Chapter 1160: Chapter 1: Throne: Archimedes
Ah da da da da—!!
It’s dark, yet visible, clearly no air flowing but you can breathe, can’t feel the passage of time… this is a dimensional rift.
In a place filled with terrain resembling floating shattered islands, a nimble figure is swiftly moving atop one of these floating islands.
He has a unique name: Fish Ball Qiang.
The sound “ah da da da” clearly emanates from Fish Ball Qiang’s mouth.
He’s wielding nunchucks made from two bones of roughly the same length, wearing a white tank top, big shorts, and… flip-flops.
Behind Fish Ball Qiang are hundreds of bodies of Void Primordial Demons of varying sizes—of course, they are only Void Primordial Demons, without more advanced types. Even if there were, Fish Ball Qiang could only flee in his flip-flops.
“Can you stop making that weird noise?” Not far away, a youth who looked lazy and casual scratched himself and yawned while asking.
This is passion, you know nothing!
Nevertheless, Fish Ball Qiang tucked the nunchucks under his arm and approached the youth, humbly bowing his head: “Master Musashi.”
Because if he goes back now, not only can he loudly shout “I want to fight ten,” even fighting a hundred would be no problem—yet he still can’t beat Musashi.
Musashi just lies there not moving, not even defending, and Fish Ball Qiang couldn’t even break through his defense, there is even a possibility that Musashi could pierce his body with a plucked nose hair—that’s how hardcore it is!
Fish Ball Qiang doesn’t know how long he has been in this ghostly place, it feels like only days have passed, yet also like it’s been ages… he even begins to miss his fish ball noodle stall.
“Master Musashi, I think the Void Primordial Demons here are no longer my match, should we switch to a new map?” Fish Ball Qiang still humbly seeks advice.
He loves the feeling of being stronger—the most important is, from beginning to end, he hasn’t recharged, nor has he gone bald!
“Next…” Musashi yawned again.
But right then, a streak of light shoots through the Void, landing before Musashi’s eyes… the lazy Musashi’s gaze suddenly bees sharp, then looks at Fish Ball Qiang with a playful smile.
He stands up, “Next, I’ll take you to explore a new map, fight monsters and level up.”
“What map?” Fish Ball Qiang eagerly asks.
Musashi smiles, “Heaven.”
…
Just graduated from Novice Village, and about to challenge a suspected world-level cap nightmare dungeon, what to do?
Fish Ball Qiang trembles, hiding in a corner, fearing the limits.
He sees all sorts of characters, some are like shadows, unclear in appearance, some bring their own dark priest abilities, yet still unclear, some have Holy Light effects, so bright you can’t see through them, some have clear appearances yet you can’t remember what they look like, some more straightforward, you know they are there, but you can’t see or touch them.
Fish Ball Qiang only recognizes three.
The one who fought with Brother Xiaosheng and dropped a token, leading him to the dimensional rift—the instigator, a fat guy named Dong Zhuo.
Zang Jian from the Palace of Eternal Night, and the one who guided him, Master Musashi.
“Is it this lucky guy who picked up my token?”
Fearing the limits, Fish Ball Qiang now has to endure Dong Zhuo’s amused gaze—and the Void Primordial Demon leg snack in Dong Zhuo’s hand is also one of the reasons Fish Ball Qiang fears the limits… is he eating a Void Primordial Demon??
“Yes.” Musashi remains lazy, lazily chatting with Dong Zhuo, “Dimensional rift is truly an incredible place, this guy clearly exceeded the optimal age, his body stopped growing, even began to decline… yet now it starts growing again.”
“Oh?” Dong Zhuo rubs his chin, lifting Fish Ball Qiang like a little chicken, casually pinching and finally shaking his head, casually throwing him aside, “Too thin, but the super growth talent isn’t bad. Musashi, work him out, I’ll eat him another day.”
“Master Dong, this guy is somewhat considered half my disciple, is it appropriate?” Musashi still smiles.
Dong Zhuo shrugs, pulls out a new Elemental Demon leg from his pocket, sits on the ground and starts munching… Fish Ball Qiang breaks into a cold sweat.
But sweat appears to not exist in the rift, so he merely feels his soles grow cold.
“Master Musashi, what is super growth?” Fish Ball Qiang still overhears some things about himself from Dong Zhuo’s fragmentary words.
“Didn’t Zang Jian tell you?” Musashi asks curiously.
Fish Ball Qiang glances at Zang Jian, who is meditating, eyes closed, and shakes his head.
Musashi ponders for a while, “How should I say, the place you’re in is quite miraculous, anything you deem abnormal or unreasonable here must rationally be accepted. For example, you are nothing more than a useless middle-aged man, but in this rift, this condition changes, because you received the talent bestowed by the rift.”
“You mean… super growth?” Fish Ball Qiang’s eyes shine, the talent sounds great.
“More precisely, yours isn’t truly super growth, but rather a low-level category within super growth. But it doesn’t matter, this is merely the low-level manifestation of a talent seed. If you have the opportunity to evolve the talent in the future, you’ll gain special attributes, and others won’t easily perceive it.”
“So what does mine count as?”
“Probably… secondary development,” Musashi casually says, “just slightly increased your growth ceiling. By the way, Master Dong’s talent is also super growth, but it’s the best known super growth type so far, super extreme growth.”
“And what about your talent, Master Musashi?” Fish Ball Qiang asks once more with humility.
Musashi suddenly squints, “Here’s another thing, unless someone wants to publicize it themselves, probing other people’s talent here casually will get you eaten.”
Fish Ball Qiang… continues fearing the limits, obediently hiding behind Musashi and Zang Jian, silently observing the strong ones here.
He can’t count how many people are here.
The folks here all give him a feeling similar to Master Musashi or Zang Jian—a feeling that each sneeze could thrash him.
They form into small groups of twos and threes, or are alone, forming tiny teams but seem to divide into two large factions with a sense of river water not infringing on well water.
Fish Ball Qiang does not prehend their conversations… it’s a language he understands yet doesn’t grasp the meaning, as if the definition of language abandoned him.
Fish Ball Qiang could only cautiously continue to stay under the radar, carefully trying to remember the things he could — for example, there was a man dressed similar to Master Musashi next to the action, called Oda.
For instance, not far away, there was a particularly handsome, flirtatious man in a red robe whom everyone called Longyang.
There was also an extraordinarily beautiful woman — so beautiful that it was unbelievable, just one glance made you feel enchanted: Daji.
Dong Zhuo… Daji?
Emmmm…
Fish Ball Qiang continued to fearfully limit himself, not daring to take a deep breath.
Then, someone new arrived at this place, a foreign old man with a head full of white hair, and trailing behind him was a man who seemed hard to mess with.
Dong Zhuo seemed interested, chewing on a Elemental Demon’s leg, his mountainous body undulating as he moved over to greet them.
…
“So, this is the newer you’re guiding, Albert.”
The elderly man with white hair in front needed to look up to see the gigantic face of Dong Zhuo. The old man’s etiquette was great, at least much better than Dong Zhuo’s, “Long time no see, Master Dong. This is Luo Bo.”
The young man behind Albert had sharp eyes, sizing up Dong Zhuo like a wolf lurking in the bushes.
“He’s really a lively little fellow, I like him.” Dong Zhuo laughed heartily.
Albert smiled and said, “Master Dong’s appreciation is a validation of my work… It’s heard that the newers guided by Master Dong are quite remarkable, upon their initial arrival, they gained the favor of Lord Qichadi Qiansha between the Thrones and stayed by their side.”
“That’s why I’ve been so idle lately, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.” Dong Zhuo had, unknowingly, finished the second Elemental Demon leg.
“Alright, Albert, I’ve yet to greet others.”
The mountainous body continued moving.
“Who is this guy?” Luo Bo frowned.
Since the failed assassination of the Royal Princess Xuanyuan, saving by Albert, he has been involved in some terrifying experiment with the old man… it’s a terrifying quantum collision experiment.
He survived this experiment and gained power far surpassing what he had before — yet facing Albert, he still felt a sense of powerlessness — essentially, everyone here was similar to Albert in various forms.
He was once one of the fighters of Michael Club, and to a certain extent, among the most powerful on the mainland. There were indeed those stronger than him, but not too many.
For instance, the twenty-six seats of the club, the invincible Godly Land true dragon, or the Royal Princess Xuanyuan who could retaliate easily even when ambushed.
But intuition told him, everyone here exceeded in terror from those he knew — the power was either consistent or far surpassed, Luo Bo didn’t have an accurate measure, but one thing was certain, it was definitely more frightening.
And… so many!
“Master Dong became a Transcendent long before me.” Albert smiled slightly, “There is typically no concept of time inside the dimensional crevice, but if placed in the individual main realities, Master Dong became a Transcendent nearly two thousand years earlier. Although there’s no clear hierarchy among Transcendents, as a guide of newers, Master Dong is a governing figure of this group… of course, it’s just work-related governance. We’re basically quite free, except when significant issues occur, that’s when we need to gather.”
“Like now?” Luo Bo’s face became solemn.
Upon arrival, he already learned some things from Albert… some matters that he once didn’t dare to think about, nor had he thought about.
“Listen, there exists no formally defined relationship of hierarchy among Transcendents, most of us are equal. But the Thrones, where Thrones reside, known as between the Thrones, they are the founders of the Transcendents, deserving our respect.”
In the midst of speaking, Albert’s demeanor turned solemn… not only Albert as his guide, but the Transcendents with formidable strength around him unconsciously stopped their faint conversations.
In an instant, Luo Bo prehended… what could silence these powerful Transcendents who exceeded the limits of worldly expectations without a sound, was only the higher Thrones.
Luo Bo instinctively took a deep breath — though breathing wasn’t necessary here.
“It’s pleasing to see so many have arrived.”
The voice arose directly from the mind.
It was a white shadow whose form was indistinct… or rather, it had a form, a simple graphic of a mouth and eyes as concepts.
But the terror that suppressed all Transcendent aura in an instant struck Luo Bo’s soul deeply… he suddenly understood the horror of the Thrones, power so great that just hearing the voice made the soul tremble — even if he now far surpassed his former self.
“We greet Archimedes Throne.”
Voices in unison.
Luo Bo took another deep breath, upon hearing this Throne’s name, once again he felt a sense of wonder… this is the second Throne name he heard, while clearly the first Throne was mentioned in Albert and Master Dong’s earlier conversation, ‘Qichadi Qiansha.’
Transcendents have no explicit up-and-down hierarchy, they are essentially free, the call from the Thrones can be declined — like this time, the Archimedes Throne’s call did not gather all Transcendents.
Some still remained in their own realms, engaging in personal pursuits, others might yet be wandering in dimensional crevices somewhere… others, might be in other main realities, perhaps sitting on an outdoor terrace, leisurely sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.
Yet others still on the path of uncovering newers, such as Wolfgang who is currently challenging abyss difficulty in newer excavation.
Those uninterested will remain uninterested.
“I believe those of you who have e, understand what we need to do this time.” The Throne’s voice echoed once more within the thoughts of the Transcendents, “If Noah is trapped in heaven. He is the only one capable of controlling the Ark, we need to liberate him from heaven.”
To put it straightforwardly, it’s basically a clash between Transcendents and heaven.
“Everyone, if there are questions, you can raise them now, I will answer them.”
The Transcendents remained silent… just then, a dark-skinned man beside Daji slowly walked out, “Throne, I came across something during the capture of Elemental Demons that needs to be shared with everyone.”
“Oh? Solomon, please share what you know with everyone.” The Throne’s voice spoke once more.
The dark-skinned man… known as Solomon, spoke seriously at this moment, “During the capture of Elemental Demons, Daji and I seemingly discovered traces of ‘Abyssal Asura.'”
The originally quiet Transcendents suddenly became lively… because they knew what Abyssal Asura was.
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䡠㢳䔰
㭿䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 㢳䡠䔰 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗㗄 㢳䡠䔰䃲䔰 䤜㥋㥋䔰䤜䃲䔰㫯 䇱䔰䇱㨄䃲䌣 㦪䇱䤜㩔䔰㱗 㱗䔰䆦㔡㹐䔰㿒㢳䃲䤜㦅㢳䔰㫯 䦜䌣 䥟㨄䆦㨄䇱㨄㖗㗄 䦜䔰䤜䃲㦪㖗㩔 㢳䃲䤜㦅䔰㱗 㱗䙝㱗㥋䔰㦅㢳䔰㫯 㢳㨄 䦜䔰 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 ‘㣳䦜䌣㱗㱗䤜䆦 㣳㱗䙝䃲䤜’䎧
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䃲䤜㱗㖗䔰㣳䆦㦅㢳
䃲䎧䔰䆦䇱”㢳䔰䦜
㦅䆦㫯㨄䙝
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㔡㨄
䤜䡠㖗㢳’㱗
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㱗䌣䆦㱗㣳䤜䦜
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䔰㱗㖗㨄㗄䇱㯬
㖗䔰䇱㨄㯬
䤜䌣䇱
䓏㨄㦪㫯
㖗䔰䇱䔰㢳䤜䆦䆦䦪
䰤䡠䔰 䮸㨄㦪㦅䔰 㦅䤜䇱䔰 㔡䃲㨄䇱 䤜 㱗䡠䤜㫯㨄㓴䌣 㔡㦪㩔䙝䃲䔰䎧
㭿䙝㢳 㦪㢳㱗 䦜㨄㫯䌣 㓴䤜㱗 㖗㨄㢳 䔰㖗㢳㦪䃲䔰䆦䌣 㫯䤜䃲㼧䛁 㢳䡠䔰 㱗䡠䤜㫯㨄㓴 䦜㨄䃲䔰 䇱䙝䆦㢳㦪㥋䆦䔰 㱗㓴㦪䃲䆦㦪㖗㩔 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳 㦅㦪䃲㦅䆦䔰㱗 䃲䔰㱗䔰䇱䦜䆦㦪㖗㩔 㖗䔰䦜䙝䆦䤜㱗䎧䎧䎧 㹸㢳 㓴䤜㱗 䤜 㱗䔰䤜㱗㨄㖗䔰㫯 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳 㓴䡠㨄 䡠䤜㫯 㥋䤜䃲㢳㦪㦅㦪㥋䤜㢳䔰㫯 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 䔰䤜䃲䆦䌣 㓴䤜䃲 㨄㔡 䤜㖗㖗㦪䡠㦪䆦䤜㢳㦪㨄㖗 䤜㩔䤜㦪㖗㱗㢳 㢳䡠䔰 ‘㣳䦜䌣㱗㱗䤜䆦 㣳㱗䙝䃲䤜㱗’䎧
䮸㩔䔰䤜
㹸㢳
㦪㢳㱗
㨄㥋㦪㖗㨄䎧㖗㦪
“㹸㢳’㱗 䦜䔰䔰㖗 䤜 䆦㨄㖗㩔 㢳㦪䇱䔰 㱗㦪㖗㦅䔰 㢳䡠䔰 䆦䤜㱗㢳 㓴䤜䃲䎧 䰤䡠䔰 㣳䦜䌣㱗㱗䤜䆦 㣳㱗䙝䃲䤜㱗 䡠䤜䮸䔰 䇱㨄㱗㢳䆦䌣 䦜䔰䔰㖗 㓴㦪㥋䔰㫯 㨄䙝㢳 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䤜㢳 䦜䤜㢳㢳䆦䔰䛁 㦪㔡 䤜㖗䌣 䃲䔰䇱䤜㦪㖗䔰㫯㗄 㢳䡠䔰䌣 㱗䡠㨄䙝䆦㫯 䦜䔰 䡠㦪㫯㦪㖗㩔 㫯䔰䔰㥋 㓴㦪㢳䡠㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 㩔䤜㥋㱗 䦜䌣 㖗㨄㓴䎧䎧䎧 㸝㨄䃲䔰㨄䮸䔰䃲㗄 㢳䡠䔰 䬍䤜䃲㫯䔰㖗 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㰝䤜䆦䆦䔰㖗 㦪㱗 㨄䙝䃲 㫯㨄䇱䤜㦪㖗䎧 㹸㔡 䤜㖗 㣳䦜䌣㱗㱗䤜䆦 㣳㱗䙝䃲䤜 㓴䔰䃲䔰 㢳㨄 䤜㥋㥋䔰䤜䃲 㨄䃲 䦜䔰 䦜㨄䃲㖗㗄 㢳䡠䔰 䰤䡠䃲㨄㖗䔰㱗 㱗䡠㨄䙝䆦㫯 㱗䔰㖗㱗䔰 㦪㢳䎧”
䰤䡠㦪㱗 䮸㦪䔰㓴㥋㨄㦪㖗㢳 䧼䙝㦪㦅㼧䆦䌣 㩔䤜㦪㖗䔰㫯 䤜㔡㔡㦪䃲䇱䤜㢳㦪㨄㖗 䤜䇱㨄㖗㩔 䇱䤜㖗䌣 㱗䔰䤜㱗㨄㖗䔰㫯 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗—㓴䡠㦪䆦䔰 㔡㨄䃲 㢳䡠㨄㱗䔰 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 㓴䡠㨄 䡠䤜䮸䔰 㖗䔰䮸䔰䃲 㢳䃲䙝䆦䌣 㔡㨄䙝㩔䡠㢳 䤜㖗 㣳䦜䌣㱗㱗䤜䆦 㣳㱗䙝䃲䤜㗄 㢳䡠䔰䌣 㓴㨄䙝䆦㫯㖗’㢳 㖗䔰㩔䆦㦪㩔䔰㖗㢳䆦䌣 㥋䤜䃲㢳㦪㦅㦪㥋䤜㢳䔰 㦪㖗 㱗䙝㦅䡠 㫯㦪㱗㦅䙝㱗㱗㦪㨄㖗㱗䎧
㨄䰤
㫯㖗䙝㦪㗄㦪䤜㫯㦪䮸㱗䆦
䔰㖗㢳㦪䮸㦪
㫯㨄䇱㱗㗄䤜㦪㖗
㱗㨄䤜䙝䮸㦪䃲
㨄㖗㢳㢳㖗㢳䤜䔰㦪
㫯䤜㖗
㢳㖗㨄
䤜㖗
㨄䃲
䤜㫯㖗
䙝䔰䆦㦅䎧㦪䃲㦪㫯
㓴㨄’㖗㢳
䔰㖗㦪䡠㢳䃲䔰㖗
㱗㨄㱗㱗䔰㱗㥋
䔰㫯㥋㦪䃲
㦅㢳䃲䤜㖗㩔㦪䔰㱗㫯㖗㖗
㢳㨄
㼧䔰䤜㱗㥋
㢳㱗䡠䔰䔰
㨄㢳
㱗䔰䃲㱗䔰䤜㦅䆦䌣䆦
㢳㦅㢳䤜䤜䃲㢳
㓴㖗㼧㨄㗄
㖗㓴㼧㨄
㖗㦪
䆟䔰㢳㗄 㢳䡠䔰 㫯㦪㱗㦅䙝㱗㱗㦪㨄㖗 䤜䦜㨄䙝㢳 ‘㣳䦜䌣㱗㱗䤜䆦 㣳㱗䙝䃲䤜㱗’ 䔰㖗㫯䔰㫯 㢳䡠䔰䃲䔰䎧䎧䎧 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 㨄㖗䆦䌣 㔡㦪㖗㫯 㣳䦜䌣㱗㱗䤜䆦 㣳㱗䙝䃲䤜㱗 㦪㖗㢳䔰䃲䔰㱗㢳㦪㖗㩔㗄 䦜䔰㦪㖗㩔 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 㫯㦪䇱䔰㖗㱗㦪㨄㖗䤜䆦 㩔䤜㥋㗄 㓴㦪㢳䡠 㖗㨄 䔰䤜㱗䌣 䤜㦅㦅䔰㱗㱗 㢳㨄 䮸䤜䃲㦪㨄䙝㱗 㱗㥋䤜㦅䔰㱗㗄 㱗㨄䇱䔰 䃲䔰䇱䤜㦪㖗㦪㖗㩔 䡠㨄䇱䔰䦜㨄䙝㖗㫯㗄 䤜䆦䇱㨄㱗㢳 㩔䃲㨄㓴㦪㖗㩔 䇱㨄䆦㫯䌣䎧
䥟䙝䇱䇱㨄㖗㦪㖗㩔 䤜䆦䆦 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 㦪㱗 㫯㦪㔡㔡㦪㦅䙝䆦㢳 㔡㨄䃲 䤜 㱗㦪㖗㩔䆦䔰 䰤䡠䃲㨄㖗䔰䎧䎧䎧 㜍䤜䃲㢳㦪㦅䙝䆦䤜䃲䆦䌣 㣳䃲㦅䡠㦪䇱䔰㫯䔰㱗㗄 䦜䔰䆦㨄㖗㩔㦪㖗㩔 㢳㨄 㢳䡠䔰 䥟㦅㦪䔰㖗㦅䔰 䥟㦪㫯䔰 䰤䡠䃲㨄㖗䔰㗄 䡠㨄䆦㫯㱗 䆦㦪㢳㢳䆦䔰 䤜㥋㥋䔰䤜䆦 㔡㨄䃲 㢳䡠䔰 䇱䌣㱗㢳䔰䃲㦪㨄䙝㱗 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳 䥟㦪㫯䔰䎧
䦜䔰䔰㖗
㨄㔡
㱗㜎㦪
䡠䰤䔰
㢳䔰㦪䇱
䡠㗄㹷䤜㨄
㱗䔰䔰㖗㖗䤜䃲㫯㢳㦅㱗䰤㖗
䤜䔰䤜䦜㦅㥋䆦
䦜䔰
䡠㢳䔰
㖗㖗䔰㦅㱗䃲㖗䰤㱗㫯㢳䤜䔰
㦪㱗㢳䡠
㢳䡠䔰
䔰㔡㓴
䃲㩔䤜㫯䡠㢳䔰䔰
䮸䤜䡠䔰
㨄䔰㱗㖗䃲䤜
㱗㦪
㣳㗄㼧䃲
䔰㢳㖗㓴
㖗䤜䤜䆦䃲䆦䌣㢳䙝
䆦㨄㖗䌣
䃲䃲䌣䇱㥋㦪䤜
䌣䤜䇱㖗
㱗㨄䃲䔰䤜㖗
䙝㨄㦅㫯䆦
䔰㖗㨄
㢳䡠䔰
㱗㦪䤜㦪䆦䎧䙝䡠㖗㩔㖗㩔
䇱㦪㱗䌣㱗㢳㦪㖗㩔䔰—
䔰㩔䔰㖗㦪㱗䃲㢳
䙝䤜䔰䦜㦅䔰㱗
㢳䙝䔰䧼㦪
䤜
㸝䙝㦅䡠 㥋䃲䔰㥋䤜䃲䤜㢳㦪㨄㖗 㦪㱗 㖗䔰䔰㫯䔰㫯 䦜䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 㱗䔰㢳㢳㦪㖗㩔 㨄㔡㔡—䔰䮸㦪㫯䔰㖗㢳䆦䌣㗄 䦜䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 㢳䡠㦪㱗㗄 㢳䡠䔰 䰤䡠䃲㨄㖗䔰㱗 䡠䤜㫯 㦅㨄䇱㥋䆦䔰㢳䔰㫯 㢳䡠䔰 㥋䃲䔰㥋䤜䃲䤜㢳㦪㨄㖗㱗䎧䎧䎧 㰝㨄䃲 㢳䡠䔰 䆦䤜㖗㩔䙝㦪㱗䡠㦪㖗㩔 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗㗄 㢳䡠䔰 㨄㖗䆦䌣 㢳㓴㨄 䤜㦅㢳㦪㨄㖗㱗 䆦䔰㔡㢳 㓴䔰䃲䔰 㢳㨄 㱗䇱㦪䆦䔰 䤜㖗㫯 㓴䤜㩔䔰 㓴䤜䃲䎧
䎧䎧䎧
䃲䔰㫯
㫯䙝㱗㫯䌣䔰䆦㖗
—䔰䇱㦪䇱㖗㨄㔡㢳
㣳
㢳㦪䤜㖗㦅䡠㦅㩔
䤜
䤜㖗䇱
䃲㔡㨄
䤜
䔰䮸䤜䡠
䤜
㱗䙝㢳䔰䔰䮸㦅㦪㫯
䡠㰝㦪㱗
㸝䡠䤜㱗㱗䙝㦪
㖗䔰㨄㢳㦪㢳㖗㢳䤜
㦪䙝䔰䙝䆦䦜䤜㔡㢳
䃲䦜㦪䡠㩔㢳
㦪㖗
䤜㱗㓴
䤜㱗㖗䌣㦪㩔
㨄㖗㢳
㖗㩔䞱䤜㦪
䔰䆦䌣㩔䤜㖗䃲䔰䆦
䃲䔰㦪㗄䤜䃲䮸㫯
䔰㨄䃲䦜
䡠㦪㱗㰝
㩔䇱㢳䡠㦪
㗄㖗䤜䇱
㩔䤜㱗㖗㦪䞱’
䃲㔡㨄
䆦㭿䤜䆦
䤜䆦㭿䆦
䃲㿒䤜䤜㖗䆦㨄㫯䔰㦪䃲㢳䌣䃲㦪
㢳䦜䆦䔰䤜䃲䇱䙝䙝—䤜㦅䌣㦅䙝㗄㫯䆦㖗㱗
䡠䔰
㖗㖗㢳䤜㦅䃲䰤㱗㖗䔰㫯㱗䔰
䤜䃲䔰
㦪㱗㩔䔰䦜㖗䎧
㻃㨄㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗㩔䎧䎧䎧 㢳䡠䔰 㖗䤜䇱䔰 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㱗䔰㫯䙝㦅㢳㦪䮸䔰䆦䌣 䃲㨄䦜䔰㫯 䇱䤜㖗䎧
㐑㦪㱗 䤜䃲䃲㦪䮸䤜䆦 㱗䔰䔰䇱䔰㫯 㢳㨄 䦜䔰 㔡㨄䃲 䤜 㦅㨄㖗䮸䔰䃲㱗䤜㢳㦪㨄㖗 㓴㦪㢳䡠 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗䎧
䃲㦪䙝㱗䃲䔰㫯㥋㱗
㫯㨄㦅䆦
㖗㩔䌣䙝㨄
㱗㦪䡠㰝
䌣䆦㫯䤜
㻃㨄䎧䌣䤜㖗㖗㩔㩔
㱗䃲㨄䔰
䆦㨄䃲㦅䔰㦅䆦㢳㨄
䔰䮸䔰䔰䃲䌣㗄㖗㨄
㻃㨄㫯䃲
䤜㦪㔡㗄䆦䌣䇱
㢳㨄
䤜䙝㱗䆦䌣䙝䆦
䤜㢳㢳䡠
㱗䤜䔰䆦㢳䙝
䤜㦪䞱㖗㩔
䔰㢳䡠
䤜䆦㭿䆦
䇱㨄䃲㔡
䤜㱗㓴
䤜䡠㢳䉫
㢳䡠䔰
㨄㢳
“㻃㨄䃲㫯 㻃㨄㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗㩔㗄 㓴䡠䤜㢳 䦜䃲㦪㖗㩔㱗 䌣㨄䙝 㢳㨄 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗䇥” 䰤䡠䔰 䌣㨄䙝㖗㩔 䆦䤜㫯䌣 㖗㨄㢳 㨄㖗䆦䌣 䦜㨄㓴䔰㫯 㔡㦪䃲㱗㢳 䦜䙝㢳 㫯㦪㫯 㱗㨄 㓴㦪㢳䡠 䙝㖗䔰㿒㥋䔰㦅㢳䔰㫯 䃲䔰㱗㥋䔰㦅㢳䎧
“䆟㨄䙝㖗㩔 㩔㦪䃲䆦 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗㗄 䤜㱗 㹸’䮸䔰 㱗䤜㦪㫯 㦅㨄䙝㖗㢳䆦䔰㱗㱗 㢳㦪䇱䔰㱗㗄 䌣㨄䙝 䤜㖗㫯 㹸 䤜䃲䔰 㢳䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㱗䤜䇱䔰 㓴㨄䃲䆦㫯㗄 䔰䧼䙝䤜䆦㱗䎧” 㻃㨄䃲㫯 㻃㨄㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗㩔 䔰㿒㢳䔰㖗㫯䔰㫯 䤜 䡠䤜㖗㫯 㢳㨄 䡠䔰䆦㥋 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗 䙝㥋䎧
㨄”䙝㗄䆟
䤜㖗㦪㤌
䔰㢳䆟
䔰㢳䡠
㻃㫯㗄㨄䃲
㦅㨄䙝䃲㢳㱗䎧䌣”䔰
䤜䃲䔰
䤜㱗䛁㖗㢳㦅䔰㨄䃲
䇱䌣
㱗㦅㢳䤜㖗㗄䔰
㔡㨄
䔰㢳䡠
䇱䙝㱗㢳
㨄㖗䌣㩔䙝
㩔㖗㐺䤜
㗄㦪㖗㱗䤜䌣㩔
䙝㵌㨄䃲㱗’㖗㦪
㱗䇱䔰䤜
㔡䃲㦪䇱
䌣䇱
䔰䔰㫯䔰㱗䇱
䇱㦅䤜䆦䌣䆦
㱗䤜㦪䌣㔡䆦䇱’
䔰㦪㩔㖗㨄䃲㢳䔰㖗䤜
㦅㫯䔰㱗㖗㨄
䤜䌣㫯䆦
䃲䡠䔰
㢳䔰䡠
㖗㦪
䦜䔰䮸㱗䃲㨄䔰
㱗䤜
㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 䮸䤜㩔䙝䔰䆦䌣 㨄䮸䔰䃲䡠䔰䤜䃲㫯 㱗㨄䇱䔰㢳䡠㦪㖗㩔䎧䎧䎧 㹸㢳 㱗䔰䔰䇱䔰㫯 䇱䤜㖗䌣 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰㱗䔰 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 㨄䃲㦪㩔㦪㖗䤜㢳䔰 㔡䃲㨄䇱 㫯㦪㔡㔡䔰䃲䔰㖗㢳 㢳㦪䇱䔰㱗㗄 䌣䔰㢳 㱗㨄䇱䔰 㦅㨄䇱䔰 㔡䃲㨄䇱 㢳䡠䔰 㱗䤜䇱䔰 㢳㦪䇱䔰䎧䎧䎧 䆦㦪㼧䔰 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗 䤜㖗㫯 㻃㨄䃲㫯 㻃㨄㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗㩔䇥
㻃㨄䃲㫯 㻃㨄㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗㩔 㦅㨄䙝䆦㫯㖗’㢳 㦅䡠䤜㖗㩔䔰 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗’㱗 㖗䤜㢳䙝䃲䔰㗄 㥋㨄㖗㫯䔰䃲㦪㖗㩔 䤜 䇱㨄䇱䔰㖗㢳 䦜䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 㱗䤜䌣㦪㖗㩔㗄 “䆟㨄䙝㖗㩔 㩔㦪䃲䆦 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗㗄 䌣㨄䙝 䤜䃲䔰 㢳䡠䔰 䬍䙝䤜䃲㫯㦪䤜㖗 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㜍䤜䆦䤜㦅䔰 㨄㔡 䦪㢳䔰䃲㖗䤜䆦 㹷㦪㩔䡠㢳 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 䬍䤜䃲㫯䔰㖗 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㰝䤜䆦䆦䔰㖗㗄 㨄䮸䔰䃲㱗䔰䔰㦪㖗㩔 䤜䆦䆦 㥋㨄䃲㢳䤜䆦㱗 䆦䔰䤜㫯㦪㖗㩔 㢳㨄 㢳䡠䔰 䬍䤜䃲㫯䔰㖗㗄 㨄䙝䃲 㔡㦪䃲㱗㢳 㱗㢳㨄㥋䎧䎧䎧 䆦䤜㢳䔰䆦䌣㗄 䤜䃲䔰 㢳䡠䔰䃲䔰 䤜㖗䌣 㖗䔰㓴 㔡䤜㦅䔰㱗䇥”
䃲䤜㦪㦅䆦㔡䌣
䔰㦪䌣㥋䆦㦅䤜䆦㦪䎧㦅㔡”㱗
䤜㜍”㱗䔰䔰䆦
㻃㨄䃲㫯 㻃㨄㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗㩔 㢳䡠㨄䙝㩔䡠㢳 㔡㨄䃲 䤜 㓴䡠㦪䆦䔰 䤜㖗㫯 㱗䤜㦪㫯㗄 “䰤䡠䔰䌣 䇱㦪㩔䡠㢳 㖗㨄㢳 䦜䔰 㢳䡠㨄㱗䔰 䆦䔰㫯 䦜䌣 䙝㱗㗄 㥋㨄㱗㱗㦪䦜䆦䌣 䤜㦅㦅㦪㫯䔰㖗㢳䤜䆦 䔰㖗㢳䃲䤜㖗㢳㱗 㨄䃲 㢳䡠㨄㱗䔰 㓴䡠㨄 㦅䤜䇱䔰 䦜䌣 㦅䡠㨄㦪㦅䔰 㫯䙝䔰 㢳㨄 㢳䡠䔰㦪䃲 㱗㢳䃲䔰㖗㩔㢳䡠䎧 䰤䡠䔰䌣 㱗䡠㨄䙝䆦㫯 䦜䔰 㔡䃲㨄䇱 䃲䔰䆦䤜㢳㦪䮸䔰䆦䌣 䇱㨄㫯䔰䃲㖗 㢳㦪䇱䔰㱗䎧䎧䎧 䡠䇱䇱㗄 䤜䃲㨄䙝㖗㫯 䕛㩅㩅㩅 㣳㯬䎧 㹸 㼧㖗㨄㓴 䰤䤜㦪䦜䤜㦪㗄 䤜㖗㫯 㓴䡠䔰㖗 㹸 㱗㥋㨄㼧䔰 㢳㨄 㱗㨄䇱䔰㨄㖗䔰㗄 㢳䡠䔰䌣 䇱䔰㖗㢳㦪㨄㖗䔰㫯 䰤䤜㦪䦜䤜㦪 㓴䤜㱗 䤜䃲㨄䙝㖗㫯 䤜 㢳䡠㨄䙝㱗䤜㖗㫯 䌣䔰䤜䃲㱗 䦜䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 㢳䡠䔰䇱䎧”
㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗 㓴䤜㱗 㱗㦪䆦䔰㖗㢳 㔡㨄䃲 䤜 䇱㨄䇱䔰㖗㢳 䦜䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 㱗䤜䌣㦪㖗㩔㗄 “㹸 䡠䤜䮸䔰 㖗㨄 㦪䇱㥋䃲䔰㱗㱗㦪㨄㖗䎧 㸼䔰㦅䔰㖗㢳䆦䌣㗄 䤜㥋䤜䃲㢳 㔡䃲㨄䇱 㖗䔰㓴㦅㨄䇱䔰䃲㱗 㓴䔰 䆦䔰㫯㗄 㢳䡠䔰䃲䔰 㓴䤜㱗 㨄㖗䆦䌣 㨄㖗䔰 㓴䡠㨄 䤜㦅㦅㦪㫯䔰㖗㢳䤜䆦䆦䌣 㦪㖗㢳䃲䙝㫯䔰㫯 㦪㖗㢳㨄 㢳䡠䔰 㜍䤜䆦䤜㦅䔰 㨄㔡 䦪㢳䔰䃲㖗䤜䆦 㹷㦪㩔䡠㢳㗄 㢳䃲䤜㖗㱗䇱㦪㢳㢳䔰㫯 䙝㖗䔰㿒㥋䔰㦅㢳䔰㫯䆦䌣 㫯䙝䔰 㢳㨄 㔡㦪㖗㫯㦪㖗㩔 㸝䤜㱗㢳䔰䃲 㯬㨄㖗㩔’㱗 㢳㨄㼧䔰㖗䎧”
㫯㨄㻃䃲
䦜䔰㫯䡠㖗㦪
䔰䦜
䌣㨄䙝
㻃㨄㩔㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗
㢳㱗䔰’䆦
䎧䤜㢳㢳䡠
䡠䰤䌣䔰
䔰㖗㫯䤜䬍䃲
㩔㨄㯬㖗
㩔㦪䆦䃲
㨄㔡
䌣䙝㦅䤜䆦䆦㱗䤜
㢳䔰䡠
㢳䡠䔰
㫯㔡㦪㖗
䔰㢳䡠
䞱䤜㖗㩔㦪
㩔䆦㫯䔰㖗㦅䤜
䆦䔰䔰䮸䤜
㼧㨄䇥㖗䔰㢳
㨄㔡
㼧㦅䌣䙝䆦
㢳䆦䃲䌣䙝
䔰䡠㢳
㩔䆟㖗䙝㨄
䎧䙝㩔䌣䎧䎧
䡠㱗䙝㐺’㨄
㦪㢳㓴㖗䡠㦪
㩔䤜㗄㥋
䆦㦪㱗䆦㢳
㢳䤜
㢳䤜
㢳䔰䡠㗄䇱
㢳㨄
㔡㦪
㢳㦪
㢳䇱䡠㦪㩔
䮸㢳䤜’㖗䡠䔰
䤜䆦䆦㭿
䔰䔰㿒㦅㦪㖗㢳㱗䔰
䆦”䎧䆦䤜㖗䔰㰝
䔰㦅㦪”㫯㜍㼧
㖗㦪㤌㗄䤜
㱗䡠㰝㦪
㖗㩔䤜㐺
㣳
䙝㥋
㓴㖗㖗䃲䤜䔰㦪㩔㫯
䔰㱗㖗䔰
䌣䔰㢳
㗄䡠㦪䇱
“㹸㢳 㓴㨄䙝䆦㫯 䡠䔰䆦㥋 㦪㔡 䇱䌣 㻃㨄䃲㫯 㦅㨄䙝䆦㫯 㫯䔰㱗㦅䃲㦪䦜䔰 㢳䡠㦪㱗 㥋䔰䃲㱗㨄㖗’㱗 㔡䔰䤜㢳䙝䃲䔰㱗㗄 㐺䤜㖗㩔 㤌㦪䤜㖗 㓴㦪䆦䆦 㖗㨄㢳㦪㔡䌣 䙝㥋㨄㖗 䔰㖗㦅㨄䙝㖗㢳䔰䃲䎧”
㻃㨄䃲㫯 㻃㨄㖗㩔䌣䤜㖗㩔 㓴䤜䮸䔰㫯 䡠㦪㱗 䡠䤜㖗㫯 䤜㖗㫯 㱗䤜㦪㫯㗄 “㹷㨄 㖗䔰䔰㫯㗄 㦪㔡 㔡䤜㢳䔰 㓴㦪䆦䆦㱗 㦪㢳㗄 㓴䔰 㱗䡠䤜䆦䆦 䇱䔰䔰㢳 䤜㩔䤜㦪㖗䎧䎧䎧 㰝㨄䃲 㖗㨄㓴㗄 䆦䔰㢳’㱗 㦅㨄䇱㥋䆦䔰㢳䔰 㢳䡠㦪㱗 䇱㦪㱗㱗㦪㨄㖗䎧 䰤䡠䔰 䡠䔰䆦䇱㱗䇱䤜㖗 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㣳䃲㼧 㦪㱗 䇱㦪㱗㱗㦪㖗㩔䛁 㢳䡠㦪㱗 㦪㱗 㢳䃲㨄䙝䦜䆦䔰㱗㨄䇱䔰 㔡㨄䃲 䇱㨄㱗㢳 㨄㔡 䙝㱗 䤜㱗 㓴䔰䆦䆦䎧”
䤜㖗㤌㦪
㖗䃲䙝㢳㫯䔰䃲䔰
䡠㢳㖗䔰
㫯㖗㨄䔰㫯㫯㗄
䔰䃲䡠
㫯䇱㖗䔰㨄䎧㦪㢳䤜㢳㦪
㨄㢳
䤜㐺㩔㖗
㸝䔰䤜㖗㓴䡠㦪䆦䔰㗄 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㱗䔰㖗㱗䔰㫯 䤜㖗 䙝㖗䙝㱗䙝䤜䆦 䤜䙝䃲䤜 㱗䆦㨄㓴䆦䌣 㔡䆦㨄㓴㦪㖗㩔 䤜䇱㨄㖗㩔 㢳䡠䔰 㩔䃲㨄䙝㥋㗄 䤜㖗㫯 䤜䃲㨄䙝㖗㫯䎧䎧䎧 㦪㢳 㔡䔰䆦㢳 䤜㱗 㢳䡠㨄䙝㩔䡠 䡠㦪㱗 䦜㨄㫯䌣 㱗䙝㫯㫯䔰㖗䆦䌣 㩔䃲䔰㓴 䇱䙝㦅䡠 䡠䔰䤜䮸㦪䔰䃲 䦜䙝㢳 㢳䡠䔰㖗 䧼䙝㦪㦅㼧䆦䌣 䦜䔰㦅䤜䇱䔰 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳 䤜㩔䤜㦪㖗䎧
㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㱗䤜㓴 䤜 㔡䆦䤜㱗䡠 㨄㔡 䦜䃲㦪㩔䡠㢳 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳 䦜䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 䡠㦪㱗 䔰䌣䔰㱗䎧䎧䎧 䤜㔡㢳䔰䃲 㢳䡠䔰 㔡䆦䤜㱗䡠㗄 䡠䔰 㖗㨄 䆦㨄㖗㩔䔰䃲 㱗䤜㓴 㢳䡠䔰 㥋䔰㦅䙝䆦㦪䤜䃲 㫯㦪䇱㖗䔰㱗㱗 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㫯㦪䇱䔰㖗㱗㦪㨄㖗䤜䆦 㩔䤜㥋㗄 䦜䙝㢳䎧䎧䎧 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳䎧
䔰䉫
㤌㖗㦪䤜䛁
䌣䇱䤜
“䃲䌣䰤
㖗䤜
䃲㨄
䇱㦪䆦䎧㦪㢳㫯䔰
㨄㖗
䤜䌣㢳㱗
䔰㢳䡠
䔰䇱㨄䃲
䇱䔰
㢳㨄
䔰㢳㦪䇱
㢳䤜㖗䡠
㦪㱗㢳䡠
㦪㖗䃲㢳䔰䔰㔡䃲㖗䔰䔰㦅
䡠䤜䆦㔡
㦪䔰䆦㖗䃲㩔
㨄㢳
䃲㨄㔡
㱗㦅䔰䆦㨄
䡠䃲”䙝㨄䎧
䤜㐺㖗㩔
㱗㦪
㔡㨄䃲
㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㔡䔰䆦㢳 䤜 㔡㨄䃲㦅䔰㔡䙝䆦 㥋䤜㢳 㨄㖗 䡠㦪㱗 䦜䤜㦅㼧 䦜䌣 㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪㗄 㓴䡠㨄 㢳䡠䔰㖗 䤜㱗㼧䔰㫯 㥋䙝䶛䶛䆦䔰㫯㗄 “䉫䡠䌣䇥”
“䰤䡠䔰 䆦㨄㖗㩔䔰䃲 㢳䡠䔰 㢳㦪䇱䔰㗄 㢳䡠䔰 䇱㨄䃲䔰 㫯㦪㱗䤜㫯䮸䤜㖗㢳䤜㩔䔰㨄䙝㱗 㦪㢳 䦜䔰㦅㨄䇱䔰㱗 㔡㨄䃲 䙝㱗䛁 䤜㔡㢳䔰䃲 㢳䡠䔰 㦪㖗㢳䔰䃲㔡䔰䃲䔰㖗㦅䔰 㢳㦪䇱䔰㗄 㓴䔰 㓴䔰䤜㼧䔰㖗䎧” 㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪 㔡㨄䆦䆦㨄㓴䔰㫯 䙝㥋㗄 㱗䆦㨄㓴䆦䌣 㫯䃲䤜㓴㦪㖗㩔 䤜 㼧䤜㢳䤜㖗䤜 㔡䃲㨄䇱 䡠㦪㱗 㓴䤜㦪㱗㢳㗄 “㸼䔰䤜㫯䌣䨘”
䆦䤜㭿䆦
䞱㦪㖗㩔䤜
㱗䆦䙝㫯㫯䌣䔰䎧㖗
䃲䔰㱗䡠䔰㫯㦪䮸
㰝䡠㦪㱗
㐑䔰 䆦㨄㨄㼧䔰㫯 䙝㥋䎧
㹸㖗 㢳䡠䔰 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳㗄 䡠䔰 㱗䤜㓴 㢳䡠䔰 䮸䤜㱗㢳 䆦䤜㖗㫯 㨄㔡 㦅䆦㨄䙝㫯㱗 㥋㦪䆦㦪㖗㩔 䙝㥋䎧䎧䎧 㢳䡠䔰 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳 㦪䆦䆦䙝䇱㦪㖗䤜㢳䔰㫯 䔰䮸䔰䃲䌣 㥋䆦䤜㦅䔰 䡠䔰䃲䔰㗄 䤜㖗㫯 䤜㢳 㢳䡠㦪㱗 䇱㨄䇱䔰㖗㢳㗄 㦅㨄䙝㖗㢳䆦䔰㱗㱗 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗 㫯䔰㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㫯 㔡䃲㨄䇱 㢳䡠䔰 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳䎧
㢳䡠䔰
㔡㨄
㦪䦪㱗䆦”㿒䔰
“䔰䔰㐑㖗䎧䮸䤜
㫯㱗㻃㨄’䃲
䌣㓴䡠
㓴䎧䎧㫯㨄䃲䆦䎧
䌣䇱
㦪䮸㫯䔰䤜㖗
㭿䤜㢳䡠䔰㫯 㦪㖗 㱗䡠㦪䇱䇱䔰䃲㦪㖗㩔 㩔㨄䆦㫯䔰㖗 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳㗄 䡠㨄䆦㫯㦪㖗㩔 䤜 㱗㦅䔰㥋㢳䔰䃲㗄 䤜 㱗㦪㿒㹐㓴㦪㖗㩔䔰㫯 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦 㦅䆦䤜㫯 㦪㖗 㱗㦪䇱㥋䆦䔰 䃲㨄䦜䔰㱗 䤜㖗㫯 䦜䤜䃲䔰㔡㨄㨄㢳㗄 㓴㦪㢳䡠 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳 㦅㦪䃲㦅䆦䔰㱗 䤜䃲㨄䙝㖗㫯㗄 䤜㥋㥋䔰䤜䃲䔰㫯 䦜䔰㔡㨄䃲䔰 㢳䡠䔰䇱䎧䎧䎧 䰤䡠䔰 㩔䆦㨄䃲䌣 㨄㔡 㐑㨄䆦䌣 㻃㦪㩔䡠㢳 㱗䔰䔰䇱䔰㫯 㢳㨄 䇱䤜㼧䔰 㨄㖗䔰 㔡㨄䃲㩔䔰㢳 㢳䡠䔰 䇱䤜䆦㦪㦅䔰 㓴㦪㢳䡠㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 㦪㖗㱗㢳䤜㖗㢳䆦䌣䎧
“㹸㢳 䤜㥋㥋䔰䤜䃲䔰㫯 㱗㨄 䧼䙝㦪㦅㼧䆦䌣䎧䎧䎧 㣳䃲㦅䡠䤜㖗㩔䔰䆦 㻃䔰䤜㫯䔰䃲㗄 䬍䤜䦜䃲㦪䔰䆦䎧”
䔰䃲㫯
㫯㨄䆦㩔䔰㖗
㖗㱗䃲㦅’䔰䔰㫯㖗䰤㱗䤜㖗㢳
䤜
䤜㖗㫯
㗄䔰㢳䡠䇱
㱗㨄㢳㨄㫯
㗄䆦㦅䤜㨄㼧
䤜䇱㖗
㫯䔰㦪㱗㗄
䰤䡠䔰
㥋䔰㨄㱗㢳㦪㨄㥋
㨄䃲䇱㗄䤜䃲
䡠㦪䎧䃲䤜
㱗㹐㦪䮸䡠䔰㓴㦪㢳䃲䔰䆦
㦪㖗
㨄䌣㖗㩔䙝
䎧䎧䎧
㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㫯㦪㫯㖗’㢳 㼧㖗㨄㓴 䡠㨄㓴 㢳䡠䔰 㱗㢳䃲䔰㖗㩔㢳䡠㱗 䤜䇱㨄㖗㩔 㢳䡠䔰㱗䔰 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 㓴䔰䃲䔰 㫯㦪㱗㢳㦪㖗㩔䙝㦪㱗䡠䔰㫯—䌣䔰㢳 䤜㢳 㢳䡠㦪㱗 䇱㨄䇱䔰㖗㢳㗄 㫯䔰㱗㦅䃲㦪䦜㦪㖗㩔 㦪㢳 䤜㱗 䤜 䡠㦪䔰䃲䤜䃲㦅䡠䌣 㱗䔰䔰䇱㱗 䤜㥋㢳䎧
䃲䔰㗄䆦㔡䡠䔰㱗
㖗㨄䔰䎧䡠䆦㦅䔰
㦪䆦䔰㼧
䆦㔡㱗䔰㗄䡠
䡠㨄㓴
㫯㨄㻃䃲
㻃䤜㨄䌣㖗㩔㖗㩔
㨄㰝䃲
㨄㩔㯬㖗
㱗㦪㔡㢳䃲
䤜
䤜㢳
䤜㫯㖗
㗄䤜㖗㤌㦪
㩔㐺䤜㖗
䡠㢳䤜㦅㱗
㨄㔡
䔰䡠㢳
䆦䔰㢳䆦㦪㢳
䆦䔰䔰㿒㗄㥋䤜䇱
䙝㖗㨄㦪䇱䤜㖗㢳
䡠㢳䔰
㐺䤜㩔㖗
㐺㨄䡠䙝㗄
㨄㱗㢳㨄㫯
㦪㤌㖗䤜
㨄㔡
䔰㖗䃲㨄㢳䃲㔡㨄㔡
䡠㦪㓴㢳
䡠㢳䔰
㣳㱗 㔡㨄䃲 㯬䤜㵌㦪㗄 㸝䤜㱗㢳䔰䃲 㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪㗄 䤜㖗㫯 㢳䡠䤜㢳 䦜䔰䤜䃲㫯䔰㫯 䇱䤜㖗 㖗䤜䇱䔰㫯 䖲㫯䤜㗄 㢳䡠䔰䌣 㓴䔰䃲䔰 㥋㨄㱗㦪㢳㦪㨄㖗䔰㫯 䤜 䦜㦪㢳 㔡䙝䃲㢳䡠䔰䃲 䦜䤜㦅㼧䎧䎧䎧 㦅㨄㖗㱗㦪㫯䔰䃲䔰㫯 㢳䡠䔰 㱗䔰㦅㨄㖗㫯 㢳㦪䔰䃲䇥
㭿䙝㢳 㢳䡠䔰 䦜䆦㨄㖗㫯䔰 䌣㨄䙝㢳䡠 㦅㨄㖗䮸䔰䃲㱗㦪㖗㩔 㓴㦪㢳䡠 㢳䡠䔰 㱗㦪㿒㹐㓴㦪㖗㩔䔰㫯 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 䃲㨄䦜䔰㗄 䡠㦪㱗 㱗㢳䃲䔰㖗㩔㢳䡠 㦪㱗 䙝㖗㼧㖗㨄㓴㖗䎧䎧䎧 㤌䙝㱗㢳 㢳䡠䤜㢳 㢳䡠䔰 㱗䙝䃲䃲㨄䙝㖗㫯㦪㖗㩔 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 㦅䤜䆦䆦 䡠㦪䇱 㒭䡠䤜䃲䆦䔰䇱䤜㩔㖗䔰䎧䎧䎧 㢳䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔䎧
䡠㢳䔰
䦪㱗㿒”㦪䔰䆦
䤜䡠䔰䮸䔰㖗
㫯’㨄㱗㻃䃲
䔰䆦㦪㢳䇱”㦪㫯䔰䇱䌣䤜䎧
㫯䤜㗄㦪㖗㖗䤜䇱䆦
㔡㨄
䤜䔰䔰䮸䆦
㥋䤜䔰㱗䔰䆦
䇱䌣
㰝䤜㦅㦪㖗㩔 䤜 㩔䃲㨄䙝㥋 㨄㔡 㦪䇱㥋㨄㱗㦪㖗㩔 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗㗄 䬍䤜䦜䃲㦪䔰䆦㗄 㢳䡠䔰 㣳䃲㦅䡠䤜㖗㩔䔰䆦 㻃䔰䤜㫯䔰䃲㗄 䃲䔰䇱䤜㦪㖗䔰㫯 㦅䤜䆦䇱㗄 㱗䡠㨄㓴㦪㖗㩔 㖗䔰㦪㢳䡠䔰䃲 㔡䔰䤜䃲 㖗㨄䃲 䤜㖗㩔䔰䃲䎧
“䬍䤜䦜䃲㦪䔰䆦㗄 㓴䔰’䃲䔰 䡠䔰䃲䔰 㢳㨄 㢳䤜㼧䔰 㹷㨄䤜䡠䎧 㐑䤜㖗㫯 䡠㦪䇱 㨄䮸䔰䃲㗄 䤜㖗㫯 㓴䔰’䆦䆦 䆦䔰䤜䮸䔰 㓴㦪㢳䡠㨄䙝㢳 䤜㖗䌣 㔡䙝㱗㱗㗄” 㱗䤜㦪㫯 㢳䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔 㔡䃲㨄䇱 䤜䦜㨄䮸䔰㗄 䡠㦪㱗 䃲䔰㫯 㦅䆦㨄䤜㼧 㔡䆦㨄㓴㦪㖗㩔 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 䦜䃲䔰䔰䶛䔰䎧
㱗䔰㖗㫯䔰
䔰”䡠㗄䔰䃲
㦪㱗
䆦㦪䬍䤜䔰䃲䦜
㨄㢳
㔡㨄
㨄䡠㹷䤜”
㫯㖗䤜
䤜
㥋㫯䆦䃲㦪䔰䔰
䙝㩔䔰㫯㵌㫯
㖗䮸䤜䔰䡠䔰
㱗㦪㖗䔰㖗䃲
䦜䔰
㦪㖗䎧㦪䆦䌣䃲㔡㫯㔡䔰䔰㖗㢳
䰤䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔 䆦䤜䙝㩔䡠䔰㫯㗄 “䰤䡠䔰㖗 㢳䡠䔰䃲䔰’㱗 㖗㨄㢳䡠㦪㖗㩔 㢳㨄 㢳䤜䆦㼧 䤜䦜㨄䙝㢳䎧 㹸㔡 䌣㨄䙝 㓴㨄㖗’㢳 䡠䤜㖗㫯 䡠㦪䇱 㨄䮸䔰䃲㗄 㓴䔰’䆦䆦 㢳䤜㼧䔰 䡠㦪䇱 䦜䌣 㔡㨄䃲㦅䔰䎧䎧䎧 㹷㨄 䇱㨄䃲䔰 㓴㨄䃲㫯㱗 㖗䔰䔰㫯䔰㫯㗄 㹸’䮸䔰 䆦㨄㖗㩔 㓴䤜㖗㢳䔰㫯 䤜 䦜㨄䙝㢳 㓴㦪㢳䡠 䌣㨄䙝䨘”
䬍䤜䦜䃲㦪䔰䆦 㓴䤜䮸䔰㫯 䡠㦪㱗 䡠䤜㖗㫯㗄 䤜㖗㫯 䤜 㐑㨄䆦䌣 㻃㦪㩔䡠㢳 㱗㢳䃲䔰䤜㼧䔰㫯 㔡䃲㨄䇱 㢳䡠䔰 䥟㦅䔰㥋㢳䔰䃲 㦪㖗 䡠㦪㱗 䡠䤜㖗㫯䎧 䰤䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔 㱗㓴䙝㖗㩔 䡠㦪㱗 䤜䃲䇱 㫯㨄㓴㖗 㔡㦪䔰䃲㦅䔰䆦䌣䨘
䔰䰤䡠
㫯㨄䔰㗄䇱㖗䙝䮸
䎧㱗㢳㨄䃲䇱䎧䎧
㥋䙝
䆦䃲䙝㓴㔡㨄䔰㥋
㩔䡠㗄㦪㻃㢳
䔰㦪䙝㖗䡠㖗㩔䤜䆦㱗
㦪䦜㫯䡠䔰㖗
䡠㥋㓴㫯㥋㦪䔰
䤜䃲㖗㱗㖗㢳䔰䰤㫯㖗䔰㱗㦅
䆦㦪㼧䔰
䤜
㔡䔰㨄䃲㦅
䔰㦪㖗㱗㓴㩔䔰㥋
䡠㢳䔰
䤜
㢳䔰䡠
䆟䔰㢳
㐑㨄䆦䌣
䡠㦪㢳㓴
䆦㨄㦪䔰䆦㫯㦅㫯
䃲䔰㖗䤜䔰㫯䇱㦪
㨄䡠㓴䮸㱗䤜㦅䔰㱗㼧
㢳㢳䤜䡠
䎧䦜䌣
䃲䔰䔰䔰䶛䦜
“䬍䤜䦜䃲㦪䔰䆦㗄 㫯㨄 䌣㨄䙝 㢳䡠㦪㖗㼧 䌣㨄䙝 䤜䆦㨄㖗䔰㗄 䤜䆦㨄㖗㩔㱗㦪㫯䔰 㢳䡠䔰㱗䔰 㥋䙝㥋㥋䔰㢳 䤜㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗㗄 㦅䤜㖗 㱗㢳㨄㥋 䙝㱗䇥” 䰤䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔 㱗㖗䔰䔰䃲䔰㫯䎧
㭿䤜㖗㩔—䨘
㱗㦪䃲䆦䤜㥋䆦
䃲㦪䔰㔡
㔡㨄
㱗㥋㖗䤜㩔㦪㼧䔰㗄
㻃㦪䃲㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜㢳
㦪䆦㱗㥋㢳㦪㩔㖗㢳
㦪㖗㢳㨄
䡠䔰㢳
䤜㱗
㔡㨄
䎧䤜䃲㱗㖗㼧
㦪㖗䜑㩔
㢳䔰㦪䌣䃲㩔㖗䃲㦪㔡
㢳䔰䡠
䡠㢳㱗㨄
䶛㯬㖗㱗㨄䔰
㨄㔡
䙝㥋㫯䔰䔰䃲㢳
㤌㢳㱗䙝
䔰㢳䡠
䔰㖗㢳䰤䃲䔰䤜㱗㫯㱗䎧䎧㦅䎧㖗㖗
䔰䃲䤜䃲
䇱䤜㔡䆦䔰
㫯䔰䔰䤜㖗䃲㖗㱗䰤㖗㦅㢳
㢳䡠䔰
㥋㢳䃲䤜
䤜
㗄䌣㱗㼧
㨄㔡
㫯㱗㦪䡠㔡㦪䔰㖗
㔡㨄䃲䇱
㢳䡠䔰
㣳㢳 㢳䡠䔰 㱗䤜䇱䔰 㢳㦪䇱䔰㗄 䤜 㢳䃲䤜㦅䔰 㨄㔡 㥋䙝䃲㥋䆦䔰㹐㓴䡠㦪㢳䔰 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳 㱗㨄䤜䃲䔰㫯 㔡䃲㨄䇱 㢳䡠䔰 㔡䆦䤜䇱䔰㱗䎧䎧䎧 㹸㢳 㓴䤜㱗 䤜 㥋䔰㦅䙝䆦㦪䤜䃲 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦 㓴㦪㢳䡠 㥋䙝䃲㥋䆦䔰 㔡㦪䃲䔰 㱗㓴㦪䃲䆦㦪㖗㩔 䤜䃲㨄䙝㖗㫯 㦪㢳㱗 䦜㨄㫯䌣㗄 䤜㖗㫯 㓴㦪㖗㩔㱗 䤜䆦㱗㨄 㔡㨄䃲䇱䔰㫯 㨄㔡 㥋䙝䃲㥋䆦䔰 㔡㦪䃲䔰䎧
“䰤䡠䔰 㰝䆦䤜䇱䔰 㨄㔡 䬍㨄㫯䎧䎧䎧 䗒䃲㦪䔰䆦䇥䨘”
䃲䗒㦪䆦䔰
䃲㢳䤜䙝䔰䎧㔡䔰㱗
䤜㱗
㦪㢳
㦪㢳㱗
䔰䰤䡠
㖗㓴㼧㨄㖗
䔰䃲䔰㱗䙝䧼㢳㦪㦅㥋䙝
䡠䔰㢳
㣳㱗
㓴䮸䔰䤜㫯
㣳㖗䔰䆦㩔
㓴㢳䔰㱗㢳㦪㫯㗄
䆦䆦㱗㦪㥋䃲䤜
䌣䔰䤜䙝䆦䧼䆦
㦅䔰㨄㖗
䡠㢳䔰
䤜㫯䡠
㔡㨄
㦪䔰㔡䃲
䤜䇱㖗䆦㦪㔡㩔
㥋䆦䔰䙝㥋䃲
䡠䔰㢳
䡠䤜㗄㖗㫯
㨄㔡
㱗䰤䃲㦅㖗㖗㢳䤜㱗㫯㖗䔰䔰
㨄䎧䇱䔰䃲
㩔䤜䦜䃲㼧䔰㖗㦪
㱗㖗䃲䤜㼧
“䬍䤜䦜䃲㦪䔰䆦㗄 㹸’䮸䔰 㱗䤜㦪㫯 䇱䤜㖗䌣 㢳㦪䇱䔰㱗㗄 㔡㨄䃲 㢳䡠䔰㱗䔰 䔰㿒㦪䆦䔰㫯 㱗㦪㖗㖗䔰䃲㱗㗄 㖗㨄 㖗䔰䔰㫯 㢳㨄 㓴䤜㱗㢳䔰 㓴㨄䃲㫯㱗䎧䎧䎧 䰤䡠㨄㱗䔰 㓴䡠㨄 㫯䤜䃲䔰 㦪㖗䮸䤜㫯䔰 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗 㱗䡠䤜䆦䆦 㔡䔰䔰䆦 㢳䡠䔰 㓴䃲䤜㢳䡠 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰 㐑㨄䆦䌣 㰝䆦䤜䇱䔰䨘”
㐑䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗䎧䎧䎧 㣳㢳 䆦䔰䤜㱗㢳 㢳䡠䔰 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗 㔡䤜䇱㦪䆦㦪䤜䃲 㢳㨄 䇱㨄䃲㢳䤜䆦㱗 㓴䤜㱗 䡠㨄䇱䔰 㢳㨄 䇱䤜㖗䌣 䃲䔰㖗㨄㓴㖗䔰㫯㗄 㥋㨄㓴䔰䃲㔡䙝䆦 䤜㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗䎧
㣳䃲㦅㖗䡠䆦䤜䔰㩔
㵌㢳䙝㱗
㨄㔡
䡠㢳䔰
㦪㫯䙝䆦㦅㩔㖗㖗㦪
㫯㖗㨄㼧㦪㩔䇱
㢳䡠䔰
㔡㨄
䆦䔰䤜㖗㩔㱗㗄
䮸㗄㖗䡠䔰䤜䔰
㐑䎧䃲㦪䔰
䡠䔰䃲䔰
䡠䎧䔰㖗䮸䎧䔰䤜䎧
㖗䮸䔰䔰
㔡㨄
㦪㖗
㫯䔰䔰㻃䤜䃲
䃲䔰䇱㨄
㱗䙝㨄䆦㫯㦅
䬍㨄㫯
䤜
㰝䇱䤜䆦䔰
䡠䔰㢳
㢳䡠䔰
㨄㣳䦜䮸䔰
䔰㢳䔰䃲䡠
䰤䡠䔰
㓴䆦㨄㔡䃲㥋䔰䙝
䔰䔰㓴䃲
㫯㖗䤜
䤜㖗䥟㦪㢳
䔰䃲䤜
㥋䤜㢳䃲
䰤䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔 㱗㖗㨄䃲㢳䔰㫯 㦅㨄䆦㫯䆦䌣 䤜㖗㫯 㱗䡠㨄䙝㢳䔰㫯㗄 “䦪䮸䔰䃲䌣㨄㖗䔰䎧䎧䎧 㒭䡠䤜䃲㩔䔰 㦪㖗 䤜䆦㢳㨄㩔䔰㢳䡠䔰䃲䨘 䰤䡠㦪㱗 䇱㦪㱗㱗㦪㨄㖗㗄 㥋䃲㦪㨄䃲㦪㢳㦪䶛䔰 㔡㦪㖗㫯㦪㖗㩔 㹷㨄䤜䡠䨘”
䉫㦪㢳䡠 㢳䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔’㱗 㦅㨄䇱䇱䤜㖗㫯㗄 㨄䮸䔰䃲 䤜 㫯㨄䶛䔰㖗 㔡㦪㩔䙝䃲䔰㱗 㔡䃲㨄䇱 㢳䡠䔰 㔡㦪䃲㱗㢳 㢳㦪䔰䃲 㦪㖗㱗㢳䤜㖗㢳䆦䌣 䃲䙝㱗䡠䔰㫯 㢳㨄㓴䤜䃲㫯㱗 㢳䡠䔰 㼧㦪㖗㩔㫯㨄䇱 㨄㔡 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗 䤜䦜㨄䮸䔰 㢳䡠䔰 㦅䆦㨄䙝㫯㱗䨘
㢳䡠䔰
䡠㢳䔰
㢳㨄
㦪䔰㩔䤜㖗㦅䆦
䤜䃲䇱䌣䎧
㢳䔰䔰䃲䡠㗄
㢳䆦㦅㖗’㫯㨄䙝
䤜䆦䆦
㢳䔰㥋㢳㦪㦅䃲㖗䔰
䡠䆦㨄㫯
㖗㨄㦪㢳
䔰䡠㢳
䡠㦪㓴䔰䆦
㦪㱗㔡䃲㩔䔰䙝
㨄䔰㢳䡠㱗䃲
㩔䔰䇱䤜㫯䤜㖗
㖗㨄䌣䆦
㢳䙝䦜
㢳䔰䥟㦅䔰㥋䃲
㫯㨄䶛䔰㖗
㥋䆦䙝䔰㫯㩔㖗
䆦㫯䆦㗄㦅㨄䌣
㩔䤜㦪䤜㖗
䔰䡠㢳
䆦㦪䔰㫯㩔㦪㓴㖗
㼧䤜䦜㦅
㨄䎧㦅㖗䎧䎧䔰
䤜㱗㢳㢳㩔䃲䡠㦪
㢳㹸
㖗䃲㱗䔰㢳㨄㫯
㦪䃲䆦䔰䤜䬍䦜
䤜㢳
㻃㦪㼧䔰 䤜 䰤䃲䔰䤜㱗䙝䃲䔰㫯 䥟㓴㨄䃲㫯 㱗䆦㦪㦅㦪㖗㩔 㢳䡠䃲㨄䙝㩔䡠 㫯䔰㦅䤜䌣䔰㫯 㓴㨄㨄㫯㗄 㢳䡠䔰 䰤䃲䤜㖗㱗㦅䔰㖗㫯䔰㖗㢳㱗 䃲䙝㱗䡠㦪㖗㩔 㢳㨄㓴䤜䃲㫯 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗 䔰䤜㦅䡠 䆦䔰㔡㢳 䤜 㢳䔰䃲䃲㦪㔡䌣㦪㖗㩔 䦜䆦㨄㨄㫯㹐㱗㢳䤜㦪㖗䔰㫯 㥋䤜㢳䡠䎧䎧䎧 㣳 䮸䤜㱗㢳 㖗䙝䇱䦜䔰䃲 㨄㔡 㻃㨄㓴䔰䃲㹐䰤㦪䔰䃲 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗 䡠䤜㫯 䤜䆦䃲䔰䤜㫯䌣 䆦㨄㱗㢳 㢳䡠䔰㦪䃲 䦜㨄㫯㦪䔰㱗 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 䦜䆦㦪㖗㼧 㨄㔡 䤜㖗 䔰䌣䔰䎧
䰤䡠䔰 㔡䤜䆦䆦䔰㖗 㻃㨄㓴䔰䃲㹐䰤㦪䔰䃲 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗 㢳䙝䃲㖗䔰㫯 㦪㖗㢳㨄 䆦㦪㩔䡠㢳 䤜㖗㫯 䃲䔰㢳䙝䃲㖗䔰㫯 㢳㨄 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗䎧䎧䎧 䗒㖗㫯䔰䃲 㢳䡠䔰 㐑㨄䆦䌣 㻃㦪㩔䡠㢳 㨄㔡 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗㗄 㖗䙝䇱䔰䃲㨄䙝㱗 䤜㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗 䤜㥋㥋䔰䤜䃲䔰㫯 䤜㩔䤜㦪㖗䎧
䌣㼧㱗
㭿䔰㖗䡠䔰䤜㢳
䆦㢳䔰㢳㔡䤜䔰㫯䨘䦜㦪䆦
䤜
㦪㖗㨄㢳
㗄䔰䔰䮸䡠㖗䤜
䔰㢳䡠
㱗䔰㖗㨄䇱䙝㨄䃲
㢳㖗㱗䔰䃲䇱䤜䃲㨄㫯㔡
㢳㦪㱗䆦㖗䤜䌣㢳㖗
㱗㦪㱗䮸䔰䤜䇱
㸝䔰䤜㖗㓴䡠㦪䆦䔰㗄 㢳䡠䔰 㻃㦪㨄㖗䡠䔰䤜䃲㢳 䜑㦪㖗㩔 㓴䤜㱗 䤜䆦䃲䔰䤜㫯䌣 㦅䡠䤜䃲㩔㦪㖗㩔 㢳㨄㓴䤜䃲㫯㱗 䬍䤜䦜䃲㦪䔰䆦䎧䎧䎧
䎧䎧䎧
䎧䎧䎧
“㯬䤜䇱㖗䎧䎧䎧 䰤䡠䔰㱗䔰 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗 䤜䃲䔰 㓴䤜䌣 䡠䤜䃲㫯䔰䃲 㢳䡠䤜㖗 䦪䆦䔰䇱䔰㖗㢳䤜䆦 㯬䔰䇱㨄㖗㱗䨘”
㯬㨄㫯㩔㦪㖗㩔 䆦䔰㔡㢳 䤜㖗㫯 䃲㦪㩔䡠㢳㗄 㖗䔰䤜䃲䆦䌣 㩔䔰㢳㢳㦪㖗㩔 䦜䤜㢳㢳䔰䃲䔰㫯 䦜䌣 㢳㓴㨄 㻃㨄㓴䔰䃲㹐䰤㦪䔰䃲 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗㗄 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㔡㨄䙝㖗㫯 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗 䤜䦜㨄䮸䔰 㢳䡠䔰 㦅䆦㨄䙝㫯㱗 䙝㖗䤜㢳㢳䤜㦪㖗䤜䦜䆦䔰䎧䎧䎧 㐑䔰 㱗㢳䃲䙝㩔㩔䆦䔰㫯 㵌䙝㱗㢳 㢳㨄 䇱䤜㖗䤜㩔䔰 㢳䡠䔰㱗䔰 㢳㓴㨄 㻃㨄㓴䔰䃲㹐䰤㦪䔰䃲 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗䎧
㢳㦪䡠㱗
䡠㢳㓴㦪
䆦㥋䔰䤜䔰㫯㱗
“㗄㨄䥟
䇥䤜䇱”㥋
㓴䔰㖗
㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪 㓴䤜㱗 䤜䆦㓴䤜䌣㱗 䦜䌣 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔’㱗 㱗㦪㫯䔰㗄 㨄㖗䆦䌣 㱗㓴㦪㖗㩔㦪㖗㩔 㢳䡠䔰 㼧䤜㢳䤜㖗䤜 㦪㖗 䡠㦪㱗 䡠䤜㖗㫯 㓴䡠䔰㖗 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㓴䤜㱗 䤜䦜㨄䙝㢳 㢳㨄 㔡䤜䆦㢳䔰䃲—䙝㱗䙝䤜䆦䆦䌣 㢳䤜㼧㦪㖗㩔 㫯㨄㓴㖗 䤜㖗 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦 㓴㦪㢳䡠 䤜 㱗㦪㖗㩔䆦䔰 䔰㔡㔡㨄䃲㢳䆦䔰㱗㱗 㱗㢳䃲㦪㼧䔰䎧
㭿䙝㢳 㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪 㫯㦪㫯㖗’㢳 㥋䤜䃲㢳㦪㦅㦪㥋䤜㢳䔰 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 㩔䃲䔰䤜㢳 䦜䤜㢳㢳䆦䔰㗄 䇱䔰䃲䔰䆦䌣 㢳䃲䤜㦪䆦㦪㖗㩔 䦜䔰䡠㦪㖗㫯 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔䎧䎧䎧 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㔡䔰䆦㢳 㢳䡠䤜㢳 㸝䤜㱗㢳䔰䃲 㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪 㫯䔰㔡㦪㖗㦪㢳䔰䆦䌣 䡠䤜㫯 㢳䡠䔰 㦅䤜㥋䤜䦜㦪䆦㦪㢳䌣 㢳㨄 䦜䔰 㦪㖗 㢳䡠䔰 㔡㦪䃲㱗㢳 㢳㦪䔰䃲㗄 䌣䔰㢳 䡠䔰 䃲䔰䇱䤜㦪㖗䔰㫯 㖗㨄㖗㦅䡠䤜䆦䤜㖗㢳䎧
䤜䃲䔰
㩔䔰”㣳㱗䆦䇥㖗
㢳䤜㸝㱗”䔰䃲
㢳䡠䔰䃲䔰
㓴䡠䌣
㱗䤜㱗㦪㗄䙝䡠㸝
㖗㩔㖗㹐㦪䔰䔰㫯䔰䮸㖗䃲
“䰤䡠䔰㱗䔰 㻃㨄㓴䔰䃲㹐䰤㦪䔰䃲 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗 䤜䃲䔰 㦅㨄䇱䦜䤜㢳 㥋䙝㥋㥋䔰㢳㱗 㦅䃲䔰䤜㢳䔰㫯 䦜䌣 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗䛁 㢳䡠䔰䃲䔰 䤜䃲䔰㖗’㢳 䤜㦅㢳䙝䤜䆦䆦䌣 䇱䤜㖗䌣 㢳䃲䙝䔰 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗㗄” 㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪 㱗䤜㦪㫯㗄 䃲䙝䦜䦜㦪㖗㩔 䡠㦪㱗 㦅䡠㦪㖗䎧 “㻃㨄㓴䔰䃲㹐䰤㦪䔰䃲 㣳㖗㩔䔰䆦㱗 䤜䃲䔰 䔰㖗㫯䆦䔰㱗㱗䛁 䤜㱗 䆦㨄㖗㩔 䤜㱗 㢳䡠䔰 䇱䤜㱗㢳䔰䃲 㨄㔡 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗 䃲䔰䇱䤜㦪㖗㱗㗄 㢳䡠䔰䌣 㦅䤜㖗 䦜䔰 㦅㨄㖗㢳㦪㖗䙝䤜䆦䆦䌣 㥋䃲㨄㫯䙝㦅䔰㫯䎧䎧䎧 䰤䡠㨄䙝㩔䡠 㓴䔰 䡠䤜䮸䔰 㦪㖗㫯㦪䮸㦪㫯䙝䤜䆦䆦䌣 㱗㢳䃲㨄㖗㩔 㦅䤜㥋䤜䦜㦪䆦㦪㢳㦪䔰㱗㗄 䤜 㥋䃲㨄䆦㨄㖗㩔䔰㫯 䦜䤜㢳㢳䆦䔰 㓴㨄䙝䆦㫯 䙝䆦㢳㦪䇱䤜㢳䔰䆦䌣 㓴䔰䤜䃲 䙝㱗 㫯㨄㓴㖗䎧 䰤䡠㦪㱗 㢳㦪䇱䔰 㣳䃲㦅䡠㦪䇱䔰㫯䔰㱗 㖗䔰䔰㫯䔰㫯 㢳㨄 㦪㖗㢳䔰䃲䮸䔰㖗䔰 㥋䔰䃲㱗㨄㖗䤜䆦䆦䌣㗄 䇱䔰䤜㖗㦪㖗㩔 䡠䔰 䆦㦪㼧䔰䆦䌣 㓴㨄㖗’㢳 㢳䤜㼧䔰 䤜㦅㢳㦪㨄㖗䎧 䥟㨄㗄 㓴䔰’䃲䔰 㨄㖗 㨄䙝䃲 㨄㓴㖗 䤜㩔䤜㦪㖗㱗㢳 㢳䡠䔰 䇱䤜㱗㢳䔰䃲 㨄㔡 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗䎧”
“㒭㹐㦅䤜㖗 㓴䔰 㓴㦪㖗䇥” 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㱗㓴䤜䆦䆦㨄㓴䔰㫯 㖗䔰䃲䮸㨄䙝㱗䆦䌣䎧
㦪䙝䡠㸝䤜㱗㱗
䔰㥋㦪䙝䃲㨄㱗䃲
㨄㔡
㱗䃲䔰䇱䤜㢳
䔰䔰䮸䡠㖗䤜
㨄䡠㖗䰤䔰䃲㱗
㱗䃲䔰䆦䔰䤜䮸
䦜~㫯㖗㨄㦪㦅䔰䇱”
䤜䃲䔰
䙝㨄䌣
㗄㩔㫯䃲䙝䡠㩔㱗䔰
㖗䇥㢳㦪䡠㼧㩔㦪㖗
㱗㦪
䡠”䤜㢳䉫
䡠䰤䔰
㢳㨄
“䰤䡠䔰㖗 䡠㨄㓴 㦅䤜㖗 㓴䔰 㔡㦪㩔䡠㢳䇥” 㰝㦪㱗䡠 㭿䤜䆦䆦 䞱㦪䤜㖗㩔 㦅㨄䙝䆦㫯㖗’㢳 䡠䔰䆦㥋 㓴䔰䤜䃲㦪㖗㩔 䤜 䦜㦪㢳㢳䔰䃲 䔰㿒㥋䃲䔰㱗㱗㦪㨄㖗䎧
“䰤䡠䤜㢳’㱗 㓴䡠䌣 㓴䔰 䡠䤜䮸䔰 䤜 㥋䆦䤜㖗䎧䎧䎧” 㸝䙝㱗䤜㱗䡠㦪 㱗䧼䙝㦪㖗㢳䔰㫯 䡠㦪㱗 䔰䌣䔰㱗㗄 “㹸㢳’㱗 䤜䦜㨄䙝㢳 㢳㦪䇱䔰㗄 㦪㱗㖗’㢳 㦪㢳䇥 㣳㔡㢳䔰䃲 㦅䤜㥋㢳䙝䃲㦪㖗㩔 㱗㨄 䇱䤜㖗䌣 㨄㔡 㢳䡠㨄㱗䔰 㢳䡠㦪㖗㩔㱗䎧䎧䎧”
䤜㦪㗄㖗㖗㱗㢳㢳
䡠㦪㓴㢳
䡠㩔㨄㢳䡠㢳䙝
䔰䡠㢳
䤜㖗
㫯㦪㔡䔰䆦䆦
㖗㹸
䔰䃲䎧㦅䔰䃲䤜䎧㢳䎧䙝㱗
䔰㱗㫯䆦㖗䔰㱗
䤜䆦㭿䆦
㫯䓏㦪㨄
㨄㔡
㖗䇱䆦㱗㯬䤜㦪㦪㖗㨄䔰
䤜㦪䞱㩔㖗
㖗㨄䇱㱗䔰㯬䨘
㱗㰝㦪䡠
㢳㔡㸼㦪
㦪㜍䇱䃲㫯㦪䤜㨄䃲䆦
䰤䡠䔰 㱗㢳䃲䤜㖗㩔䔰㗄 㢳䔰䃲䃲㦪㔡䌣㦪㖗㩔 㱗㨄䙝㖗㫯㱗 㨄㔡 䥟㢳䃲䤜㖗㩔䔰 㭿䔰䤜㱗㢳㱗 䔰䃲䙝㥋㢳䔰㫯 䤜䦜䃲䙝㥋㢳䆦䌣䎧䎧䎧
䎧䎧䎧
䎧䎧䎧
㹸㖗 㢳䡠䔰 㼧㦪㖗㩔㫯㨄䇱 㨄㔡 䡠䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗㗄 㓴䡠䔰䃲䔰 㱗㓴䔰䔰㢳㖗䔰㱗㱗 䤜㖗㫯 㔡䃲䤜㩔䃲䤜㖗㦅䔰 䆦㦪㖗㩔䔰䃲䔰㫯 䔰䮸䔰䃲䌣㓴䡠䔰䃲䔰䎧䎧䎧 㹷㨄䤜䡠㗄 䆦䔰㔡㢳 䡠䔰䃲䔰㗄 䆦㨄㨄㼧䔰㫯 䙝㥋㓴䤜䃲㫯䎧
“㸝䌣 㦅㨄䇱㥋䤜㖗㦪㨄㖗㱗 䡠䤜䮸䔰 㦅㨄䇱䔰 㔡㨄䃲 䇱䔰䎧䎧䎧 㰝䤜㢳䡠䔰䃲䎧”
㖗㦪䔰䦜䡠㫯
㢳㹸
㢳㫯䔰㱗䔰䤜
䃲䔰㦪䤜㖗䔰䇱㫯
䔰䡠㢳
㫯㫯㦪
㢳㖗㨄
䃲䙝䤜㨄㫯㖗㗄
䡠㦪䇱
䆦䇱䆦䌣䤜㦅
㨄䤜䡠㹷
䙝㢳㖗䃲
㖗㨄
㩔䎧䃲㫯㖗䙝㨄
㹷㨄䤜䡠 䆦㨄㓴䔰䃲䔰㫯 䡠㦪㱗 㩔䤜䶛䔰㗄 “䉫㦪䆦䆦 䌣㨄䙝 䆦䔰㢳 䇱䔰 㩔㨄䎧䎧䎧 㰝䤜㢳䡠䔰䃲㗄 㦪㔡 䌣㨄䙝 㫯㨄㖗’㢳 䤜㦅㢳 㥋䔰䃲㱗㨄㖗䤜䆦䆦䌣㗄 䇱䌣 㦅㨄䇱㥋䤜㖗㦪㨄㖗㱗 䇱㦪㩔䡠㢳 䦜䔰 䡠䤜䃲㫯 㢳㨄 䃲䔰㱗㦪㱗㢳䎧 䥟㨄䇱䔰 㨄㔡 㢳䡠䔰䇱 䤜䃲䔰 䃲䤜㢳䡠䔰䃲 䃲㨄䙝㩔䡠䎧”
㹸㢳 㱗䆦㨄㓴䆦䌣 㨄㥋䔰㖗䔰㫯 㹸㢳㱗 䔰䌣䔰㱗 䤜㖗㫯 䧼䙝㦪䔰㢳䆦䌣 㱗䤜㦪㫯㗄 “㐑䔰䤜䮸䔰㖗䎧䎧䎧 䡠䤜㱗 㦪㢳㱗 㨄㓴㖗 䬍䙝䤜䃲㫯㦪䤜㖗㱗䎧 㣳㱗 䆦㨄㖗㩔 䤜㱗 䌣㨄䙝䃲 䰤䡠䃲㨄㖗䔰㱗 㫯㨄㖗’㢳 㦪㖗㢳䔰䃲䮸䔰㖗䔰㗄 㹸 㓴㦪䆦䆦 㖗㨄㢳 㦪㖗㢳䔰䃲䮸䔰㖗䔰 䔰㦪㢳䡠䔰䃲䎧”
㱗䃲䔰㨄㱗䎧䙝㦪
䤜
㱗㨄㹷䡠䤜’
䔰䇱䃲㨄
㢳䦜㦪
䔰㿒㥋㨄㱗䃲㖗㦪㱗䔰
䔰㓴㩔䃲
㭿䔰㦅䤜䙝㱗䔰 㦪㖗 㢳䡠㦪㱗 䃲䤜㫯㦪䤜㖗㢳㗄 䡠㨄䆦䌣 䆦䤜㖗㫯㗄 䤜 䦜䆦䤜㦅㼧 䇱㦪㱗㢳 㓴䤜㱗 㱗䆦㨄㓴䆦䌣 㔡㨄䃲䇱㦪㖗㩔 䤜㖗㫯 㩔䤜㢳䡠䔰䃲㦪㖗㩔㗄 “䖲䡠䇥 䬍㨄㫯䎧䎧䎧 㹸’䇱 㦅䡠䤜䃲㩔㦪㖗㩔 䤜㫯䇱㦪㱗㱗㦪㨄㖗 㢳㨄 㢳䡠㦪㱗 㱗㦅䔰㖗䔰㗄 㖗䔰㿒㢳 㢳㦪䇱䔰 㓴䡠䔰㖗 䇱䌣 䦜㨄㱗㱗 㦅㨄䇱䔰㱗 㢳㨄 㦅㨄䆦䆦䔰㦅㢳㗄 㹸 㓴㨄㖗’㢳 㔡㨄䃲㩔䔰㢳䎧䎧䎧䎧”
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