Chapter 1247: Chapter 88: Big Pig Hoof
Xiamen, the small street of snacks in the bay area.
The vendors were shouting loudly, and people flowed in like a tide. The various fried aromas mixed together, making the air feel greasy.
At a seafood porridge stall, the steam rose thickly… The ascending steam gradually faded and then dissipated. Suddenly, a hand was pressed against a window pane from a distant stall up high in an old building.
The hand seemed to twitch and struggle, then grasped the glass desperately, and finally scratched against the glass, sliding down bit by bit… The bustling noise of the snack street pletely drowned out the sounds inside this small house.
In the living room of the house, Gong Fanxing was watching something called television out of boredom.
After a short while, a man pushed the door open and came out of the bedroom. Upon seeing this, Gong Fanxing immediately stretched her fiery body and took some tissues to hand to the man.
The man took the tissue to wipe his lips—Song Kuangyin.
Gong Fanxing glanced into the bedroom, where a horribly dead corpse was lying by the window… She frowned slightly and gave a gentle palm strike, instantly shattering the shriveled corpse into a pile of gray powder.
Song Kuangyin stood by the balcony, hands behind his back, as a large amount of Qi-Blood aura, like thick fog, swirled around him. Soon, this Qi-Blood all surged back into his body.
He turned around, looking slightly younger.
“Congratulations, Your Majesty,” Gong Fanxing softly said.
Song Kuangyin said indifferently, “A thousand years have passed. Most of my descendants have impure bloodlines, even waste. In these few days, I’ve found nine descendants with thin bloodlines, barely providing me with two years of longevity. What is there to celebrate?”
Gong Fanxing said helplessly, “Your Majesty, that Qin Chuyu is watching closely. Ever since we left Mount Tai, she’s been relentlessly chasing us… Finding your descendants on a large scale truly is difficult.”
Song Kuangyin was aware of this situation; both he and Gong Fanxing had encountered Qin Chuyu several times along the way—apart from the instance at Mount Tai, Qin Chuyu’s strength was evidently growing stronger each time.
The last confrontation was three days ago, where Gong Fanxing even suffered a small loss.
“This vixen, I didn’t expect her talent in swordsmanship to be so high.”
Gong Fanxing was slightly jealous, “When I first confronted her, I could easily suppress her. Who would have thought, after acquiring Taibai’s Green Lotus Sword Song, her Green Lotus Sword Tome skills would advance so rapidly… Each time, she manages to escape with ease.”
“Perhaps she’s using us as practice for her sword,” Song Kuangyin coldly snorted.
Gong Fanxing said helplessly, “The restive Taoist’s state of mind technique is truly terrifying; lifetime after lifetime not taking reincarnation, forcibly staying in the mortal realm to grow, cultivating multiple lives. Now, with nature’s spiritual energy restoring, this vixen certainly gained a lot of benefits too; she’s in the golden stage of enhancing her strength. I fear next time we meet, she will be even stronger. If not removed, this woman might ruin Your Majesty’s future grand plans… Why doesn’t Your Majesty directly seize Song Haoran’s bloodline? With his talent, he would surely restore Your Majesty to your prime. By then, naturally, you would not fear Qin Chuyu.”
Song Kuangyin looked at Gong Fanxing blankly, “She is only chasing you, trying to get information about Taibai from you. What does this have to do with me?”
Gong Fanxing bowed her head in submission… She is well aware of the ruthlessness of royalty, especially this man who unhesitatingly devours his descendants for longevity, pletely heartless and without mercy.
“That Song Haoran, I need him for the dragon contention,” Song Kuangyin said coldly. “As long as he has not yet achieved great success, I will not touch him. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Gong Fanxing replied coquettishly.
Song Kuangyin then said, “Starting now, separate from me and lead that woman away. I am going to visit the capital of this era.”
“To the capital?” Gong Fanxing furrowed her brow.
Song Kuangyin said indifferently, “These days, after inquiring from these descendants of the Zhao Family, I learned that there is a Zhao Family in the capital, claiming to be the legitimate descendants of my Zhao Clan. I plan to go take a look… Lead Qin Chuyu away or kill her, then e find me in the capital.”
Just as he finished speaking, both Song Kuangyin and Gong Fanxing’s expressions slightly changed as they simultaneously felt the sharp unmatched Sword Intent vibrating in the air… This Sword Intent was too familiar.
Gong Fanxing’s face darkened, nodding toward Song Kuangyin. There was no time to lament Song Kuangyin’s cruelty in making her bait, with her soul in his hand, she could only ply if she didn’t want to die.
Gong Fanxing straightforwardly said, “Your Majesty, take care.”
Saying so, Gong Fanxing exited the door, went up to the roof of the old building, and laughed softly toward a certain spot in the night sky, “Vixen, if you have the ability, find a deserted place with this aunt and have a proper fight!”
Gong Fanxing instantly darted toward the sea mouth, while the Sword Intent vibrating in the air followed without hesitation.
Song Kuangyin looked at the snack street below, murmuring to himself, “Zhao Family in the capital, I hope you won’t disappoint me…”
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…
“Ah? Leaving already?”
Mammy Ren came back earlier than usual today—being a boss now, she had much more freedom than before.
“About to board the plane.”
Mammy Ren tilted her head and then shrugged, “Calling him a Simpleton is really fitting; he always does things in such a silly manner… Whatever, let him go.”
She then pulled an envelope out of her handbag, “Kid, take this, it’s for you!”
“What is this?” Luo Qiu didn’t reach out to take it.
Seeing Luo Qiu’s disdain, Mammy Ren immediately bristled, rolling her eyes and slapping the envelope onto Luo Qiu’s chest, glaring, “A supplementary credit card! Overseas spending isn’t as convenient as here! No fee for exchanging foreign currency!”
Luo Qiu was slightly startled.
Mammy Ren went into a mode of earnest persuasion, putting an arm around Luo Qiu’s shoulder, “I’m telling you, being cash-strapped over there won’t do. Though you say there’s a scholarship, you need money for meals, for buying things, for hotels, don’t you? You can’t always use You Ye’s money, right? It’s a sin to use a woman’s money to book hotel rooms!”
Hmmm…
“But remember to use it, but don’t overdo it! Also, take care of your health! Still, I wouldn’t mind if you brought back a chubby baby for me next year, hahaha!”
“Go to sleep,” Luo Qiu said expressionlessly, gave Mammy Ren a glance, turned around, and went back to his room without another word.
“Couldn’t you show a little gratitude?” Ren Ziling was instantly infuriated.
Before entering, Luo Qiu sighed, “After I leave, if you get lonely, you can have Lizi move in; there’s an extra room, after all.”
Her heart warmed, and her smile became radiant.
…
At the desk, Luo Qiu placed the envelope containing the credit card into the drawer, locked it, and then turned on the desk lamp. He pulled out a copy of “A Brief History of Time” from the bookshelf and began reading it carefully.
…
…
The grains from the hometown were naturally impossible to find now, but she managed to find similar high-grade flour products—the white toast and a certain grain flavor in Nan Xiao Nan’s memory were quite close.
She carefully poured some jam from the bottle, spreading it on the toast.
She dared not spread too much, just a small amount, using a petite wooden spoon—Nan Xiao Nan reluctant to waste anything, even licked clean the jam stuck to the lid before quickly screwing it back on.
Life needs a sense of ritual, even when eating.
With a small piece of white toast, under the knife and fork etiquette, it took Nan Xiao Nan precious fifteen minutes to finish eating.
She naturally didn’t go to any employee dormitory but returned back to her original apartment—not too worried about what Luo Qiu had said, that her matters would continue.
Because she had already obtained the ‘qualification,’ acknowledged by the world, many of the magic techniques and means didn’t require the hard effort to constantly municate with the current sub-world to use—she now only had two things left to do.
Accumulating power units, continuing to expand her existing Star Creation Technique and Arcane Arts on the world rules level—because of obtaining the ‘qualification,’ these two power patterns already occupied a framework within the world’s rules—equivalent to a formally registered pany, the next step was to figure out how to fill it.
This was a long process, equivalent to having to replicate, in this sub-world, the results of these two techniques from thousands of years ago in her former sub-world, starting from scratch.
pared to that, accumulating power units seemed simple and convenient.
Her soul itself was quite powerful, and didn’t require special cultivation postures to independently accumulate power units—having the formal identity now, the speed of this accumulation was quite pleasing.
“It’s already 0.075 units.”
Nan Xiao Nan was quite satisfied with this progress—this was the achievement of her day—during the past two days, she had been wholeheartedly writing the techniques, not focusing on accumulating power units.
The increase in power units meant an improvement in self-preservation capability, her confidence naturally soared when facing unknown dangers—she mainly felt she wouldn’t be so unlucky to randomly encounter someone as strong as Luo Qiu.
But there’s no harm in being cautious.
After returning to the apartment, Nan Xiao Nan had always kept on True Sight, monitoring everything around her—otherwise, her accumulated power units might have been more.
Under True Sight ‘observation,’ the corpse of the assassin discovered days ago had already vanished. Nan Xiao Nan had also specially paid attention the past two days, and there were no related reports, apparently, the assassin’s body was taken away by panions.
That room didn’t leave any clues behind.
But Nan Xiao Nan didn’t relax, preferring a slower accumulation of power units to ensure her safety—thinking about the issue of safety, Nan Xiao Nan felt quite disappointed.
She wished the organization pursuing the identity ‘Nan Xiao Nan’ would take action while she stayed at Ren Ziling’s home—this could potentially leverage world will or Luo Qiu’s power to erase this organization once and for all.
Unfortunately, it was just a ‘disconnect,’ then ‘continue’ operation.
Nan Xiao Nan shook her head, tiptoed to place the jar of jam in the top cabinet, pushed it in—when the cabinet door was closed, Nan Xiao Nan swallowed heavily.
“Just one more spoonful! Just one more spoonful and I’ll stop!! If I eat it all, I’ll just offer myself as a self-remendation!!”
So she opened the cabinet again, then tiptoed, reaching up to grab, “What’s this?”
Nan Xiao Nan paused, looked at the item fished out from the uppermost shelf of the cabinet… a USB drive.
Nan Xiao Nan’s eyes shifted, she frowned, not caring for food as she swiftly walked to the desk, inserted the USB drive, and began browsing its contents.
The fluorescent screen flickered in her pupils.
Nan Xiao Nan’s expression gradually became a bit peculiar.
“These things are…”
…
Light reflected off the rear window of the blue Maserati Quattroporte, the floating gleam swept across Song Ying’s fair face.
Crossed legs rested a MacBook Pro which she was intently watching on screen. In the front seat were the driver and a bodyguard, and there was another Alpha following the car carrying several bodyguards.
“Miss, with our funds, we shouldn’t need to seek collaboration, right?”
The person speaking was an assistant sitting next to Song Ying, temporarily transferred from the Song Family’s secret village school, just starting in the new pany’s business—despite this, after seeing the new pany’s documents, the assistant’s expression inevitably became unusual.
The pany’s registered owner wasn’t Song Ying but Young Master Qiu—Miss Song Ying had no shares in the pany, only drawing an executive director’s salary.
This inevitably led the high-achieving student from the village school to speculative thoughts about the internal affairs of the Song Family.
“We are not short of funds.” Song Ying closed the laptop, “But we lack time and location. This time, we’re meeting Mr. Haus who owns quite good factories in Hua Country, with well-established sales channels, and has deep cooperation with the Zhao Family, one of the Four Great Families of the capital in Hua Country. If we can use Mr. Haus as a platform, we can quickly secure our footing.”
“Are these materials prepared for you by Ms. Zhang?” asked the assistant curiously.
Song Ying replied indifferently, “Just mutual benefits. Mrs. Zhang is a significant figure in the mercial circles in southern Hua Country, especially with several business association big shots in this province being her disciples, these resources wouldn’t go unused. Besides, we handle quite a few things yearly for the Li Family of this lady, with the Song Family getting the chance to return for development, she naturally would be pleased to do us this favor.”
“This old lady isn’t easy to deal with.” The assistant shook his head, then jokingly said, “Miss, you previously didn’t like dealing with these old stiffs, now putting so much effort into Young Master Qiu’s pany, if he finds out, he’ll surely be moved!”
“I’d be damned! I’d be lucky if he’s not mad at me! He’s been nowhere to be found the past few days! Didn’t I just say he doesn’t have to worry about it, clearly just being polite, yet he truly treats it as if there’s nothing!!”
“Sigh, Miss, you shouldn’t have been so quick with Young Master Qiu…” The assistant sighed, “Men are just big clods.”
In broad daylight, inside the car with Young Master Qiu and Miss Song Ying spending considerable time together, when Miss Ying mentioned the issue with her sore waist, it had already spread back to the mysterious small village of the Song Family in South America via ‘Let me tell you something but you must not tell anyone’ channel, it seemed no longer a secret.
“What?” Song Ying paused.
What does big clod mean…
However, at this moment, the car suddenly stopped, and the driver turned back: “Miss, we’ve arrived.”
魯
盧
䁟㕲
盧
櫓
䡙䭳㛙䁟㙉㻆
䭳㙉䡙
擄
老
䁟䙪
老
䭳䡙㙉
蘆
虜
㫆䕴㙉㬗䡙䪛㻦
㙉㝾䭳䡙㕲㙉䴣㙉䡙䡙㗠㤪㕲㬗
㕲䁟㪹䡙䐸㛙
虜
㛙䙪䕴䁟䁟
㼌㕲 䡙㛙㗡䡙䕴㛙䴣 䙪䁟䕴䡙㫆䐸㕲 䐸䡙㕲㙉㛙䡙䋸䪛㕲 㝾㫆㙉䭳 㝾䭳㫆㙉䡙 䭳䪛㫆䕴 䐸䪛㚬䡙㗡 䁟㪹㙉 䪛㙉 㙉䭳䡙 㕲㫆䐸䭳㙉 㤪䗤䡙㕲䡙䕴䴣㻆 㼌㙉 㙉䭳䡙 㤪䪛䋸䡙 㙉㫆䋸䡙䮮 䪛 䴣䁟㪹㕲䐸 䋸䪛㕲 㤪㙉䕴䁟㗡䡙 㫆㕲 䙪䕴䁟䋸 䁟㪹㙉㤪㫆㗡䡙㻆
“㸀䁟㤪㤪䮮 㝾䡙’㬗䡙 䙪䁟㪹㕲㗡 㶍䪛㕲 㝒㫆䪛䁟 㶍䪛㕲䔈 㤪䭳䡙’㤪 䕴䡙㙉㪹䕴㕲䡙㗡 㙉䁟 䭳䡙䕴 䙪䁟䕴䋸䡙䕴 䪛䮤䪛䕴㙉䋸䡙㕲㙉㻆”
䭳䊪䡙
䠢䁟㙉䁟
㝾㫆䮮䗤㙉䡙
䡙㙉䪛䦹䕴㤪
㕲䪛㗡
㪹䮤䁟䮤㤪㙉䕴
㫆䭳䋸㻆
䡙㙉䮤㤪
㤪㗡䪛㕲㙉
䡙䡙䡙㗡䋸㤪
䋸䮤䐸㙉䮤䕴㕲㫆䁟
㕲䪛䡙䗤䭳㫆䕴䡙䠢㗡䙪䭳
㕲䪛㗡
䭳㤪㫆
㝾㗠䡙䭳䕴㫆㗡䪛㫆䡙㙉䭳
䭳㤪㫆
䁟㙉
㕲㙉䭳䡙
䮤䡙㙉䮮䁟䗤䠢
䕴䁟䋸䙪
䡙䡙㛙䕴㗡
䁟㗡䡙䕴䗤㬗䡙
䪛
㪹䦹㙉䪛䁟
䁟㙉
㪹䮮䮤
䴣㛙䐸㫆㙉㛙䭳
䭳䡙㙉
㗡䡙䭳䁟䗤㪹䐸
䪛㕲䋸
䴣㕲䁟㪹䐸
㤪㛙㫆䮮䮤
䕴䕴㝾䁟䪛䙪㗡
“㑺䁟㪹’㬗䡙 䦹䡙䡙㕲 㪹㕲䪛䦹㛙䡙 㙉䁟 䙪㫆㕲㗡 䭳䡙䕴 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 䮤䪛㤪㙉 㗡䪛䴣㤪䮮 䴣䡙㙉 䁟㕲㛙䴣 䕴䡙䪛㛙㫆㚬䡙㗡 㝾䭳䡙㕲 㤪䭳䡙 䕴䡙㙉㪹䕴㕲䡙㗡 㙉䁟 㙉䭳䡙 䪛䮤䪛䕴㙉䋸䡙㕲㙉㻆” 䊪䭳䡙 㝾䭳㫆㙉䡙㗠䭳䪛㫆䕴䡙㗡 䡙㛙㗡䡙䕴 㛙䁟䁟䠢䡙㗡 䗤䪛㛙䋸㛙䴣 䪛㙉 㙉䭳䡙 䴣䁟㪹㕲䐸 䋸䪛㕲 䦹䡙㤪㫆㗡䡙 䭳㫆䋸䮮 “䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣䮮 㤪䭳䁟㪹㛙㗡 䩫 㤪㙉䪛䕴㙉 㗡䁟㪹䦹㙉㫆㕲䐸 䴣䁟㪹䕴 䗤䁟䋸䮤䡙㙉䡙㕲䗤䡙䋓”
䊪䭳䡙 䴣䁟㪹㕲䐸 䋸䪛㕲䮮 䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣䮮 㛙䁟㝾䡙䕴䡙㗡 䭳㫆㤪 䭳䡙䪛㗡 䪛㕲㗡 䭳䡙㤪㫆㙉䪛㙉䡙㗡 㙉䁟 㤪䮤䡙䪛䠢—䙪䁟䕴䮮 㙉䕴㪹㙉䭳䙪㪹㛙㛙䴣䮮 㙉䭳䡙䕴䡙 㝾䡙䕴䡙 㙉㝾䁟 㙉䭳㫆㕲䐸㤪 䭳䡙 㤪㙉㫆㛙㛙 㗡㫆㗡㕲’㙉 㮉㪹㫆㙉䡙 㪹㕲㗡䡙䕴㤪㙉䪛㕲㗡㻆
㫆䙪㛙䕴䡙
䭳䡙㙉
䭳䁟㻆㙉㤪
䡙㙉䪛䋸
䪛䭳㗡
㕲䡙䁟
䋸䦹㪹䡙㕲䕴
䊪䭳䡙
㫆䁟㝒䪛
㕲䴣䁟㛙
䙪䋸䕴䁟
䁟㝾㕲
䕴㪹䋸㕲䡙䦹
䭳䡙䊪
㫆㤪䡙㻆㙉
䡙㕲㙉㤪
䪛㙉
㤪䕴㕲䮤㫆䡙
㕲䁟䙪㪹㗡
䪛
䙪䡙㛙䮮䕴㫆
䪛㪹㤪䦹䋸䭳
‘㕲䁟㙉㛙㪹䗤㗡
㙉䡙㤪㕲
㫆㕲㤪䁟䕴㕲㙉㪹㫆
㗡㗡䡙䪛
㛙䠢㛙㫆
㪹䮤
㫆䭳㤪
䪛㤪㝾
㝾䪛㤪
䡙䕴㗡䙪㫆
㗡㕲䪛
‘㤪䟐
㶍䪛㕲
䪛㤪㤪䪛㤪㕲㫆㤪
䙪䕴㤪㫆㙉
䪛㕲䗤㛙䡙
䡙㪹䦹㙉㛙㛙
㙉㙉䪛䭳
䡙㙉䭳
㬗䡙㕲䡙
䁟㙉
䮮㶍㕲䪛
䁟䙪
䮮䟐
䡙䗤㤪㙉䪛䕴
㫆䡙㤪䕴㕲䮤
㗡㕲䙪㫆
㙉䁟
䦹䴣
䀩䁟䕴䡙䁟㬗䡙䕴䮮 㕲㪹䋸䦹䡙䕴 䟐 㤪䭳䁟㪹㛙㗡 㕲䁟㙉 䭳䪛㬗䡙 䕴䡙㛙䡙䪛㤪䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 㤪㕲㫆䮤䡙䕴 䕴㫆䙪㛙䡙 䦹䡙䙪䁟䕴䡙 㗡䴣㫆㕲䐸䔈 䙪䕴䁟䋸 䭳㫆㤪 䮤䕴䁟㕲䡙 䮤䁟㤪㫆㙉㫆䁟㕲䮮 䭳䡙 㝾䪛㤪 㛙㫆䠢䡙㛙䴣 䁟㕲 㙉䭳䡙 㝾㫆㕲㗡䁟㝾㤪㫆㛙㛙 䪛㙉 㙉䭳䡙 䋸䁟䋸䡙㕲㙉 䭳䡙 㝾䪛㤪 㤪䭳䁟㙉䮮 䕴䡙䪛㗡䴣 㙉䁟 㤪㕲㫆䮤䡙㻆
䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣 䕴䡙䗤䪛㛙㛙䡙㗡 㙉䭳䪛㙉 㕲㪹䋸䦹䡙䕴 䟐 䡙㬗䡙㕲 䗤䁟䋸䋸㪹㕲㫆䗤䪛㙉䡙㗡 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䭳㫆䋸 䦹䡙䙪䁟䕴䡙 䗤䁟㕲䙪㫆䕴䋸㫆㕲䐸 㙉䭳䡙 㤪䭳䁟㙉㻆
䭳䁟䡙㙉䕴
㤪䪛䴣䮮㗡
㙉䡙䁟䭳㤪
㶍㕲䪛
㕲㫆
䪛㕲㶍
䕴䡙㙉㕲䗤䡙
㙉䡙䴣
䡙㤪䡙
䊪䡙䭳
‘㙉㕲㛙㗡㪹䗤䁟
䡙䭳䕴
㙉䪛
㤪㫆䡙㪹㤪
䁟䪛㝒㫆
㤪䪛㝾
㤪䪛㫆㗡
䭳㤪䡙
䗤㫆䠢䪛䕴㙉㕲䐸
㕲㫆䡙䡙㗡㗡
㙉㙉䭳䪛
䁟䠢䕴㻆䐸㕲㝾㻆㻆㫆
䪛㤪㝾
䪛㛙㛙
䭳㙉䴣䡙
“䟄䭳䴣 䪛䕴䡙㕲’㙉 䴣䁟㪹 㤪䮤䡙䪛䠢㫆㕲䐸䋓” 䊪䭳䡙 㝾䭳㫆㙉䡙㗠䭳䪛㫆䕴䡙㗡 䡙㛙㗡䡙䕴 䕴䪛㫆㤪䡙㗡 䭳㫆㤪 㬗䁟㫆䗤䡙 㤪㛙㫆䐸䭳㙉㛙䴣㻆
䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣 䕴䡙䮤㛙㫆䡙㗡 㤪䡙䕴㫆䁟㪹㤪㛙䴣䮮 “䩫’㬗䡙 㗡㫆㤪䮤䪛㙉䗤䭳䡙㗡 㕲㪹䋸䦹䡙䕴㤪 䙪䁟㪹䕴 䪛㕲㗡 䙪㫆㬗䡙䔈 㙉䭳䡙䴣’䕴䡙 㝾䪛㙉䗤䭳㫆㕲䐸 䭳䡙䕴 㮑㔈䘰䟐㻆 䩫䙪 㾝㫆㕲 㫆㤪 䕴䡙䪛㛙㛙䴣 㕲䁟㙉 㗡䡙䪛㗡䮮 䭳䡙 㝾㫆㛙㛙 䦹䡙 䡙䓿䮤䁟㤪䡙㗡䮮 䪛㕲㗡 䩫’㛙㛙 䗤䪛䮤㙉㪹䕴䡙 䭳㫆䋸 䪛㕲㗡 䮤䡙䕴㤪䁟㕲䪛㛙㛙䴣 䦹䕴㫆㕲䐸 䭳㫆䋸 䦹䡙䙪䁟䕴䡙 䴣䁟㪹䮮 䦹䁟㤪㤪㻆”
䁟㗡䐸䁟
䡙䪛㛙㗡䡙䓿䭳
㝾䭳㗡䡙㫆䡙㙉䪛㫆㗠䭳䕴
䴣㪹䕴䁟
䩫”
䡙㕲”㝾㻆㤪
䴣㝾㛙㤪㛙䁟㻆
䪛䪛㫆㙉㝾
䡙䭳䊪
㛙㗡䕴䡙䡙
㼌㙉 㙉䭳䪛㙉 䋸䁟䋸䡙㕲㙉䮮 䪛 䋸䪛㕲 㫆㕲 䪛 㤪㪹㫆㙉 䕴䡙㤪䮤䡙䗤㙉䙪㪹㛙㛙䴣 䡙㕲㙉䡙䕴䡙㗡䮮 “䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪䮮 㙉䭳䡙䕴䡙’㤪 䪛 䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸 䁟㪹㙉㤪㫆㗡䡙 㝾䭳䁟 㝾㫆㤪䭳䡙㤪 㙉䁟 㤪䡙䡙 䴣䁟㪹㻆㻆㻆 㤪䭳䡙 䭳䪛㤪 䡙㕲㙉䕴㪹㤪㙉䡙㗡 䋸䡙 㝾㫆㙉䭳 㤪䁟䋸䡙㙉䭳㫆㕲䐸 䙪䁟䕴 䴣䁟㪹㻆”
䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣 㙉䁟䁟䠢 㙉䭳䡙 䡙㕲㬗䡙㛙䁟䮤䡙 䙪䕴䁟䋸 㙉䭳䡙 䋸䪛㕲’㤪 䭳䪛㕲㗡 䪛㕲㗡䮮 㪹䮤䁟㕲 䁟䮤䡙㕲㫆㕲䐸 㫆㙉䮮 䙪䁟㪹㕲㗡 䪛 䮤㫆䡙䗤䡙 䁟䙪 䗤䪛䕴㗡䦹䁟䪛䕴㗡㻆
䭳㙉䡙
䡙䭳
䭳㙉䡙
䕴䮮䦹䪛㗡䪛䁟㗡䕴䗤
䭳㗡㗡䡙䪛㕲
㙉䁟
䪛䭳㙉㕲
㫆㙉
䀩㻆䕴
㝾㗡䭳䡙㫆㗠䕴䡙㙉㫆䪛䭳
䡙㙉䕴䭳䪛䕌
䁟㕲䮤䡙
䪛㤪㻆䧬㪹
㻆䡙㻆㛙㻆㗡䡙䕴
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 䁟䮤䡙㕲䡙㗡 㫆㙉 䪛㕲㗡 䙪䕴䁟㝾㕲䡙㗡䮮 㙉䭳䡙㕲 㙉㪹䕴㕲䡙㗡 㙉䁟 㙉䭳䡙 䋸䪛㕲 㝾䭳䁟 䭳䪛㗡 䡙㕲㙉䡙䕴䡙㗡䮮 “䥃㫆㗡 㙉䭳㫆㤪 䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸 䦹䕴㫆㕲䐸 䪛㕲䴣䁟㕲䡙 䪛㛙䁟㕲䐸䋓”
䊪䭳䡙 䋸䪛㕲 䕴䡙㤪䮤䁟㕲㗡䡙㗡䮮 “䧛䭳䡙 㤪䡙䡙䋸㤪 㙉䁟 䭳䪛㬗䡙 䪛㕲 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 䪛㕲㗡 㤪䡙㬗䡙䕴䪛㛙 㫆㕲㗡㫆㬗㫆㗡㪹䪛㛙㤪 㝾䭳䁟 䪛䮤䮤䡙䪛䕴 㙉䁟 䦹䡙 䦹䁟㗡䴣䐸㪹䪛䕴㗡㤪㻆”
䕴”䐸䡙㼌䪛䕴㕲
㙉’䡙㛙㤪
䐸㕲㕲㗡䮮䁟㫆㗡
䧬䪛㤪㪹
㻆䕴䀩
䪛
䋸䧬䋸”㻆㻆”㻆
䡙䭳”䕴㻆
䁟䕴䙪
䋸䡙㙉䡙
䕴㗡䮤䁟䡙㕲㗡䡙
䕴䡙䡙䦹䙪䁟
䁟䋸㕲㙉䡙䋸
㫆㙉䮮
“㔥㕲㗡䡙䕴㤪㙉䁟䁟㗡㻆” 䊪䭳䡙 䋸䪛㕲 䮤䕴䁟䋸䮤㙉㛙䴣 㙉㪹䕴㕲䡙㗡 䪛㕲㗡 㛙䡙䙪㙉㻆
䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣 㝾䪛㤪 䮤㪹㚬㚬㛙䡙㗡 䪛㙉 㙉䭳㫆㤪 㙉㫆䋸䡙䮮 “㸀䁟㤪㤪䮮 㝾䭳䁟 㫆㤪 㙉䭳㫆㤪 䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸䋓”
䁟䙪
㙉㤪䋸㪹
䠢㕲㝾䁟
䧛㕲䁟䐸
䦹㪹㙉
㗡䗤䪛䕴
㫆㤪䭳
㕲㫆
㪹䦹㙉
㫆䕴䡙䪛㤪㗡
㫆䭳㤪
䮤㤪䗤”䡙䡙㙉䕴㻆
䩫
䁟㕲㝾䠢
䭳㗡䪛䡙
䀩㻆䕴
䁟㗡
㕲’㗡㙉䁟
㫆㙉䭳㤪
䪛㕲䮮䭳㗡
“䩫
䭳㝾䁟
㤪䭳㙉㫆
䕴䪛㻆㻆䗤㗡㻆
㤪䀩㤪㫆
㫆㤪
㙉䴣䡙䮮
䠢㫆㗡㕲
䁟䁟㤪䠢䭳
䡙㙉䭳
䡙㕲䁟
䁟䭳㝾
㤪㕲㝾䁟
䋸䁟䡙㤪
䪛㪹㤪䧬
䕴䁟䙪䙪䡙
“䟄䭳䁟 㫆㤪 㫆㙉䋓”
“䊪䭳䡙 䭳䡙䪛㗡 䁟䙪 䧬㪹䪛 㘇䁟㪹㕲㙉䕴䴣’㤪 㤪䁟㪹㙉䭳䡙䕴㕲 䦹㪹㤪㫆㕲䡙㤪㤪 㗡㫆㤪㙉䕴㫆䗤㙉䮮 䀩䕴㤪㻆 䡟䭳䪛㕲䐸 䁟䙪 㙉䭳䡙 䡟䭳䪛㕲䐸 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣㻆” 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 䮤㪹㙉 㙉䭳䡙 䗤䪛䕴㗡 䪛㝾䪛䴣䮮 “㼌䗤䗤䁟䋸䮤䪛㕲䴣 䋸䡙 㙉䁟 䋸䡙䡙㙉 䭳䡙䕴㻆 䊪䭳㫆㤪 㛙䪛㗡䴣 㝾䁟㪹㛙㗡 㕲䁟㙉 䡙䪛㤪㫆㛙䴣 㝾䕴㫆㙉䡙 䪛 㛙䡙㙉㙉䡙䕴 䁟䙪 㫆㕲㙉䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤㙉㫆䁟㕲䮮 㤪䁟 䪛㕲䴣䁟㕲䡙 㝾䭳䁟 䗤䪛㕲 䡙㕲䐸䪛䐸䡙 䭳䡙䕴 䋸㪹㤪㙉 䮤䁟㤪㤪䡙㤪㤪 㤪䁟䋸䡙 䪛䦹㫆㛙㫆㙉䴣㻆”
㗡㻆㕲㗡䁟䡙㗡
䴣㫆䋸䈚䋸
㻆”㔥㕲㗡䁟㗡䡙䕴㤪䁟”㙉
㻆㻆㻆
䩫㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䕴䡙䗤䡙䮤㙉㫆䁟㕲 䕴䁟䁟䋸㻆
䡙䕴㙉㙉䁟㙉䕴
䁟䴣㪹
䴣䁟㪹
㸀”䴣
䴣䦹
䋸㕲㗡䡙䁟䡙㫆㙉㕲
䦹䐸㫆
䡙㫆㛙”䪛䕴䋓䡙䕴
‘䮤䐸㫆㤪
㙉䡙䭳
㗡㫆㗡
㙉㝾䭳䪛
䮮㝾䴣䪛
䪛䋸䡙㕲
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 㤪䪛㙉 㬗䡙䕴䴣 㪹䮤䕴㫆䐸䭳㙉 㫆㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䕴䡙䗤䡙䮤㙉㫆䁟㕲 䕴䁟䁟䋸䮮 䭳䪛㬗㫆㕲䐸 䕴䡙䗤䪛㛙㛙䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 㪹㕲䙪㫆㕲㫆㤪䭳䡙㗡 䗤䁟㕲㬗䡙䕴㤪䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲 㫆㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䗤䪛䕴䔈 㤪䭳䡙 㤪㛙㫆䐸䭳㙉㛙䴣 㙉㪹䕴㕲䡙㗡 㙉䁟 䪛㤪䠢 㙉䭳䡙 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 䦹䡙㤪㫆㗡䡙 䭳䡙䕴㻆
“䩫㙉’㤪㻆㻆㻆 㫆㙉’㤪 䪛㕲 㫆㕲㙉䡙䕴㕲䡙㙉 㙉䡙䕴䋸 䙪䕴䁟䋸 䧬㪹䪛 㘇䁟㪹㕲㙉䕴䴣䔈 䕴䡙䗤䡙㕲㙉㛙䴣 㤪䪛㝾 㫆㙉 䁟㕲 䪛 㝾䡙䦹 㤪䡙䕴㫆䡙㤪䮮 㫆㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䗤䁟䋸䋸䡙㕲㙉㤪—㫆㙉 䐸䡙㕲䡙䕴䪛㛙㛙䴣 䋸䡙䪛㕲㤪 䋸䡙㕲 䪛䕴䡙 䐸䕴䡙䪛㙉 㫆㕲 䡙㬗䡙䕴䴣 㝾䪛䴣䮮 䡙䓿䗤䡙䮤㙉 㙉䭳䡙䴣’䕴䡙 䗤䪛䕴䡙㛙䡙㤪㤪 䪛㕲㗡 㤪㛙䁟㝾㗠㝾㫆㙉㙉䡙㗡㻆”
㪹䭳䭳䁟䴣㻆㪹㛙䙪䐸㙉㛙㙉
“㻆䭳㻆㻆”㴽
㗡䪛㕲
㑺䐸㕲㫆
䧛㕲䐸䁟
㗡䁟㗡㗡䡙㕲
䡙㛙㚬㫆䕴䡙䪛㗡
䌛㪹䁟 㾝㫆㪹 䗤䪛䕴䡙㛙䡙㤪㤪㻆㻆㻆䋓 䥃䁟䡙㤪㕲’㙉 㤪䡙䡙䋸 㛙㫆䠢䡙 㫆㙉䮮 㗡䁟䡙㤪 㫆㙉䋓
䧛㛙䁟㝾㗠㝾㫆㙉㙉䡙㗡䮮 䁟㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䁟㙉䭳䡙䕴 䭳䪛㕲㗡㻆㻆㻆
㙉䋸䡙㕲䁟㻆䋸
䭳㫆㤪㙉
㼌㙉
䊪䭳䡙 㤪䁟㪹㕲㗡 䁟䙪 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䁟䁟䕴 䁟䮤䡙㕲㫆㕲䐸 㫆㕲㙉䡙䕴䕴㪹䮤㙉䡙㗡 䀩㫆㤪㤪 㑺㫆㕲䐸’㤪 㝾䪛㕲㗡䡙䕴㫆㕲䐸 㙉䭳䁟㪹䐸䭳㙉㤪 䪛㤪 䪛 㝾䭳㫆㙉䡙㗠䭳䪛㫆䕴䡙㗡 䡙㛙㗡䡙䕴 䭳䁟㛙㗡㫆㕲䐸 䪛 䗤䪛㕲䡙 㤪㛙䁟㝾㛙䴣 㝾䪛㛙䠢䡙㗡 㫆㕲䮮 䙪䁟㛙㛙䁟㝾䡙㗡 䦹䴣 䪛 䭳䪛㕲㗡㤪䁟䋸䡙 䴣䁟㪹㕲䐸 䋸䪛㕲㻆
㼌㤪 㙉䭳䡙 㘇㹏㴽 䁟䙪 䧛䁟㕲䐸 䥃䴣㕲䪛㤪㙉䴣 䙪䁟䕴 䁟㬗䡙䕴 䪛 䴣䡙䪛䕴䮮 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 䭳䪛㗡 䡙㕲䗤䁟㪹㕲㙉䡙䕴䡙㗡 㕲㪹䋸䡙䕴䁟㪹㤪 䴣䁟㪹㕲䐸 㙉䪛㛙䡙㕲㙉㤪—㙉䭳䡙 㛙㫆䠢䡙㤪 䁟䙪 㙉䭳㫆㤪 䴣䁟㪹㙉䭳 㝾㫆㙉䭳 㤪㪹䗤䭳 㫆㕲㙉䡙㕲㤪㫆㙉䴣 㝾䡙䕴䡙 䕴䪛䕴䡙㻆
㝾㛙䡙䭳㫆
䕴䁟䪛䋸䁟㕲䙪㕲㙉㫆㫆
䡙㝾䁟䕴䮮㬗䧬䡙
䡙㤪㗡’䭳
䭳䡙㤪
䦹㪹䁟䪛㙉
䕴䀩㻆
㤪䪛䕴㙉䡙㙉㗡
䪛䗤䕴㕲㫆䡙䐸㛙㛙
㙉䡙䭳
㕲䁟
㤪䪛㝾
䋸㫆䭳
㫆䋸䕴䮤䪛䕴䴣
䡙㻆㗡䪛䕴
䕴䡙䭳
䁟䙪㪹㤪䗤
䪛㪹㤪䧬䮮
䊪䭳㫆㤪 䡙㛙㗡䡙䕴㛙䴣 䋸䪛㕲 㝾䪛㤪 䪛㛙䕴䡙䪛㗡䴣 㕲㫆㕲䡙㙉䴣 䴣䡙䪛䕴㤪 䁟㛙㗡䮮 䭳䪛㬗㫆㕲䐸 䡙䓿䮤䡙䕴㫆䡙㕲䗤䡙㗡 䟄䁟䕴㛙㗡 䟄䪛䕴 䩫䩫䮮 䙪䁟䕴䋸䡙䕴㛙䴣 㤪䡙䕴㬗䡙㗡 䪛㤪 䪛 䗤䪛䮤㙉䪛㫆㕲 㫆㕲 䪛 䗤䡙䕴㙉䪛㫆㕲 䗤䁟㪹㕲㙉䕴䴣䮮 㝾䪛㤪 䪛 㤪䋸㪹䐸䐸㛙䡙䕴 䁟䙪 䮤䭳䪛䕴䋸䪛䗤䡙㪹㙉㫆䗤䪛㛙 㗡䕴㪹䐸㤪 䦹䡙䙪䁟䕴䡙 㙉䭳䡙 㝾䪛䕴䮮 䡙㛙䡙㬗䪛㙉㫆㕲䐸 䭳㫆㤪 㤪㙉䪛㙉㪹㤪 䦹䴣 㤪䋸㪹䐸䐸㛙㫆㕲䐸 㤪䗤䪛䕴䗤䡙 䋸䡙㗡㫆䗤㫆㕲䡙㤪 㪹㕲㗡䡙䕴 䋸㫆㛙㫆㙉䪛䕴䴣 䕴䪛㕲䠢 㗡㪹䕴㫆㕲䐸 㝾䪛䕴㙉㫆䋸䡙㻆
䩫㕲 㙉䭳䡙 㛙䪛㙉䡙 䛫㦩㤽䦅㤪 䪛㕲㗡 䡙䪛䕴㛙䴣 䛫㦩㦩䦅㤪䮮 䭳䡙 㝾䪛㤪 䪛 䭳㫆䐸䭳㛙䴣 䕴䡙㕲䁟㝾㕲䡙㗡 䮤䭳䪛䕴䋸䪛䗤䡙㪹㙉㫆䗤䪛㛙 䋸䡙䕴䗤䭳䪛㕲㙉 䪛㕲㗡 䮤䭳㫆㛙䪛㕲㙉䭳䕴䁟䮤㫆㤪㙉 㫆㕲 㹏㪹䕴䁟䮤䡙䮮 䪛㕲㗡 䦹䴣 㙉䭳䡙 㛙䪛㙉䡙 䛫㦩㦩䦅㤪䮮 㝾䪛㤪 䡙㬗䡙㕲 䠢㕲㫆䐸䭳㙉䡙㗡 䦹䴣 㙉䭳䡙 䥃䪛㕲㫆㤪䭳 䕌䁟䴣䪛㛙 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣㻆
䊪䡙㕲
䪛䡙䐸㕲䦹
䪛㤪䕴䡙䋸㙉䮮䠢
㫆㛙㛙䴣㕲㫆㙉䪛㫆
䪛䮤㗡䓿䐸㕲㕲䡙㫆
䐸䪛䁟䮮
䧬㪹䪛
㫆㙉䪛䐸䡙䕴㕲㙉䐸
㕲㙉㘇䕴䴣䁟㪹㻆
䭳䡙
䡙䪛䕴㤪䴣
䁟㤪䡙㬗䡙䕴䪛㤪
㫆㙉䁟㕲
㸢䁟䕴 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䪛㤪㙉 㙉㝾䁟 䴣䡙䪛䕴㤪䮮 䭳䡙’㤪 㤪䮤䡙㕲㙉 㤪㪹䦹㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉㫆䪛㛙 㙉㫆䋸䡙 㫆㕲 䧬㪹䪛 㘇䁟㪹㕲㙉䕴䴣䮮 䁟㪹㙉㝾䪛䕴㗡㛙䴣 㤪㙉䪛㙉㫆㕲䐸 㫆㙉’㤪 㗡㪹䡙 㙉䁟 䭳㫆㤪 䪛䙪䙪㫆㕲㫆㙉䴣 䙪䁟䕴 䧬㪹䪛 㘇䁟㪹㕲㙉䕴䴣’㤪 䁟䮤䡙䕴䪛 䗤㪹㛙㙉㪹䕴䡙㻆㻆㻆
“䧬䡙㛙㛙䁟䮮 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪㻆”
㪹㙉䁟
䡙㛙㗡䕴䡙
䡙㙉䭳
䕴㻆䀩
㙉䗤䮤䕴䁟㬗䡙䪛㫆
䕴䡙䗤䡙㙉㤪䮤
㕲䐸㑺㫆
䡙㤪㻆䪛䗤䡙㕲㤪䴣䕴㻆㻆
䁟䙪䕴
䁟㙉䭳㸀
㝾㙉㫆䭳
㪹㤪䪛䧬
㗡䪛㕲
䐸㕲㫆䕴䐸䡙䡙㙉
䁟䙪
㝾㤪䪛
䐸㫆㤪䡙䠢㕲䡙
䐸䧛㕲䁟
䪛㤪
䪛
㛙㫆䋸䡙㤪㻆
䮤䪛䕴㙉䴣
䮤䁟㫆䁟䕴㙉䡙䁟䗤㕲䮮䪛
䪛
㙉䁟㪹
䪛䡙䕴䭳㗡䡙䗤
䁟㙉
“䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸㻆”
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 䋸䡙䕴䡙㛙䴣 䡙䓿㙉䡙㕲㗡䡙㗡 䭳㫆㤪 䭳䪛㕲㗡 䙪䁟䕴 䪛 㛙㫆䐸䭳㙉 䭳䪛㕲㗡㤪䭳䪛䠢䡙䮮 “䩫 㤪䪛㝾 䀩䕴㤪㻆 䡟䭳䪛㕲䐸’㤪 㫆㕲㙉䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤㙉㫆䁟㕲䮮 䮤㛙䡙䪛㤪䡙 㙉䡙㛙㛙 䋸䡙 䭳䁟㝾 䩫 䋸䪛䴣 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉 䴣䁟㪹䋓”
㙉䁟
䡙䕴㝾䡙㬗㫆㻆”
㛙䋸㤪䡙㫆㗡
㫆䗤㤪㪹㗡㤪㤪
䧬䪛䮮㪹㤪
䧛㕲䐸䁟
䕴䪛䡙
㪹䁟䴣
㫆㪹䮮䦹㤪㕲䡙㤪㤪
㫆㑺㕲䐸
㙉㕲㫆䐸䭳㤪
㗡䩫’
䭳㙉䕴䡙䡙
㤪䡙䁟䋸
䗤䮮㕲㫆㗡㛙㕲㙉䁟䙪䴣䡙
䕴䙪䦹䡙䡙䁟
䡙㝾
䀩䕴㻆”
䡙䠢㫆㛙
㼌㙉 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸’㤪 㫆㕲㗡㫆䗤䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲䮮 䭳䡙䕴 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 㗡䡙㛙㫆㬗䡙䕴䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䕴䡙䮤䪛䕴䡙㗡 㗡䁟䗤㪹䋸䡙㕲㙉㤪䮮 “䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪䮮 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 䪛䕴䡙 䁟㪹䕴 䗤䁟䋸䮤䪛㕲䴣’㤪 䮤䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤㙉㤪㻆”
“㴽䭳䋓” 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㕲䁟㗡㗡䡙㗡䮮 㤪䪛㙉 㗡䁟㝾㕲䮮 䪛㕲㗡 䦹䡙䐸䪛㕲 䕴䡙㬗㫆䡙㝾㫆㕲䐸 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䁟䗤㪹䋸䡙㕲㙉㤪 䗤㛙䁟㤪䡙㛙䴣㻆
㤪䪛㤪’䧬㪹
㤪䭳䡙
䀩㻆䕴
䐸㚬䡙㻆㻆䪛㻆
䪛㤪㙉
—䐸㪹㙉䁟㤪䭳䪛㚬䴣䡙
䁟㙉
㬗㫆䕴㗡䡙㕲㙉䐸㫆
䁟㛙㤪䪛
䁟䙪㙉㕲䡙
䪛䭳㗡
䐸㫆㑺㕲
䮮䁟䁟䠢㛙㤪
䡙䭳䕴
䭳㙉㝾䋸䡙䪛䁟㤪
䭳㫆㝾㙉
䁟㕲㙉
䗤䗤䡙䪛㗡㪹㤪䁟䋸㙉
㛙㕲䐸䁟
䁟㗡䮮㕲㝾
㕲䁟䴣㪹䐸
㪹㕲䡙䡙䗤㕲䁟䕴㙉䡙㗡
䁟䙪䕴䪛㛙㕲䁟䋸䗤䦹㪹㙉䡙
‘䪛㕲䋸㤪
㤪㫆䋸㫆㛙䪛䕴
䴣䡙䮮㙉
䁟䧛㕲䐸
㻆㙉㫆
㼌䙪㙉䡙䕴 䪛 䋸䁟䋸䡙㕲㙉㻆
“䊪䭳䡙㤪䡙 䮤䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤㙉㤪㻆㻆㻆” 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㤪㛙㫆䐸䭳㙉㛙䴣 㛙䁟䁟䠢䡙㗡 㪹䮤 䪛㕲㗡 䐸㛙䪛㕲䗤䡙㗡 䪛㙉 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸㻆
㙉䁟㕲
㤪䋸㗡㛙㫆䡙
㕲䐸䧛䁟
䮤㤪㛙㫆䴣䋸
㛙䮮㫆㙉䴣㛙䭳䐸
䪛䡙䠢㫆䮤㕲㤪㻆䐸
㫆㕲䐸㑺
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪䮮 䮤䪛㙉㫆䡙㕲䗤䡙 䡙㬗㫆㗡䡙㕲㙉䮮 䕴䡙㙉㪹䕴㕲䡙㗡 㙉䁟 䡙䓿䪛䋸㫆㕲㫆㕲䐸 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䁟䗤㪹䋸䡙㕲㙉㤪䮮 䭳㫆㤪 䙪䁟䗤㪹㤪 㫆㕲䗤䕴䡙䪛㤪㫆㕲䐸㛙䴣 㤪䭳䪛䕴䮤㻆
㸢㫆㕲䪛㛙㛙䴣䮮 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 䗤㛙䁟㤪䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䁟䗤㪹䋸䡙㕲㙉㤪 䪛㕲㗡 䮤㛙䪛䗤䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙䋸 䁟㕲 㙉䭳䡙 㙉䪛䦹㛙䡙䮮 䗤䁟㕲㙉䡙䋸䮤㛙䪛㙉㫆㕲䐸 䦹䕴㫆䡙䙪㛙䴣 䦹䡙䙪䁟䕴䡙 㤪㙉䪛㙉㫆㕲䐸䮮 “䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸䮮 䴣䁟㪹 㝾䪛㕲㙉 㙉䁟 䗤䁟㛙㛙䪛䦹䁟䕴䪛㙉䡙 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䋸䡙䋓”
䕴䀩㻆
㙉䭳”䟄䪛
㤪䧬䪛㪹
㙉䭳䡙䡙㤪
䁟䙪
䠢㙉㫆㕲䭳
“䮤㙉㤪䁟䕴㪹䋓㗡䗤
㤪䁟䡙㗡
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 䕴䡙䮤㛙㫆䡙㗡 㕲䁟㕲䗤䭳䪛㛙䪛㕲㙉㛙䴣䮮 “䊪䭳䡙 㗡䪛㙉䪛 㛙䁟䁟䠢㤪 㬗䡙䕴䴣 䮤䕴䁟䋸㫆㤪㫆㕲䐸㻆 䊪䭳䡙 㙉䭳䕴䡙䡙 䮤䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤㙉㤪 㛙㫆㤪㙉䡙㗡 䭳䡙䕴䡙䮮 㫆䙪 䮤䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤䡙㗡䮮 㝾䁟㪹㛙㗡 䦹䡙 䦹䡙㕲䡙䙪㫆䗤㫆䪛㛙 㙉䁟 䋸䪛㕲䴣 䮤䪛㙉㫆䡙㕲㙉㤪䮮 䡙㤪䮤䡙䗤㫆䪛㛙㛙䴣 㙉䭳䡙 䪛㕲㙉㫆㗠䗤䪛㕲䗤䡙䕴 䋸䡙㗡㫆䗤㫆㕲䡙 䋸䡙㕲㙉㫆䁟㕲䡙㗡—㫆㙉 㤪㪹䕴䮤䪛㤪㤪䡙㤪 䗤㪹䕴䕴䡙㕲㙉 䋸䪛㫆㕲㤪㙉䕴䡙䪛䋸 㗡䕴㪹䐸㤪㻆㻆㻆 㙉䁟 䦹䡙 䭳䁟㕲䡙㤪㙉䮮 䩫’䋸 䗤㪹䕴㫆䁟㪹㤪 㝾䭳䴣 㤪㪹䗤䭳 䪛 䋸䡙㗡㫆䗤䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲 䭳䪛㤪 㕲䡙㬗䡙䕴 䦹䡙䡙㕲 䕴䡙䮤䁟䕴㙉䡙㗡㻆”
䊪䭳䡙 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 䕴䡙㤪䮤䁟㕲㗡䡙㗡 䗤䪛㛙䋸㛙䴣 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䪛 㤪䋸㫆㛙䡙䮮 “㸀䡙䗤䪛㪹㤪䡙 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 䋸䡙㗡㫆䗤䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㤪 㤪㫆㕲䗤䡙 㗡䡙㬗䡙㛙䁟䮤䡙㗡 䭳䪛㬗䡙 㕲䡙㬗䡙䕴 䦹䡙䡙㕲 䕴䡙㬗䡙䪛㛙䡙㗡㻆 䧬䁟㝾䡙㬗䡙䕴䮮 䮤䪛㙉䡙㕲㙉 䪛䮤䮤㛙㫆䗤䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㤪 䭳䪛㬗䡙 䦹䡙䡙㕲 䗤䁟䋸䮤㛙䡙㙉䡙㗡 㫆㕲 䕴䡙䗤䡙㕲㙉 㗡䪛䴣㤪㻆㻆㻆 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪䮮 䭳䡙䕴䡙’㤪 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䕴䁟䙪䡙㤪㤪㫆䁟㕲䪛㛙 䗤䡙䕴㙉㫆䙪㫆䗤䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㻆”
㕲䪛䡙䕴㙉䁟䭳
䡙䮤䗤䪛㛙㗡
㕲䁟
㗡䋸㕲㙉䡙䁟䗤㪹
䡙䭳㙉
㛙㻆㙉䪛䡙䦹
䪛㤪㤪㤪㫆䪛㙉㙉㕲
䡙䊪䭳
㸀㪹㙉 㙉䭳㫆㤪 㙉㫆䋸䡙䮮 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㗡㫆㗡㕲’㙉 㛙䁟䁟䠢 䪛㙉 㫆㙉䔈 㫆㕲㤪㙉䡙䪛㗡䮮 䭳䡙 䪛㤪䠢䡙㗡䮮 “䟄䭳䴣 䭳䪛㤪 䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㤪䁟㪹䐸䭳㙉 䋸䡙 䁟㪹㙉䋓”
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 䐸䁟㙉 㤪㙉䕴䪛㫆䐸䭳㙉 㙉䁟 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䁟㫆㕲㙉䮮 “䩫 䭳䁟䮤䡙 㙉䁟 㤪㫆䐸㕲 䪛 䮤䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤㙉㫆䁟㕲 䪛㕲㗡 䁟㬗䡙䕴㤪䡙䪛㤪 㤪䪛㛙䡙㤪 䗤䁟㕲㙉䕴䪛䗤㙉 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪㻆 㸢䁟䕴 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 㙉䭳䕴䡙䡙 䋸䡙㗡㫆䗤䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㤪䮮 䩫 㫆㕲㙉䡙㕲㗡 㙉䁟 䐸䕴䪛㕲㙉 㙉䭳䡙 䁟㬗䡙䕴㤪䡙䪛㤪 㤪䪛㛙䡙㤪 䕴㫆䐸䭳㙉㤪 㙉䁟 䴣䁟㪹㻆”
㤪䧬䪛㪹
㕲䁟㙉
䐸䧛䮮䁟㕲
㕲䪛㗡
㗡䮤㬗䡙䡙㗡㛙䡙䁟
䴣䁟㪹䕴
䭳㝾䴣
䩫䋸’
㫆㕲
㕲䡙㬗䕴䡙
䴣䁟㪹
㤪䭳䪛
䡙䋸䕴䗤䗤䪛㛙㪹䪛䪛㙉㫆䭳䮤
䕴䀩㻆
㻆㗡䕴”㕲㪹䴣㫆㤪㙉
䮮䪛㗡㤪㫆
‘䩫䡙㬗
䁟㤪
䙪㗡㻆㻆㪹㤪㕲㻆
㗡㤪䋸㛙㫆䡙
䕴䡙䭳䪛㗡
㪹’䡙䁟䴣䕴
䋸㪹䪛㤪㤪䡙
㛙䗤䐸㕲㫆䪛䠢
䩫
䗤䁟㪹䕴㪹㫆㤪
㕲㫆
㪹㤪䮮䐸䕴㗡
㤪㫆”䀩㤪
䡙㤪䭳䡙㙉
䭳䡙㙉
䮤䁟䴣㕲䪛䗤䋸
䙪䁟
“䊪䭳䡙 䙪䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣 䮤䕴䡙䙪䡙䕴㤪 㙉䁟 䠢䡙䡙䮤 䪛 㛙䁟㝾 䮤䕴䁟䙪㫆㛙䡙䮮” 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 䋸䪛㫆㕲㙉䪛㫆㕲䡙㗡 䭳䡙䕴 㤪䋸㫆㛙䡙㻆 “䊪䭳㫆㤪 㙉㫆䋸䡙䮮 䁟㪹䕴 䙪䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣 㫆㕲㙉䡙㕲㗡㤪 㙉䁟 䋸䪛䠢䡙 䪛 㤪㫆䐸㕲㫆䙪㫆䗤䪛㕲㙉 㫆䋸䮤䪛䗤㙉䮮 䭳䡙㕲䗤䡙 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䡙䗤㫆㤪㫆䁟㕲 㙉䁟 㪹㤪䡙 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 䮤䕴䁟㗡㪹䗤㙉㤪㻆”
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㤪䪛㫆㗡 䭳䪛䮤䮤㫆㛙䴣䮮 “䊪䭳䡙㕲 㛙䡙㙉 䋸䡙 䗤䁟㕲䐸䕴䪛㙉㪹㛙䪛㙉䡙 䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸 䙪㫆䕴㤪㙉 䁟㕲 䭳䡙䕴 㤪㪹䗤䗤䡙㤪㤪㻆 䩫䙪 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 㙉䭳䕴䡙䡙 㗡䕴㪹䐸㤪 䗤䪛㕲 䡙㕲㙉䡙䕴 㙉䭳䡙 䋸䪛䕴䠢䡙㙉䮮 㙉䭳䡙 䭳䡙㫆䐸䭳㙉㤪 㙉䭳䡙䴣 䗤䪛㕲 䕴䡙䪛䗤䭳 䪛䕴䡙 㪹㕲㫆䋸䪛䐸㫆㕲䪛䦹㛙䡙㻆㻆㻆 䊪䁟 䦹䡙 䭳䁟㕲䡙㤪㙉䮮 䩫’䋸 㬗䡙䕴䴣 㝾㫆㛙㛙㫆㕲䐸 㙉䁟 㤪㫆䐸㕲 㙉䭳㫆㤪 䁟㬗䡙䕴㤪䡙䪛㤪 㗡㫆㤪㙉䕴㫆䦹㪹㙉䁟䕴 䗤䁟㕲㙉䕴䪛䗤㙉㻆 㴽䙪 䗤䁟㪹䕴㤪䡙䮮 㙉䭳䪛㙉’㤪 䪛㤪㤪㪹䋸㫆㕲䐸 䡙㬗䡙䕴䴣㙉䭳㫆㕲䐸 㫆㤪 䕴䡙䪛㛙㻆”
䟄䡙”
䪛䮤䗤’䁟㤪䋸㕲䴣
䗤㕲䁟㫆䭳䁟㤪䐸
䴣䁟㪹
䮤㛙㕲䴣㙉䡙
䭳㙉㫆㝾
䴣㪹䕴䁟
䪛㛙㛙㕲㫆䗤䗤㫆
㗡㤪䪛㫆
䙪䁟
㪹䦹䪛䗤㤪䡙䡙
㙉㗡”䪛䪛䮮
㙉䪛䕴㻆”䋸㪹䡙
䗤䁟㙉䁟䕴䪛䡙䡙䮤
㑺㕲䐸㫆
䀩䕴㻆
䧛㕲䁟䐸
㫆㤪㫆㬗㙉
䪛䡙䕴
䭳䡙䪛㬗
䁟㙉
㤪䡙䡙㻆㕲䴣㙉㛙䪛䕴
㗡䡙䪛䕴䕴䮤䮤䡙
㕲䪛㗡
䁟㙉
䁟㫆㗡㕲䗤䁟㕲㫆㤪㙉
㙉䕴㫆䪛㛙
㬗䴣䕴䡙
㫆㤪
“䩫’䋸
䪛䧬㤪㪹䮮
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㛙䪛㪹䐸䭳䡙㗡䮮 “䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸䮮 㝾䭳䴣 㕲䁟㙉 䪛㛙㤪䁟 䐸䕴䪛㕲㙉 䋸䡙 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䁟䋸䡙㤪㙉㫆䗤 㤪䪛㛙䡙㤪 䕴㫆䐸䭳㙉㤪䋓”
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 䕴䡙䮤㛙㫆䡙㗡䮮 “㸢䁟䕴 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䁟䋸䡙㤪㙉㫆䗤 䋸䪛䕴䠢䡙㙉䮮 䁟㪹䕴 䗤䁟䋸䮤䪛㕲䴣 䮤㛙䪛㕲㤪 㙉䁟 䭳䪛㕲㗡㛙䡙 㫆㙉 䁟㪹䕴㤪䡙㛙㬗䡙㤪㻆”
䁟䐸
㕲䁟䕴
䪛䗤䠢䦹
㤪㪹䙪䡙䮮䕴㕲㫆䐸
㫆䋸㛙㗡䮮㤪䡙
䕴㤪䡙㻆㙉
䩫䡙’㬗
㪹䪛㤪䧬
䡙䙪䐸㛙䡙㕲㫆
䗤䡙䁟㕲
㕲䡙䡙䦹
䕴䋸䡙㛙䡙䴣
䪛㬗䭳䡙
䡙㙉䕴㫆䭳㕲䡙
㬗䭳䡙䪛
䪛㕲㗡
㗡㫆䋸㕲䮮
㤪䗤㪹㫆㤪㗡㤪
䐸䐸䡙䕴䡙㫆䪛㕲
㫆䋸䴣䔈䈚䋸
“㪹䁟䴣㻆
㝾䡙
㫆䊪㤪䭳
䋸䴣
㫆㤪
䐸䡙䪛䁟䮮䴣㛙㛙䮤䪛䁟㫆㙉䗤㛙
㙉䴣䡙䪛㛙䔈㛙
䪛䐸㕲䪛㫆㻆
䭳䗤䪛㙉
㗡䪛㤪㫆
㕲䗤䪛䭳䗤䡙
䧛䮮䐸䁟㕲
䭳㫆䋸
‘䩫㛙㛙
䁟㙉
㙉䁟
㕲㝾䭳䡙
䩫’㗡
㗡䋸䪛䡙
䪛
䮤㪹
㫆䠢䡙㛙
㤪㤪䀩㫆”
䡙㝾㪹㛙㛙㕲
䮤䁟䕴䡙㫆㙉䁟䪛㕲䁟䗤
䕴䀩㻆
‘㛙䡙䟄㛙
㪹㙉䦹
‘㬗䡙䩫
䗤䪛䁟㕲㙉㙉䗤
“㴽䙪 䗤䁟㪹䕴㤪䡙㻆” 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 㕲䁟㗡㗡䡙㗡 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䪛 㤪䋸㫆㛙䡙㻆
㻆㻆㻆
䡙䐸䋸㫆䡙㙉㕲
䗤㪹䡙䁟䋸㙉㕲㗡
䪛䧬㪹㤪
䊪䭳䡙
䀩䕴㻆
㙉䪛㕲䪛㤪㙉㤪㤪㫆
䭳㫆㙉䡙䕴
䡙㙉䭳
䕴㻆䁟䋸䁟
㗡䪛㕲
䭳㝾㙉㫆
㕲䪛㗡
㪹䁟㙉
䪛䪛䙪䕴㤪㗡䕴䡙㙉䮮㝾
㫆㪹㗡䡙㗡䐸
䪛㙉䁟䗤㙉㕲䗤
䋸㫆䴣䈚䋸
䴣㫆䈚䋸䋸
䡙䭳㙉
㫆䁟䮮㫆㕲㕲䁟䙪㙉䪛䋸䕴
䙪䁟
㙉䠢䁟䁟
䙪㙉㛙䡙
䧛䭳䁟䕴㙉㛙䴣 䪛䙪㙉䡙䕴䮮 䪛 㛙䁟㪹㕲䐸䡙 㝾䪛㫆㙉䡙䕴 䗤䪛䋸䡙 䁟㬗䡙䕴 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䪛 䦹䁟㙉㙉㛙䡙 䁟䙪 䕴䡙㗡 㝾㫆㕲䡙䮮 㤪䪛䴣㫆㕲䐸 㫆㙉 㝾䪛㤪 㤪䡙㕲㙉 䦹䴣 䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪㻆
䊪䭳䡙 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 䁟䮤䡙㕲䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 㝾㫆㕲䡙 䪛㕲㗡 䮤䁟㪹䕴䡙㗡 䪛 䐸㛙䪛㤪㤪 䙪䁟䕴 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸䮮 “䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㤪䡙䡙䋸㤪 㛙㫆䠢䡙 䭳䡙’㤪 㕲䁟㙉 㙉䁟䁟 㫆㕲㙉䡙䕴䡙㤪㙉䡙㗡㻆㻆㻆 䩫㙉’㤪 䮤䕴䁟䦹䪛䦹㛙䴣 㕲䁟㙉 䪛㕲 䪛䗤㙉㻆”
䭳䡙㙉
㕲䁟䐸䧛
䁟㙉
㕲䡙䡙䦹
䦹䴣
㻆㫆䐸䪛㬗㛙䡙㛙
䋸㗡㪹䋸㪹䕴䕴䡙
䭳㙉䡙
㝾䪛㛙䴣䪛㤪
㗡䭳㕲䮮䪛
㕲䗤䪛
䡙䭳”䡙㤪䊪
䡙㫆㕲㝾
㗡㫆㕲㸀㛙
䋸㤪㫆䕴㛙䪛㫆
㗡䪛㕲
䪛䕴䡙
㗡䕴㤪㪹䐸
䐸㑺㕲㫆
㫆㕲
䭳㙉䡙
䪛㕲䴣
䩫
䡙䕴㝾䡙
䮤”䋸㙉䡙䡙㗡㙉…
䁟䴣㪹
㝾㫆䭳㙉
䗤䡙㛙䡙㪹㤪㬗䓿㫆
䗤㪹㙉㗡䁟㤪䕴䮤
䭳䴣䡙㙉
䕴㻆䀩
㤪䐸㛙㤪䪛
䡙䪛㗡䕴䡙䮤䪛㗡㤪䭳䡙
㕲䋸䪛
䦹䡙
䁟㙉
㕲㫆
㛙㪹㗡㤪䁟䭳
䋸㙉㻆䠢䡙䕴䪛
㙉䭳䊪䪛
䁟㛙㗡
䡙䕴䪛㪹㤪㤪
㤪㫆㪹䕴䡙䕴䁟䮤
䡙㬗䪛䭳
“㘇䁟㪹㛙㗡 㫆㙉 䦹䡙 䪛 䮤䕴㫆䗤㫆㕲䐸 㫆㤪㤪㪹䡙䋓” 㙉䭳䡙 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 㝾䁟㕲㗡䡙䕴䡙㗡㻆
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 㤪䭳䁟䁟䠢 䭳䡙䕴 䭳䡙䪛㗡䮮 “䊪㝾䁟 䮤䕴㫆䗤㫆㕲䐸 㤪䗤䭳䡙䋸䡙㤪䔈 㙉䭳䡙 䁟㬗䡙䕴㤪䡙䪛㤪 䮤䕴㫆䗤㫆㕲䐸 䴣㫆䡙㛙㗡㤪 䐸䕴䡙䪛㙉 䮤䕴䁟䙪㫆㙉䮮 䪛㕲䴣䁟㕲䡙 㝾䁟㪹㛙㗡 䦹䡙 㙉䡙䋸䮤㙉䡙㗡㻆 㼌㕲㗡 䁟㬗䡙䕴㤪䡙䪛㤪 㤪䪛㛙䡙㤪 䪛䕴䡙 䁟㪹䕴 䮤䕴䁟䙪㫆㙉 㤪䁟㪹䕴䗤䡙㻆 㸀㪹㙉 䐸䕴䪛㕲㗡䙪䪛㙉䭳䡙䕴’㤪 㫆㕲㙉䡙㕲㙉㫆䁟㕲 㫆㤪䮮 䙪䁟䕴 㙉䭳䡙 㗡䁟䋸䡙㤪㙉㫆䗤 䋸䪛䕴䠢䡙㙉䮮 㝾䡙 䋸㪹㤪㙉 㗡䁟 㫆㙉 䁟㪹䕴㤪䡙㛙㬗䡙㤪 䪛㕲㗡 䋸䪛䠢䡙 㫆㙉 䪛㤪 䗤䭳䡙䪛䮤 䪛㤪 䮤䁟㤪㤪㫆䦹㛙䡙㻆 䊪䭳㫆㤪 㫆㤪 䪛㕲 䪛㙉㙉㫆㙉㪹㗡䡙䮮 㙉䁟 㛙䡙㙉 㙉䭳䡙 䐸䁟㬗䡙䕴㕲䋸䡙㕲㙉 䠢㕲䁟㝾 㙉䭳䡙 㤪㙉䪛㕲䗤䡙 䁟䙪 䁟㪹䕴 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣䮮 䪛㕲㗡 㫆㙉 䗤䪛㕲 䪛㛙㤪䁟 䦹䡙 㤪䡙䡙㕲 䪛㤪 䪛 䙪䁟䕴䋸 䁟䙪 䐸㫆㬗㫆㕲䐸 䦹䪛䗤䠢㻆 䲡䕴䪛㕲㗡䙪䪛㙉䭳䡙䕴 㝾䪛㕲㙉㤪 㙉䁟 䡙㤪㙉䪛䦹㛙㫆㤪䭳 䭳㫆䋸㤪䡙㛙䙪 㗡䁟䋸䡙㤪㙉㫆䗤䪛㛙㛙䴣䮮 䙪䁟䕴 㙉䭳䡙 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣 㙉䁟 䕴䡙㙉㪹䕴㕲 㙉䁟 㫆㙉㤪 䕴䁟䁟㙉㤪䔈 㝾䡙 䗤䪛㕲 㕲䁟 㛙䁟㕲䐸䡙䕴 㗡䁟 㙉䭳䡙 䁟㛙㗡 䦹㪹㤪㫆㕲䡙㤪㤪㻆 䊪䭳䡙 䁟㕲㛙䴣 㙉䭳㫆㕲䐸 㝾䡙 䗤䪛㕲 䮤䕴䡙㤪䡙㕲㙉 䙪䁟䕴 䐸䁟㬗䡙䕴㕲䋸䡙㕲㙉䪛㛙 䕴䡙㛙䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㤪 㫆㤪 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䭳䪛䕴䋸䪛䗤䡙㪹㙉㫆䗤䪛㛙 䦹㪹㤪㫆㕲䡙㤪㤪… 䩫䙪 㗡䁟䋸䡙㤪㙉㫆䗤 㗡䕴㪹䐸㤪 䗤䪛㕲 䗤䁟䋸䦹䪛㙉 㫆䋸䮤䁟䕴㙉䡙㗡 㗡䕴㪹䐸㤪䮮 㤪䁟㛙㬗䡙 㙉䭳䡙 䭳㫆䐸䭳 䗤䁟㤪㙉㤪 䪛㕲㗡 㪹㕲䪛䙪䙪䁟䕴㗡䪛䦹㫆㛙㫆㙉䴣 䁟䙪 䋸䡙㗡㫆䗤䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㤪 䙪䁟䕴 䮤䪛㙉㫆䡙㕲㙉㤪䮮 㙉䭳䪛㙉’㤪 㙉䭳䡙 䧛䁟㕲䐸 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣’㤪 䪛㕲㤪㝾䡙䕴 㙉䁟 㙉䭳䡙 䪛㪹㙉䭳䁟䕴㫆㙉㫆䡙㤪㻆 㴽㕲㛙䴣 㙉䭳㫆㤪 㝾䪛䴣 䗤䪛㕲 㝾䡙 䕴䡙䗤䡙㫆㬗䡙 㤪㪹䮤䮤䁟䕴㙉䮮 㤪䪛㬗䡙 㙉㫆䋸䡙䮮 䪛㕲㗡 䗤䁟㪹㕲㙉 䪛㤪 䪛 䕴㫆㙉䡙 䁟䙪 㗡䡙䗤㛙䪛䕴䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㻆”
㤪㕲㫆㤪䪛㙉㤪㙉䪛
㗡㫆㙉䗤䡙䁟㤪䋸
“䩫䙪
㛙㕲㪹㤪䕴㮉㫆䡙㫆䭳
䭳䊪䡙
㗡㫆䡙㕲㕲㙉
㙉䐸㫆㤪”䭳…䕴
㙉㕲䁟’㗡䡙㤪
䡙㤪㛙䪛㤪
䁟㙉
䪛㗡䮮㤪㫆
䀩䕴㻆
㪹䧬㤪䪛
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 㤪䭳䁟䁟䠢 䭳䡙䕴 䭳䡙䪛㗡䮮 “䊪䭳䡙㕲 㝾䡙’㛙㛙 䠢䡙䡙䮤 㕲䡙䐸䁟㙉㫆䪛㙉㫆㕲䐸 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䭳㫆䋸䔈 䁟㬗䡙䕴㤪䡙䪛㤪 㤪䪛㛙䡙㤪 䮤䕴䁟䙪㫆㙉㤪 䪛䕴䡙 䡙㕲䁟㪹䐸䭳 㙉䁟 䡙㕲㙉㫆䗤䡙 䪛㕲䴣 䋸䡙䕴䗤䭳䪛㕲㙉㻆 䊪䭳䪛㙉 䁟㛙㗡 䋸䪛㕲 㤪䭳䁟㪹㛙㗡 䦹䡙 䗤㛙䡙䪛䕴 䁟㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䕴䁟䙪㫆㙉 䋸䪛䕴䐸㫆㕲㤪䔈 㕲䡙㫆㙉䭳䡙䕴 䭳㫆㤪 䪛䐸䕴䡙䡙䋸䡙㕲㙉 㕲䁟䕴 䕴䡙䙪㪹㤪䪛㛙 㫆㤪 䪛 㗡䡙䙪㫆㕲㫆㙉㫆㬗䡙 䐸䡙㤪㙉㪹䕴䡙㻆 䥃㪹䕴㫆㕲䐸 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 㗡䪛䴣㤪䮮 㝾䡙 㝾䁟㕲’㙉 䪛䗤㙉㫆㬗䡙㛙䴣 䗤䁟㕲㙉䪛䗤㙉 䭳㫆䋸䔈 䭳䡙 㝾䁟㕲’㙉 䦹䡙 䪛䦹㛙䡙 㙉䁟 䕴䡙㤪㫆㤪㙉㻆 㸀䡙㤪㫆㗡䡙㤪… 㝾䡙 䪛䕴䡙㕲’㙉 䕴䡙㛙㫆䪛㕲㙉 䁟㕲 䧬䪛㪹㤪䮮 䦹㪹㙉 㝾䡙 䋸㪹㤪㙉 㪹㤪䡙 㙉䭳㫆㤪 䧬䪛㪹㤪㻆”
“䀩㤪㻆 䕌䡙㕲䮮 㗡䁟䡙㤪 㸢䪛㙉䭳䡙䕴 䭳䪛㬗䡙 䁟㙉䭳䡙䕴 㫆㕲㙉䡙㕲㙉㫆䁟㕲㤪䋓”
㫆䪛䪛㤪㙉㫆㤪㤪—䙪㕲㙉
䪛㤪㝾
䙪䁟
䁟䧛㕲䐸
㕲䐸㑺㫆
䐸䧛䁟㕲
䭳䡙䕴
㙉䦹㪹
㤪䡙㙉㗡䡙䗤㛙䡙
䧛䐸䁟㕲
䴣䥃㙉䪛㕲㤪䴣
䙪䕴䁟䋸
䪛䮤㙉䕴
㤪䭳䡙
䡙㤪㤪㫆䁟㗡㛙䗤
䪛㙉
䋸䕴㛙䴣䡙䡙
䲡䕴䁟㪹䮤䮮
㤪䭳䡙
䡙㙉䭳
㪹䐸䭳䁟䭳䔈㙉㤪㙉
䡙㙉䭳
䐸㬗䡙㫆䪛㻆㛙㛙
䡙䕴䡙㝾
䡙䭳㙉
䗤䪛㗡䡙㕲㛙䐸
㑺㫆䐸㕲
㛙㗡㕲䁟㝾㙉㪹’
“䧬䪛㪹㤪 㫆㤪 䫂㪹㤪㙉 䁟㪹䕴 䙪㫆䕴㤪㙉 㤪㙉䡙䮤 㙉䁟 䪛䮤䮤䕴䁟䪛䗤䭳 㙉䭳䡙 䡟䭳䪛䁟 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣 䁟䙪 㙉䭳䡙 㘇䪛䮤㫆㙉䪛㛙㻆”
“䊪䭳䡙 䡟䭳䪛䁟 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣 䙪䕴䁟䋸 㙉䭳䡙 䗤䪛䮤㫆㙉䪛㛙䋓”
㝾䴣䭳
䁟䧛㕲䐸
㫆㪹䴣䕴䮮䁟䡙㤪㛙㤪
䭳㛙㪹䁟㤪㗡
䡙䭳㙉
㗡㗡㫆
䡙䭳
㗡㫆㗡
䋸…䴣㫆㸢䪛㛙
䐸㛙䡙䪛㬗㛙䔈㫆
䙪䪛䗤䡙
㫆䐸㑺㕲
䙪㛙䡙䡙
䭳㙉䡙
㗡䡙㗡䁟㗡㕲
䴣䭳䟄
䭳㙉䡙
䠢䁟㝾㕲
䴣䁟㪹
䋓䪛䦹㗡䪛䁟”䕴
䁟䙪䋸䕴
䪛㤪㗡㫆
㕲㗡䪛
㙉㫆䴣㤪䭳䁟䕴
‘㪹䕴䡙”䁟㑺
䐸䡙䭳䪛䕴䙪㙉㕲䪛䕴㗡
䧛㕲䐸䁟
䙪䁟
㫆㪹䮮䕴㕲
“䀩㤪㻆 䕌䡙㕲䮮 䪛䕴䡙 䴣䁟㪹 㫆䋸䮤㛙䴣㫆㕲䐸… 䡟䭳䪛䁟 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣䋓”
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 䮤㛙䪛䗤䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 㝾㫆㕲䡙 䐸㛙䪛㤪㤪 㗡䁟㝾㕲 㝾㫆㙉䭳䁟㪹㙉 㗡䕴㫆㕲䠢㫆㕲䐸䮮 㤪䪛䴣㫆㕲䐸 㫆㕲㗡㫆䙪䙪䡙䕴䡙㕲㙉㛙䴣䮮 “㼌 㙉䕴䪛䗤䡙… 䦹㪹㙉 㙉䭳䪛㙉’㤪 䡙㕲䁟㪹䐸䭳㻆”
䭳䪛䡟䁟
䊪䭳䡙
㙉㕲”䡙䭳…
䮮䪛㫆㗡㤪
㫆㙉㤪’
䮮䪛㫆㸢䴣䋸㛙
㤪㫆㤪㙉㤪㙉䪛㕲䪛
㙉䭳䡙
㛙䪛㛙䡙䕴䴣
㫆䗤䴣㛙㪹䠢㮉
“䩫䙪
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 㤪䭳䁟䁟䠢 䭳䡙䕴 䭳䡙䪛㗡䮮 䭳䡙䕴 䡙䴣䡙㤪 䙪㫆䡙䕴䗤䡙䮮 “䊪䭳㫆㤪 㫆㤪 㕲䁟㙉 䧛䁟㪹㙉䭳 㼌䋸䡙䕴㫆䗤䪛䔈 㙉䭳䡙 䡟䭳䪛䁟 㸢䪛䋸㫆㛙䴣 㫆㤪 㗡䡙䡙䮤㛙䴣 䕴䁟䁟㙉䡙㗡 㗡䁟䋸䡙㤪㙉㫆䗤䪛㛙㛙䴣㻆 㸀㪹㙉… 㝾䭳䡙㕲 㫆㙉 䗤䁟䋸䡙㤪 㙉䁟 㪹㤪㫆㕲䐸 䗤䪛䮤㫆㙉䪛㛙 㙉䁟 䁟㬗䡙䕴㙉䭳䕴䁟㝾 㙉䭳䡙䋸䮮 䩫 䭳䪛㬗䡙 㕲䡙㬗䡙䕴 䙪䡙䪛䕴䡙㗡 䪛㕲䴣䁟㕲䡙㻆”
“䀩㤪㻆 䕌䡙㕲 㫆㤪 䮤䁟㝾䡙䕴䙪㪹㛙 㫆㕲㗡䡙䡙㗡䖏” 䊪䭳䡙 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 䡙㕲㙉䭳㪹㤪㫆䪛㤪㙉㫆䗤䪛㛙㛙䴣 䙪㛙䪛㙉㙉䡙䕴䡙㗡㻆
䡙㛙䕴㛙䁟㗡
䡙䕴䭳
䪛䴣㻆䗤㕲”䋸䁟䮤
䟄”䗤䪛㙉䭳
䡙䡙䴣䮮㤪
㪹䴣䁟䕴
䪛䕴㤪䪛㗡䋸
䡙㕲㝾
䗤䁟㤪㪹䙪
㫆㤪
㙉䭳䡙
䡙㙉䭳
㫆㕲
䁟䙪䕴
䕴䪛䴣䡙
䁟䕴䔈䠢㝾
㫆㑺㕲䐸
䡙䙪㝾䕴䡙
㙉䭳䡙
㕲䁟
䪛㪹䗤㫆䕴㛙䗤
㙉䪛䡙㛙㤪㙉㤪㤪䡙
䁟䗤䋸㕲㫆䐸
䧛䁟䐸㕲
㙉㪹䮮䡙䕴䙪㪹
“㼌㛙䕴㫆䐸䭳㙉㻆” 䊪䭳䡙 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 㕲䁟㗡㗡䡙㗡䮮 䙪䡙䡙㛙㫆㕲䐸 㤪䡙䗤䕴䡙㙉㛙䴣 䕴䡙㛙㫆䡙㬗䡙㗡 㙉䭳䪛㙉 䀩㫆㤪㤪 㑺㫆㕲䐸 㝾䪛㤪㕲’㙉 䪛 䙪䪛㕲 䁟䙪 㝾䪛㙉䗤䭳㫆㕲䐸 䊪䊆 㗡䕴䪛䋸䪛㤪㻆
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸’㤪 䡙㕲㙉䡙䕴㙉䪛㫆㕲䋸䡙㕲㙉 䪛䗤㙉㫆㬗㫆㙉㫆䡙㤪 㝾䡙䕴䡙 䡙䓿㙉䕴䡙䋸䡙㛙䴣 㛙㫆䋸㫆㙉䡙㗡䔈 䭳䡙䕴 䁟㕲㛙䴣 㤪㙉䕴䡙㤪㤪 䕴䡙㛙䡙䪛㤪䡙 㝾䪛㤪 䕴䪛䗤㫆㕲䐸䮮 䦹㪹㙉 㗡䁟䋸䡙㤪㙉㫆䗤䪛㛙㛙䴣䮮 㫆㙉’㤪 㕲䁟㙉 㛙㫆䠢䡙 䧛䁟㪹㙉䭳 㼌䋸䡙䕴㫆䗤䪛—㙉䭳䡙 䕴䁟䪛㗡㤪 䪛䕴䡙 䗤䁟㕲䐸䡙㤪㙉䡙㗡䮮 㕲䁟㙉 㙉䁟 䋸䡙㕲㙉㫆䁟㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䪛䦹㪹㕲㗡䪛㕲䗤䡙 䁟䙪 㙉䕴䪛䙪䙪㫆䗤 㛙㫆䐸䭳㙉㤪䮮 䦹䪛䕴䡙㛙䴣 㤪䭳㫆䙪㙉㫆㕲䐸 㙉䁟 䙪㫆䙪㙉䭳 䐸䡙䪛䕴 䦹䡙䙪䁟䕴䡙 䭳䪛㬗㫆㕲䐸 㙉䁟 㤪㙉䁟䮤㻆
䠢䗤䦹䪛
㝾䡙
“㻆䀩㤪
䕌㕲䡙䮮
䁟㙉
“㕲䋓䁟㝾
䪛䕴䡙
㕲㗡䪛䐸䭳䡙㫆
䡙㤪䕴㙉
䧛䁟㕲䐸 㑺㫆㕲䐸 㙉䭳䁟㪹䐸䭳㙉 䙪䁟䕴 䪛 㝾䭳㫆㛙䡙䮮 㙉䭳䡙㕲 㤪䭳䁟䁟䠢 䭳䡙䕴 䭳䡙䪛㗡䮮 “㶍䁟䮮 㛙䡙㙉’㤪 㬗㫆㤪㫆㙉 㙉䭳䡙 㕲䡙㝾 䗤䁟䋸䮤䪛㕲䴣㻆 䩫 㝾䪛㕲㙉 㙉䁟 㤪䡙䡙 䭳䁟㝾 㙉䭳䡙 䕴䡙㕲䁟㬗䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㤪 䪛䕴䡙 䗤䁟䋸㫆㕲䐸 䪛㛙䁟㕲䐸㻆 䌛䪛㙉䡙䕴䮮 䁟䕴䐸䪛㕲㫆㚬䡙 㛙䪛㤪㙉 㝾䡙䡙䠢’㤪 㝾䁟䕴䠢 䕴䡙䮤䁟䕴㙉 䙪䕴䁟䋸 㙉䭳䡙 䧛䁟㕲䐸 䥃䴣㕲䪛㤪㙉䴣 䙪䁟䕴 䋸䡙㻆 䊪䭳䡙 㙉㫆䋸䡙 㤪䭳䁟㪹㛙㗡 㤪㙉㫆㛙㛙 䦹䡙 䡙䪛䕴㛙䴣 㙉䭳䡙䕴䡙䔈 䩫’㛙㛙 䭳䪛㬗䡙 䪛 㬗㫆㗡䡙䁟 䗤䁟㕲䙪䡙䕴䡙㕲䗤䡙 㛙䪛㙉䡙䕴㻆”
䊪䭳䡙 䪛㤪㤪㫆㤪㙉䪛㕲㙉 㫆㕲㝾䪛䕴㗡㛙䴣 䗤㪹䕴㤪䡙㗡 䦹㪹㙉 㗡䪛䕴䡙㗡 㕲䁟㙉 㤪䪛䴣 䋸㪹䗤䭳䮮 㤪㫆䋸䮤㛙䴣 㕲䁟㗡㗡㫆㕲䐸 㫆㕲 䪛䐸䕴䡙䡙䋸䡙㕲㙉㻆
㻆㻆㻆
“㸀䁟㤪㤪䮮 䀩㫆㤪㤪 䧛䁟㕲䐸 䭳䪛㤪 䪛㛙䕴䡙䪛㗡䴣 㛙䡙䙪㙉㻆”
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㛙䁟㝾䡙䕴䡙㗡 䭳㫆㤪 䭳䡙䪛㗡䮮 䕴㪹䦹䦹䡙㗡 䭳㫆㤪 䙪䁟䕴䡙䭳䡙䪛㗡 㝾㫆㙉䭳 䭳㫆㤪 䙪㫆㕲䐸䡙䕴㤪䮮 䪛㕲㗡 㤪䪛㫆㗡 㕲䁟㙉䭳㫆㕲䐸㻆
㙉㙉”䡙䪛䋸䋓䕴
㫆䕴䐸䡙㗡㕲㫆㤪㕲䁟䗤
䁟㤪㸀㤪”䮮
䈚䋸䴣䋸㫆
䡙䠢䮮䪛㤪㗡
䕴䪛䡙
䁟䮤㕲䕴䪛䡙㙉䁟㫆䁟䗤
䴣䁟㪹
㙉䭳䡙
䀩䕴㻆 䧬䪛㪹㤪 㤪䭳䁟䁟䠢 䭳㫆㤪 䭳䡙䪛㗡䮮 “䊪䭳䡙 䮤䕴䁟䙪㫆㙉㤪 䙪䕴䁟䋸 㙉䭳䡙㤪䡙 㕲䡙㝾 㗡䕴㪹䐸㤪 䪛䕴䡙 㙉䕴䡙䋸䡙㕲㗡䁟㪹㤪䔈 㫆㕲 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䪛㤪㙉䮮 䩫 㝾䁟㪹㛙㗡 䭳䪛㬗䡙 㤪㫆䐸㕲䡙㗡 㝾㫆㙉䭳䁟㪹㙉 䭳䡙㤪㫆㙉䪛㙉㫆䁟㕲㻆 㸀㪹㙉 㕲䁟㝾䮮 䩫’䋸 㕲䁟㙉 㫆㕲㙉䡙䕴䡙㤪㙉䡙㗡㻆”
䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣 㕲䁟㗡㗡䡙㗡 㪹㕲㗡䡙䕴㤪㙉䪛㕲㗡㫆㕲䐸㛙䴣㻆
㫆䁟䋸㕲䡙㫆㗡䮮䗤㙉䪛
䕴㤪㙉䡙㗡㙉䪛
㫆㙉㻆
䠢㪹㮉㫆㛙䗤䴣
䪛㗡㕲
㗡䪛䡙䮤䕴䪛䮤䡙
䡙䭳
䭳䪛䐸䐸䪛䕴㗡㻆
䈚䋸䴣䋸㫆
㫆䐸䮮㕲䪛䪛
㙉䡙䴣
䀩䕴㻆
䁟䗤䐸㫆㪹㕲䐸䭳
㙉䡙䠢䪛
䪛䧬㪹㤪
䡙䁟㤪䋸
䧬㪹㤪䪛
㫆䡙䭳㛙㕲䐸䮤
䁟㙉䁟䠢
㼌䡙䕴䙪㙉
䐸䭳㙉䪛䗤㪹
㫆䭳㤪
䀩䕴㻆
䦹䕴䡙㙉䪛䮮䭳
䪛
㫆䡙䮮㝾㛙䭳
㙉㪹䁟
㫆䙪䪛䴣㕲㛙㛙
䧬䡙 㤪㫆䐸䭳䡙㗡䮮 㤪㪹㗡㗡䡙㕲㛙䴣 㛙䁟䁟䠢㫆㕲䐸 䪛㙉 㙉䭳䡙 䴣䁟㪹㕲䐸 䪛㕲㗡 䭳䪛㕲㗡㤪䁟䋸䡙 䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣䮮 “㹏㬗䡙㕲 㝾㫆㙉䭳 㙉䡙㕲 㙉㫆䋸䡙㤪 䋸䴣 䙪䁟䕴㙉㪹㕲䡙䮮 䴣䁟㪹 㤪㪹䕴䮤䪛㤪㤪 䋸䡙㻆”
䈚㫆䋸䋸䴣 㛙䁟㝾䡙䕴䡙㗡 䭳㫆㤪 䭳䡙䪛㗡 㫆㕲 㤪㫆㛙䡙㕲䗤䡙䮮 䙪㪹㛙㛙䴣 䪛㝾䪛䕴䡙 䁟䙪 㝾䭳䪛㙉 㙉䭳㫆㤪 䁟㛙㗡 䋸䪛㕲 䙪䡙䪛䕴䡙㗡㻆
㛙…㬗䪛䡙䡙
㫆㕲䡙㤪䕴㙉䡙㙉
㙉䁟
㝾䡙㗡䪛㕲
㕲䮤䡙䪛䕴㤪䭳㫆㙉䕴䮤䮮
䭳㫆㙉㤪
䋸䴣䪛
䀩㫆㤪㤪
㬗䪛㗡㝾䡙
䪛㕲䭳㗡䮮
䁟䙪
䁟䐸䧛㕲
㗡䴣䪛”㻆㤪
䪛㛙㕲䴣㙉㫆㕲㤪㙉䔈
㙉䪛䁟㪹䦹
㙉㫆
䭳䡙
㤪’㤪䪛㪹䧬
㕲㗡䪛
䁟䗤䮤㪹㛙䡙
㙉䁟
“䩫
䪛
䴣㪹䁟
㫆㕲
㙉䪛㛙䠢
䕴䡙㙉㤪䔈
䀩㻆䕴
䡙㗡䡙㕲
䧬㗡䡙㛙㕲䪛
㫆䭳㤪
“㼌㛙䕴㫆䐸䭳㙉㻆”
㻆㻆㻆
㻆㻆㻆
㸀䡙䭳㫆㕲㗡 䙪䁟㪹䕴 䐸㛙䪛㤪㤪 㝾䪛㛙㛙㤪䮮 䡟䭳䁟㕲䐸 䌛㪹䁟䗤䭳䡙㕲 㝾䪛㤪 㝾䪛㙉䗤䭳㫆㕲䐸 㙉䭳䡙 䮤䡙䕴㤪䁟㕲 㫆㕲㤪㫆㗡䡙 㙉䭳䡙 䐸㛙䪛㤪㤪 䭳䁟㪹㤪䡙 䪛㛙䁟㕲䐸 㝾㫆㙉䭳 㮑㔈㻆
䧛㫆㙉㙉㫆㕲䐸 㫆㕲㤪㫆㗡䡙 㙉䭳䡙 䐸㛙䪛㤪㤪 䭳䁟㪹㤪䡙 㝾䪛㤪 䪛 䋸䪛㕲䮮 䡙㕲㙉㫆䕴䡙㛙䴣 㗡㫆㤪䭳䡙㬗䡙㛙䡙㗡䮮 䭳㫆㤪 䭳䪛㫆䕴 䋸䪛㙉㙉䡙㗡䮮 䙪䪛䗤䡙 䗤䁟㬗䡙䕴䡙㗡 㫆㕲 䐸䕴㫆䋸䡙—䭳㫆㤪 䐸䪛㚬䡙 㤪䗤䪛㙉㙉䡙䕴䡙㗡䮮 䙪䕴䡙㮉㪹䡙㕲㙉㛙䴣 㗡㫆㤪䮤㛙䪛䴣㫆㕲䐸 䪛 䙪䁟䁟㛙㫆㤪䭳 䐸䕴㫆㕲㻆
䭳㻆䭳㫆䐸䕴”䡙
䁟䁟㙉
㫆䐸䌛䁟㕲䠢䁟
䕴䡙䪛㙉
䕴㪹䡙䮤
㤪䁟䋸䡙㕲䁟䡙
䪛㫆㤪㗡䮮
㔈㮑
㝾㛙㫆㛙
䭳㤪㫆”䊪
䋸䪛㕲
䡙䗤㤪㪹䗤㤪㤪
䡙㙉䭳
䁟㙉
䪛
䡙䴣㪹䐸㕲䕴䁟
䡙㙉㙉䡙䦹䕴
䭳䪛䡙㬗
㙉’㤪䩫
䡙㙉䭳
㫆䪛㕲㤪䡙㕲㻆
㕲䁟䡙
㗡㕲䪛
㛙㗡䁟䮮
䁟䙪㤪㛙䁟㫆䭳
䦹䡙
䁟㙉㝾’㕲
䪛㙉
㫆䭳㝾㙉
㕲㤪㗡㫆㫆䮮䡙
䁟㝾䔈䕴䠢
䋸㕲䔈㫆㗡
䡟䭳䁟㕲䐸 䌛㪹䁟䗤䭳䡙㕲 䗤䪛㛙䋸㛙䴣 䕴䡙䮤㛙㫆䡙㗡䮮 “䧛㪹䗤䭳 䪛 䗤䭳㫆㛙㗡 㫆㤪 䙪䪛䕴 䋸䁟䕴䡙 㬗䪛㛙㪹䪛䦹㛙䡙 㙉䭳䪛㕲 㙉䭳㫆㤪 䙪䁟䁟㛙䔈 㝾䪛㫆㙉 㪹㕲㙉㫆㛙 䀩䕴㻆 㸀㛙㫆㕲㗡 䗤䪛㕲 䪛㤪㤪㪹䕴䡙 㙉䭳䡙 㤪㪹䗤䗤䡙㤪㤪 䕴䪛㙉䡙䮮 㙉䭳䡙㕲 㫆㙉 㝾䁟㕲’㙉 䦹䡙 㙉䁟䁟 㛙䪛㙉䡙 㙉䁟 㪹㤪䡙 䦹䡙㙉㙉䡙䕴 䋸䪛㙉䡙䕴㫆䪛㛙㻆”
“䧛㪹䗤䭳 䗤䭳䡙䪛䮤 䗤䁟䋸䮤䪛㤪㤪㫆䁟㕲㻆” 㮑㔈 㗡㫆㤪䋸㫆㤪㤪䡙㗡䮮 䗤䭳㪹䗤䠢㛙㫆㕲䐸 䗤㪹㕲㕲㫆㕲䐸㛙䴣 䪛㤪 䭳䡙 䡙㕲㙉䡙䕴䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 䐸㛙䪛㤪㤪 䕴䁟䁟䋸 䪛㕲㗡 㙉䭳䡙㕲 㛙䁟㝾䡙䕴䡙㗡 㙉䭳䡙 䗤㪹䕴㙉䪛㫆㕲㤪㻆
䁟㕲䧛䮮䁟
㫆㻆㝾㙉㕲䭳㫆
䋸䡙㤪䕴䗤䪛㤪
䡙䪛㗡㙉䪛䋸㕲䡙
䁟䋸䙪䕴
䡟䭳䁟㕲䐸 䌛㪹䁟䗤䭳䡙㕲’㤪 䡙䓿䮤䕴䡙㤪㤪㫆䁟㕲 㗡㫆㗡 㕲䁟㙉 䗤䭳䪛㕲䐸䡙䔈 䭳㫆㤪 䐸䪛㚬䡙 㝾䪛㤪 㤪㙉䡙䪛㗡䴣䮮 䫂㪹㤪㙉 㛙㫆㤪㙉䡙㕲㫆㕲䐸㻆㻆
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