃䍊䍊 㭰㜙㜙㩘 䌝㝒䚆㵉㰴’㽌 䣃㵉䌝䌝㜙䎶 䭄㝒䈴䗦㭃䚆㜙䈴䌝㭃㵉䍊 䗦㝒䎶 㰴㝒㻠 䌝㜙䣃㩘㝒䎶㵉䎶㭃䍊㰴㛽 㒬㻠䌝 䎶㜙䣃㜙䣃㶙㜙䎶 䌝㝒 䣃㭃䈴䚆 㰴㝒㻠䎶㽌㜙䍊䗦 䣃㝒䎶㜙 㭃䈴 㻠㽌㻠㵉䍊 䌝㭃䣃㜙㽌㛽”
“䣲”
䈴㜙㝒䣃䚆
㝒㻠㰴
㽌㜙䈴䚆㝒䣃㛽
㴁䖴㜙䈴
㻠㝒㰴
㶙䍊㜙䈴䚆㝒㝒䍊㭃
䈴㴁㵉䌝
䎶㵉㜙
㝒㨋
㻠㰴㝒
㒬㻠䌝
㽌㩘㽌㝒㜙㽌㽌
㵉䎶㜙䈴㭃䍊䈴䌝
䚆㜙’䈴㝒㽌䣃
䈴㜙㻠㵉䎶䔌䌝
㠣㵉㵉㜙㜸䎶㜙
㜙䌝㩘㽌䣃㝒䣃
㝒㰴䎶㻠
䔌㜙䗦䈴㝒䌝
㻠䁠㽌䌝
㵉
㝒㨋
䍊㝒㽌㜙
㝒䗦䎶
䍊㽌㭃䍊䌝
䎶䍊䈴㵉䣃㝒
㩘㝒㜙㽌㭰
㵉
䌝㝒
䎶㝒䈴㜙㽌㵉
䭄䈴䌝㵉’
㜙㝒䎶䣃
䌝㴁䈴㜙
䗦㝒䎶
㴁䔌䌝䌝㵉
㜙㽌㵉䎶㝒䈴
䍊㩘䣃㵉䢰㜙䔌㜙
㜙㭃䔌㙃䣃㝒㜙䣃㟷㙃䈴
㝒㰴㻠
㴁㜙㠣㵉
䈴㭃
㝒䌝䍊㝒䈴䎶…䭄
㜙㜙䌝㶙䌝䎶
䣃㽌㜙㭰㵉
㻠㭃䎶㝒䍊㰴㜙䀙㽌㽌
㻠”㞩㝒䍊㜸㴁㴁䌝
㰴㝒㻠䎶
䎶㜙㰴㩘䌝䌝
㛽㰴㻠㝒
㽌㻠㩘㽌㩘䎶㽌㜙
䣃㭃㜸䌝㴁
㜙㠣㝒䎶
㝒’䌝䚆䈴
㻠䌝㰴䍊䎶
㜙㜸䌝㽌
䣃㝒㜙㽌䚆㵉㰴
䎶㭃䔌㽌㜙㝒㜙䜫䌝㴁
㭃䌝
䎶…㴁㜙
䜫㴁䌝㵉
㽌㴁㜙
㰴䎶㝒㻠
㩘㜙㜙䔌䈴㩘䚆㵉㴁
㭃㵉㠣㝒䚆
㭃䗦
㶙䍊䣃㜙㵉
㴁㻠䭄䣃
㽌䌝㭃’
㰴㝒㻠
㭃䗦
䔌䚆㜙㩘䍊㜙䢰㝒
㛽䣃”㜙
䌝㻠㒬
㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴 䍊㝒䜫㜙䎶㜙䚆 㴁㜙䎶 㴁㜙㵉䚆䔌 㵉䗦䎶㵉㭃䚆 䌝㝒 㽌㩘㜙㵉㭰㛽
…
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䧤㵉䚆 㩘䍊㵉䈴䈴㜙䚆 䌝㝒 㜸㝒 䚆㝒䜫䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒㻠䈴䌝㵉㭃䈴 䌝㝒 䗦㭃䈴䚆 䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃䔌 㶙㻠䌝 䜫㵉㽌 䚆㜙䍊㵉㰴㜙䚆 㐲㻠㭃䌝㜙 㵉 䜫㴁㭃䍊㜙 䚆㻠㜙 䌝㝒 㛟㠣 䔰㭃㰴㻠䈴’㽌 䣃㵉䌝䌝㜙䎶—䜫㴁㜙䈴 㨋㝒 㨋㝒 㽌㩘㜙䈴䌝 㵉䈴 㵉䗦䌝㜙䎶䈴㝒㝒䈴 㽌㩘㜙㵉㭰㭃䈴㜸 䜫㭃䌝㴁 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䍊㭃䌝䌝䍊㜙 㜸㭃䎶䍊 㵉㶙㝒㻠䌝 䣃㵉䈴㰴 㝒㻠䌝㽌㭃䚆㜙 䎶㻠䍊㜙㽌㛽
㞩䌝 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䣃㝒䣃㜙䈴䌝䔌 䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 䎶㜙䌝㻠䎶䈴㜙䚆㛽
䔌䔰㜙
䑯
䈴䚆䎶㻠”㭰㛽
䎶㴁䎶㒬㝒䌝㜙”
䍊䍊㰴㜙㵉䎶
㽌䎶㝒䔌䎶㰴
䌝䢰㜙䭄㜙㩘
‘䚆䈴䚆㭃䌝
䌝㜙㜸
㝒㽌
䚆䑯’
“㛟㜙䌝’㽌 䈴㝒䌝 䌝㵉䍊㭰 㵉㶙㝒㻠䌝 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䗦㭃䎶㽌䌝㛽” 䔰㜙 㕿㜙㭃 㽌㵉㭃䚆 㵉䌝 䌝㴁㭃㽌 䣃㝒䣃㜙䈴䌝䀙 “㒬䎶㝒䌝㴁㜙䎶 㨋㝒䔌 䑯 䚆㭃㽌䭄㝒㠣㜙䎶㜙䚆 㽌㝒䣃㜙 䌝㴁㭃䈴㜸㽌 䌝㝒䚆㵉㰴 㜸㝒㭃䈴㜸 䚆㝒䜫䈴 䌝㴁㜙 䣃㝒㻠䈴䌝㵉㭃䈴䔌 㩘䍊㜙㵉㽌㜙 䌝㵉㭰㜙 㵉 䍊㝒㝒㭰㠫”
“䖴㴁㵉䌝䣲”
䔌㵉䗦㜸䍊
䔌䎶㻠㻠㝒㜩㭃㽌
㜙㭃㕿
䌝䗦㵉—䢰䎶㝒㶙㜙
㵉㽌䍊䍊䣃
㩘㜙㭃䭄㜙
㶙㭃㜸
㝒㶙䢰
㜙䜫䎶㜙
㽌㭃㜙㶙㜙㽌䚆
㴁㵉㜙䭄䚆䜫䌝
㵉
䭄㭃䎶㜙䍊㩘㵉㻠
㵉
䚆㩘㝒䔌㜙䈴㜙
㝒㻠䌝
䍊㵉㽌㝒
㝒䗦
䌝㴁䜫㭃㜙
㴁㜙
㭃䌝㴁䜫
䎶㜙䚆
㝒䈴䌝
㵉㭃䍊㽌㠣
㭃㜙㵉䭄䍊䣃䌝䍊
㻠㩘䍊䍊
㝒䈴䌝
㭃䈴㭃䚆㜙㽌
䍊㝒䚆
䔰㜙
㛽䍊㐲㭃㛽㭃㻠䚆㽌
䌝㜙㴁㜙䎶
䣃㰴㵉䈴
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