Chapter 833: Chapter 77: Appearance
“I think…”
Dr. Ferenc felt as if the entire world turned dark in that instant.
In the darkness, a slender hand, seemingly boneless, slowly reached out towards him. The lace-trimmed sleeve made it resemble the stamen of a dahlia.
The hand continued to approach, and then a long, narrow bottle appeared out of thin air. It held the bottle and continued to reach towards him, ing closer.
“I want…”
A face, beautiful like an illusion yet slightly pale, suddenly emerged from the darkness, as if surfacing from the black depths of the sea.
Dr. Ferenc felt utterly lost within those deep blue eyes.
“I want… the future.”
He suddenly heard this stunning person whisper something in his ear. Dr. Ferenc felt he couldn’t quite catch it… but he grasped the most crucial information.
This was something that could fulfill his wishes.
Without any hesitation, he took the slender bottle and tilted his head back, pouring its contents into his mouth. The taste wasn’t bad, somewhat like milk chocolate.
“What is this…” After drinking, Dr. Ferenc asked instinctively.
“A potion that, at the cost of your potential, can greatly enhance the activity of your brain cells, making you smarter.”
“I… I always feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before…”
“It’s fine, you’ll forget it soon, and then occasionally remember, and then forget… there’s no need to mind.”
“The cost is… my soul.”
“The cost is, your soul.”
…
“Thank you for your patronage.”
Towards the departing aged figure, the maid performed a textbook-perfect bow, then began tidying up the empty bottle on the table.
“Huh, did a guest e by?”
The speaker was Tai Yinzi, who, since being the ‘Main God’ of the game world, due to a long-term and stable source of ine, had genuinely bee history’s first Black soul envoy who didn’t need to venture out for business.
“Just give me an internet cable, and I can entice even God for you to see…” Who knows where Tai Yinzi learned this playful phrase, lately seen appearing frequently in Adam’s work logs.
“Is there something you need?” You Ye asked calmly.
Tai Yinzi hurriedly ran down from upstairs, not caring to converse with the maid from a distance, “It’s like this, Ms. You Ye, lately our server has been mysteriously stuttering, especially after the last update, many bugs appeared, and even players’ death counters were reset… I was wondering if there’s any solution?”
You Ye calmly said, “The ‘Celestial Venerable Palace’ you privately constructed occupies too much system memory. Just reduce it.”
“Oh crap…”
Tai Yinzi blinked and quickly said, “Ah, actually, how can such a small difficulty trouble you, Ms. You Ye? I will definitely overe it! Isn’t there a saying, ‘If conditions allow, proceed; if not, create the conditions and still proceed’… hahaha, I will definitely do well!”
“Oh?” You Ye squinted her eyes.
Tai Yinzi hung his head and said, “I’ll immediately reduce the ‘Celestial Venerable Palace’…”
“Hmm.” The maid nodded, then said, “I’ll configure another server for you in a few days. Recently, the number of ‘players’ is about to reach the originally anticipated limit; no matter how much you cut, it won’t last long… you have indeed done a good job attracting players.”
Tai Yinzi flattered, “This is also thanks to the owner and Ms. You Ye, I just bask in their light!”
“How’s that soul the owner released recently?” You Ye suddenly asked.
Tai Yinzi lied without a blink, “Quite well, but he insisted on reincarnating as a Slime Girl, and I couldn’t do anything about it. But I’ve tried to place this soul in an environment conducive to growth, and it’s now a level fifteen mini-boss!”
“Is that so?” You Ye nodded, smiling, “That’s good… but since it’s supposed to be a big devil’s role, growing up in a harsh environment would be more beneficial.”
“I think so too.” Tai Yinzi nodded in agreement.
“Keep up the good work.” You Ye smiled at Tai Yinzi, “Don’t disappoint the owner’s expectations of you.”
Tai Yinzi immediately straightened his back, bid his farewell, and happily rolled back upstairs. Watching Tai Yinzi disappear into the upstairs hallway, the maid finally smiled slightly.
“If you can defeat the big devil, the storyline should then progress to defeating the ‘Main God’…” The maid squinted her eyes, “Planning well is necessary…”
After contemplating for a while, the maid sat down, tapping the table in front of her as a recipe appeared out of thin air. She began flipping through it.
But it hadn’t been long before the maid slightly furrowed her brows and waved her hand.
On the hall floor, black light appeared, forming lines, eventually constructing a circle. Inside the circle, something began to slowly surface.
This was a black cabinet, about three meters high—this black cabinet was entirely like a massive safe.
The maid placed her palm on the center of the cabinet—the cabinet’s front began to display a neat pattern of mesh-like cracks, which gradually shrank, until finally opening.
Inside the cabinet, many black crystal spheres were placed, each with a corresponding number marked on the base. At this moment, among the many black spheres, one sphere was emitting a faint flame from within, marked with the number: XVII.
“Number 17… waking up early than anticipated…” You Ye mused, “Should notify the owner.”
—I believe you’ll handle it well, hoping to see your brilliance when I return.
The maid hesitated for a moment, then dismissed the thought.
“I mustn’t disturb the owner’s vacation…”
…
…
Arno suddenly stopped in front of the dormitory door, looking left and right down the corridor, then crouched at the door, picking up a fine black thread from under the gap.
Arno frowned, stood up, placed the black thread into his pocket, and slowly opened the door.
He saw Caroline idly watching TV… Hearing the door open, Caroline also turned around, “You’re back!”
“Mm.” Arno nodded, then glanced at the side shoe cabinet, and suddenly asked, “Did you go out?”
Caroline casually raised the beer bottle in her hand, “Bought this, suddenly wanted a drink.”
“Really… when?” Arno asked casually.
Caroline thought for a bit, glanced at the time, and shook her head, “Over an hour ago, forgot the exact time.”
“You didn’t see anyone, did you?” Arno stepped two paces forward.
“I did.” Caroline smiled, “Saw something quite interesting.”
“What was it?” Arno casually sat down beside Caroline, less than five centimeters away.
Caroline beckoned Arno closer with an air of mystery. Arno leaned closer, only to hear Caroline whisper, “I discovered a secret.”
Arno’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly, his hand slowly dipped into his pocket, grasping a set of keys… his fingers clamped tightly on the keys like a beast’s claws. Arno softly said, “A secret?”
Caroline said even more mysteriously, “I discovered…”
“Discovered?” Arno’s eyes remained unblinking.
Caroline suddenly playfully said, “The guy in the room across is actually gay!”
“Gay?” Arno was taken aback.
Caroline nodded, casually took a sip of beer, continued watching TV, and said, “Yeah, I saw him kissing another guy in the hallway, and the other guy was your dorm’s admin… my god, I almost puked back then.”
“Hehe… is that so.” Arno slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket, smiled, and said, “That’s really terrible… but you’d better not go out randomly, it’s too dangerous.”
Caroline nodded, “It’s okay, I’m just going downstairs to buy something, I won’t go far. Besides, as you said, even if people from Boston e here, they don’t dare to act rashly.”
Arno stood up and said helplessly, “That’s true… I know you’re quite bored, but it’s better to be careful. By the way, are you hungry? I brought you some food.”
“It’s not bread again, is it?” Caroline lowered her head.
Arno chuckled, “These are cooked dishes I brought back from the school cafeteria… Let me heat it up for you.”
This two-person dormitory was equipped with cooking tools… probably provided by the students themselves. As Arno walked towards the microwave, Caroline slowly exhaled.
Watching Arno’s back as he busied himself with the food, she suddenly glanced at her palm—she remembered the scene that happened when she touched that old man’s shoulder in the afternoon.
Caroline suddenly stood up and walked over to Arno, then hesitated for a moment before lightly patting him on the shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Arno turned around with a puzzled look.
Caroline showed a surprised expression… nothing happened, but she had to explain her actions, so she said, “Nothing, there was a little thing, and I already brushed it off.”
“Thanks.” Arno smiled, then asked, “By the way, do you like spicy sauce?”
Caroline silently bit her lip, then made a rather reckless decision, suddenly leaning against Arno’s chest and kissing his lips directly.
Arno’s breathing suddenly became heavy.
“Consider it… as rent.” Caroline then kissed Arno’s ear, speaking in a voice as fiery as her passion.
Regardless, she had a hot and vibrant youthful body, and Arno immediately reacted in the most primitive male way.
His previously stiff body quickly relaxed, and his hands gently found their way to Caroline’s lower back.
Supported by the position against the cupboard, the two began to kiss intensely. Arno’s breathing became increasingly heavy as he reached to undo Caroline’s clothes.
Caroline’s reactions grew more intense as well, suddenly pulling Arno’s shirt up and bending down to kiss his abdomen. Her hands simultaneously slipped inside Arno’s shirt, beginning to caress his chest.
Little by little, Caroline rolled Arno’s shirt up further, and her kisses moved upward… he let out a fortable moan.
Watching Arno’s expression, Caroline paused when his shirt was fully pushed up to his shoulders, gazing at his chest… there was nothing there except a bit more chest hair.
“Wha-what’s wrong?” Arno exhaled heavily, looking impatiently at Caroline.
With resignation, Caroline said, “Looks like we don’t have any condoms, huh?”
Arno froze, then swallowed and bit his lip, saying, “Wait a sec, I’ll go buy some… be right back!”
He seemed a bit flustered, even more urgently anxious, quickly opening the door and saying in a flash, “Five minutes!”
Caroline struck a teasing pose, “Hurry.”
With a click, the door closed… Caroline quietly reopened it, watching as Arno hurriedly made his way down the hallway, then immediately closed the door again… and locked it.
At this point, she extended her hand, now holding a set of keys.
Gripping the keys tightly, Caroline rushed around the room… Suddenly, she stopped in front of the desk, and using the keys she held as the hero did, began testing them one by one.
Click…
She opened the first drawer, but apart from some certificates, there was nothing inside. Caroline frowned and began opening the next drawer.
One after another, she quickly opened all three drawers in the desk and rifled through their contents, finding nothing—not even the thing she hoped might be there.
In disappointment, Caroline sat down, trying to reorganize her thoughts—if this Arno wasn’t the real Arno, then there was only one possibility.
He was Harry… the real Arno was probably still in the hands of the boss of Boston.
In the convenience store, Caroline had seen this “Arno” selling things to students, which was likely the batch of goods he swallowed from the boss of Boston.
This guy had probably stolen Arno’s identity, posing as a student here for ease of operation… Caroline hoped to find something useful for herself.
Maybe her stolen bank card, which this “Arno” hadn’t had time to deal with, was still hidden somewhere—but there was little chance, and Caroline didn’t hold much hope.
However, there was nothing useful in these drawers either…
Caroline, disappointed, gazed out the window and saw that “Arno” was already hurrying back toward the dormitory… Caroline immediately became panicked.
She hurriedly tidied up the things she had messed with, wiping her face, and anxiously checking for any overlooked spots.
Just then, a knocking at the door sounded!
The keys! The key to open the door was also among this set of keys—”Arno” didn’t have the key to open it!
“Caroline! Caroline!”
The increasingly heavy knocking, the increasingly clear calls of her own name… Caroline’s heart raced, the beat of her heart skyrocketing.
Suddenly, a misty white light appeared before her eyes, and when the light faded, Caroline saw some strange images.
She saw two men entangled in a fight, one of them was Arno… no, maybe Harry.
The other had his back to her, making it impossible for Caroline to see clearly.
At this moment, “Arno” was being pinned by his opponent, who was pummeling him fiercely… It seemed to be in the suburbs, surrounded by forest, and it was likely nighttime.
Suddenly, the indistinct figure drew a dagger and stabbed it into “Arno’s” chest…
“Arno” widened his eyes, gripping the opponent’s arm tightly until finally he stopped moving, his arm falling helplessly to the ground.
“Caroline! Caroline!”
The knocking on the door grew more forceful!
…
“Caroline!!” Arno furrowed his brow deeper, stepping back two steps as if intending to break down the door.
However, at that moment, the door opened, and there was Caroline, wrapped in nothing but a towel, with a surprised expression, “What’s wrong?”
“You…” Arno was taken aback, then said, “Nothing, I was just worried because you didn’t respond for a long time.”
Caroline gave “Arno” a ‘suspicious’ look, puzzled, “I was going to take a shower, and just as I took off my clothes, I heard you knocking. Don’t you have a key?”
“Arno” said, “I seem to have lost my key, did you… see it by any chance?”
Caroline shook her head, “Haven’t seen it.”
As she spoke, she suddenly glanced at the floor by the door, at the corner of the shoe cabinet, and squatted down, “Isn’t it here? Maybe you were in a bit of a hurry earlier?”
Caroline wore a mocking expression—after teasing “Arno,” the man indeed appeared quite distraught.
“Arno” seemed a bit distressed, swallowing and slowly approaching Caroline, grasping her arms as if about to lean in for a kiss, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Caroline, however, dodged back a bit, “Sorry, not today.”
Under Arno’s puzzled gaze, Caroline walked into the bathroom and soon returned holding a small pair of panties with a red stain. Caroline helplessly said, “Bad timing, maybe… next time.”
With that, Caroline gracefully shut the bathroom door.
“Arno” stood there, dumbfounded, feeling increasingly unfortable in his pants, feeling the weight against his lower body. He sighed and sat down with a frustrated look on his face.
Suddenly, “Arno” seemed to remember something and quickly went over to the desk. He opened the first drawer, looked inside, then reached in, feeling around a bit before pulling his hand back out and locking the drawer again.
He stared pensively at the bathroom door.
Shortly after, Caroline, having finished her shower, came out and said, “By the way, I just remembered something.”
㟫㧎䥇䝛䥇㰆”䔓
‘”䟸㓮䫈㧎䥇
爐
老
擄
䝛䏚䝗㤤
虜
蘆
盧
爐
蘆
䫈㰆䥇
擄
䥇䥇㷣䏤䟸䝛㺗㧎㰆
盧
㧎㽅䟸
㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 䟸㧎䥇 㺗䏚㽅㤤 㧎㤤㺗 䟸㧎㰓㺗 䟸㰆䝛㰓䏚䣫䟸䏤䡈䄪 “䥌䏚 䡈䏚䣫 䝛㰆㟫㰆㟫䄟㰆䝛 䥇䫈㧎䥇 䘈 䥇䏚䏤㺗 䡈䏚䣫 㧎䄟䏚䣫䥇 䥇䫈㰆 㺗㧎䡈 䇲㰓䈗㰓㧎 㺗㰓㰆㺗䄪 㽅䫈㰆㤤 㧎 䄟㧎㤤䗂 㑌㧎䝛㺗 䏚㸆 㟫㰓㤤㰆 㽅㧎䟸 㧎䏤䟸䏚 䟸䥇䏚䏤㰆㤤䔓”
䝗䝛㤤䏚 㤤䏚㺗㺗㰆㺗 㧎㤤㺗 䥇䫈㰆㤤 䟸㧎䥇 㺗䏚㽅㤤 㧎䟸 㽅㰆䏤䏤㷣
䫈䥇䥇㧎
㰓㰆㢪㤤䈗
㰆㟫
㧎㰓䗂䚧㤤䟸㰆㢪㸆㰆㰆
㰆䥇䫈
䡈䄟
䝛䏚㸆
䡈䥇㑌䏤䝗䣫䄪㧎”䏤
㧎䟸㽅
䣫䥇㤤䏚’㺗㑌䏤
㺗㧎㤤
㰆㫼㰓䏚䏤㤤㧎䝛
䥇㰆䏤䝛㟫㰓䡈䚧䏚䝛㧎
㤤㰆䏚䡈㟫
䣫㰆䝛䏚䄟㟫䥇䏚㰆䏤䟸
㧎㰓䟸㺗
䝛㑌㺗㧎
䏤䈗㰓”㷣㤤䈗㰆㺗䏚
䥇䫈㰆
䥇䥇䫈㧎
㤤䗂䏚㽅
䏚㰆㤤䏚㟫㰆䟸
䏚䚧㤤䝛䟸㰆
㷣㰆䟸䏤㰆㷣㷣
㰓䟸䄪㧎㺗
䏚㤤’䥇㺗
㟫䡈㧎
㟫㰆䏚㺗䈗
㑌䏚㰆㤤
㧎㽅䟸
㰆䄪㤤䏚䟸䝛㧎䟸
䘈
䫈䥇㭌㧎
㟫䡈㰆䏚㤤
䟸㰓
㑌㧎䏤䟸䏤䡈㷣䣫㧎
䥇䄟䣫
䏚䥇
㺗㧎䟸㰓
㺗㰓䟸㤤㰓㰆
䄟㰆
䥇䥇䫈㧎
䄟㰆
㢪䣫䡈
㰆䥇䫈
㸆㰆㰓䟸㰓㑌㑌䚧
䄪䏚㰆㟫䈗㺗
䥇䫈㰆
䏚㑌㰆㰓䚧䏤
䝗䝛㤤䏚 㸆䝛䏚㽅㤤㰆㺗 㧎㤤㺗 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “䝗䝛㰆 䡈䏚䣫 䟸㧎䡈㰓㤤㢪㷣㷣㷣 㰓䥇’䟸 㺗㰓䝛䥇䡈 㟫䏚㤤㰆䡈䔓”
㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 䟸䫈䏚䏚䗂 䫈㰆䝛 䫈㰆㧎㺗䄪 “䘈 䥇䏚䏤㺗 䡈䏚䣫䄪 䘈 㺗䏚㤤’䥇 䗂㤤䏚㽅㷣 䘈 㽅㧎䟸 䒃䣫䟸䥇 䗂㰆㰆䚧㰓㤤㢪 㰓䥇 㸆䏚䝛 䟸䏚㟫㰆䏚㤤㰆 㰆䏤䟸㰆㷣 䝗㸆䥇㰆䝛 䥇䫈㰆 䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 㽅㧎䟸 㺗䏚㤤㰆䄪 䥇䫈㧎䥇 䚧㰆䝛䟸䏚㤤 䚧䝛䏚㟫㰓䟸㰆㺗 䥇䏚 㢪㰓䈗㰆 㟫㰆 㧎 䝛㰓㑌䫈 䝛㰆㽅㧎䝛㺗㷣”
䘈
䏤㰆㷣㰓䣫㷣㷣䡈䥇䞲
㧎䥇
㧎䥇
䝛䟸䟸㰆㰓䥇
㰓㤤㰓䟸㰆㺗
䗂䏚㢪䏚䏤㰓㤤
㽅䟸㧎
㧎㤤㺗
㧎
䝛䏤䏚㤤㰆㧎㫼㰓
㑌”䏋䡈䟸㧎䝛
䥇䫈㰆
䫈”㰆䝛㰆㭌
㑌䥇䏚䣫䏤㺗㤤’
㰆䥇䫈㤤
䟸䄪㺗㧎㰓
㰓䥇䄟
䏚㤤
䝗䝛䄪䏚㤤
㽅䝛㰆㰆
䝛䚧㺗䏚䟸㽅㧎䟸
㢪㰆㑌㺗㧎䏤㤤
㰓䥇
䫈㰆㭌
㧎
㧎㺗㑌䄪䝛
䥇㰆䝛㽅㤤䥇㰓
㟫䄟䣫䟸㤤㰆䝛
䝗䝛㤤䏚 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 㧎䟸䗂㰆㺗䄪 “㵁䏚㽅 㟫䣫㑌䫈䔓”
㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 䟸䫈䏚㽅㰆㺗 㧎 䫈㰓㤤䥇 䏚㸆 㑌㧎䣫䥇㰓䏚㤤䄪 “㭌䫈㰆 䗂㰆䡈 㰓䟸㤤’䥇 䫈䏚㽅 㟫䣫㑌䫈 㟫䏚㤤㰆䡈 䥇䫈㰆䝛㰆 㰓䟸䄪 䄟䣫䥇 䘈 䥇䫈㰓㤤䗂 㵁㧎䝛䝛䡈 㽅㰓䏤䏤 㺗㰆㸆㰓㤤㰓䥇㰆䏤䡈 䥇䝛䡈 䥇䏚 㢪㰆䥇 䥇䫈㰆 㟫䏚㤤㰆䡈㷣 䂺㰆㑌㧎䣫䟸㰆 䫈㰆 㺗䏚㰆䟸㤤’䥇 䗂㤤䏚㽅 䥇䫈㰆 㟫䏚㤤㰆䡈 㑌㧎㤤’䥇 䄟㰆 䥇䏚䣫㑌䫈㰆㺗㷣”
䝛䚧䟸䏚㰆㤤
㰓䏤䫈㽅㰆䄪
㰓”㭌㷣䫈䟸㷣㷣”
㰓㺗㺗
䫈䟸䣫㑌
㧎㰆䝛
䝗䝛㤤䏚
䥇䫈㰆
䚧㧎䏚㺗㽅䟸䝛䟸
㤤䏚
䏚䡈䣫
䏚㰆㟫䡈㤤
䄟㰆
㰆㰆䗂䚧
㧎
㰆䚧㺗㺗䏚㤤䝛㰆
㧎䝛㑌㺗”䔓
㰓㢪䄟
䟸㰆䝛䣫
䥇㰆䏤
䂺㺗䟸㰆㰓㰆䄪䟸
䏚䡈䣫
䥇䫈㰆
㽅䫈䡈
䥇㧎䫈䥇
䫈㰆䥇
䟸䡈㰓䏤㰆䝛䣫䏚䟸
㸆䏚䝛
㽅㵁䏚”
䄪䟸䣫㟫
䥇㽅㰓䝛㰆
䏚㤤㺗㽅
㑌㤤’䥇㧎
㺗㟫䏚䔓㰆䈗
㺗㤤㧎
㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 䟸㟫㰓䏤㰆㺗 䄟㰓䥇䥇㰆䝛䏤䡈䄪 “㸵䥇䫈㰆䝛㽅㰓䟸㰆䄪 䫈䏚㽅 㑌䏚䣫䏤㺗 䟸䏚㟫㰆䏚㤤㰆 㧎䟸 䏚䝛㺗㰓㤤㧎䝛䡈 㧎䟸 㟫㰆 䫈㧎䈗㰆 㑌䏚㟫㰆 䣫䚧䏚㤤 䟸䣫㑌䫈 㧎 䏤㧎䝛㢪㰆 䟸䣫㟫 䏚㸆 㟫䏚㤤㰆䡈䔓 䘈㸆 䘈 䫈㧎㺗 䟸䣫㑌䫈 㧎䄟㰓䏤㰓䥇㰓㰆䟸䄪 䘈 㽅䏚䣫䏤㺗㤤’䥇 䄟㰆 䫈㰓㺗㰓㤤㢪 䫈㰆䝛㰆䄪 㧎㸆䝛㧎㰓㺗 䏚㸆 㧎 䂺䏚䟸䟸 䏚㸆 䂺䏚䟸䥇䏚㤤㷣 䝗㤤㺗䄪 䘈 㺗䏚㤤’䥇 䗂㤤䏚㽅 㽅䫈䡈 䫈㰆 㽅䝛䏚䥇㰆 䥇䫈㰆 䚧㧎䟸䟸㽅䏚䝛㺗 䏚㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㑌㧎䝛㺗䄪 䒃䣫䟸䥇 㧎䟸 䘈 㺗䏚㤤’䥇 䗂㤤䏚㽅 㽅䫈䡈 䫈㰆 㑌䫈䏚䟸㰆 㟫㰆 䥇䏚 䗂㰆㰆䚧 㰓䥇㷣 㵁䏚㽅㰆䈗㰆䝛䄪 䘈 㧎䏤㽅㧎䡈䟸 㸆㰆㰆䏤 䥇䫈㧎䥇 䚧㰆䝛䟸䏚㤤 㰓䟸㤤’䥇 䏚䝛㺗㰓㤤㧎䝛䡈㷣 㠛䏚䝛㟫㧎䏤䏤䡈䄪 䟸䏚㟫㰆䏚㤤㰆 㽅㰓䥇䫈 䟸䣫㑌䫈 㧎 䏤㧎䝛㢪㰆 䟸䣫㟫 㽅䏚䣫䏤㺗 䚧㰓㑌䗂 䟸䏚㟫㰆䏚㤤㰆 䣫㤤䝛㰆䏤㧎䥇㰆㺗 䏤㰓䗂㰆 㟫㰆 䥇䏚 䗂㰆㰆䚧 㰓䥇䄪 䏚㤤䏤䡈 㰓㸆 䥇䫈㰆䝛㰆’䟸 䟸䏚㟫㰆䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 䥇䫈㰆䡈 㧎䝛㰆 㑌䏚㤤㸆㰓㺗㰆㤤䥇 㧎䄟䏚䣫䥇䔓”
䝗䝛㤤䏚 㽅㧎䟸 䟸㰓䏤㰆㤤䥇 㸆䏚䝛 㧎 䏤䏚㤤㢪 䥇㰓㟫㰆 䄟㰆㸆䏚䝛㰆 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 㧎䟸䗂㰓㤤㢪䄪 “䘈䟸 䥇䫈㰓䟸 㟫䡈䟸䥇㰆䝛㰓䏚䣫䟸 䚧㰆䝛䟸䏚㤤 䝛㰆㧎䏤䏤䡈 䟸䏚 㺗㧎㤤㢪㰆䝛䏚䣫䟸䔓”
㰆䥇䫈
㰆㫼䏤㰓㤤㧎䝛䏚
䥇㰓
㰓䏤䝛㰆䄪䏚䟸䣫䟸䡈
䟸㧎
䏤㰆㽅䏤
䥇㧎䟸㺗䥇䝛㰆
䥇䫈㰆
䏚㸆
㧎䟸㰆㟫
䂺㢪㰓
䏚㸆䄪
䫈㰆䥇
䏚㸆䝛
㧎
䂺䟸䏚䟸
䥇㧎
䄟㑌㧎㰆䣫㰆䟸
䣫䏤㟫䟸䟸
䣫䝛㤤
䏚㧎䏤䟸
䥇䫈䗂㤤㰓㤤䄪㰓㢪
㰓㰆䟸㧎㺗䟸㧎䟸㧎䥇㤤䟸䄪
㤤㧎㺗
䫈㤤㧎䏚㰆䝛䥇
䟸㽅㧎
㽅㧎㧎䡈
㑌䏚䥇㰓㤤㸆㧎㤤㺗
㰆㺗㺗㤤䏚㺗
㤤㸵”
䟸㧎
㭌䏚
㰓㰓䇲㧎䈗
㟫䝛㸆䏚
䫈䏚㽅
䫈䥇㰓䄪䟸
㽅㰆㤤䥇
䗂䚧㧎䟸㰆
䡈䟸㺗㧎
㰓㺗㰆䫈
䝛䡈㑌㧎䂭
䥇䏚
㽅㰆㰆䝛
䝛䣫䏚
㢪㧎㤤䟸㢪
㰓㤤䫈㢪䥇
㤤䥇㰆㧎㽅㺗
㺗㤤㧎
㟫㰆㠛䡈䝛㧎
㰆㷣㢪䏚䫈䝛䥇䥇㰆
㰆䏚㷣”䫈㷣㟫㷣
䏚㸆
㤤䥇㰆㖵
㑌㧎䏚㰓䥇䫈㑌
㰆㸆㺗䣫㷣
䥇㽅䏚
㧎㰆㰆䣫㑌䂺䟸
㸆㽅㰆
䄟䏚䟸䟸
䟸䏚
㸆䏤㰆㽅䝛䏚䚧䣫
㺗䏚䝛䏚
䚧㰆㧎䫈㺗㤤䄪㰆䚧
㺗㰓㺗㰆
䫈䥇䟸㰓㢪㤤
䮳䫈㰆 㢪䏤㧎㤤㑌㰆㺗 㧎䥇 䝗䝛㤤䏚 䣫㤤㰓㤤䥇㰆㤤䥇㰓䏚㤤㧎䏤䏤䡈䄪 䥇䫈㰆㤤 䟸㟫㰓䏤㰆㺗 䄟㰓䥇䥇㰆䝛䏤䡈䄪 “䂺䣫䥇 䟸䫈㰆 䚧䝛䏚䄟㧎䄟䏤䡈 㤤㰆䈗㰆䝛 㰆㖵䚧㰆㑌䥇㰆㺗 䥇䫈㰆 䏚䣫䥇䟸㰓㺗㰆 䥇䏚 䄟㰆 㰆䈗㰆㤤 㟫䏚䝛㰆 㺗㧎㤤㢪㰆䝛䏚䣫䟸㷣”
“㺼䡈 㑌䏚㤤㺗䏚䏤㰆㤤㑌㰆䟸㷣” 䝗䝛㤤䏚 䏚㸆㸆㰆䝛㰆㺗 㑌䏚㟫㸆䏚䝛䥇䄪 䥇䫈㰆㤤 㑌㧎䣫䥇㰓䏚䣫䟸䏤䡈 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “䮳䏚䄪 㺗䏚 䡈䏚䣫 䥇䫈㰓㤤䗂 䥇䫈㰓䟸 㟫䏚㤤㰆䡈 㰓䟸 䝛㰆䏤㧎䥇㰆㺗 䥇䏚 䥇䫈㰆 㢪㧎㤤㢪 㸆㰆䣫㺗 䄟㰆䥇㽅㰆㰆㤤 䥇䫈㰆 䥇㽅䏚 䄟㰓㢪 㢪㧎㤤㢪䟸䔓”
㰆䄟
䫈㰆䝛
䟸䚧㤤㷣䏚㷣㰆䝛㷣
㟫䣫䄪䫈㑌
䥇㟫䫈㢪㰓
㧎䝛㵁䡈䝛
䝛㧎䏚䏤㫼㰆㰓㤤
㤤䫈㤤㢪㰓㰓䗂䥇
㧎㷣㺗㷣㤤㰆䏤䫈㷣
㤤䏚
“䘈
䗂㤤㽅䏚
䘈
‘䘈㟫
㧎䟸
㧎㑌㤤
䡈䄟
㺗㤤䏚’䥇
㰓㤤䚧㤤㺗㰆
㰆㤤䥇䏤䟸䏚
䥇㰆䫈
㧎
䄪䄟㑌䗂㧎
䄟㰓䏤㺗㺗㰆㤤
㰓㤤’䟸䥇
䟸䫈㧎
㰓䥇䗂㤤䫈
䚧䝛㰆㰆䝛䄪㸆㰆㧎䏤䄟
䝛䏚㰓䝛㺗㤤䡈㧎
㧎䫈䈗㰆
䥇䫈㧎䥇
䏚㽅㠛
㰓䥇
䏤䏤㰆㽅䄪
㺗㧎䫈㰆㤤䚧㰆䚧
䏚䄟䒃䄪
䟸䥇䣫䒃
㰓㟫”䫈㷣
䏚䥇䗂䏚
㧎䟸
㰓㤤㺗䗂
䥇䟸䫈㰓
㧎䄪㑌䏤䝗䏤䥇䡈䣫
䥇䄟䣫
䏚䄟䥇䣫䝛䏤㰆
㰆䝛㰆㺗㢪
㰆䥇㰆䫈䝛㰓䏚㽅䟸
㰆䥇㰆䫈䝛
䄪㰓䥇
㧎㽅䟸
㰆䫈㽅㤤
䄟㰆
㭌䥇㧎䫈
䥇䏚䏚
䟸㰓’䥇
㤤㰆㟫䡈䏚
㤤䥇㤤㤤䏚㰓㑌㑌㰆䏚䄪
䫈䥇䥇㧎
㧎㽅䟸
㧎㤤㑌
䘈
㰆䫈䥇
䗂䏚䫈䟸䏚
‘䟸㰓䥇
㧎㤤
䒃䣫䥇䟸
㽅䏚㤤
䏚㤤
䘈
䈗㟫䣫㰆㷣䏤䟸㰓䚧㰓
㤤’䥇䏤䏚㽅㺗䣫
䥇㰓
䄪䫈㺗㰆㧎
㧎䟸㰆㟫
㧎㤤䡈
㰓䫈䥇㤤㷣㢪
䘈
“㭌䫈㧎䥇 㢪䣫䡈 䗂㰓䏤䏤㰆㺗 䇲㰓䈗㰓㧎㷣㷣㷣 䘈䥇’䟸 㧎 䗂㰓㤤㺗 䏚㸆 䝛㰆䥇䝛㰓䄟䣫䥇㰓䏚㤤䄪 䘈 䟸䣫䚧䚧䏚䟸㰆㷣” 㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 䟸㰓㢪䫈㰆㺗䄪 䥇䫈㰆㤤 䏤䏚䏚䗂㰆㺗 㧎䥇 䝗䝛㤤䏚 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 㧎㤤㺗 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “䮳䏚䝛䝛䡈䄪 䘈 㺗㰓㺗㤤’䥇 㟫㰆㧎㤤 䥇䏚䄪 㧎㸆䥇㰆䝛 㧎䏤䏤䄪 㵁㧎䝛䝛䡈 㰓䟸 䟸䥇㰓䏤䏤 䡈䏚䣫䝛㷣㷣㷣”
䝗䝛㤤䏚’䟸 㸆㧎㑌㰆 㽅㧎䟸 㧎 䄟㰓䥇 䣫㤤㤤㧎䥇䣫䝛㧎䏤䄪 䥇䫈㰆㤤 䫈㰆 䟸䫈䏚䏚䗂 䫈㰓䟸 䫈㰆㧎㺗䄪 “䘈䥇’䟸 䏚䗂㧎䡈䄪 㽅㰆 䫈㧎䈗㰆㤤’䥇 䫈㧎㺗 㸆㰆㰆䏤㰓㤤㢪䟸 㸆䏚䝛 㧎 䏤䏚㤤㢪 䥇㰓㟫㰆䄪 㽅䫈㰆䥇䫈㰆䝛 䫈㰆 䏤㰓䈗㰆䟸 䏚䝛 㺗㰓㰆䟸䄪 㰓䥇 㟫㰆㧎㤤䟸 㤤䏚䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 㟫㰆㷣㷣㷣”
䏚㤤䝛䝗
䣫䏤䝛䚧䥇䄟䡈㧎
䫈䟸㢪䣫䏚䥇㷣䫈䥇
㰆䏤㸆䏤
䏤㰓㑌䟸㰆㤤䄪㰆
䫈㭌㰆
㤤㰓
㤤䥇䏚㰓
䈗㰓䟸䝛㑌䏚䥇㤤㤤䏚㧎㰆
䏤䏚䟸䥇
䫈㽅㰓䥇
䮳㰆㰆㰓㤤㢪 䥇䫈㰓䟸䄪 㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “㿦㟫㷣㷣㷣 㽅㧎㤤䥇 㟫㰆 䥇䏚 㺗䏚 䟸䏚㟫㰆䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 㸆䏚䝛 䡈䏚䣫䔓”
䝗䝛㤤䏚 㽅㧎䟸 䥇㧎䗂㰆㤤 㧎䄟㧎㑌䗂䄪 䏤䏚䏚䗂㰓㤤㢪 㧎䥇 㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 㽅㰓䥇䫈 㑌䏚㤤㸆䣫䟸㰓䏚㤤㷣
㰓䏤䚧䄪
䫈䝛㰆
䣫䥇㺗䟸䝛㰆㰆㢪
䏤㤤䏚䡈
䝛㰆䫈
㰆㸆䏤㰓㤤㰆㢪
㰓㤤䝛㧎㫼䏚㰆䏤
䟸㟫䣫䥇
㑌㤤㧎
䘈
㰓㤤
㰓䥇䫈䟸
䘈
㰆䝛㧎䏤䏤䡈
䥇䫈㰓㽅
㰓㟫㢪䏚㤤䈗
㧎䡈㷣㷣㽅㷣
䗂㤤䥇㰓䫈
䫈㧎㤤䄪㺗
㟫”‘䘈
㟫㰆㤤
䟸㷣䏚㷣䝛䡈䝛㷣
䄟㰓㢪㤤㰓䥇
㰓䥇
䡈䏚䣫
㺗㧎”㷣䄟
䏚㑌䏚㟫㸆䥇䝛
㺗㧎㤤
㰆䄟
䣫䚧
䏚㤤㺗㽅䄪
“㠛䏚㷣㷣㷣 䥇䫈㧎䥇’䟸 㤤䏚䥇 㤤㰆㑌㰆䟸䟸㧎䝛䡈㷣” 䝗䝛㤤䏚 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 䟸䥇䏚䏚㺗 䣫䚧 㸆䝛䏚㟫 䥇䫈㰆 䟸䏚㸆㧎䄪 “䘈㷣㷣㷣 䘈 㽅㧎㤤䥇 䥇䏚 㽅㧎䏤䗂 䏚䣫䥇䟸㰓㺗㰆㷣㷣㷣 䒃䣫䟸䥇 䥇䏚 㽅㧎䏤䗂㷣 䘈㸆 䡈䏚䣫㷣㷣㷣 䡈䏚䣫 䫈㧎䈗㰆 㤤䏚 䄟䣫䟸㰓㤤㰆䟸䟸䄪 㰓䥇 㽅䏚䣫䏤㺗 䄟㰆 䄟㰆䟸䥇 㤤䏚䥇 䥇䏚 㢪䏚 䏚䣫䥇㷣”
㫼㧎䝛䏚䏤㰓㤤㰆 㤤䏚㺗㺗㰆㺗 䥇䏚 䟸䫈䏚㽅 䟸䫈㰆 䣫㤤㺗㰆䝛䟸䥇䏚䏚㺗㷣
䏚㸆䝛
㤤㧎㺗
䥇䫈㰆
㑌䣫䏤䞲㰓䡈䗂
㰆䏚㟫㤤䥇㟫䄪
䥇㑌䏚㧎
䏤䏚䟸䏚㰆
䫈䝛㰓䣫䏤㰆䡈㺗䝛
䏚䝗㤤䝛
㰆㰆㺗䟸䟸㺗䝛
㤤㧎㺗
䟸㰓䥇䡈䏤䫈㰆㧎䏤䥇
䏤䥇㰆㸆
䏚㤤
䥇㰓㤤㧎㽅㰓㢪
㸆㺗㷣䏚䏤䏤䏚㽅㰆
㧎
䥇㺗㰓㑌㰆䝛䏤䡈
㤤㧎㫼㰓䝛㰆䏤䏚
䚧䥇䣫
㟫䥇㰓㺗䡈䝛䏚䝛䏚㷣
㰆䝗䝛㸆䥇
䮳䫈㰆 䫈㧎㺗 䏤䏚䟸䥇 㰆䈗㰆䝛䡈䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪䄪 㤤䏚䥇 䒃䣫䟸䥇 䥇䫈㧎䥇 䄟㧎㤤䗂 㑌㧎䝛㺗䄪 㰆䈗㰆㤤 䫈㰆䝛 䟸㧎䈗㰓㤤㢪䟸 䫈㧎㺗 䄟㰆㰆㤤 䟸㰆㰓䂭㰆㺗 䄟䡈 䂺䏚䟸䟸 䏚㸆 䂺䏚䟸䥇䏚㤤㷣㷣㷣 㧎䏤䏤 䄟㰆㑌㧎䣫䟸㰆 䏚㸆 䥇䫈㧎䥇 㢪䣫䡈 㤤㧎㟫㰆㺗 㵁㧎䝛䝛䡈㷣
䮳䫈㰆 㺗㰓㺗㤤’䥇 䗂㤤䏚㽅 㽅䫈㰆䥇䫈㰆䝛 䥇䫈㰓䟸 䝗䝛㤤䏚 㽅㧎䟸 䝛㰆㧎䏤䏤䡈 㵁㧎䝛䝛䡈䄪 䄟䣫䥇 㟫㧎䡈䄟㰆 䟸䫈㰆’㺗 㸆㰓㤤㺗 㧎 㑌䏤䣫㰆㷣
㰆䚧䱀䏤㰆䏚
㽅㷣䏤䥇䫈㧎㰆
㺗㰓㰆
㸆䝛䏚
㷣㷣㷣
㷣㷣㷣
䥇䏚
䏤㧎㰓㰆㰆䝛䝛
㺼䝛㷣
䣫䝛㤤㰆㰆㺗䥇䝛
䣫䫈䝛㰓㤤㢪䟸
䗂䄪䝛䏚㽅
㰓䏚䏚䗂䏤㤤㢪
䥇㤤䫈㧎
䣫䏤䣫㷣㧎䟸
䝛㽅㺗䏚㰆䝛㷣㰓
䏚㟫䫈㰆䄪
㸆䝗䥇䝛㰆
䫈㰓㟫䄪
䟸㧎㽅
㸆㸵㰓
䂺䝛㧎㧎
㿦㤤䏚䚧
㧎
‘㺗䟸㧎䡈
䈗㧎䝛㰓䝛㰓㤤㢪
䟸㤤䫈㰓㸆㰓㰓㤤㢪
䫈㰆
䏚䫈㰆㟫
“㓮䫈㧎䥇 䫈㧎䚧䚧㰆㤤㰆㺗䔓” 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 㸆䝛䏚㽅㤤㰆㺗 㧎㤤㺗 㰓㤤䞲䣫㰓䝛㰆㺗㷣
䂺㧎䝛㧎 䟸䫈䏚䏚䗂 䫈㰆䝛 䫈㰆㧎㺗䄪 “䮳㰓䝛䄪 䘈 㺗䏚㤤’䥇 䗂㤤䏚㽅 䫈䏚㽅 䥇䏚 㺗㰆䟸㑌䝛㰓䄟㰆 㰓䥇㷣㷣㷣 㓮䫈䡈 㺗䏚㤤’䥇 䡈䏚䣫 㢪䏚 䟸㰆㰆 㸆䏚䝛 䡈䏚䣫䝛䟸㰆䏤㸆䄪 㺼䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 䟸㰆㰆㟫䟸 䏚㸆㸆 䥇䏚㺗㧎䡈㷣”
㸵㰓㸆
㽅䟸㧎
㺗䟸䥇䏤㧎䥇㰆䝛
“㰆䝛㰆䫈㓮
䝛㺼㷣
㧎㺗㤤
㰓㢪㧎㤤䄪㧎
㸆㽅㤤㰆䏚䝛㺗
㰓䟸
㰆䫈”䔓
䂺㧎䝛㧎 䞲䣫㰓㑌䗂䏤䡈 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “㵁㰆’䟸 㰓㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㽅䏚䝛䗂䝛䏚䏚㟫 㰓㤤 䥇䫈㰆 䄟㧎㑌䗂䡈㧎䝛㺗㷣”
㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 䥇䫈䝛㰆㽅 䫈㰓䟸 䄟䝛㰓㰆㸆㑌㧎䟸㰆 䏚㤤䥇䏚 䥇䫈㰆 䟸䏚㸆㧎 㧎㤤㺗 㽅㰆㤤䥇 䥇䏚 䥇䫈㰆 䄟㧎㑌䗂䡈㧎䝛㺗 㽅䏚䝛䗂䝛䏚䏚㟫 㽅㰓䥇䫈 䂺㧎䝛㧎㷣 䘈䥇 㽅㧎䟸 䟸㰓㟫䚧䏤䡈 㧎 䟸㟫㧎䏤䏤 㽅䏚䏚㺗㰆㤤 䫈䏚䣫䟸㰆 䣫䟸㰆㺗 㸆䏚䝛 䟸䥇䏚䝛㰓㤤㢪 䏚㺗㺗䟸 㧎㤤㺗 㰆㤤㺗䟸 㧎䏤䏚㤤㢪 㽅㰓䥇䫈 㧎㤤䡈 䫈䏚㟫㰆 䥇䏚䏚䏤䟸 䏤㰓䗂㰆 䫈㧎䝛㺗㽅㧎䝛㰆 㧎㤤㺗 䥇䫈㰆 䏤㰓䗂㰆㷣
㤤䫈㰆㓮
㤤䏚
㰓㤤
䡈㰓㤤䏤㢪
䚧㺗䏤䡈䝛㧎㰓
䥌䝛㷣
㧎㽅䟸
䄪㺗䏚䣫䝛㤤㢪
㺗㤤䫈㧎䄪
㽅㤤䥇㰓䝛㰓㢪
㰆䥇䫈
䝛㧎㺗䝛䈗㰆㰓䄪
㸆㰓㸵
䟸㰆㢪㤤䏚㟫䥇㰓䫈
䥇䫈㰆
㧎䗂䏤䫈㑌
㑌㰆䨽㰆㤤䝛
㧎㤤㺗
㤤䏚
䏤㷣䏚㸆䝛䏚
㷣㺼䝛
㧎㧎䂺䝛
㸵㤤㰆 㧎㸆䥇㰆䝛 㧎㤤䏚䥇䫈㰆䝛䄪 䥇䫈㰆䝛㰆 㽅㰆䝛㰆 㑌䏚㟫䚧䏤㰆㖵 㸆䏚䝛㟫䣫䏤㧎䟸 㑌䏚㟫䚧䏚䟸㰆㺗 䏚㸆 䈗㧎䝛㰓䏚䣫䟸 䟸䡈㟫䄟䏚䏤䟸 㧎㤤㺗 㰆䞲䣫㧎䥇㰓䏚㤤䟸—㤤䏚䥇 䒃䣫䟸䥇 䏚㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㸆䏤䏚䏚䝛䄪 䄟䣫䥇 㰆䈗㰆㤤 䏚㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㽅㧎䏤䏤䟸䄪 䥇㧎䄟䏤㰆䟸䄪 㽅䫈㰆䝛㰆䈗㰆䝛 㧎 䄟䏤㧎㤤䗂 䟸䚧㧎㑌㰆 㽅㧎䟸 䈗㰓䟸㰓䄟䏤㰆䄪 㰓䥇 㽅㧎䟸 㧎䏤䏤 㸆㰓䏤䏤㰆㺗 㽅㰓䥇䫈 㺗㰓㸆㸆㰆䝛㰆㤤䥇 㸆䏚䝛㟫䣫䏤㧎䟸㷣
䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 䟸㰆㰆㟫㰆㺗 䥇䏚 䫈㧎䈗㰆 㸆㧎䏤䏤㰆㤤 㰓㤤䥇䏚 㧎 䗂㰓㤤㺗 䏚㸆 㟫㧎㺗㤤㰆䟸䟸䄪 㽅㰓䥇䫈 䥇䫈㰆 㸆䏤䏚䏚䝛 㑌䏚䈗㰆䝛㰆㺗 㰓㤤 㺗㰓䟸㑌㧎䝛㺗㰆㺗 㑌䫈㧎䏤䗂㷣
䫈㧎䟸
㵁”㽅䏚
㺼䝛㷣
㰆䏤㰓䗂
‘䟸㸵㸆㰓
㰆䄟㤤㰆
㰆㤤㺗㺗㰆㷣䚧㰆㰆
䥇䫈㰓䔓”䟸
㢪㤤䏤䏚
㤤㽅䏚䝛㸆
㰆䫈
“䨽䏚䝛 䞲䣫㰓䥇㰆 䟸䏚㟫㰆 䥇㰓㟫㰆 㤤䏚㽅䄪” 䂺㧎䝛㧎 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “㺼䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 㽅㰆㤤䥇 䟸䥇䝛㧎㰓㢪䫈䥇 䫈㰆䝛㰆 㧎䟸 䟸䏚䏚㤤 㧎䟸 䫈㰆 㑌㧎㟫㰆 䫈䏚㟫㰆 㧎䥇 㺗䣫䟸䗂㷣 䘈 㺗㰓㺗㤤’䥇 䚧㧎䡈 㟫䣫㑌䫈 㟫㰓㤤㺗 㧎䥇 䥇䫈㰆 䥇㰓㟫㰆㷣 㓮䫈㰆㤤 䘈 㸆㰓㤤㰓䟸䫈㰆㺗 㟫㧎䗂㰓㤤㢪 㺗㰓㤤㤤㰆䝛 㧎㤤㺗 㽅㧎䟸 㢪䏚㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 㑌㧎䏤䏤 䫈㰓㟫䄪 䘈 䟸㧎㽅 䥇䫈㰓䟸㷣 㠛䏚 㟫㧎䥇䥇㰆䝛 䫈䏚㽅 䘈 㑌㧎䏤䏤㰆㺗 䫈㰓㟫䄪 䫈㰆 㰓㢪㤤䏚䝛㰆㺗 㟫㰆㷣”
㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 㽅㧎䏤䗂㰆㺗 㺗㰓䝛㰆㑌䥇䏤䡈 䄟㰆䫈㰓㤤㺗 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌䄪 㧎䄟䏚䣫䥇 䥇䏚 䟸䚧㰆㧎䗂䄪 㽅䫈㰆㤤 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 䟸䥇䏚䏚㺗 䣫䚧䄪 “㵁㧎䝛䝛䡈䄪 䘈’䈗㰆 䥇䏚䏤㺗 䡈䏚䣫 㟫㧎㤤䡈 䥇㰓㟫㰆䟸 㤤䏚䥇 䥇䏚 㑌䏚㟫䚧䣫䥇㰆 䥇䫈㰆 㰓㺗㰆㧎䏤 䟸䚧㰆㰆㺗 䣫䟸㰓㤤㢪 㟫㰆䝛㰆䏤䡈 䥇䫈㰆 㭌䟸㰓䏚䏤䗂䏚䈗䟸䗂䡈 㰆䞲䣫㧎䥇㰓䏚㤤 㸆䏚䝛 䥇䫈㰆 䞲䣫㧎㤤䥇㰓䥇䡈 䏚㸆 䝛䏚㑌䗂㰆䥇 䚧䝛䏚䚧㰆䏤䏤㧎㤤䥇 㧎㤤㺗 㰆㤤㢪㰓㤤㰆 䚧㧎䝛㧎㟫㰆䥇㰆䝛䟸䝤 䥇䫈㧎䥇 㸆䏚䝛㟫䣫䏤㧎 㰓䟸 䏚䣫䥇㺗㧎䥇㰆㺗䏋”
㺼䝛㷣
䡈䄟
㸵㸆㰓
䏤䟸㰆䡈㤤䣫㺗㺗
䝛䥌㷣
䝛㰆䨽䟸㰆㑌㤤’
䏤䟸䝛䥇㰆㧎㺗䥇
䟸㧎㽅
䏚䫈㷣䣫䥇䟸
㵁㰓䟸 㰆㖵䚧䝛㰆䟸䟸㰓䏚㤤 㑌䫈㧎㤤㢪㰆㺗 㧎䟸 䫈㰆 䟸㧎㽅 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 䥇㧎䏤䗂㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 㧎㤤 䏚䏤㺗 䄟䝛䏚㽅㤤 䄟㰆㧎䝛 䚧䣫䚧䚧㰆䥇 䏚㤤 䥇䫈㰆 䥇㧎䄟䏤㰆㷣㷣㷣 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 㺗㰓㺗㤤’䥇 䗂㤤䏚㽅 㽅䫈㧎䥇 㽅㧎䟸 䫈㧎䚧䚧㰆㤤㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌䄪 䄟䣫䥇 䥇䏚 䫈㰓㟫䄪 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 䟸㰆㰆㟫㰆㺗 䥇䏚 䄟㰆 䥇㧎䏤䗂㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 䫈㰓㟫䟸㰆䏤㸆䏋
“㭌䫈㰓䟸 䫈㰆䝛㰆 㰓䟸 㵁㧎䝛䝛䡈䄪” 䂺㧎䝛㧎 㑌㧎㟫㰆 䏚䈗㰆䝛 䚧䏚㰓㤤䥇㰓㤤㢪 㧎䥇 䥇䫈㰆 䄟䝛䏚㽅㤤 䄟㰆㧎䝛 䚧䣫䚧䚧㰆䥇 㧎㤤㺗 䥇䫈㰆㤤 㧎 㽅䏚䝛㤤㞶䏚䣫䥇 䥇䣫䄟㰆 䥇㰆䏤㰆䈗㰓䟸㰓䏚㤤 㤤㰆㧎䝛䄟䡈䄪 “㭌䫈㰓䟸 㰓䟸 䂺䏚䈗㰆㷣”
㑌㰆㑌㰆䥇䝛䏤㰓
䝛䟸㑌䣫䣫㰆㤤䏤䏚㰓㺗
㸆㸵’䟸㰓
㰓㸆䫈䟸㤤㢪㰓
㢪㧎䂭䄪㰆
䏚㺗䝛䄪
䏤䏤䝛㺗㰓䄪
䝛㧎䂺㧎
㧎㰆䟸㟫㤤
㟫䫈䝛㧎㟫䄪㰆
㺼䝛㷣
㑌㰆㧎䫈
㤤㰓
㟫㰓㰆䥇
䥇䫈㰆
㷣䏚㤤㰆
㰓㤤㢪㤤㧎㟫
㰓䥇㓮䫈
䏚䏚䫈㽅䝛㰆䝛—䗂㟫䥇䏚
㧎㑌㰆䫈
㤤㰆䝛㟫㰓㢪㤤㰓㧎
䇲㧎䟸䥇䏤䡈䄪 䂺㧎䝛㧎 䚧㰓㑌䗂㰆㺗 䣫䚧 㧎 㺗㰆㸆䏤㧎䥇㰆㺗 䟸䏚㑌㑌㰆䝛 䄟㧎䏤䏤 㸆䝛䏚㟫 䥇䫈㰆 㢪䝛䏚䣫㤤㺗 㧎㤤㺗 䟸㟫㰓䏤㰆㺗 䄟㰓䥇䥇㰆䝛䏤䡈䄪 “㭌䫈㰓䟸 㰓䟸 䡈䏚䣫䄪 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓㷣㷣㷣 䥇䫈㰆 㺗䏚㑌䥇䏚䝛 䟸㧎㰓㺗 䡈䏚䣫 㽅㰆䝛㰆 䄟䏚䥇䫈㰆䝛㰓㤤㢪 䫈㰓䟸 㽅䏚䝛䗂䄪 䟸䏚 䫈㰆 䗂㰓㑌䗂㰆㺗 䡈䏚䣫㷣㷣㷣 㓮㰆䏤䏤䄪 䘈 㟫㰆㧎㤤䄪 䫈㰆 䗂㰓㑌䗂㰆㺗 䥇䫈㰓䟸 䄟㧎䏤䏤 㧎㽅㧎䡈㷣”
㼫䈗㰆䝛䡈 䥇㰓㟫㰆 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 䫈㰆㧎䝛㺗 䂺㧎䝛㧎 䣫䥇䥇㰆䝛 㧎 㤤㧎㟫㰆䄪 䫈㰓䟸 㰆㖵䚧䝛㰆䟸䟸㰓䏚㤤 㢪䝛㰆㽅 㰓㤤㑌䝛㰆㧎䟸㰓㤤㢪䏤䡈 㢪䝛㰓㟫㷣
䂺㧎㧎䝛
䏚䥇
㧎
䫈䝛㰆
㺼䝛㷣
䥇㰓䟸䡈䏤㤤䫈㰆㧎䥇
䝛㰆”㰆䫈䔓
㤤㑌㢪䏤㧎䏤㰓
䣫䏚䥇
㰓㸵䄪㸆
䏚䚧㰆䏤㟫䄟䝛
䝛㰆䨽㰆㑌㤤
㤤㧎㺗
䮳”䄪䝛㰓
䝛䣫㺗㤤䏚㧎
㰆䄪㧎䫈㺗
㤤㰓䏤㸆㧎䏤䡈
䝛䫈䥇㰆㰆
㰓䥇㽅䫈
䥌䝛㷣
䣫㰓㤤䥇㢪㢪㰆䟸䝛
㷣㤤㰆㰆䄟㷣㷣
㧎㰆䄪䥇㰓䟸㰆䫈㺗䥇
䟸㧎䫈
“㭌䫈㰆䟸㰆 䚧㰆䏚䚧䏤㰆䄪 㧎䏤䏤 䏚㸆 䥇䫈㰆㟫 㸆䝛䏚㟫 䄟㧎㑌䗂 䥇䫈㰆㤤㷣㷣㷣” 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 䟸䫈㰓䈗㰆䝛㰆㺗㷣
㵁㰆 䟸䥇䝛䏚㤤㢪䏤䡈 䫈㰆䏤㺗 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌’䟸 䟸䫈䏚䣫䏤㺗㰆䝛䟸䄪 㑌㧎䝛㰆㸆䣫䏤䏤䡈 䟸䥇㧎䝛㰓㤤㢪 㰓㤤䥇䏚 䫈㰓䟸 㰆䡈㰆䟸䄪 䄟䣫䥇 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 䟸㰆㰆㟫㰆㺗 㰓㤤䟸㰆㤤䟸㰓䥇㰓䈗㰆䄪 㟫䣫㟫䄟䏤㰓㤤㢪䄪 “㵁㰓㢪䫈㞶㰆㤤㰆䝛㢪䡈 䚧䝛䏚䚧㰆䏤䏤㧎㤤䥇䟸䄪 㟫䣫䟸䥇 䣫䟸㰆 㟫䏚䝛㰆 㰆㸆㸆㰓㑌㰓㰆㤤䥇 䚧䝛䏚䚧㰆䏤䏤㧎㤤䥇䟸 㽅㰓䥇䫈 䫈㰓㢪䫈㰆䝛 䟸䚧㰆㑌㰓㸆㰓㑌 㰓㟫䚧䣫䏤䟸㰆㷣㷣㷣 㭌䫈㰆 㸆㰓䝛䟸䥇 㧎㤤㺗 䟸㰆㑌䏚㤤㺗 䟸䥇㧎㢪㰆 䝛䏚㑌䗂㰆䥇䟸 䟸䫈䏚䣫䏤㺗 䄟㰆 䏤㰓㢪䫈䥇㰆䝛䄪 䥇䫈㰆䡈 㑌㧎㤤 䄟㰆 䏤㰓㢪䫈䥇㰆䝛㷣㷣㷣 䌡䣫䟸䥇 㧎 䄟㰓䥇 㟫䏚䝛㰆䄪 䒃䣫䟸䥇 㧎 䄟㰓䥇 㟫䏚䝛㰆㷣㷣㷣”
䏋㟫㧎㤤”
䣫䟸䏚㺗䏤䝛䫈㰆䟸
㫼”㧎㤤
㓮䗂㧎㰆
䏋㰆䝛䫈㧎䏋
㰆䨽㑌䝛䟸㰆㤤’
㺼㷣䝛
㷣䝛䥌
㰓㸵㸆
“㺗㸵䏤
䫈䗂䏚䏚䟸
㸆䏚㑌䏤䡈㸆㰆䣫䏤䄪䝛
䚧䣫䏋䏋”
䣫䡈䏚
“䮳䥇㰓䏤䏤 㤤䏚䥇 㽅䏚䝛䗂㰓㤤㢪㷣㷣㷣 䟸䥇㰓䏤䏤 㤤䏚䥇 㽅䏚䝛䗂㰓㤤㢪㷣㷣㷣 㺼㧎㺗㧎㟫 㺼㧎㢪㢪㰓㰆䄪 䚧䏤㰆㧎䟸㰆 䫈㰆䏤䚧 㟫㰆 䟸㰓㟫䣫䏤㧎䥇㰆 䏚㤤㑌㰆 㟫䏚䝛㰆䄪 䘈 䟸㰆㰆㟫 䥇䏚 䫈㧎䈗㰆 䥇䫈䏚䣫㢪䫈䥇 䏚㸆 㧎 㤤㰆㽅 䄟䝛㰆㧎䗂䥇䫈䝛䏚䣫㢪䫈㷣㷣㷣”
“㺼㧎㺗㧎㟫 㺼㧎㢪㢪㰓㰆 㰓䟸 㧎䏤䝛㰆㧎㺗䡈 㺗㰆㧎㺗䏋䏋” 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 䟸䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 䝛䏚㧎䝛㰆㺗㷣
䫈㭌㰆
䝛㰆㖵㤤䥇䚧㰆㰓㰆㟫
㟫䡈
㟫䡈
䝛㰆㧎
㤤㺗㧎
㰆䫈䥇㤤
䝛䚧䟸䣫䥇㺗㰓
㰆䏋㧎䡈䝛
㸆㧎䏤䫈
䣫䡈䏚
䝛㷣䥌
‘䥇䏚㺗㤤
䏤㽅㰓䏤
䔓䡈䏚䣫
㰆䗂䏚䏤㺗䏚
㤤㰓
㸵㸆㰓
䥇䥌㤤䏚’
㰓㺗䄪㧎䟸
䄪䣫䏚䥇
㰓㤤
㤤㰓
㰆䝛㧎
㰓㤤
㽅䗂䏚䏋䝛
䥇㰆䗂㧎㤤
㽅㧎䟸
䏤㧎䄟䔓
䥇㧎
㤤㰓㤤䏚㑌䄪䟸䣫䏚㸆
㧎”㽅䡈䏋
䡈㟫
㰆㺗䟸䏤䡈䣫㺗㤤
䥇䥇䟸䝛㧎
䝛㧎㰆㢪㤤䚧㰓䚧㧎
䄟㑌䗂㧎㧎䄪
䏚㓮䫈”
㸆㺗䝛㽅㤤䏚㰆䄪
䥇㖵㰆㤤
䨽㑌㰆䝛㰆㤤
㧎
䞰䥇㰆
䫈㓮䡈
䝛㺼㷣
䥇㰆㢪
䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 䟸䫈䏚䏚䗂 䏚㸆㸆 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓’䟸 䫈㧎㤤㺗䟸䄪 䥇䫈㰆㤤 䥇䏚䏚䗂 䥇䫈㰆 㑌䫈㧎䏤䗂 㰓㤤 䫈㰓䟸 䫈㧎㤤㺗䄪 䥇䣫䝛㤤㰆㺗 㧎䝛䏚䣫㤤㺗䄪 㧎㤤㺗 㰆䝛㧎䟸㰆㺗 㧎 䚧㰓䏤㰆 䏚㸆 㸆䏚䝛㟫䣫䏤㧎䟸 䏚㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㺗㰆䟸䗂䄪 䥇䫈㰆㤤 㑌䏚㤤䥇㰓㤤䣫㰆㺗 㽅䝛㰓䥇㰓㤤㢪㷣
㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 䄟㰆㑌㧎㟫㰆 㧎㤤㢪䝛䡈 㧎㤤㺗 㺗㰓䝛㰆㑌䥇䏤䡈 䝛㰆㧎㑌䫈㰆㺗 䏚䣫䥇 䥇䏚 㢪䝛㧎䄟 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌’䟸 㧎䝛㟫䄪 䟸㤤㧎䥇㑌䫈㰆㺗 䥇䫈㰆 㑌䫈㧎䏤䗂 㸆䝛䏚㟫 䫈㰓䟸 䫈㧎㤤㺗䄪 㧎㤤㺗 䟸䫈䏚䣫䥇㰆㺗 㧎㤤㢪䝛㰓䏤䡈䄪 “㓮䫈㧎䥇 䗂㰓㤤㺗 䏚㸆 㟫㧎㺗㤤㰆䟸䟸 㧎䝛㰆 䡈䏚䣫 㺗䏚㰓㤤㢪䏋 䘈 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 㺼㧎㺗㧎㟫 㺼㧎㢪㢪㰓㰆 㰓䟸 㧎䏤䝛㰆㧎㺗䡈 㺗㰆㧎㺗䏋 䨎䏚䣫 㧎䝛㰆 䥇䫈㰆 䏚㤤㰆 㽅䫈䏚 㑌㧎䣫䟸㰆㺗 䫈㰆䝛 㺗㰆㧎䥇䫈䏋䏋”
䝛㺼㷣
㽅䡈䄪㧎㧎
㢪䝛㑌㰆㧎䟸㟫㤤㰓䄪
䥌㷣䝛
㸆䏚䡈䝛䏤䏤㑌㰆㸆䣫
䮳”䥇䣫䡈㰓㰆㑌䝛䏋䏋
䏋䣫䥇䏚䏋
㧎䏤䏚䟸
㰆䨽㰆㤤㑌䝛
䏚㭌䝛㽅䫈
䏋㰓䝛䣫䡈㰆㑌䮳䥇
㤤䫈䚧㰓䣫䟸㢪
㰓㟫䫈
㸵㰓㸆
㧎㺗䥇䟸䝛䥇㰆
㤤㰆䈗㰆
“䮳㑌䣫䡈䏋䝛㰆㰓䥇
䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 㸆䝛㧎㤤䥇㰓㑌㧎䏤䏤䡈 㢪䝛㧎䄟䄟㰆㺗 䈗㧎䝛㰓䏚䣫䟸 䥇䏚䏚䏤䟸 䏚㤤 䥇䫈㰆 䥇㧎䄟䏤㰆 㧎㤤㺗 䥇䫈䝛㰆㽅 䥇䫈㰆㟫 㧎䥇 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓㷣
䮳㑌㰓䟸䟸䏚䝛䟸䄪 䫈㧎㟫㟫㰆䝛䄪 㢪䏤䣫㰆㷣㷣㷣
㺗㢪䏚䏚㷣”
䟸㧎㽅
䂺㧎㧎䝛
㑌䝛㰆䝛䣫㤤䥇
㰓㸵㸆
䚧䟸䝛㰆䚧㧎䫈
㺗䫈㤤’䏚䥇䣫䏤䟸
䥇䏚䣫
䝛䥌㷣
㰆㽅
㰓䫈䥇䟸
䥇䫈㰆
㤤㺗㧎
䚧䝛䗂㑌㰆䏚䄪䟸㽅㧎
㑌䗂䣫䞲㰓䏤䡈
䨽㷣㰆㷣㤤䝛㰆㑌㷣
㰓䟸
㰓䫈䟸
䘈
䗂㰓㤤䫈䥇
䥇㤤䏚
㷣䝛㺼
䝛㰆䏚䏚䚧䈗䗂
䣫䚧㺗㰆䏤䏤
䏚㸆
“䮳䝛䄪㰓
䥇㧎䥇㰆䟸
“㵁㰆’䟸 䥇䏚䥇㧎䏤䏤䡈 㑌䝛㧎䂭䡈䏋” 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 㑌䣫䝛䟸㰆㺗䄪 “㵁㰆 㺗䏚㰆䟸㤤’䥇 㰆䈗㰆㤤 䝛㰆㑌䏚㢪㤤㰓䂭㰆 㟫㰆䏋”
䨎㰆䥇 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌䄪 㧎㸆䥇㰆䝛 㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 㧎㤤㺗 䂺㧎䝛㧎 䏤㰆㸆䥇 䥇䫈㰆 㽅䏚䝛䗂䟸䚧㧎㑌㰆䄪 䝛㰆䥇䣫䝛㤤㰆㺗 䥇䏚 㑌㧎䏤㟫䄪 㧎㤤㺗 䄟㰆㢪㧎㤤 㺗䝛㧎㽅㰓㤤㢪 䏚㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㢪䝛䏚䣫㤤㺗 㧎㢪㧎㰓㤤㷣
㸆㰓㸵
䏚䥇
䝛䂭㑌䏋”䡈㧎
䚧㰆㰆䗂
䄪㸆䣫䏤䏚䡈䣫䝛㰓䟸
䥇䫈㰆
䏚䫈㽅
㧎䟸㽅
㷣㺼䝛
㰆䟸㰆
䡈㰓㤤䝛㧎㢪䏤
䥇㤤䥌’䏚
䥇㰓䏋
㢪㰓䈗㰆
㧎䗂䏚䚧㰆㑌䝛䟸㽅䄪
䫈㰆䥇
䫈㰆
䫈䟸䥇䣫㺗㰆䏚
䏚㤤㢪䏤
㧎㑌㤤
㟫㰓䫈
䚧䥇㰆䝛㤤㺗㰓㰆㢪㤤
㺗㤤㧎
䄟㰆
䏚䝛䏚㺗
䟸䥇䫈㰓䄪
䏚㸆
㰆䟸䥇䏤’
䥇䫈䣫䟸
䏚㺗䄪䏚㸆
䇲㑌䗂”䏚
㺼䝛㷣 㸵㸆㰓 䥇䣫䝛㤤㰆㺗 㧎䝛䏚䣫㤤㺗 㧎㤤㺗 䏤㰆㸆䥇㷣
䂺㧎䝛㧎 䫈㰆䏤䚧䏤㰆䟸䟸䏤䡈 㢪䏤㧎㤤㑌㰆㺗 㧎䥇 䥇䫈㰆 㽅㰓㤤㺗䏚㽅䄪 䥌䝛㷣 䨽㰆䝛㰆㤤㑌 㧎㑌䥇㰆㺗 㧎䟸 㰓㸆 㤤䏚䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 㽅㧎䟸 㽅䝛䏚㤤㢪㷣
䫈䥇㰆
䥇㽅䟸䏚䫈㟫㧎㰆
䥇䥇䣫㰓䥇䟸㰆㤤㰓䔓
㓮㧎䟸
㰆䫈䥇
䫈㰆䟸
㰆䝛㰆㑌䫈㧎䟸䝛
䨽䟸㰆㤤䝛’㑌㰆
㸆䝛䏚
㸆䏚
䏤䟸䡈㧎㰓㸆’㟫
䄟㧎䥇䣫䏚
䥇䫈㰓䟸
㺼䝛㷣
㰆䫈㺗㰓䟸䄪㢪
㧎㷣㷣㷣㧎㸆㰓㸆䝛䟸
㸆㟫䝛䏚
䥌䝛㷣
䂺㧎䝛㧎
䗂㰓㺗㤤
㤤㽅䗂㰆
䏤㧎䏚㰓䥇㤤㰆㧎䥇㰓䝛
㢪㤤䏚䝛㸆㰓㑌
䥇䏚
㸆㰓㸵
㰓䫈㟫
䝛㰓㤤䟸㢪㰆
㷣㷣㷣
㷣㷣㷣
䏚㤤䥇
䥇㰆㧎䏤
䏚䝛㸆
㰆㷣㰓㟫䥇
㤤㢪䏤䏚
䫈㧎㺗
㤤㢪䏚䮳
䟸䥇䏤㰆䚧
䟸䫈䥇㰓
㤤㰓
㧎
䏚㰓㧎㤤㭌䡈䣫
㵁㰆 䏚㤤䏤䡈 㑌䏤㰓㟫䄟㰆㺗 䏚䣫䥇 䏚㸆 䄟㰆㺗 㧎䝛䏚䣫㤤㺗 䥇㰆㤤 㰓㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㟫䏚䝛㤤㰓㤤㢪䄪 㸆㰆㰆䏤㰓㤤㢪 㸆䣫䏤䏤 䏚㸆 㰆㤤㰆䝛㢪䡈 㽅䫈㰓䏤㰆 㧎䏤䟸䏚 㰆㖵䚧㰆䝛㰓㰆㤤㑌㰓㤤㢪 㧎 䟸㰆㤤䟸㰆 䏚㸆 㸆䣫䏤㸆㰓䏤䏤㟫㰆㤤䥇䝤 㤤䏚䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 㟫㧎䗂㰆䟸 䏚㤤㰆 㸆㰆㰆䏤 䫈㧎䚧䚧㰓㰆䝛 䥇䫈㧎㤤 㸆䣫䏤㸆㰓䏤䏤㰓㤤㢪 㧎 䏤䏚㤤㢪䟸䥇㧎㤤㺗㰓㤤㢪 㽅㰓䟸䫈㷣
“䮳㰓䝛䄪 䡈䏚䣫’䝛㰆 㧎㽅㧎䗂㰆㷣”
㿦䏤㤤㑌㰆
㤤㧎䡈㷣㰓䣫㭌䏚
䏚㰆䝛䫈䥇
䡈䝛㧎㰆㺗㧎䏤
䟸㟫㰆㰓䥇䄪
䣫㓮
㤤㰓
䫈㺗㧎
䥇䝛䏚㤤㸆
䮳㢪㤤䏚
䄪䟸㤤㰆㧎䟸䝛䥇䈗
䫈䥇䣫䝛䄟䏚㢪
㧎㤤㺗
㤤㰓䈗㰓䝛㢪䝛㧎
䫈㽅䟸㧎㰓㤤㢪
㰆㧎䫈㑌
䟸䏤䏚䥇㽅㰆
䏚㸆
㢪㧎䝛䝛䡈㑌㤤㰓
䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 㽅㧎䟸 㰓㤤 㤤䏚 䝛䣫䟸䫈 䥇䏚 㽅㧎䟸䫈 䣫䚧䄪 㰓㤤䟸䥇㰆㧎㺗 䫈㰆 㧎䟸䗂㰆㺗䄪 “㓮䫈㰆䝛㰆’䟸 䇲䣫䏚 䨓㰓䣫䔓 䥌㰓㺗 䫈㰆 㽅㧎䗂㰆 䣫䚧䔓 㓮㧎䟸 㰆䈗㰆䝛䡈䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 䏚䗂㧎䡈 䏤㧎䟸䥇 㤤㰓㢪䫈䥇䔓 䘈䥇’䟸 㟫䡈 㸆㧎䣫䏤䥇䄪 䘈 䟸䏤㰆䚧䥇 䥇䏚䏚 㰆㧎䝛䏤䡈㷣”
“㠛䏚䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 䚧㧎䝛䥇㰓㑌䣫䏤㧎䝛䏤䡈 䟸䚧㰆㑌㰓㧎䏤 䫈㧎䚧䚧㰆㤤㰆㺗㷣” 㿦㤤㑌䏤㰆 㓮䣫 㑌䫈䣫㑌䗂䏤㰆㺗䄪 “䨎䏚䣫㤤㢪 㺼㧎䟸䥇㰆䝛 䨓㰓䣫 㽅㧎䟸 㧎䏤䟸䏚 䥇㰓䝛㰆㺗 㧎䏤䏤 㺗㧎䡈䄪 㧎㤤㺗 㸆㰆䏤䏤 㧎䟸䏤㰆㰆䚧 㰆㧎䝛䏤䡈㷣 䂺䣫䥇 䫈㰆’䟸 㧎䏤䝛㰆㧎㺗䡈 㧎㽅㧎䗂㰆 㤤䏚㽅䄪 䫈㰆’䟸 䫈㧎㤤㢪㰓㤤㢪 䏚䣫䥇 㽅㰓䥇䫈 䥇䫈㰆 㰆䏤㺗㰆䟸䥇 䡈䏚䣫㤤㢪 㟫㧎䟸䥇㰆䝛䄪 䟸㧎㰓㺗 䥇䫈㰆䡈 㽅㰆䝛㰆 㢪䏚㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 䄟䣫䡈 䡈䏚䣫 䟸䏚㟫㰆䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 㰆㧎䥇㷣”
㸆䣫䥇䏚䫈䝛
㤤䮳䏚㢪
䄟䣫䡈
䏤㰆䥇
㟫㧎䗂㰆
㰓䥇䄪
䔓㰓䥇”
䏚䥇
䥇㽅㧎㤤
㺗䟸㰓䄪㰆㟫䏤
㤤㰆㺗㰆
㺗㤤㧎
䏚䣫䥇
䡈㤤㭌䣫㰓䏚㧎
䥇䫈㰆
䏚䥇
䄪㰆㧎䥇
㰆㰆䈗”䝛㓮䫈㧎䥇
䣫䏚䡈
䫈䡈㽅
䏚㢪
㿦㤤㑌䏤㰆 㓮䣫 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “㭌䫈㰆 㰆䏤㺗㰆䟸䥇 䡈䏚䣫㤤㢪 㟫㧎䟸䥇㰆䝛 䟸㧎㰓㺗 䫈㰆 㽅㧎㤤䥇㰆㺗 䟸䏚㟫㰆 䟸䏚䡈 㟫㰓䏤䗂 㧎㤤㺗 䡈䏚䣫䥇㰓㧎䏚䄪 䟸䏚 䫈㰆 㽅㰆㤤䥇 䥇䏚 㫗䫈䏚㤤㢪䫈䣫㧎 䮳䥇䝛㰆㰆䥇 䥇䏚 䄟䣫䡈 䥇䫈㰆㟫㷣㷣㷣 䟸䫈䏚䣫䏤㺗 䄟㰆 䄟㧎㑌䗂 䟸䏚䏚㤤㷣”
䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 㸆㰆䏤䥇 㧎 㽅㧎䈗㰆 䏚㸆 㢪䝛㧎䥇㰓㸆㰓㑌㧎䥇㰓䏚㤤䄪 “㭌䫈㰆䟸㰆 䥇㽅䏚 䗂㰓㺗䟸 㧎䝛㰆 䥇䫈䏚䣫㢪䫈䥇㸆䣫䏤… 㿦㤤㑌䏤㰆 㓮䣫䄪 䫈㰆䏤䚧 㟫㰆 䣫䚧㷣”
䣫䡈䞲㑌㰓䗂䏤
㰓䟸䝛㷣”
㓮䣫
㸆䝛㧎㫼䄪”㰆䏤䣫
䚧䣫䄪
㰓㭌䏚㤤䡈䣫㧎
䏤㿦㤤㰆㑌
㢪䏚䮳㤤
㰆㰆䚧䏤㺗䫈
䮳䣫㺗㺗㰆㤤䏤䡈 㧎 㟫㧎㤤 䟸㽅㰓㸆䥇䏤䡈 㽅㧎䏤䗂㰆㺗 䥇䏚 䥇䫈㰆 䝛䏚䏚㟫’䟸 㺗䏚䏚䝛䄪 䝛㰆䟸䚧㰆㑌䥇㸆䣫䏤䏤䡈 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “䮳㰓䝛䄪 䡈䏚䣫䝛 䟸㧎䥇㰆䏤䏤㰓䥇㰆 䚧䫈䏚㤤㰆䄪 㰓䥇’䟸 㸆䝛䏚㟫 㵁䣫㧎 㫼䏚䣫㤤䥇䝛䡈㷣”
“㵁䣫㧎 㫼䏚䣫㤤䥇䝛䡈䔓” 䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 㸆䝛䏚㽅㤤㰆㺗 㧎㤤㺗 䫈䣫䝛䝛㰓㰆㺗䏤䡈 䟸㧎㰓㺗䄪 “㭌㧎䗂㰆 㰓䥇㷣”
䏤㰆㑌㿦㤤
㓮䣫
䏚㸆
䫈㰓䟸
㰆䫈
䏤䥇㸆㰆
㺗㤤䫈㧎㰆㺗
㰆䫈䥇
㤤㧎㺗
䈗㰆䝛䏚
䝛䏚䏚㺗
㧎㤤䄪䫈㺗
㽅䈗㧎㺗㰆
㰆䏤䥇㸆
䚧䣫䏚䝛㢪
㸆㰆䥇䝛䝗
㑌䏤㰆䏚䟸㺗
䏚䝛㟫䏚
䥇䫈㰆
䥇䝗
䏚䥇
䏚㧎䟸䏤
䏚䮳㢪㤤
䡈䝛㰆䚧䏤䏚䝛䚧㷣
㿦㤤䏤㰆㑌
㭌䄪䏚㰓䡈䣫㤤㧎
䚧䫈㤤㰆䏚
䏚㰆䝛㺗䡈䝛䏤
㰆䥇䫈
䫈䥇㰆
㰓䟸䥇䫈
㰆㤤䟸䟸䥇䝛䈗㧎
䣫㓮
㰆㤤䏚㟫䄪䥇㟫
㧎
䏚䏚㟫㷣䝛
㭌䫈㰓䟸 䥇㰓㟫㰆䄪 䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 㸆㰓㤤㧎䏤䏤䡈 䟸㧎㰓㺗 䟸㰆䝛㰓䏚䣫䟸䏤䡈䄪 “㭌䫈㰓䟸 㰓䟸 䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫㷣”
“䇲㰓䥇䥇䏤㰆 㺗䏚㢪 䏚㸆 䥇䫈㰆 䮳䏚㤤㢪 䨽㧎㟫㰓䏤䡈䄪 㰓䥇’䟸 㟫㰆㷣”
䣫䥇㧎㺗䥇㰓䥇㰆
㰆㧎䄟㟫㰆㑌
䥇㧎䄪䏤㰆
㤤䮳㢪䏚
䟸”䥇䮳㰓㰆䝛
䥇䫈㰆
㑌䏤㤤㰓㧎䏤㢪
㰆㟫
䡈䣫䏚㰓㧎㭌㤤
䝛㧎䥇㟫㰆䥇㷣”
㰓䟸䥇䫈
㰓䝛㰆䡈䝛䏤䣫䫈㺗
䄪䝛䣫䥇䚧㰓䫈㢪
㧎䥇䟸
䇲㰓䄪
䫈㽅䟸’䥇㧎
䫈䣫䄟㰆䄪䏤㟫
䟸㰓䫈
㭌䫈㰓䟸 㑌㧎䏤䏤 㽅㧎䟸 㸆䝛䏚㟫 㵁䣫㧎 㫼䏚䣫㤤䥇䝛䡈 㰓㤤 䥇䫈㰆 㺗㰆㰆䚧 㤤㰓㢪䫈䥇㷣㷣㷣 㸆䝛䏚㟫 㫗䫈㧎㤤㢪 䇲㰓 䇲㧎㤤㸆㧎㤤㢪 䥇䫈㰆 䏚䏤㺗 䏤㧎㺗䡈 䏚㸆 䥇䫈㰆 㫗䫈㧎㤤㢪 㸆㧎㟫㰓䏤䡈㷣
“䇲㰓䥇䥇䏤㰆 㺗䏚㢪 䏚㸆 䥇䫈㰆 䮳䏚㤤㢪 䨽㧎㟫㰓䏤䡈䄪 䘈 㸆䏚䣫㤤㺗 䟸䏚㟫㰆 䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪䟸 㧎䄟䏚䣫䥇 䥇䫈㰆 䚧㰆䝛䟸䏚㤤 䡈䏚䣫 㧎䟸䗂㰆㺗 㟫㰆 䥇䏚 㰓㤤䈗㰆䟸䥇㰓㢪㧎䥇㰆㷣 䘈 䄟㰆䥇 䡈䏚䣫 㽅㰓䏤䏤 䄟㰆 䈗㰆䝛䡈 㰓㤤䥇㰆䝛㰆䟸䥇㰆㺗㷣”
㰆”䟸䱀㧎䏤㰆
“㰆㟫㷣
䏤䏤㰆䥇
㤤䏚㧎䡈㰓䣫㭌
䮳㢪䏚㤤
㸆㰆㺗㤤䏚䝛㽅
䥇㰓䫈㢪䥇䏤㷣䡈
“䮳䏚㟫㰆䏚㤤㰆 㸆䝛䏚㟫 䡈䏚䣫䝛 䮳䏚㤤㢪 䨽㧎㟫㰓䏤䡈 㟫㰓㢪䫈䥇 䫈㧎䈗㰆 䄟㰆㰆㤤 䟸㰆㑌䝛㰆䥇䏤䡈 䗂㰓䏤䏤㰆㺗㷣” 䘈㤤 㸆䝛䏚㤤䥇 䏚㸆 䫈㰆䝛 㺗㰆䟸䗂䄪 㫗䫈㧎㤤㢪 䇲㰓 䇲㧎㤤㸆㧎㤤㢪 䏤䏚䏚䗂㰆㺗 㧎䥇 䟸䏚㟫㰆 㟫㧎䥇㰆䝛㰓㧎䏤䟸 㰓㤤 㸆䝛䏚㤤䥇 䏚㸆 䫈㰆䝛䄪 “㵁㰆䝛㰆 㧎䝛㰆 㧎 㸆㰆㽅 㺗䏚㑌䣫㟫㰆㤤䥇䟸䄪 䘈’䏤䏤 䥇㰆䏤䏤 䡈䏚䣫㷣㷣㷣”
㭌䫈㰓䟸 㽅㧎䟸 䟸㰆㤤䥇 䄟䡈 䮳䫈㰓 䮳䫈㰓䒃㰓㰆䄪 䟸䏚䝛䥇㰆㺗 䏚䣫䥇 㑌䏚㟫䚧䏤㰆䥇㰆䏤䡈㷣 㫗䫈㧎㤤㢪 䇲㰓 䇲㧎㤤㸆㧎㤤㢪 㺗㰓㺗㤤’䥇 䫈㰓㺗㰆 㧎㤤䡈䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪䄪 䟸䫈㰆 㑌㧎䏤㟫䏤䡈 㺗㰆䟸㑌䝛㰓䄟㰆㺗 㽅䫈㧎䥇 䟸䫈㰆 㸆䏚䣫㤤㺗 䏚䣫䥇䄪 㽅㰓䥇䫈䏚䣫䥇 䏚㟫㰓䟸䟸㰓䏚㤤㷣
䏚䣫䡈
㤤䏚㢪䮳
㸆㤤㰓㤤㧎㟫䏚䝛䥇㰓䏚
䏚㸆
䥇㰓㽅䫈
㑌㤤㰆㰆䟸
㧎䟸
㷣㷣”㷣
䥇䫈㰆
䡈䏚䣫
䝛㧎㰆
㰆䫈䥇
䥇䏚
㧎䟸
䏚㟫䝛㰆
䏚㤤䟸䏚
䚧䚧㰆㰆䏤䏚
㰓䥇㷣
㧎㟫䡈䄪㰓䨽䏤
㤤㰓㢪䫈䏚䚧
㺼䡈
㺗㰆㰓䝛䈗䚧䏚
䄪䝛䡈㰆㧎
㰆䚧㰓䄟䟸䏚㷣䟸䏤
㰓䥇䟸䏤䏤
䝛䏚㢪䏤䫈䣫䡈
㧎䫈䥇䥇
㰆䥇䏤䥇㰓䇲
㧎㰆䝛
䏚㢪㺗
㭌䥇㧎䫈’䟸
㰓㤤㰓㤤㧎䟸㢪䈗㰓㰆䥇㢪䥇
㰆㰆䏚䈗㤤䝛㰆䡈
䝛㰆䟸㰆㤤䚧䥇
㤤㰓㰓䔓䏤䟸䥇㤤㰆”㢪
㧎䥇
䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 㽅㧎䟸 䟸㰓䏤㰆㤤䥇 㸆䏚䝛 㧎 㽅䫈㰓䏤㰆 䄟㰆㸆䏚䝛㰆 䟸䏤䏚㽅䏤䡈 䟸㧎䡈㰓㤤㢪䄪 “䮳㰓䟸䥇㰆䝛 䇲㰓䄪 㟫㧎䡈 䘈 㧎䟸䗂 㸆䏚䝛 䏚㤤㰆 㟫䏚䝛㰆 䥇䫈㰓㤤㢪 㸆䝛䏚㟫 䡈䏚䣫䔓”
“㭌㰆䏤䏤 㟫㰆䄪 㽅䫈㧎䥇’䟸 䥇䫈㰆 㟫㧎䥇䥇㰆䝛䔓”
䘈”
㧎䗂㑌䄟”㷣
㽅㧎㤤䥇
䥇䏚
㢪䏚
㫗䫈㧎㤤㢪 䇲㰓 䇲㧎㤤㸆㧎㤤㢪 㸆䝛䏚㽅㤤㰆㺗䄪 “㵁䏚㽅 㟫㧎㤤䡈 䚧㰆䏚䚧䏤㰆䔓”
䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 䟸㧎㰓㺗 㰓㤤 㧎 㺗㰆㰆䚧 䈗䏚㰓㑌㰆䄪 “㭌䫈䝛㰆㰆 䫈䣫㤤㺗䝛㰆㺗䏋”
䫈”㭌䥇䟸’㧎
䏚䥇䏚
㟫㧎”㷣䡈㤤
“㺼䏚䝛㰆 㑌㧎㤤’䥇 䄟㰆 㑌䏚㤤䟸㰓㺗㰆䝛㰆㺗 䥇䏚䏚 㟫䣫㑌䫈䏋” 䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 䟸㧎㰓㺗 䟸䏚䏤㰆㟫㤤䏤䡈䄪 “䘈 䗂㤤䏚㽅 䥇䫈㰓䟸 㰓䟸 䟸䏚㟫㰆㽅䫈㧎䥇 㺗㰓㸆㸆㰓㑌䣫䏤䥇䄪 㰓㸆 䮳㰓䟸䥇㰆䝛 䇲㰓 㸆㰓㤤㺗䟸 㰓䥇 䥇䏚䏚 䥇䝛䏚䣫䄟䏤㰆䟸䏚㟫㰆䄪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 㽅㰓䏤䏤 䥇䫈㰓㤤䗂 䏚㸆 䏚䥇䫈㰆䝛 㽅㧎䡈䟸㷣”
“䨎䏚䣫 㧎䝛㰆 㢪䏚㰓㤤㢪 䥇䏚 㟫㧎䗂㰆 㧎 䄟䏤䏚䏚㺗䡈 䟸䥇䏚䝛㟫㷣㷣㷣 䇲㰓䥇䥇䏤㰆 㺗䏚㢪 䏚㸆 䥇䫈㰆 䮳䏚㤤㢪 䨽㧎㟫㰓䏤䡈㷣” 㫗䫈㧎㤤㢪 䇲㰓 䇲㧎㤤㸆㧎㤤㢪 䟸㰓㢪䫈㰆㺗䄪 “䘈’䏤䏤 㸆㰓㤤㺗 㧎 㽅㧎䡈䄪 䄟䣫䥇 㑌㧎㤤 䏚㤤䏤䡈 㺗䏚 㰓䥇 㰓㤤 䄟㧎䥇㑌䫈㰆䟸䄪 㧎䏤䟸䏚 䫈䏚䚧㰆 䡈䏚䣫 㽅䏚㤤’䥇 㢪䏚 䥇䏚䏚 㸆㧎䝛㷣”
䞰䝛㧎”㰆䥇
㰆㤤㺗䟸㰆
䗂㧎”㷣䥇㤤䫈䟸
䟸㰆㤤㺗㤤㰓䗂䟸
䏚㤤
“䂺䣫䥇 䘈 䫈㧎䈗㰆 㧎 㑌䏚㤤㺗㰓䥇㰓䏚㤤㷣”
“䱀䏤㰆㧎䟸㰆 䟸㧎䡈㷣”
㤤㺗㰆䏤
䫈䥇㰆
䘈”
㧎
䏤䗂㑌㧎㰓㤤㢪
䚧㤤䟸䝛㷣䏤䏚㤤㰆㰆
䄟㧎䣫䏚䥇
䏚䮳㤤㢪
㟫㧎䄪䡈䨽㰓䏤
㧎
䏤䇲㰆㰓䥇䥇
䏚䡈䣫䝛
㢪㺗䏚
䏚䥇
㤤㰆㑌㰆䝛䡈䏤䥇
㰓䏤㽅䏤
㟫㤤㰆
㤤䟸䚧䝛㧎䏚䏚㸆㰓䟸䏤㰆
䗂䥇䏚䏚
㰆㰆㤤㺗
䝛䥇䫈㰆㰆
䫈㺗㰆䣫㺗䝛㤤
䏚㽅䫈
䏚䒃䄟䄪
䥇”㰓䔓
㸆䏚
㧎䫈䄪㺗㤤
㟫㰆
“䌡䣫䟸䥇 㸆䏚䏤䏤䏚㽅 䏚䝛㺗㰆䝛䟸㷣” 䮳䏚㤤㢪 㭌㰓㧎㤤䡈䏚䣫 㺗㰓㺗 㤤䏚䥇 䫈㰆䟸㰓䥇㧎䥇㰆 㸆䏚䝛 㧎 㟫䏚㟫㰆㤤䥇 㧎㤤㺗 㧎㢪䝛㰆㰆㺗 㺗㰓䝛㰆㑌䥇䏤䡈㷣㷣
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