Chapter 848: Chapter 92: To Those Bestowed with Dreams and the Future (7)
The normal exam didn’t consume much of Arno’s energy because he had done a lot of preparation before the test.
He even finished the test paper early, but he didn’t leave the exam room early; instead, he left with the other examinees.
According to the original plan, after the exam, Arno would swap identities with Harry—even after interrogating Harry last night, Arno still maintained this idea because he needed more time to monitor the development of the entire group led by Boston.
But he changed his mind at the last minute.
There were just too many uncertain factors, and considering Harry’s current mental state, Arno couldn’t be sure if Harry would suddenly lose control, not to mention Harry’s hand was injured, which was also hard to explain… So, Arno planned to temporarily delay the identity swap.
Originally, there were two more exams in the next few days, so Arno simply planned to get through these days like this, which also made it easier for him to directly monitor Caroline.
Not only did he install a tracker on the phone he gave to Caroline, but he also installed monitoring software, so just after leaving the exam room, Arno took out his phone to see if Caroline had contacted the outside world during this time.
However, to Arno’s disappointment, Caroline apparently hadn’t contacted anyone—not even making a single call.
But Arno had good patience, so he wasn’t in a hurry… Slow movements meant having more time to deploy and gradually eliminate uncontrollable factors.
“Caroline, I’ve finished the exam.” At this moment, Arno directly contacted Caroline, “I’ll be back soon, are you hungry? What do you want to eat, I’ll bring some back for you… alright, wait for me a moment.”
Arno quickly walked down the stairs of the teaching building and into the crowd.
At this time, a girl who also came out of the exam room saw him, seemingly remembered something, and hurried over, seemingly planning to call out to Arno, but Arno quickly disappeared into the crowd, and was out of sight after just a few glances.
“Shanna, what happened?”
Soon, another man walked over to the girl’s side, affectionately wrapping his arms around Shanna’s waist, asking with concern.
The girl named Shanna shook her head and casually said, “Nothing, I saw an acquaintance we rarely meet, so I planned to ask something, but couldn’t see them after a moment.”
The man didn’t mind; he just nodded and then considered where to go for a meal with the girl next.
Listening to the man’s suggestion, a smile gradually appeared on Shanna’s face, and the two slowly left—if Caroline were here, she would have recognized this girl named Shanna because Shanna was indeed the girl in the photo who was quite close to Lucas.
…
Caroline was still in dormitory 403, boringly playing a bird… game, waiting for ‘Arno’ to return.
But before she could wait for ‘Arno’ to return, there was a rapid knock on the door, which suddenly made Caroline nervous—if it were ‘Arno,’ they would naturally open and e in directly.
But Caroline quickly relaxed because the person knocking on the door slipped a note through the door crack and then left. After taking a look at the content on the note, Caroline confirmed the identity of this mysterious person who left: 403.
However, when Caroline saw the content on the note, she fell into a dilemma. Because what 403 wrote on the note about her next action made Caroline feel slightly unfortable.
“Fall in love”
Fall in love?
Caroline was momentarily stunned, was this a hint to use charms or something?
Caroline didn’t particularly mind doing something like selling appearance, the key is—in her nineteen years of life, she didn’t know what it is to be in love.
Being in love is not making love… if it were making love, she guaranteed she would be at a Master Level, but when it es to being in love, she could only be considered a novice, and still the fighter jet among novices.
Caroline rolled her eyes, then directly tore the note into pieces and flushed it down the toilet, like flushing dog poop, and gave a middle finger to the swirl in the toilet.
At this moment, the dormitory door opened normally, Caroline heard the noise and rushed out, watching ‘Arno’ walk in with a bag full of food.
She suddenly walked up to ‘Arno’, placed a hand on ‘Arno’s shoulder, and tilted her head, saying: “Hey, buddy, want to go on a date with me?”
“Hmm?” Arno showed an extremely puzzled expression.
Caroline laughed it off and said, “Actually, it’s just because I’m too bored, so I wanted to go out for a walk, like that masquerade ball you took me to yesterday. Didn’t you say yesterday that it was pretty safe, can’t we go?”
In Arno’s heart, he secretly cursed Harry for being a troublesome guy—because going out means an increase in variables, how could it be as stable as just staying in the dorm?
It’s just considering Caroline fully capable of sneaking out herself when he’s out—wait, why did she suddenly propose to go out? Could it be for some plan… the truth about that bank card?
Arno pondered slightly, then nodded, “Alright, where do you want to go?”
Caroline rolled her eyes and said, “e on, since it’s a date, of course, you, as the man, should think about where to go! Anyway, isn’t the final stop always a place like the Clock Hotel?”
Date = sex.
This was basically Caroline’s understanding.
Arno could only check the time, then nod and agree, “Alright then, we’ll go out after we finish eating.”
…
In fact, the places Arno arranged were basically places on the university campus that couples often went to, not to say these places didn’t have good atmospheres, but Caroline always felt that these dating places had a somewhat textbook feel… could this guy also not know how to woo a girl?
Caroline looked at this guy, needing her kindly reminder, only then he understood to buy some water back or something… did this guy really ever work as an escort?
How did Livia manage to end up with this guy originally?
By the way, they were currently in a hall within the university—a place that tells the history of the university, including an exhibition room with many eminent figures and outstanding achievements since the university’s founding.
Arno was watching with great interest, but Caroline felt unusually bored, yet had to wear a forced smile—perhaps, because he was playing the role of a bookworm, ‘Arno’ looked like a nerd?
These brothers were really remarkable; whether it was knowing about Arno secretly controlling a criminal gang from 403, or Harry’s acting while playing ‘Arno,’ Caroline felt that this world owed these brothers a Little Golden Man.
Eh… what’s this? Caroline’s gaze suddenly stopped on an exhibition table.
“Why did you stop?” At this moment, Adam saw Caroline suddenly stop and walked over, “Feeling bored?”
“Oh… No, I’m just a bit curious who this old man is.” Caroline pointed at the items on the exhibition platform, numerous photos, trophies, and a bronze bust statue.
Adam pushed his glasses up and glanced at it, “This is Dr. Ferenc, a highly distinguished scientist in our country. He was a professor at this school before and later his capabilities were so outstanding that he was invited to the National Research Institute, but he always retained his title at the university… Later I heard a major accident happened, which left Dr. Ferenc dispirited for quite some time. Hmm… Recently, it seems there’s talk about him returning as the honorary dean, but I haven’t seen him.”
Caroline thought, you lousy escort who skips classes, it would be strange if you ever saw him.
However, turns out that old man at the artificial lake that day has such big connections… So, I’ve actually met a real celebrity.
“So?” Adam suddenly looked at Caroline.
Caroline paused, curiously asked, “So… So what?”
Adam said, “Would you feel too bored?”
Adam has been secretly observing Caroline’s actions, noticing she hasn’t shown any peculiar behavior nor left anything resembling a covert sign throughout the process… Perhaps I was overthinking, she might just be exhausted and merely wanted to take a walk for some fresh air.
Caroline shook her head, “It’s not boring at all, rather, it feels quite interesting. Looking at these people, I feel like I’m peering into another world… A world pletely different from mine.”
Caroline’s words are quite heartfelt… In the highest academic institution of this city, everywhere feels out of place for her.
The enthusiasm they possess is something Caroline both fears and envies.
“Do you want to change?” Adam suddenly asked.
Caroline opened her mouth, suddenly realizing she didn’t know how to answer such a question… In her memory, no one has ever asked her such a question.
She hesitated several times before finally shaking her head and giving an answer, “I don’t know. Maybe… Maybe it’s impossible to change.”
“Perhaps, it’s just you don’t dare to take the first step.” Adam also shook his head.
Caroline fell into a state of confusion, lost interest in what happens next, and then said, “I’m tired, let’s go back.”
…
…
Ten hours have already passed since the detailed examination of Dr. Ferenc’s body.
The hospital established an expert panel, launching a long and difficult discussion on Dr. Ferenc’s condition, with Mr. Ofi participating throughout the process.
The presence of this national figure ensured that these experts at the discussion meeting put forth all their efforts, even more intensively than when they obtained their medical licenses.
The experts struggled to the point of being red-faced in the meeting but were unable to e up with a feasible solution that could convince everyone.
“I’ll step out for a bit.” Mr. Ofi couldn’t bear watching anymore, in his anxious heartburn, he didn’t want to continue wasting time at this lengthy discussion meeting.
He walked out to the hallway outside the meeting room, sat down, face tired… Dr. Ferenc, his father, life ebbing away with every passing minute and second, it’s a prolonged and torturous emotional ordeal for the family.
“Sir, you really are here.”
“Bara, you’ve e.”
The dedicated Filipino maid who has been taking care of the family brought Mr. Ofi some food using a thermos at this moment.
“Sir, Louis has a day off tomorrow, you say this…” Bara sat down.
Mr. Ofi furrowed his brow before silently shaking his head, “Just say I’m on a business trip, don’t e over these two days, stay home and take care of Louis.”
“Alright.” Bara wanted to say something else, but at that moment, rapid footsteps could be heard.
A young man in a suit, probably around twenty-seven or eight years old, called out to Mr. Ofi from a distance.
Bara recognized this young man, recalling that he seemed to be Mr. Ofi’s secretary from work, having seen him a few times, so she wisely stood up, excused herself, and went back to the ward to care for Dr. Ferenc.
“What is it?” Mr. Ofi glanced at his secretary.
Even with the incident concerning Dr. Ferenc, Mr. Ofi hadn’t taken leave—not because he was unwilling, but in his position, there’s virtually no concept of having time off. His rest even requires the president’s consent, making the application quite troublesome.
Having no other way, he could only use devices such as phones to manage daily work, delegating matters that could be handed over for others to follow up on.
The secretary sat down at this moment, showing concern, “There’s nothing particularly significant, just ing over to check on the officer and the doctor, everyone is quite worried.”
“Thanks for caring.” Mr. Ofi managed a smile before letting out a sigh, “I can hold up.”
“Have those experts concluded anything?” The secretary curiously asked.
Mr. Ofi shook his head.
The secretary also sighed directly, looking helpless, “It would be great if miracles existed in this world, given the doctor’s tremendous contribution throughout life, why wasn’t he blessed?”
Mr. Ofi shook his head and smiled bitterly, “Where does this world have miracles, we’re believers in science.”
The secretary smiled awkwardly, after all, the Security Department originally revered high-tech, but he suddenly remembered a report from these days and couldn’t help saying, “That might not be the case, a few days ago someone indeed witnessed a miracle.”
Mr. Ofi gave a questioning look—naturally, he wasn’t particularly interested in the existence of miracles, just simply wanting to know something else to distract himself from his heavy heart.
The secretary probably understood Mr. Ofi’s intentions, so he said, “Speaking of which, it was at the theatre memorial a few days ago. I heard another person claiming to be the envoy of a god resurrected a merchant shot in the chest… Oh, right, here’s a video shot by a bystander at the time, though a bit blurry.”
Saying this, the secretary opened his phone in front of Mr. Ofi and played a constantly shaking video…
㑰䗡䗡䊾
㥐䑄䎧㥐䃄䊾㭩㨫䔦㐞
櫓
櫓
㭩䎧
蘆
盧
虜
老
㭩䗡䃄
㧊㭘㐞䗡㐞䃄㑰㧊䊾
擄
䎧䔦䊾㧎䃄
䍫䢂䎧䗡䎧
䊾㭩
䗡䃄㭩
㭘䟠䃄㭘䋾㩃
盧
䗡㭩䃄
䗡䏋㭩㭘
䗡㑰䎧䗡㭩㥐䝟㑒
䊾㑒䚖㭩䃄
㐞䊾
㑒䢂䃄㧎
䎧㭩䋾䊾㥐䃄䎧䢂㑒㐞
蘆
㭘䗡䢂䑄䍫
䃄䎧㐞䟠
䃄㭩䗡
老
䎧㭩
䏋㭘䢂
䎧䑄㑒
䢂㥐㧊䢂㙭䎧䊾䃄
䊾㧎䋾䢂㐞䟠䃄
䎧䔦䊾䃄㧎
䎧㑰㭩
㩱䎧䐞䎧㭩㭘㑰䃄
㩃㭘㧎䃄
“㟳䃄’䢂 䢂㭩㭘㐞㧎䊾㐞㑰 㑒㧊䩺 䓱䗡䊾䢂 㩃㭘㐞 䊾䢂 㭘䟠㭩㑒㭘㥐㥐䑄 䢂㭩㭘㐞㧎䊾㐞㑰 㑒㧊䩺 䭨䗡 㩃䑄 㑰䎧㧎㨫 䏋㭘䢂 䗡䃄 䋾䃄㭘㥐㥐䑄 䢂䗡䎧㭩䴢 䝲䗡㭘㭩 㧎䊾㧎 㪔 䒤㑒䢂㭩 䢂䃄䃄䴢 㟳䃄’䢂 㩱㥐䑄䊾㐞㑰䩺 㟳䃄’䢂 㩱㥐䑄䊾㐞㑰䩺䩺 䭨䗡㨫 㑰䎧㧎䩺䩺”
䭨㩱 䟠䎧㑒䋾䢂䃄㨫 㭩䗡䃄䋾䃄 䏋㭘䢂 㭘㥐䢂䎧 㭩䗡䃄 䔦䎧䊾䟠䃄 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 㧊䃄䋾䢂䎧㐞 㩱䊾㥐㩃䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 䔦䊾㧎䃄䎧䐞
䋾㱟䐞
㭘䃄䍫㨫㩱
䎧㥐㧎䟠䃄䃄㐞㭘㧎䠇䢂㑰
䏋㭘㩱㥐䢂
䗡䊾㩃
䗡䃄
䋾㩱䃄㧎䎧㐞䏋
䃄䎧䏋䏋㥐䊾㧎䔦䋾
㨫㐞䃄㧎
䢂䃄䋾䗡䟠㭘䊾㑰㐞
䊾䗡䢂
䗡㭩㭩㭘
㧎㧎㑒䑄䢂㥐㐞䃄
䟠䃄㭩㐞䎧㐞㭩
䏋㭘䢂
㧎䔦’䃄䎧䊾䢂
㐞䎧䊾㭩
㐞䊾
㧎㧎䊾㧊㭘䐞䢂㭘䋾㧊䃄䃄
㩱䭨䊾
㑰䃄㱟䃄䋾䢂㐞䢂䃄
䢂䍫䑄
㩱䎧䋾
㩱䎧
㭩䗡䃄
䊾㑒㥐䊾㭩㭩㐞—
㭘䏋䢂
䗡㭩䃄
䎧㭩㑒䗡㨫䗡㑒㭩䎧㑰䋾
㧎㭘㐞
㭘㧎䃄㩃䢂䍫
㶣㧎䎧
㭩䗡䃄
䗡㭩䃄
䃄䢂䎧㧎㭘䋾
㭘㧎㐞
䏋䗡㐞䃄
䃄㐞㥐㥐䊾㭩㑰
㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㭩䗡䃄㐞 㧊䋾䃄䢂䢂䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄 䢂㭩䎧㧊 㙭㑒㭩㭩䎧㐞—䊾㩱 䗡䃄 䏋㭘䢂 䊾㐞䊾㭩䊾㭘㥐㥐䑄 䢂㭩䊾㥐㥐 㧊䎧㐞㧎䃄䋾䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 㩱㥐㭘䏋䢂 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㩱䊾㥐㩃㨫 㭩䗡䃄㐞 㑒㧊䎧㐞 䢂䃄䃄䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 㱟䃄䢂䢂䃄㐞㑰䃄䋾 䎧㩱 㶣䎧㧎 㥐㭘㑒㐞䟠䗡 䊾㐞㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 䢂䍫䑄㨫 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 䟠䎧㐞䟠㥐㑒㧎䃄㧎 㭩䗡㭘㭩 䊾㭩 䏋㭘䢂 㭘 䗡䎧㭘䊪 䔦䊾㧎䃄䎧䐞
㪔㭩’䢂 䔦䃄䋾䑄 㥐䊾䍫䃄㥐䑄 㭩䗡㭘㭩 䢂㧊䃄䟠䊾㭘㥐 䃄㩱㩱䃄䟠㭩䢂 㭘㐞㧎 䢂㧊䃄䟠䊾㭘㥐 䃄㧎䊾㭩䊾㐞㑰 䏋䃄䋾䃄 㑒䢂䃄㧎䐞 䝲䊾㭩䗡 䢂㑒䟠䗡 㭘㧎䔦㭘㐞䟠䃄㧎 㩱䊾㥐㩃 㭩䃄䟠䗡㐞䎧㥐䎧㑰䑄 㭩䎧㧎㭘䑄㨫 䟠䋾䃄㭘㭩䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䊾䢂 㥐䃄䔦䃄㥐 䎧㩱 䔦䊾㧎䃄䎧 䏋䎧㑒㥐㧎㐞’㭩 㙭䃄 㭩䎧䎧 㧎䊾㩱㩱䊾䟠㑒㥐㭩䐞
䊾䢂䗡
㥔䃄㐞㑰䃄䊾
䎧㭩䍫䎧
䗡㧊䃄㐞䐞䎧
䢂䊾䗡
㐞䎧
㭘䍫㙭䟠
䎧㐞㑰䋾䃄㥐
䃄䢂䃄䋾䑄㭩䟠䋾㭘
䏋㭘䢂
䃄䗡㭩
䢂䃄䊾䃄㐞㨫㭩䃄㭩䋾㧎
㑒䋾䃄䎧䢂䋾㧊䊾
䍫䑄䏋㥐㭘㧎䏋㭘䋾
㭘䗡㭩㭩
㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 䢂㑒㧎㧎䃄㐞㥐䑄 㭘䢂䍫䃄㧎㨫 “㟳㭘䔦䃄 䏋䃄 㩱䎧㑒㐞㧎 䎧㑒㭩 㭩䗡䃄 䎧䋾䊾㑰䊾㐞 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䊾䢂 䔦䊾㧎䃄䎧䴢”
䭨䋾䊾㑰䊾㐞㭘㥐㥐䑄㨫 䢂㑒䟠䗡 㭘㭩㭩䃄㐞㭩䊾䎧㐞䠇䢂䃄䃄䍫䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰䢂 㧎䊾㧎㐞’㭩 䋾䃄䚖㑒䊾䋾䃄 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㭩䎧 䏋䎧䋾䋾䑄 㭘㙭䎧㑒㭩䐞䐞䐞 㭩䗡䃄 㐞㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞㭘㥐 䢂䃄䟠㑒䋾䊾㭩䑄 㧎䃄㧊㭘䋾㭩㩃䃄㐞㭩 㐞㭘㭩㑒䋾㭘㥐㥐䑄 䏋䎧㑒㥐㧎㐞’㭩 㙭䎧㭩䗡䃄䋾 䏋䊾㭩䗡 䢂㑒䟠䗡 㭩䋾䊾䔦䊾㭘㥐 㩃㭘㭩㭩䃄䋾䢂䐞
㩱䊾䭨
㥐䟠䐞䋾㧎㭩䑄䊾䃄
䎧㭩
䊾䗡䢂
㧎䃄㧎䃄䃄㐞
䃄䗡
㩃䎧䗡䊾㐞䢂㭩㑰䃄
䢂䎧
䋾䐞㱟
㧎䔦䊾䃄㭩䋾
㭩䎧㐞䃄㨫㭩㭩䊾㭘㐞
䎧㟳䃄㨫䔦䋾䏋䃄
䃄㭘㧎䢂䍫
“䭨䗡㨫 䊾㭩’䢂 㭩䗡䃄 䢂䎧㐞 䎧㩱 㭘 㩱㭘䟠㭩䎧䋾䑄 䎧䏋㐞䃄䋾㨫 䎧㐞䃄 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 䗡䎧䢂㭩㭘㑰䃄䢂 㩱䋾䎧㩃 㭩䗡䃄 㭩䗡䃄㭘㭩䃄䋾 䗡䎧䢂㭩㭘㑰䃄 䟠㭘䢂䃄䐞” 䓱䗡䃄 䢂䃄䟠䋾䃄㭩㭘䋾䑄 䋾䃄㧊㥐䊾䃄㧎 䢂䃄䋾䊾䎧㑒䢂㥐䑄㨫 “㚔䊾㧎㐞’㭩 䑄䎧㑒 㭘䢂䍫 㑒䢂 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䎧䋾䎧㑒㑰䗡㥐䑄 䊾㐞䔦䃄䢂㭩䊾㑰㭘㭩䃄 䃄䔦䃄䋾䑄䎧㐞䃄 㩱䋾䎧㩃 㭩䗡㭘㭩 㧎㭘䑄䴢 䓱䗡䊾䢂 䔦䊾㧎䃄䎧 䏋㭘䢂 㩱䎧㑒㐞㧎 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㧊䋾䎧䟠䃄䢂䢂䐞䐞䐞 䝟㥐䢂䎧㨫 㭩䗡䃄 㩃㭘㐞 䏋䗡䎧 䏋㭘䢂 䢂䗡䎧㭩 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 䔦䊾㧎䃄䎧 䊾䢂 㭘 䏋䃄㭘㥐㭩䗡䑄 㙭㑒䢂䊾㐞䃄䢂䢂㩃㭘㐞 㐞㭘㩃䃄㧎 㱟䋾䐞 䝷䃄䢂䎧㐞㑰䐞”
㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㩱䋾䎧䏋㐞䃄㧎㨫 䍫䃄䃄㐞㥐䑄 䢂䃄㐞䢂䊾㐞㑰 䢂䎧㩃䃄㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰 䏋㭘䢂 㭘㩃䊾䢂䢂 㭘㐞㧎 䚖㑒䊾㭩䃄 䎧㧎㧎㨫 㙭㑒㭩 䗡䃄 䟠䎧㑒㥐㧎㐞’㭩 䚖㑒䊾㭩䃄 㧊㑒㭩 䗡䊾䢂 㩱䊾㐞㑰䃄䋾 䎧㐞 䊾㭩㨫 䢂䎧 䗡䃄 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩㥐䑄 㭘䢂䍫䃄㧎㨫 “䝲䗡㭘㭩 㧎䎧 䑄䎧㑒 㭩䗡䊾㐞䍫䴢”
䍫䢂䟠㥐㭘
䗡䢂䊾䓱
㭘
䗡䊾䢂
䎧㑒㭩
㩱䊾
䊾䑄㭘㭩㧊䟠㥐
䗡䟠㑒䢂
䢂䗡㑒䟠
‘䏋䎧㭩㑒㐞㥐㧎
㩱䎧䋾
㙭䎧䋾㥐㭘㙭㧊䑄
㩃䃄㨫䎧䑄㐞
䎧䢂㭩䋾䃄㧎
䃄㭘䋾
㧎䃄㐞䃄
䐞㧊䎧䢂䋾䃄㭩
㥐䎧㭘㑒㧊㧎
㩱䋾䎧
䔦䋾䃄䃄㨫㟳䎧䏋
㭘䑄䢂䟠㭩䃄䋾䃄䋾
䊾㭩
—㑰㭩㩱䎧䢂㐞㥐䗡䑄䃄䊾
㧎㩃㩱㥐䊾䃄
䗡䃄
㑰䝷䢂㐞䢂䃄’䎧
㭘䃄㩱㩃
䝷㐞㑰䃄䎧䢂
㨫䃄㑒䎧䊾䢂䋾䁵䋾䟠”䃄㐞㭩
䃄㐞㭩䋾䗡䊾䃄
㩱䎧䋾䃄䐞㭩㐞㑒”
㭩䎧
㭩䊾
䓱䗡䃄
䎧㐞䊾㥐㐞䃄
䎧䃄㧎䔦䊾
䃄䗡䐞䐞䐞㧊䑄
㩱䎧䊾㐞䟠㭩䊾
䢂䟠䊾䃄䟠䃄㐞
㑰䑄㑒
䎧㭩
䒤㭩㑒䢂
䢂䗡䊾㑰㭩㐞䐞
䢂䎧䗡㭩㨫㑒㑰㭩䗡
䏋䗡䊾㭩
䏋䢂㭘
㐞䎧䋾
㐞㭩䃄㑰㐞㐞䊾㧎䊾
䎧㧎
䏋䃄㭩㨫䗡㭘㥐
“㤄䃄䢂㨫 㭩䗡䃄 䎧㧎㧎 㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰 䊾䢂 䋾䊾㑰䗡㭩 䗡䃄䋾䃄䐞” 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㐞䎧㧎㧎䃄㧎㼼 㭩䗡䊾䢂 䏋㭘䢂 䃄䊪㭘䟠㭩㥐䑄 䏋䗡䃄䋾䃄 䗡䃄 㩱䃄㥐㭩 䢂䎧㩃䃄㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰 䏋㭘䢂 䎧㩱㩱㨫 㭘㐞㧎 䗡䃄 䢂㑒㧎㧎䃄㐞㥐䑄 㥐䎧䎧䍫䃄㧎 㭘㭩 䗡䊾䢂 䢂䃄䟠䋾䃄㭩㭘䋾䑄㨫 “䓱䗡䊾䢂 㩃㭘㭩㭩䃄䋾 䊾䢂㐞’㭩 䢂䎧 䢂䊾㩃㧊㥐䃄䴢”
䓱䗡䃄 䢂䃄䟠䋾䃄㭩㭘䋾䑄 㐞䎧㧎㧎䃄㧎㨫 “䝟䟠䟠䎧䋾㧎䊾㐞㑰 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 䊾㐞㩱䎧䋾㩃㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞 㑰㭘㭩䗡䃄䋾䃄㧎 㙭䑄 㭩䗡䃄 䊾㐞䔦䃄䢂㭩䊾㑰㭘㭩䎧䋾䢂 䢂䃄㐞㭩 䎧㑒㭩䐞 㥔䊾㐞䟠䃄 㭩䗡㭘㭩 㧎㭘䑄㨫 㱟䋾䐞 䝷䃄䢂䎧㐞㑰 䗡㭘䢂 㙭䃄䃄㐞 䟠䎧㐞䔦䃄㐞䊾㐞㑰 䚖㑒䊾㭩䃄 㭘 㩱䃄䏋 㧊䃄䎧㧊㥐䃄 㭩䎧 䗡䎧㥐㧎 䢂䎧㩃䃄 㩃䑄䢂㭩䃄䋾䊾䎧㑒䢂 䟠䃄䋾䃄㩃䎧㐞䊾䃄䢂 㭘㭩 䗡䊾䢂 㧊䋾䊾䔦㭘㭩䃄 䔦䊾㥐㥐㭘䐞 䁵䃄䟠䃄㐞㭩㥐䑄㨫 㭩䗡䃄 㐞㑒㩃㙭䃄䋾 䎧㩱 㧊㭘䋾㭩䊾䟠䊾㧊㭘㐞㭩䢂 䗡㭘䢂 㙭䃄䃄㐞 㑰䋾㭘㧎㑒㭘㥐㥐䑄 䊾㐞䟠䋾䃄㭘䢂䊾㐞㑰㨫 㭘㐞㧎 㭩䗡䃄䑄 㭘䋾䃄 㭘㥐㥐 䏋䃄㭘㥐㭩䗡䑄 㙭㑒䢂䊾㐞䃄䢂䢂㩃䃄㐞 㭘㐞㧎 㭩䗡䃄 㥐䊾䍫䃄䐞”
㑰䊾㭘㐞㥔䑄
䋾㨫㥔䊾”
䎧㐞
㧊㥐䃄䎧䐞䃄”㧊
㭩䋾䢂䑄㭘䃄䃄䟠䋾
㨫䢂䗡䊾㭩
㭘䋾䗡䎧㐞㭩䃄
䗡䃄㭩
䋾䎧㑒
䟠䃄㥐㭩䊾㭘䑄䢂㐞䃄㐞㥐㧎
㭩䢂䃄䗡䃄
䑄㙭
䎧㩱
䃄䢂㭩
䭨㩱䊾
㱟䐞䋾
䢂䗡䃄㧎䎧䏋
䃄㭩䗡
䗡㧊䢂䎧䎧㭩
䎧䗡㧊䃄㐞㨫
㭘㭩䍫㐞䃄
䏋䃄䋾䃄
㪔㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㧊䗡䎧㭩䎧䢂㨫 㭘㥐㩃䎧䢂㭩 䃄䔦䃄䋾䑄䎧㐞䃄 䏋㭘䢂 㧎䋾䃄䢂䢂䃄㧎 䊾㐞 䢂㭩䋾㭘㐞㑰䃄 㙭㥐㭘䟠䍫 䋾䎧㙭䃄䢂㨫 䢂䃄䃄㩃䊾㐞㑰㥐䑄 䃄㐞㑰㭘㑰䃄㧎 䊾㐞 䢂䎧㩃䃄 䢂䎧䋾㭩 䎧㩱 䋾䊾㭩㑒㭘㥐㨫 㭘㐞㧎 㭘㩃䎧㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄㩃 䏋㭘䢂 㭘 㩃㭘㐞 䏋䃄㭘䋾䊾㐞㑰 㭘 㟕㭘䋾㐞䊾䔦㭘㥐 㱟㭘䢂䍫㨫 䏋䗡䎧 㭘㧊㧊䃄㭘䋾䃄㧎 䚖㑒䊾㭩䃄 䎧㑒㭩 䎧㩱 㧊㥐㭘䟠䃄䐞
“㪔䢂 㭩䗡䊾䢂䐞䐞䐞 㭩䗡䃄 ‘㱟䃄䢂䢂䃄㐞㑰䃄䋾 䎧㩱 㶣䎧㧎’ 㩱䋾䎧㩃 㭩䗡䃄 䔦䊾㧎䃄䎧䴢” 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㩱䋾䎧䏋㐞䃄㧎䐞
䊾㭩
䗡㭩䃄
㑒䗡㧎䎧䢂㥐
㙭䃄
䃄㭩䋾䋾㭘䢂䃄䑄䟠
䃄㭩䗡
䎧㐞
䢂䑄䊾䗡㨫㧊䃄㑒䚖
䝷㧎”㭘䢂䃄
㧊䃄䋾䢂䎧㐞”䐞
䓱䗡䃄
㩃㭘䢂䃄
䎧㨫䃄㧎㧎㐞㧎
㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 䋾䃄㩃㭘䊾㐞䃄㧎 䢂䊾㥐䃄㐞㭩 㩱䎧䋾 㭘 㩃䎧㩃䃄㐞㭩 㙭䃄㩱䎧䋾䃄 䢂㭘䑄䊾㐞㑰㨫 “䝲䗡㭘㭩 㧎䎧 䑄䎧㑒 㭩䗡䊾㐞䍫䴢”
䓱䗡䃄 䢂䃄䟠䋾䃄㭩㭘䋾䑄 䢂㭘䊾㧎㨫 “䝟䟠䟠䎧䋾㧎䊾㐞㑰 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 䟠㑒䋾䋾䃄㐞㭩 䟠㥐㑒䃄䢂 䏋䃄 䗡㭘䔦䃄㨫 㪔 䢂㑒䢂㧊䃄䟠㭩 㭩䗡䊾䢂 㩃䊾㑰䗡㭩 㙭䃄 㭘 㙭㑒䋾㑰䃄䎧㐞䊾㐞㑰 䋾䃄㥐䊾㑰䊾䎧㑒䢂 䎧䋾㑰㭘㐞䊾䋑㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞䐞䐞䐞 䭨㩱 䟠䎧㑒䋾䢂䃄㨫 㩱䎧䋾 㐞䎧䏋㨫 㭩䗡䊾䢂 䎧䋾㑰㭘㐞䊾䋑㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞 䗡㭘䢂㐞’㭩 䟠䎧㩃㩃䊾㭩㭩䃄㧎 㭘㐞䑄 䊾㥐㥐䃄㑰㭘㥐 㭘䟠㭩䢂䐞”
㩃㑰㭩䊾䗡
㭩䊾㭘㨫䎧䢂㭩㐞
䃄䗡㩃㭩
㥔”䊾䃄䟠㐞
䭨㩱䊾
䃄䋾㭘
㥐䃄㭩
䎧㩱
㐞㧊䢂䟠㑒䊾䎧䢂䊾䢂
㟳㩃㨫㩃
㭩䗡䃄
㭘㥐㥐䎧䟠
㭩䗡䃄䑄
䃄㑒㥐䢂䊾䊾䋾㑰䎧
䋑㭘䊾䎧㭘䋾㭩䎧㑰㐞䊾㐞
䊾㐞䢂㭘㧎䊾㑒䔦䊾㨫㥐㧎
䃄㭘䗡䔦
“䐞㧊㑒
㥐㭘䊾䃄㑰㥐㥐
㥐㩱㥐䏋䎧䎧
㱟䐞䋾
㥐䎧䢂䑄䃄㨫㥐㩃㐞
㐞䊾䎧㩱㩃䋾
䊾䢂㭘㧎
䗡㭩䊾䢂
㧊䋾䃄䃄䊾䎧䊾䐞㩱䋾㐞㑰㭩
䋾㐞䎧䢂㙭㑰㙭䊾㭘
䗡䊾䟠䋾
㥐䟠䃄㧊䎧䊾
㪔㩱 㭩䗡䊾䢂 䋾䃄㥐䊾㑰䊾䎧㑒䢂 䎧䋾㑰㭘㐞䊾䋑㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞 䏋㭘䢂 㩃䃄䋾䃄㥐䑄 㭘 䢂䟠㭘㩃 㭩䎧 㧎䃄䟠䃄䊾䔦䃄 㩃䎧㐞䃄䑄㨫 㭩䗡䃄 㐞㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞㭘㥐 䢂䃄䟠㑒䋾䊾㭩䑄 㧎䃄㧊㭘䋾㭩㩃䃄㐞㭩 䏋䎧㑒㥐㧎㐞’㭩 㐞䃄䃄㧎 㭩䎧 䗡㭘㐞㧎㥐䃄 䊾㭩—䊾㭩’䢂 䒤㑒䢂㭩 䢂䎧㩃䃄㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄䑄 䊾㐞㭘㧎䔦䃄䋾㭩䃄㐞㭩㥐䑄 㧎䊾䢂䟠䎧䔦䃄䋾䃄㧎 䏋䗡䊾㥐䃄 䊾㐞䔦䃄䢂㭩䊾㑰㭘㭩䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 䗡䎧䢂㭩㭘㑰䃄 䟠㭘䢂䃄㨫 㭘㐞㧎 䊾㭩’䢂 㙭䃄䢂㭩 㭩䎧 䗡㭘㐞㧎 䊾㭩 䎧䔦䃄䋾 㭩䎧 㭘 㩃䎧䋾䃄 㩱㭘㩃䊾㥐䊾㭘䋾 䃄㐞㩱䎧䋾䟠䃄㩃䃄㐞㭩 㭘㑰䃄㐞䟠䑄䐞
䝟䢂 㭩䗡䃄 䟠䎧㐞䔦䃄䋾䢂㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞 䏋㭘䢂 䎧㐞㑰䎧䊾㐞㑰㨫 㭩䗡䃄 䃄䊪㧊䃄䋾㭩䢂 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㩃䃄䃄㭩䊾㐞㑰 䋾䎧䎧㩃 㙭䃄㑰㭘㐞 㭩䎧 㩱䊾㥐䃄 䎧㑒㭩 䎧㐞䃄 㙭䑄 䎧㐞䃄䐞
䐞㱟䋾
㧊㑒㐞䟠䊾䢂㨫䢂䢂䊾䎧
䗡䊾䢂
㭩䊾䗡䏋
㐞䎧㩃䋾䃄䃄㨫㧎㭘
㑒䊾㭩䃄䚖
㭘䗡䟠䃄
䔦䎧䢂䋾㧎䃄䃄㙭
㧎䃄㧎䃄㭩䒤䃄䟠
䋾䃄㧊䊪䊾䢂䃄䎧䢂㐞
䊾䗡㭩䢂䃄㨫䋾㑒㭘䎧㭩䊾
㩱䃄㭩䎧䢂㑰䊾䋾㐞
㧎䃄䟠㥐㩃䊾㭘
㭘䊾㑰䍫㩃㐞
䢂䊾䗡
䏋㭩䎧䋾䢂
䭨㩱䊾
䢂㭩䗡䃄䃄
㭘
㭘䐞㭘㭩㧊㐞䢂㑒䃄㥐㐞
㭘㥐㑒䑄㭘䋾㥐㐞㭩
“㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾㨫 㪔’㩃 䔦䃄䋾䑄 䢂䎧䋾䋾䑄㨫 㪔 㩱䃄㭘䋾 䏋䃄 䏋䎧㐞’㭩 㙭䃄 㭘㙭㥐䃄 㭩䎧 㧊䋾䎧㧎㑒䟠䃄 㭘㐞 䃄㩱㩱䃄䟠㭩䊾䔦䃄 㭩䋾䃄㭘㭩㩃䃄㐞㭩 㧊㥐㭘㐞 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 䢂䗡䎧䋾㭩 㭩䃄䋾㩃䐞” 䓱䗡䃄 㭘㭩㭩䃄㐞㧎䊾㐞㑰 㧎䎧䟠㭩䎧䋾 䢂㭘䊾㧎 䗡䃄㥐㧊㥐䃄䢂䢂㥐䑄㨫 “䓱䗡䊾䢂 䊾䢂 䊾㐞㧎䃄䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄 㩱䊾䋾䢂㭩 㭩䊾㩃䃄 䏋䃄’䔦䃄 䃄㐞䟠䎧㑒㐞㭩䃄䋾䃄㧎 䢂㑒䟠䗡 㭘 䟠㭘䢂䃄㨫 䏋䊾㭩䗡 㐞䎧 㭘䔦㭘䊾㥐㭘㙭㥐䃄 䋾䃄㩱䃄䋾䃄㐞䟠䃄 㩃㭘㭩䃄䋾䊾㭘㥐䢂䐞”
䝟㭩 㭩䗡䊾䢂 㩃䎧㩃䃄㐞㭩㨫 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 䏋㭘䔦䃄㧎 䊾㭩 䎧㩱㩱㨫 䢂㧊䃄㭘䍫䊾㐞㑰 䊾㐞 㭘 㥐䎧䏋 䔦䎧䊾䟠䃄㨫 “㪔 㧎䎧㐞’㭩 䏋㭘㐞㭩 㭩䎧 䗡䃄㭘䋾 㭩䗡䊾䢂㨫 䒤㑒䢂㭩 㭩䃄㥐㥐 㩃䃄㨫 䏋䗡㭘㭩 㧎䎧 䑄䎧㑒 㧊㥐㭘㐞 㭩䎧 㧎䎧 㐞䎧䏋䴢”
䃄䋾㑒㐞䎧䟠䔦
䋾䃄㭩㭩㭘
䎧䔦㑒䢂䋾㭘䊾
䃄䗡㭩
㪔”
㧎䎧
㭩䗡䃄
䃄䋾䗡㭩䃄
㩱䎧䋾
䏋㥐㥐䊾
䎧㑒䃄䋾䟠㑰㭘
㐞䟠㭘
䗡㭩䃄
㧊㑒
䏋㥐㥐䊾
㩃䎧䢂䃄
䃄䗡㭩
“䃄䊾㭩㐞㭘㧊㭩䐞
㐞䑄㭘㩃
䊾㐞䍫䗡㭩
䊪䋾䃄䢂䃄㧊㭩
㩃䊪㭘䊾㩃䃄䊾䋑
䟠㭘䐞㭩䐞㐞䐞㭩䎧䟠
䊾㭩㭘䃄䟠㭘㩃㐞䃄㐞㐞
䏋䃄
䊾䗡䏋㥐䃄
䊾㩱㥐䃄
䢂㑒䃄㭩䢂㥐䋾
㩃䃄㑒䋾䢂㭩䃄㧎
䃄㭩㧎㭘䊾㑰㐞㐞㭩
䎧㱟䃄䎧䔦䋾䃄㨫䋾
䟠䋾㧎䎧㭩䎧
䢂䢂㑒㨫㧎䋾㭘䃄
㭩㐞䑄䃄㥐䊾㭩䎧㧊㭘㥐
䊾㐞㭩㭩’㧊䃄㭘䢂
䊾㐞㐞䎧㑒䢂㭩㑰㭘㧎㭩
䊾㭘䏋㑰㐞㭩䊾
䓱䗡䃄
㭘㧎䎧㭘㙭䋾
㑰䊪㧎䟠㭘䃄䃄㐞䗡
䑄䃄㥐㭘㭩㥐㩃㑒㨫䊾㭩
㩱䎧
䃄㭩䢂䁵
㭩䎧
䎧㭩
㭩㑒㭩䢂䎧㩃
䃄㑰䢂㥐䟠㨫㭘㐞
䃄㭘䋾
䏋䃄
䎧㭩
㭘㨫䢂䑄
䃄㥐䐞㑒䢂䟠
䎧䋾㐞㥐䃄䊾䟠㑒㥐䎧㭘㑰
䊪㧊㭩䢂䃄䃄䋾
㭩䗡䃄
㭩䢂㭩䃄
䎧㭩
㭘㐞㧎
䏋䃄
䎧䋾㑒
䋾㭩䑄
䗡䎧䏋㩃
“䝟㥐䋾䊾㑰䗡㭩䐞” 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㐞䎧㧎㧎䃄㧎㨫 “䝟㭩 㥐䃄㭘䢂㭩 㪔 㧎䊾㧎㐞’㭩 䗡䃄㭘䋾 㭩䗡䃄 䏋䎧䋾䢂㭩䐞䐞䐞 㑰䎧 㭘䗡䃄㭘㧎 㭘㐞㧎 㧎䎧 䑄䎧㑒䋾 䏋䎧䋾䍫䐞”
䝟㩱㭩䃄䋾 㧎䊾䢂㩃䊾䢂䢂䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄䢂䃄 䃄䊪㧊䃄䋾㭩䢂㨫 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㧊䋾䎧㩃㧊㭩㥐䑄 㩱䃄㥐㥐 䢂䊾㥐䃄㐞㭩㨫 㩱䋾䎧䏋㐞䊾㐞㑰 㭘䢂 䊾㩱 㩃㭘䍫䊾㐞㑰 㭘 㧎䊾㩱㩱䊾䟠㑒㥐㭩 㧎䃄䟠䊾䢂䊾䎧㐞䐞 䣬㥐㭩䊾㩃㭘㭩䃄㥐䑄㨫 䗡䃄 㑰䋾䊾㭩㭩䃄㧎 䗡䊾䢂 㭩䃄䃄㭩䗡㨫 㥐䎧䎧䍫䊾㐞㑰 㭘㭩 䗡䊾䢂 䢂䃄䟠䋾䃄㭩㭘䋾䑄㨫 “䍠䋾䃄㧊㭘䋾䃄 㭘㐞 㭘㧊㧊㥐䊾䟠㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞 㩱䎧䋾 㩃䃄 㭩䎧 㭩㭘䍫䃄 㭘 㥐䎧㐞㑰 䔦㭘䟠㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 䍠䋾䃄䢂䊾㧎䃄㐞㭩䊾㭘㥐 䍠㭘㥐㭘䟠䃄䐞”
㐞䎧䣬㧊
䢂䃄䎧㩃
䢂㥐㑒㧎㐞㧎䃄䑄
䟠㨫䃄䋾㭘
䢂㐞䋾㭘䎧㨫䃄
㐞䗡㭩䎧㩃㭘䋾㭘
䢂䢂—㭘㧎䃄㭩䎧㧊㧊
䊾㩱
䃄䃄㧎㥐䢂䢂㐞
㩱䊾䭨
䊾㭩䗡䢂
㭘
㭘㐞
㐞䊾
㧎䊾㨫䎧䃄䟠䢂䊾㐞
㭘㐞㑰䍫㩃䊾
䗡䃄
䗡䃄
䗡㧎㭘
䗡㧎㭘
䟠䃄䎧㩃
㭩㭘䐞䗡㥐
㭩㩱㥐䃄
䎧㩱䋾
㭩䎧
䐞䋾㱟
㑒䑄㧎䢂㐞㥐㧎䃄
䃄㥐䍫䊾
䝟㩱㭩䃄䋾 㭩䗡䊾䢂㨫 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 䊾㐞㭩䃄㐞㧎䃄㧎 㭩䎧 䋾䃄䢂䊾㧎䃄 㧊䃄䋾㩃㭘㐞䃄㐞㭩㥐䑄 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 䗡䎧䢂㧊䊾㭩㭘㥐㨫 㙭㑒㭩 䏋䗡㭘㭩 䗡䃄 㧎䊾㧎㐞’㭩 䃄䊪㧊䃄䟠㭩 䏋㭘䢂 㭩䗡㭘㭩 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 䃄䔦䃄㐞䊾㐞㑰㨫 䢂䃄䔦䃄䋾㭘㥐 䔦䊾䢂䊾㭩䎧䋾䢂 䟠㭘㩃䃄 㩱䋾䎧㩃 㭩䗡䃄 䋾䃄䢂䃄㭘䋾䟠䗡 䊾㐞䢂㭩䊾㭩㑒㭩䃄䐞
䓱䗡䃄 㥐䃄㭘㧎䊾㐞㑰 㧊䃄䋾䢂䎧㐞 䏋㭘䢂 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩䎧䋾 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 䋾䃄䢂䃄㭘䋾䟠䗡 䊾㐞䢂㭩䊾㭩㑒㭩䃄 䏋䗡䎧㩃 䗡䃄 䏋㭘䢂 㩱㭘㩃䊾㥐䊾㭘䋾 䏋䊾㭩䗡㨫 䏋䗡䊾㥐䃄 㭩䗡䃄 䎧㭩䗡䃄䋾䢂 䏋䃄䋾䃄 㭘 㩱䃄䏋 䔦䃄㭩䃄䋾㭘㐞 㐞㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞㭘㥐 㭩㭘㥐䃄㐞㭩䢂 㩱䋾䎧㩃 㭩䗡䃄 䊾㐞䢂㭩䊾㭩㑒㭩䃄䐞
㐞䃄䟠㐞䑄䎧䟠䋾㧎䃄㥐
䊾㭩䟠㧎䋾䃄䋾䎧
䊾䐞㑒㭩䎧㭩㐞䊾㭘䢂
䎧䗡䏋
䃄䟽䢂䟠㐞䃄䋾’
䃄䍫㭘䢂㧎
㧎䎧䊾㐞䴢䎧䊾”䟠㭩㐞
㨫䊾”䭨㩱
䋾㚔䐞
䢂䊾
‘䃄䋾䃄䢂䟽㐞䟠
㭩䎧㭘㙭㑒
䓱䗡䃄
“㩳䎧㭩 䎧㧊㭩䊾㩃䊾䢂㭩䊾䟠䐞” 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 䢂㧊䎧䍫䃄 㩱䋾㭘㐞䍫㥐䑄䐞
“䓱䗡䊾䢂䐞䐞䐞” 䓱䗡䃄 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩䎧䋾 䗡䃄䢂䊾㭩㭘㭩䃄㧎㨫 㑰㥐㭘㐞䟠䊾㐞㑰 㭘㭩 㭩䗡䃄 㩱䃄䏋 䃄䢂㭩䃄䃄㩃䃄㧎 䢂䟠䗡䎧㥐㭘䋾䢂 㭘䟠䟠䎧㩃㧊㭘㐞䑄䊾㐞㑰 䗡䊾㩃㨫 㭘㧊㧊䃄㭘䋾䊾㐞㑰 㭘䢂 㭩䗡䎧㑒㑰䗡 䏋㭘㐞㭩䊾㐞㑰 㭩䎧 䢂㭘䑄 㩃䎧䋾䃄 㙭㑒㭩 䗡䎧㥐㧎䊾㐞㑰 㙭㭘䟠䍫䐞
㨫㐞䃄䎧䏋㧎䋾㩱
䎧㑒䑄
㭘䗡䔦䃄
㩱䭨䊾
䃄㥐䢂䃄
“䎧䟠䴢䃄㩃
䐞䋾㱟
“䝲䗡䑄
䓱䗡䃄 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩䎧䋾 㑰䋾䊾㭩㭩䃄㧎 䗡䊾䢂 㭩䃄䃄㭩䗡㨫 䢂㧊䃄㭘䍫䊾㐞㑰 䃄㭘䋾㐞䃄䢂㭩㥐䑄㨫 “䝲䗡㭘㭩 㪔’㩃 㭘㙭䎧㑒㭩 㭩䎧 䢂㭘䑄 㩃䊾㑰䗡㭩 㑒㧊䢂䃄㭩 䑄䎧㑒䐞 䝷㑒㭩䐞䐞䐞 㙭㑒㭩 䏋䃄 䋾䃄㭘㥐㥐䑄 㐞䃄䃄㧎 䟽䃄䋾䃄㐞䟠䐞 㪔 㧎䎧㐞’㭩 䍫㐞䎧䏋 䏋䗡㭘㭩 䗡㭘䢂 䗡㭘㧊㧊䃄㐞䃄㧎 㭩䎧 䗡䊾㩃㨫 㙭㑒㭩 䎧㐞䃄 㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰 䊾䢂 䟠䃄䋾㭩㭘䊾㐞䩺 䝲䗡㭘㭩 䗡䃄 㥐䃄㩱㭩 㑒䢂 䟠㭘㐞 㥐䃄㭘㧎 䎧㑒䋾 㭘䃄䋾䎧䢂㧊㭘䟠䃄 㭩䃄䟠䗡㐞䎧㥐䎧㑰䑄 㭩䎧 㭘㐞 㑒㐞㧊䋾䃄䟠䃄㧎䃄㐞㭩䃄㧎 㙭䋾䃄㭘䍫㭩䗡䋾䎧㑒㑰䗡䐞䐞䐞 䊾㭩 䃄䔦䃄㐞 㩃㭘㧎䃄 㩃䃄 䢂䃄䃄 㭩䗡䃄 㧊䎧䢂䢂䊾㙭䊾㥐䊾㭩䑄 䎧㩱 䢂㑒䋾㧊㭘䢂䢂䊾㐞㑰 㩃㭘䒤䎧䋾 㧊䎧䏋䃄䋾䢂䩺”
“㤄䃄㭘䗡䩺 㪔㭩’䢂 䢂䊾㩃㧊㥐䑄 䊾㐞䟠䋾䃄㧎䊾㙭㥐䃄䩺” 䝟㐞 䃄㥐㧎䃄䋾㥐䑄 䢂䟠䊾䃄㐞㭩䊾䢂㭩 㭘䟠䟠䎧㩃㧊㭘㐞䑄䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄㩃 䃄䊪䟠㥐㭘䊾㩃䃄㧎 䃄䊪䟠䊾㭩䃄㧎㥐䑄㨫 “䟽䃄䋾䃄㐞䟠 䗡㭘䢂 㧊䎧䢂䢂䊾㙭㥐䑄 䎧䔦䃄䋾䟠䎧㩃䃄 㧎䊾㩱㩱䊾䟠㑒㥐㭩䊾䃄䢂 㭩䗡㭘㭩 㩃䊾㑰䗡㭩 㭩㭘䍫䃄 㭘㐞 䃄㐞㭩䊾䋾䃄 㑰䃄㐞䃄䋾㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞 䎧㩱 䃄㩱㩱䎧䋾㭩䩺 㟳䃄 䊾䢂 䎧㑒䋾 㐞㭘㭩䊾䎧㐞’䢂 㑰䋾䃄㭘㭩䃄䢂㭩 㑰䃄㐞䊾㑒䢂䩺”
䋾㱟䐞
“㨫㥔䎧
㭘䃄䴢㩃㐞”
䢂䗡㭩䊾
㧎䑄䢂㐞㧎䃄㑒㥐
㩱䎧
䃄㩱㥐㭩
䃄䗡㭩
㧎㭘䗡
䎧㩱䋾
䊾䢂㧊䋾㭩䊾
“䝟䋾䃄
䢂䍫㭘䗡䃄㑰㑒”䴢䋾䎧㭩䋾㙭䗡
䟠䋾䊾㩱㭘䊾䟠㐞䊾䢂㑰
㩃䗡䊾
䎧㭩
䎧䓱
㧊㐞䊾㭘
㭩㪔
㭩䢂㧎䃄䊾䢂㧎䐞㑰㑒
䎧㧎
䋾䎧䑄㑒
䗡㭩䏋㭘
䑄䎧㑒
䑄㩃
䗡䊾䢂
䎧㑒䗡㙭㭩䋾㑰
䏋䎧䴢㥐䍫䋾䃄䟠㭘㧊
䢂㭘䏋
䋾㩃䒤㭘䎧
㑰㥐䢂㐞䎧䊾
䃄㨫㙭㧎
䃄䢂䃄㐞䋾㑒
䋾㭘㑒䢂䔦㥐㨫䊾䔦
䟽䎧䋾
䃄䟠䢂䟠㐞䃄䊾
䗡䎧䢂㧊䊾㭩㥐㭘
㑰㭘䋾㧎
㭘
㥐㩃㩱䊾㭘䑄㨫
䎧䃄㐞䟠
㐞䎧
㭩䎧
䢂䟠䎧㧎䠇䃄㥐㥐㭘
䗡䃄㩱㭘㭩䋾
䊾䑄㐞䊾䗡㭩䊾䢂㭩䠇䗡䃄㑰㐞
㐞㭩㧊㭩㭘䃄䊾
㧊䟠䊾䋾䃄䢂䃄㥐䑄
䃄㭘㭩䍫
㭘
㩱䎧
㑒䑄䎧
䊾䭨㩱
㭩䗡㭘㭩
㭘㙭䴢䍫䟠
㭘
㑰㥐䑄㐞䊾
㭘㑒㐞㙭㥐䃄
䊾㐞㭘㥐㐞㑰㐞㧊
䢂䟠䗡㑒
㭩䎧
“䓱䗡㭘㭩’䢂 㐞䎧㭩 䏋䗡㭘㭩 䏋䃄 㩃䃄㭘㐞䩺”
䓱䗡䃄 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩䎧䋾 䚖㑒䊾䟠䍫㥐䑄 䟠㭘㥐㩃䃄㧎 㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾’䢂 䢂㥐䊾㑰䗡㭩㥐䑄 㭘㑰䊾㭩㭘㭩䃄㧎 䃄㩃䎧㭩䊾䎧㐞䢂㨫 䢂㧊䃄㭘䍫䊾㐞㑰 䃄㭘䋾㐞䃄䢂㭩㥐䑄㨫 “䝲䃄 㭘䋾䃄 䃄䚖㑒㭘㥐㥐䑄 䟠䎧㐞䟠䃄䋾㐞䃄㧎 㭘㙭䎧㑒㭩 䟽䃄䋾䃄㐞䟠’䢂 䗡䃄㭘㥐㭩䗡㼼 䊾㭩’䢂 㐞䎧㭩 㭘㐞䑄 䃄㭘䢂䊾䃄䋾 㩱䎧䋾 㑒䢂 㭩䗡㭘㐞 䊾㭩 䊾䢂 㩱䎧䋾 䑄䎧㑒䐞 䭨㩱䊾㨫 㧊㥐䃄㭘䢂䃄 㑒㐞㧎䃄䋾䢂㭩㭘㐞㧎㨫 䏋䃄 䋾䃄㭘㥐㥐䑄 㐞䃄䃄㧎 䗡䊾㩃䐞䐞䐞 㥔䎧㨫 䎧㐞䟠䃄 䟽䃄䋾䃄㐞䟠 䊾䢂 㭘㙭㥐䃄 㭩䎧 䋾䃄䟠䎧䔦䃄䋾㨫 㪔 䗡䎧㧊䃄 䑄䎧㑒 䏋䎧㐞’㭩 䢂㭩䎧㧊 䗡䊾㩃 㩱䋾䎧㩃 䟠䎧㩃䊾㐞㑰 㙭㭘䟠䍫䐞 䝲䃄 㐞䃄䃄㧎 䗡䊾㩃䩺”
㩃䗡㨫䊾
㧊㭘㧎㧎㥐䃄䃄
䃄䗡䓱
䊾㭩㧎䋾䋾䟠䎧䃄㨫
㧎㭘㐞䋾䎧㑒
䊾䗡䏋㭩
㐞䃄㭩䃄㭘䑄䢂䋾㥐
䎧㑰㥐㐞㭘
䃄㩃㐞
䋾䔦㥐䃄䢂㭘䃄
㱟䐞䋾
䭨䐞㩱䊾
䏋䗡㭩䊾
䃄㥐䋾䑄䃄㥐㧎
“㚔䎧㐞’㭩 㙭䎧㭩䗡䃄䋾 㩃䃄䩺”
㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩㥐䑄 㧎䋾䎧䔦䃄 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩䎧䋾 㭘㐞㧎 㭩䗡䃄 䎧㭩䗡䃄䋾䢂 㭘䏋㭘䑄㨫 㭩䗡䃄㐞 䢂㥐㭘㩃㩃䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄 䗡䎧䢂㧊䊾㭩㭘㥐 䋾䎧䎧㩃 㧎䎧䎧䋾 䢂䗡㑒㭩䐞
㭘䃄㧎䗡䋾
䎧㩳㭩
㭘㧎㐞
㩱䎧
㥐䔦䃄㭘䊾䐞㑰㐞
䗡㭩䃄
㧎䎧㭩䊾䋾䃄䟠䋾
䎧㩱
䎧䋾㭩䢂䗡䃄
䎧㧊䎧㭩㩱㭩䢂䢂䃄
㥐䎧㐞㑰
䗡㭩䃄
㧊㭩㩱䎧㭩䎧䢂䃄䢂
㨫㭩䢂㑒䃄㧎䊾䎧
㩱㭩䃄䋾㨫㭘
䎧䋾㩃㩱
䏋㭘䢂
䃄㭩䗡
㭩䗡䃄
㧎䎧㐞㑒䢂
㱟䋾䐞 䭨㩱䊾 㭩䎧䎧䍫 㭘 㧎䃄䃄㧊 㙭䋾䃄㭘㭩䗡㨫 㭩䗡䃄㐞 䏋㭘㥐䍫䃄㧎 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 㑰㥐㭘䢂䢂 䏋䊾㐞㧎䎧䏋㨫 㥐䎧䎧䍫䊾㐞㑰 㭘㭩 㚔䋾䐞 䟽䃄䋾䃄㐞䟠 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 䊾㐞㭩䃄㐞䢂䊾䔦䃄 䟠㭘䋾䃄 㑒㐞䊾㭩㨫 䟠䎧䔦䃄䋾䃄㧎 䏋䊾㭩䗡 䔦㭘䋾䊾䎧㑒䢂 䊾㐞䢂㭩䋾㑒㩃䃄㐞㭩 䟠䎧㐞㐞䃄䟠㭩䎧䋾䢂䐞
㟳䃄 䋾䃄㭘䟠䗡䃄㧎 䎧㑒㭩 㭩䎧䏋㭘䋾㧎 㭩䗡䃄 㑰㥐㭘䢂䢂 䏋䊾㐞㧎䎧䏋㨫 㭩䋾䑄䊾㐞㑰 㭩䎧 㭩䎧㑒䟠䗡 㭩䗡䃄 㩱㭘㭩䗡䃄䋾 䗡䃄 䟠䎧㑒㥐㧎㐞’㭩 㭘䟠㭩㑒㭘㥐㥐䑄 䋾䃄㭘䟠䗡㨫 㭘㐞㧎 䢂㩃䊾㥐䃄㧎 㙭䊾㭩㭩䃄䋾㥐䑄㨫 䢂㭘䑄䊾㐞㑰㨫 “㪔 䍫㐞䎧䏋㨫 㭩䗡䃄䑄 㐞䃄䃄㧎 䑄䎧㑒㨫 䃄䔦䃄䋾䑄 䏋䎧䋾㧎 㭩䗡䃄䑄 䢂㭘䊾㧎 䏋㭘䢂 㭩䋾㑒䃄䐞 䓱䗡㭘㭩 䍫䊾㐞㧎 䎧㩱 䢂䗡䊾㐞䊾㐞㑰 㑰㭘䋑䃄䐞䐞䐞 㙭䎧㭩䗡 䑄䎧㑒 㭘㐞㧎 㱟㭘㧎㭘㩃 㱟㭘㑰㑰䊾䃄 䗡㭘䔦䃄 䗡㭘㧎 䊾㭩㨫 㪔 䍫㐞䎧䏋䐞䐞䐞”
䐞䋾㱟
䢂䊾䗡
㧎㭘㐞
“䍫䏋䎧㐞䐞
䋾㨫䃄㑒㑒㩃䋾㩃㧎
䑄䃄䢂䃄
䭨㩱䊾
㧎㥐䟠䢂䃄䎧
“㪔
䐞䐞䐞
䐞䐞䐞
㐞㚔䃄”䊾㐞䋾
㭩䃄䊾㨫㩃
䑄䋾㟳䐞㭘䋾”
䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 䍫㐞䎧䟠䍫䃄㧎 䎧㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾 㭘㐞㧎 㭩䗡䃄㐞 㧊㑒䢂䗡䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄 㩃䃄㭘㥐 㙭䎧䊪 㭩䗡䋾䎧㑒㑰䗡 㭘 䢂㩃㭘㥐㥐 䏋䊾㐞㧎䎧䏋 㭘㭩 㭩䗡䃄 㙭䎧㭩㭩䎧㩃 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾 — 㭩䗡䊾䢂 䏋㭘䢂 㭘 䢂㧊䃄䟠䊾㭘㥐㥐䑄 㩃㭘㧎䃄 䋾䎧䎧㩃㨫 㭩䑄㧊䊾䟠㭘㥐㥐䑄 㑒䢂䃄㧎 㭩䎧 䗡䎧㥐㧎 㭩䗡䎧䢂䃄 㧎䊾䢂䎧㙭䃄㧎䊾䃄㐞㭩 㧊䃄䎧㧊㥐䃄䐞 䭨㩱 䟠䎧㑒䋾䢂䃄㨫 㭘㭩 䟠䃄䋾㭩㭘䊾㐞 㭩䊾㩃䃄䢂㨫 䊾㭩 䏋㭘䢂 㭘㥐䢂䎧 㑒䢂䃄㧎 㭩䎧 䊾㩃㧊䋾䊾䢂䎧㐞 ‘䗡䎧䢂㭩㭘㑰䃄䢂’䐞
㩳㭘㭩㑒䋾㭘㥐㥐䑄㨫 䃄䔦䃄䋾 䢂䊾㐞䟠䃄 㩃䃄䃄㭩䊾㐞㑰 䝷䎧䢂䢂 䝟䋾㐞䎧㨫 䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 㭘㐞㧎 䗡䊾䢂 䟠䋾䃄䏋 䗡㭘㧎㐞’㭩 䃄㐞㑰㭘㑰䃄㧎 䊾㐞 㭩䗡䃄 䍫䊾㧎㐞㭘㧊㧊䊾㐞㑰 㭘㐞㧎 䃄䊪㭩䎧䋾㭩䊾䎧㐞 㙭㑒䢂䊾㐞䃄䢂䢂 — 㭩䎧䎧 㥐䊾㭩㭩㥐䃄 㧊䋾䎧㩱䊾㭩 㩱䎧䋾 㭩䗡䃄 㭩䊾㩃䃄 䊾㐞䔦䃄䢂㭩䃄㧎䐞
䎧䑄㑒
㭩䗡䃄
䎧䎧㩃䐞䋾
䟠㭘㐞
䎧㭩
㧊䢂㭘䏋
䴢㭘㭩”䑄䎧㧎
䗡䝲䃄”㐞
㪔
䴢㭩㑒䎧
㩱䎧䋾㩃
䃄㐞䋾䝲㭩䃄’
䃄㐞㥐䔦䋾䎧㑒䢂䑄
䟠䃄䎧䃄㧎䗡
㩃䃄
䋾䢂䋾’㭘㟳䑄
䎧䔦䟠䊾䃄
䎧㑰
䊾㧎䊾䃄㐞䢂
㧊㧊䢂䎧㧎䢂䃄㑒
䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 䒤㑒䢂㭩 䢂㐞䃄䃄䋾䃄㧎 㭘 䟠䎧㑒㧊㥐䃄 䎧㩱 㭩䊾㩃䃄䢂㨫 㐞䎧㭩 䃄䔦䃄㐞 㙭䎧㭩䗡䃄䋾䊾㐞㑰 㭩䎧 䋾䃄㧊㥐䑄㨫 㭩䗡䃄㐞 䟠㥐䎧䢂䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄 䏋䊾㐞㧎䎧䏋 㭘㭩 㭩䗡䃄 㙭䎧㭩㭩䎧㩃 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾䐞 㟳䃄 䗡㭘㧎 䒤㑒䢂㭩 㭩㑒䋾㐞䃄㧎 㭘䋾䎧㑒㐞㧎 䏋䗡䃄㐞 䗡䃄 䗡䃄㭘䋾㧎 㭩䗡䃄 䢂䎧㑒㐞㧎 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰䢂 㙭䃄䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䋾䎧䏋㐞 䊾㐞䢂䊾㧎䃄㨫 䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 䢂㩃䊾㥐䃄㧎 䟠䎧㥐㧎㥐䑄 㭘㐞㧎 㧊㭘䊾㧎 㐞䎧 㭘㭩㭩䃄㐞㭩䊾䎧㐞䐞
“䝲㭘㭩䟠䗡 䗡䃄䋾䃄㨫 㪔’㩃 㑰䎧䊾㐞㑰 䎧㑒㭩 㩱䎧䋾 㭘 㙭䊾㭩䐞”
䎧㭩
㑒㧊
“䑄㩩㭘
䑄㑰㑒
䗡䏋䎧
㑰㐞䏋䊾䎧䋾㨫㩱㐞
䏋㭘䃄䍫㥐㧎
䏋㭘䢂
㭘
㥐䊾㥐㑰㨫䑄㭩䗡
䋾㑒䢂㑰㧎㨫
䢂䎧㭩䎧䝷㐞
䊾䍫㧎䍫䃄䟠
㭘
䊾䗡㑰䗡
㐞䎧
䊾㙭”㭩䩺
㩱䎧㩱
㩃䗡䊾
䓱䗡䊾䢂 㧎㑒㧎䃄 㩃㭘㧎䃄 㭘㐞 䭨䦆 㑰䃄䢂㭩㑒䋾䃄 㙭㑒㭩 䢂䗡䎧䎧䍫 䗡䊾䢂 䗡䃄㭘㧎 䊾㐞 㭘 㧎㭘䋑䃄䐞 䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 㩱䋾䎧䏋㐞䃄㧎 㭘㐞㧎 䢂䊾㩃㧊㥐䑄 䊾㑰㐞䎧䋾䃄㧎 䗡䊾㩃㨫 㥐䃄㭘䔦䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 㧊㥐㭘䟠䃄㨫 㙭㑒㭩 㐞䎧㭩 㙭䃄㩱䎧䋾䃄 㥐䎧䟠䍫䊾㐞㑰 䊾㭩 㩱䋾䎧㩃 㭩䗡䃄 䎧㑒㭩䢂䊾㧎䃄 — 䃄䔦䃄㐞 䗡㭘㐞㑰䊾㐞㑰 㭘 䟠䗡㭘䊾㐞 䎧㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾䐞
䝲䗡䃄㐞 䝷䎧䢂䢂 䝟䋾㐞䎧 䏋㭘䢂 䗡䃄䋾䃄㨫 㭩䗡䃄 㩃㭘㐞㭘㑰䃄㩃䃄㐞㭩 䏋㭘䢂 䔦䃄䋾䑄 䢂㭩䋾䊾䟠㭩㨫 䋾䃄䚖㑒䊾䋾䊾㐞㑰 䃄䔦䃄䋾䑄㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰 㭩䎧 㙭䃄 䗡㭘㐞㧎㥐䃄㧎 䏋䊾㭩䗡 䃄䊪㭩䋾䃄㩃䃄 䟠㭘㑒㭩䊾䎧㐞 — 㙭㑒㭩 䢂䎧㩃䃄㭩䊾㩃䃄䢂 䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 㩱䃄㥐㭩 㭩䗡㭘㭩 䊾㭩 䏋㭘䢂 䎧䔦䃄䋾㥐䑄 㭩䊾㩃䊾㧎 — 㭘㥐㭩䗡䎧㑒㑰䗡 㭩䊾㩃䊾㧎 㭘䢂 㭩䗡䃄䑄 䏋䃄䋾䃄㨫 䢂䊾㐞䟠䃄 㩱䎧㥐㥐䎧䏋䊾㐞㑰 䝷䎧䢂䢂 䝟䋾㐞䎧㨫 㭩䗡䃄䊾䋾 㑰㭘㐞㑰 䗡㭘㧎 䊾㐞㧎䃄䃄㧎 㑰䎧㭩㭩䃄㐞 䏋䃄㭘㥐㭩䗡䊾䃄䋾 㧎㭘䑄 㙭䑄 㧎㭘䑄䐞
㩃㭘䃄䟠
㩱䊾䗡䢂
㭘
䎧䗡䏋
䋾䃄㩃䎧
䃄䊾㧎㩃䊪
㭩䗡䊾䏋
䃄㐞䑄䎧䒤
—
䎧㐞
㭘㐞㧎
䢂㭘䏋
䏋㭘䑄
䃄䊾㑰㑰㭩㭩㐞
㐞䴢䊾
䃄䗡㭩
䎧㐞
㐞䢂㧊㧎䃄
䎧㭩
㐞䎧㩱㥐䃄䢂䃄
䏋䑄㭘
㐞䊾䃄㧎㩱㩱䋾䃄㭩
㩃㐞䎧䑄㨫䃄
䃄䗡㐞䓱
䑄䃄㭩
—
䊾㑒䗡䎧䏋㭩㭩
䋾䎧㩃䃄
㭘䗡㭩㭩
䋾㩱䎧㩃
䎧㭩
䢂䃄㑒䎧㭩䊾㐞䚖
㨫㭩䊾
㭘㧎㭩㥐䃄䢂
㥔䎧 㭘㩱㭩䃄䋾 㧎䋾䎧㧊㧊䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 㧊䃄䋾䢂䎧㐞 䎧㩱㩱㨫 㐞㭘㭩㑒䋾㭘㥐㥐䑄㨫 䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 㧊㥐㭘㐞㐞䃄㧎 㭩䎧 㑰䎧 䎧㑒㭩 㭘㐞㧎 䗡㭘䔦䃄 㭘 㑰䎧䎧㧎 㭩䊾㩃䃄䐞
“㟳䃄䑄䴢 䝷䎧䢂䢂 䝟䋾㐞䎧䴢 䭨䗡䐞䐞䐞 㐞䎧㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰㨫 䒤㑒䢂㭩 䋾䃄㧊䎧䋾㭩䊾㐞㑰 㭘㙭䎧㑒㭩 㟳㭘䋾䋾䑄䐞䐞䐞 㐞䎧㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰㨫 䗡䃄’䢂 䒤㑒䢂㭩 㐞䎧㭩 䊾㐞 㭘 㑰䎧䎧㧎 㩃䎧䎧㧎䐞䐞䐞 䋾䃄䢂㭩 㭘䢂䢂㑒䋾䃄㧎㨫 㪔’㩃 㭘㥐䏋㭘䑄䢂 䏋㭘㭩䟠䗡䊾㐞㑰 䗡䊾㩃㨫 㧎䃄㩱䊾㐞䊾㭩䃄㥐䑄 䏋䎧㐞’㭩 㥐䃄㭘䔦䃄䐞 䁵䃄䢂㭩 㭘䢂䢂㑒䋾䃄㧎䩺”
䗡㥐䊾䝲䃄
㧎䃄䃄㧎䃄䢂㐞㧎䟠
㐞䎧㭩䎧䢂䝷
䐞㭩䢂䊾㭘䢂䋾
䝷䢂䎧䢂
䟠㥐㥐㐞㑰㭘䊾
䃄䚖䑄㥐㑒㭩䊾
㭩䗡䃄
㐞䎧㨫䝟䋾
㪔㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㧎㭘䋾䍫㐞䃄䢂䢂㨫 㭘 㩱䊾㑰㑒䋾䃄 䃄㩃䃄䋾㑰䃄㧎 䎧㐞䟠䃄 䝷䎧䢂㭩䎧㐞 㥐䃄㩱㭩㨫 䢂㥐䎧䏋㥐䑄 㭘䢂䟠䃄㐞㧎䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 䢂㭩㭘䊾䋾䢂 䗡䃄 䗡㭘㧎 䟠䎧㩃䃄 㧎䎧䏋㐞㨫 㩱䊾㐞㭘㥐㥐䑄 㭘䋾䋾䊾䔦䊾㐞㑰 㭘㭩 㭩䗡䃄 䋾䃄䢂䊾㧎䃄㐞㭩䊾㭘㥐 㑰㭘㭩䃄 䗡㭘㐞㑰䊾㐞㑰 䏋䊾㭩䗡 䟠䗡㭘䊾㐞䢂䐞
䓱䗡䊾䢂 䢂㐞䃄㭘䍫䑄 㑰㑒䑄 䗡㭘㧎 㭘 㧎䃄䃄㧊 㙭䋾䎧䏋㐞 䗡䎧䎧㧎㨫 䏋䗡䊾䟠䗡 㑒㧊䎧㐞 㥐䊾㩱㭩䊾㐞㑰 䋾䃄䔦䃄㭘㥐䃄㧎 㭘 䗡䃄㭘㧎 㩱㑒㥐㥐 䎧㩱 㙭㭘㐞㧎㭘㑰䃄䢂䐞 㟳䊾䢂 䃄䑄䃄䢂 䏋䃄䋾䃄 㙭㥐䎧䎧㧎䢂䗡䎧㭩 䏋䊾㭩䗡 㩱䃄㭘䋾䢂䎧㩃䃄 䗡䎧䋾䋾䎧䋾㨫 䗡䃄 䏋㭘䢂䐞䐞䐞 㬁㑀㸛䐞
䢂㥐䎧䎧㭩
䎧䍫㭩䎧
䗡䊾㩃
㐞䎧
䎧㑒㭩
䃄䗡㭩
㭘䗡䟠䢂㐞䊾
㐞䃄䗡㭩
㭩䎧
䏋䃄㐞䋾䃄’㭩
䃄䢂㭩
㭘㐞㧎
䟠䍫䐞㐞㥐㑰䊾㐞㑒䎧
㭘䔦㧎㨫䃄㐞㭘㧎䟠
㥐䊾㨫䗡䃄䏋
㭘㥐䎧㧊㧎䟠䍫
㭩䃄䗡
㬁㸛㑀
䢂㟳䊾
䊾㭩
㧎䐞䋾䎧䎧
䢂䃄㧎㭩㥐䊾䃄㐞
䋾㩱䎧
䊾㭩㩃䃄
䋾㧊䃄䃄㧎䢂䢂
䍫䎧㭩䎧
䎧㐞䍫㑒䟠㥐
㭘
㭘㑰㭩䢂䊾㭘㐞
䗡䊾䢂
㩃䃄䢂䎧
䢂䍫䢂䊾㥐㥐
䎧㧎䋾㨫䎧
䗡䃄㭩
㑒㭩䚖䃄䊾
䋾䃄㭘
䋾㩱䎧
㭘
䎧㩱
㬁㑀㸛 㑰䃄㐞㭩㥐䑄 䎧㧊䃄㐞䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾㨫 䗡䃄㭘䋾䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 䢂䎧㑒㐞㧎 䎧㩱 㩃㑒䢂䊾䟠 㩱䋾䎧㩃 䊾㐞䢂䊾㧎䃄 — 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䋾㑒㑰㑰䃄㧎 㑰㑒䑄 䏋㭘䢂 㥐䑄䊾㐞㑰 䎧㐞 㭩䗡䃄 䢂䎧㩱㭘 䏋䊾㭩䗡 㭘 㙭䊾䋑㭘䋾䋾䃄 䢂㩃䊾㥐䃄 䎧㐞 䗡䊾䢂 㩱㭘䟠䃄㨫 䋾䃄䢂䃄㩃㙭㥐䊾㐞㑰 㭘 㧎䋾㑒㐞䍫㭘䋾㧎㨫 䟠䎧㩃㧊㥐䃄㭩䃄㥐䑄 䊾㐞䟠䎧䗡䃄䋾䃄㐞㭩䐞
㬁㑀㸛 䚖㑒䊾䃄㭩㥐䑄 䏋㭘㥐䍫䃄㧎 㑒㧊 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 㑰㑒䑄㨫 㑰㥐㭘㐞䟠䃄㧎 㭘㭩 䢂䎧㩃䃄 㧊䊾㥐㥐䢂 㥐䃄㩱㭩 㑒㐞㩱䊾㐞䊾䢂䗡䃄㧎 䎧㐞 㭩䗡䃄 㭩㭘㙭㥐䃄㨫 㑰䋾㭘㙭㙭䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄㩃㨫 㭘㐞㧎 䢂䗡䎧䔦䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄㩃 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩㥐䑄 䊾㐞㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 㑰㑒䑄’䢂 㩃䎧㑒㭩䗡䐞
䎧䃄㩃䋾
䗡䎧䟠㭩㑒
䃄㑒㭩㩱䗡䋾䋾
㧎㑒㧎䃄
㭘
䔦䃄䃄㐞
䗡䊾㑰䗡㨫
㐞䎧㭩䊾
㭩䊾㑒㭘㥐䢂㧊䊾䋾
䋾㑰㑰㑒㧎䃄㧎
䗡䏋䊾㭩
㭩䎧
㥐㭘㙭㐞㑒䃄
䢂䋾㑰㭘㧊
㭩㥐㐞㥐㭘㑒䟠䗡䎧㭘㐞䊾䊾䐞䢂
㐞㭘㐞䑄䊾㨫㭩㑰䗡
䋾䊾㑰㨫䢂㑒㐞䎧㧎䢂㑒䋾㐞
䏋䎧㧎㥐䋾
㩱䎧
䃄䗡䓱
䗡䊾䢂
㭩䎧㑰
㑰㥐㭘㥐㩱㐞䊾
䊾䢂㐞䎧㥐㑰
㬁㑀㸛 㭩㑒䋾㐞䃄㧎 䎧㩱㩱 㭩䗡䃄 䟠䗡㭘䎧㭩䊾䟠 㩃㑒䢂䊾䟠 䊾㐞䢂䊾㧎䃄 㭩䗡䃄 䋾䎧䎧㩃㨫 㭩䗡䃄㐞 䟠㭘㩃䃄 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 䋾䎧䎧㩃 䏋䗡䃄䋾䃄 㟳㭘䋾䋾䑄 䏋㭘䢂 䊾㩃㧊䋾䊾䢂䎧㐞䃄㧎㨫 䍫㐞䎧䟠䍫䊾㐞㑰 㭘 㩱䃄䏋 㭩䊾㩃䃄䢂 䏋䊾㭩䗡 䢂㥐䊾㑰䗡㭩 㩱䎧䋾䟠䃄䐞
䝟㩱㭩䃄䋾 㭩䗡䊾䢂㨫 㬁㑀㸛 㧎䊾䋾䃄䟠㭩㥐䑄 䢂㥐䊾㧊㧊䃄㧎 㭘㐞 䃄㐞䔦䃄㥐䎧㧊䃄 㭩䗡䋾䎧㑒㑰䗡 㭩䗡䃄 䢂㩃㭘㥐㥐 䏋䊾㐞㧎䎧䏋 㭘㭩 㭩䗡䃄 㙭䎧㭩㭩䎧㩃 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾 䊾㐞㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 䋾䎧䎧㩃䐞
㩃䃄䎧㭩㩃㐞㨫
䋾䎧㩃䎧
㭩䗡䃄
㐞䊾䊾䢂㧎䃄
䝟㭩
㐞䊾㑰㧎㐞㭘㭩䢂
䗡㭩䢂䊾
㙭㐞䃄䃄
㧎䟠䊾㭩䎧㐞䃄
㩃䋾㩱䎧
㐞㑰䟠䏋㭘㭩䗡䊾
䗡䏋䃄䋾䃄
䗡㧎䃄㭘䋾
㧎㩃䃄㭘㭩㩃㥐䃄䊾䊾䑄
㩃䎧䟠㨫䎧㐞㩃䎧㭩䊾
䗡䃄
㑒䊾㩃䢂䟠
䗡㭩䃄
䟠㐞䃄䋾䋾䎧
䢂㩃䃄䢂
㑒㧊
䃄䗡
䗡㭩䃄
㭩㧊䎧㧊䢂㧎䃄
㭘䗡㧎
䑄䃄㧎䐞㑒㐞㥐㧎䢂
䗡㭩䃄
㭘㟳䑄䋾䋾
㭩㭘㑒㥐䑄㭘㐞䋾㥐
䋾䢂䃄䟠㭘䃄㭩㭩㧎
䗡䃄㭩
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㧎㭘䗡
“䝲䗡䎧䴢” 㟳㭘䋾䋾䑄 䊾㐞䢂㭩䊾㐞䟠㭩䊾䔦䃄㥐䑄 䢂䃄㐞䢂䃄㧎 䢂䎧㩃䃄㭩䗡䊾㐞㑰 䏋㭘䢂 䗡㭘㧊㧊䃄㐞䊾㐞㑰 䎧㑒㭩䢂䊾㧎䃄䐞
㥔䃄䃄䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 䃄㐞䔦䃄㥐䎧㧊䃄 㧊㑒䢂䗡䃄㧎 㭩䗡䋾䎧㑒㑰䗡 㑒㐞㧎䃄䋾 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾㨫 䗡䃄 䚖㑒䊾䟠䍫㥐䑄 㭘䢂䍫䃄㧎 㭘 䚖㑒䃄䢂㭩䊾䎧㐞㨫 “䝲䗡䎧䴢 䝲䗡䎧’䢂 䎧㑒㭩 㭩䗡䃄䋾䃄䴢”
㑒㧊
㭩䗡䃄
䎧㭘䗡㭩䗡㧊䋾䢂䎧㑰䐞㧊
䍫䃄㧊䊾䟠㧎
䝷㭩㑒
㐞䎧
䃄䋾䐞䢂㐞䃄䎧䢂㧊
䃄䋾䊾䃄䟠䔦䃄㧎
䟠䗡䊾䏋䗡
䎧䃄䔦㐞㥐䃄䃄㧊
㭩䗡䃄
䃄䗡
㐞䎧
䟠㐞䎧㭘䃄㧎㭩䊾㐞
㨫㩱䎧䎧㥐䋾
䎧䏋䊾㑰䋾㐞㨫㐞䟽
䋾㟳㭘䑄䋾
㥐䋾䢂㭘䃄䃄䔦
䭨㐞䃄 䢂䗡䎧䏋䃄㧎 㭘 䏋䎧㩃㭘㐞 㧎䊾㐞䊾㐞㑰 䏋䊾㭩䗡 㭘 㩃㭘㐞 䊾㐞 㭘 䋾䃄䢂㭩㭘㑒䋾㭘㐞㭩㨫 㭩䗡䃄 䏋䎧㩃㭘㐞 䃄䔦䃄㐞 㧊㥐㭘䑄㩱㑒㥐㥐䑄 䎧㩱㩱䃄䋾䊾㐞㑰 㭘 䢂㭩䋾㭘䏋㙭䃄䋾䋾䑄 䏋䊾㭩䗡 㭘 㩱䎧䋾䍫 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 㩃㭘㐞㨫 㙭䎧㭩䗡 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄㩃 㥐㭘㑒㑰䗡䊾㐞㑰 㭘㐞㧎 䢂㩃䊾㥐䊾㐞㑰䐞
䭨㐞䃄 㧊䎧䋾㭩䋾㭘䑄䃄㧎 㭩䗡䃄 䏋䎧㩃㭘㐞 㭘㐞㧎 㭩䗡䃄 㩃㭘㐞 䏋㭘㥐䍫䊾㐞㑰 䢂㥐䎧䏋㥐䑄 㭩䗡䋾䎧㑒㑰䗡 㭘 䢂䗡㭘㧎䑄 㧊㭘㭩䗡䐞
䃄㭩㐞㭘䎧䗡䋾
䎧䏋㩃㐞㭘䐞
㧎㐞䎧㥐䗡䊾㑰
㭩䏋䎧
䟠䊾䃄
㭘㩃㐞
䃄䗡㭩
䏋㥐㐞䍫㭘㑰䊾
㐞䝟㧎
㭘䋾㭩䎧㧎䏋
䗡㭩䃄
䏋䗡䎧䃄䢂㧎
䋾䟠䃄㭘㨫䢂㩃
䓱䗡䃄 䏋䎧㩃㭘㐞 䏋㭘䢂 㟕㭘䋾䎧㥐䊾㐞䃄䐞
䓱䗡䃄 㩃㭘㐞䐞䐞䐞 䏋㭘䢂 㐞䎧㭩 㟳㭘䋾䋾䑄䐞
䎧㭩
䗡䝲’䎧䢂
㭩䎧㑒
㧎䢂㑒㥐㧎䃄㐞䑄
䝲䗡䢂䎧’
䗡”䝲䎧䩺
䃄䋾䃄䊾㧎䋾㑰㑰㭩
㩃䎧䢂䃄
䢂㩃㧎䃄䃄䃄
㭩䊾䗡䢂
㑒㭩䎧
䋾㭘䑄䋾㟳
䃄㙭
䋾䃄䗡䃄䩺㭩
䢂㭩䐞䋾䊾㑰㐞
䩺㐞䩺㩃䃄㭘䩺
䑄㙭
䗡䋾䃄㭩䃄䩺”䩺
䝲㭩䗡㭘
䃄䎧䢂㧎
䩺䎧䗡䩺䝲
㟳䃄 䢂㑒㧎㧎䃄㐞㥐䑄 䟠䋾䎧㑒䟠䗡䃄㧎 㭩䎧 㭩䗡䃄 㩱㥐䎧䎧䋾㨫 㥐䎧䎧䍫䃄㧎 㭩䗡䋾䎧㑒㑰䗡 㭩䗡䃄 䢂㩃㭘㥐㥐 䏋䊾㐞㧎䎧䏋 㭘㭩 㭩䗡䃄 㙭䎧㭩㭩䎧㩃 䎧㩱 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾 㭩䎧䏋㭘䋾㧎 㭩䗡䃄 䎧㑒㭩䢂䊾㧎䃄㨫 䑄䃄㭩 䎧㐞㥐䑄 㩃㭘㐞㭘㑰䃄㧎 㭩䎧 䟠㭘㭩䟠䗡 䢂䊾㑰䗡㭩 䎧㩱 㭘 㧊㭘䊾䋾 䎧㩱 㩱䃄䃄㭩 䏋㭘㥐䍫䊾㐞㑰 㭘䏋㭘䑄 — 䢂䗡㑒㭩㭩䊾㐞㑰 㭩䗡䃄 㧎䎧䎧䋾 䎧㑒㭩䢂䊾㧎䃄䐞
“䝲䗡䎧 㭘䋾䃄 䑄䎧㑒—䩺䩺䩺䩺”
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