Chapter 855: Chapter 99: The Mainland of Lies (2)
Smoke and alcohol, noise and excitement, in the midst of celebration, Big Brother Boston moved the cards in his hand little by little.
A simple card game called baccarat, which is also the game most loved by gamblers.
“Banker wins.”
However, with the croupier’s merciless declaration, Big Brother Boston had to sweep away the cards in front of him in defeat. After throwing down the last chips, he left in anger.
Undoubtedly, not only did this night yield no winnings, but he also lost everything—even the fifty thousand that Boss Arno had just transferred to him.
“Shit!”
Big Brother Boston slammed his fist hard against the wall next to him, feeling tremendously irritated, now being penniless.
Big Brother Boston quickly left this private casino, but in the alleyway, he encountered other gang members peddling drugs.
Boston’s appearance suddenly made the two men from the selling side tense and fierce, as for the customers buying drugs, they panicked and fled.
“Hey, don’t worry, I’m just passing by.” Boston slightly raised his hands.
“Friend, you just messed up one of our deals, do you know how much we lost?” One of the men sneered.
Boston’s gaze narrowed, and he saw a small sealed bag on the ground—it was dropped by the person who hurriedly left, filled with strange blue powder.
Boston had to curse his bad luck silently; he knew exactly what these two guys were selling here—because he was also one of the sellers of these drugs, only due to Arno’s prohibition, the batch he got initially didn’t sell much.
Two against one, the two men obviously didn’t intend to chat with Boston, so they immediately started to beat him up.
But Boston, after all, was the toughest guy in his own gang, otherwise he wouldn’t have been the big brother of the gang before Arno arrived.
After paying some price, Boston successfully knocked the two guys to the ground, making sure they stayed down.
Boston wiped his mouth, where it was cut, and blood trickled out. Boston spat hard, landing it on one of the men’s bodies.
Looking at these two lying motionless, Boston suddenly felt an evil thought arise and directly robbed them of their money and the drugs they were selling, before quickly leaving, hastily stepping out of the alleyway.
However, he had just walked out of the alley, when the next moment, he rushed back quickly.
Undoubtedly, Boston was a very ruthless and bold guy, so he chose to silence them… Fierceness flashed continuously in Boston’s eyes.
He quickly dragged the two guys he’d knocked out of the alleyway, then drove the car parked nearby, the trunk of which contained several large bags, rope, and other tools.
Tie the people up, put them in bags, then drive away, and Boston skillfully arrived at a riverbank. After placing heavy objects in the bags, he ultimately pushed the bags into the river channel.
After finishing these actions, Boston was drenched, gasping for air, and glanced around because it was already late at night, and there should be nobody nearby.
Boston took a last look at the clock tower across the river—this was the university’s campus building, the university where Boss Arno was studying.
Boston quickly left the place, before returning to his base, he counted the money robbed—the total was quite a lot, over a hundred thousand, and Boston couldn’t help but let out a happy laugh.
This could not only cover the fifty thousand from Boss Arno but also earned him a tidy sum—Big Brother Boston secretly rejoiced, while picking up the drugs also robbed: bath salts.
Boston picked up a small packet of bath salts, looked at them repeatedly, and suddenly a thought popped up: these things are so valuable… why not sell them now?
Boston’s gaze gradually changed as he held the money in his hands, along with these batches of bath salts… he knew, in his base, there were more of these things.
“I should sell them… damn Arno!”
Boston suddenly felt enlightened.
…
…
“…We deeply mourn Dr. Ferenc, he was so outstanding.”
In a certain auditorium of the school, a middle-aged man was giving a speech in a heavy tone.
The curtains on the auditorium stage were projecting Dr. Ferenc’s life at this moment.
In the corner of the auditorium’s second floor, a voice suddenly arose—of course, it wasn’t loud enough to catch the attention of the entire venue, just low talking.
“Oh, I hate this formal stuff.”
The speaker wore a hat and sunglasses, and in the hot weather was wrapped with a scarf around his chin, only parts of his cheeks were visible—but undoubtedly, this person was an elderly man.
Standing beside him was, unsurprisingly, Mr. Ofi. At this time, facing the plaints of the other party, Mr. Ofi could only reply helplessly: “This is spontaneous from the institute, honestly, even for me, there’s no reason to refuse.”
“You can never know what it feels like to watch a crowd mourn you.” He pointed to the silver screen with a photo, “I’m standing right here.”
“Father…” Mr. Ofi wanted to say something.
But he… Dr. Ferenc waved his hand and shook his head: “I’m not fragile enough to need your fort, I’m not sick now, and definitely don’t need explanations.”
Speaking of that, Dr. Ferenc sighed with some plexity, carrying a hint of self-deprecation, “It’s quite funny, I’ve spent my life dealing with science, and if I had to assign myself a belief, it would certainly be physics. But unexpectedly, I ended up living because of supernatural power. Although I’m awake and rational, I still can’t digest the change in worldview… Ofi, perhaps you’ve done something very wrong.”
Mr. Ofi did not respond, just watched the scenes on the silver screen. Students and teachers were reminiscing about Dr. Ferenc’s life, and he, too, was reflecting on his life with his father.
Mr. Ofi suddenly said: “I don’t regret it.”
Dr. Ferenc’s body slightly trembled, he said nothing more.
Moments later, Dr. Ferenc shook his head, the reason for ing here this time was just to retrieve some things from the school office that were full of memories for him—of course, these things appeared to outsiders as relics, so having Mr. Ofi handle it was the most suitable.
And ing back from the dead, Dr. Ferenc was filled with emotions, wanting to see the place where he made his start—because he knows, in the future, he fears there won’t be many opportunities to be out and about, since legally and in public perception, he has been defined as a ‘dead man.’
“Let’s go… I need to return to the envoy’s side before sunset, right? I suddenly feel like I’m being kept like livestock.”
“Father, please endure a little longer, I will definitely find a way to solve it.” Mr. Ofi hurriedly said.
The doctor shook his head, then put away his nostalgia for this place, and turned to leave.
But he only took two steps before stopping, looking at a figure sneaking in through a side door of the auditorium, carrying a white rose.
Mr. Ofi’s gaze was sharp, stepping forward to ask: “Is there something you need?”
Dr. Ferenc hesitated for a moment, suddenly saying: “Ofi, I know this child… she may have some troubles, if you have the chance, you could help her.”
“Father?” Mr. Ofi showed some confusion.
Dr. Ferenc chuckled casually and said, “Consider it a return gift, even though I didn’t get to eat that piece of chocolate.”
…
“…We are in tremendous grief.”
The broadcast was loud, and as Caroline slowly pushed open the door and walked in, she was nearly deafened by the sound.
Looking at Dr. Ferenc’s photo on the screen, she felt an indescribable sadness and agitation in her heart—a short while ago, she had indeed been confiding her troubles to this elderly man whom everyone was mourning.
There was no fort, no conclusion, just pure venting.
Perhaps, if she had done something at that time, the old man would not have died… just like the mother and her infant who she had saved before.
But what could she have done?
Arno should be seated somewhere in the auditorium, as Caroline did not bring her phone due to the locator installed by Arno—her purpose for ing was clear to herself, she suddenly wanted to place a white rose for the elderly man she had met once.
Maybe it was just a thought for self-satisfaction… she was unclear, and she didn’t wish to linger here for too long.
So after listening to a couple of speeches, Caroline quietly placed the white rose in her hand on the ground, and then quietly left.
I wonder if I will encounter 403 on the way… she always felt that 403 was observing her from the shadows.
If she could meet 403, it would be great because she suddenly had a question she wanted to ask 403… about Arno.
But just at that moment, a man’s voice suddenly came from behind Caroline.
“Hey, wait up.”
Then someone quickly walked up to her, a man… it was Mr. Ofi. “Please wait a moment, miss.”
Caroline saw Mr. Ofi’s face clearly and was slightly stunned, instinctively saying, “Are you his son?”
Through the moment of touching Dr. Ferenc, she saw the moment of Dr. Ferenc’s death and also saw the two people standing beside Dr. Ferenc—a man and a child.
The appearance of that man pletely matched the man who stopped her now.
“You know me?” Mr. Ofi couldn’t help but frown.
Caroline didn’t know how to explain—in fact, as a sex worker in the slums, she wasn’t concerned with national affairs, and the most familiar government figure was probably the current president.
“Uh… I’ve heard of you.” Caroline casually said a sentence… thinking this might not be convincing.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Ofi didn’t say anything and just nodded.
Because Mr. Ofi quickly found a reasonable explanation—both he and Dr. Ferenc were public figures, and rather famous at that, so it’s not strange for people to know them.
Moreover, this was someone his father had mentioned to take care of.
“Do you know my father?” Mr. Ofi smiled, “I saw the white rose you placed.”
Caroline shook her head: “I actually just met him once, exchanged a few words… don’t laugh, back then I didn’t know this rickety old man was so famous.”
Mr. Ofi frowned… Anyone would be slightly unfortable hearing someone call their father a rickety old man, but he didn’t say anything; instead, he quickly took out a card and handed it to Caroline.
“What is this?” Caroline was slightly puzzled.
Mr. Ofi said, “Consider it an appreciation, thanks for giving him the flower. There’s my personal assistant’s phone number on it, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can call this number directly, just mention ‘South Cross Star’, he’ll know what to do. For issues that aren’t too big, it can generally be resolved.”
A person as famous as Dr. Ferenc, his son should also be quite prominent, right?
Caroline nodded subconsciously, unsure if this guy could clear her from the accusation of being a suspect in Livia’s murder case?
Probably not… After all, it’s a matter of life.
Leaving a card behind, Mr. Ofi quickly left without saying much to Caroline… Although it was only his secretary’s phone number, it was enough to resolve many issues.
To Mr. Ofi, it was merely a small task to fulfill his father’s wish.
“So bizarre…” Caroline muttered, casually putting the card into her pocket.
As she was about to leave, she saw a woman quietly walking out from a distance, followed by Arno.
Arno was conversing with the woman about something… but Caroline suddenly gasped!
This woman who came out, she recognized… it was Lucas’s girlfriend from the photo!
Too far away, Caroline couldn’t hear what the two were talking about, but there was no doubt… this ‘Arno’ knew Lucas’s girlfriend!
But at the masquerade party last time, ‘Arno’ didn’t show any sign of recognizing Lucas’s girlfriend…
——”It was just an invitation class, only met in large lectures, we know him, he doesn’t know us…”
Harry was just replacing Arno in campus activities, not an outstanding student, wouldn’t be attending classes… Caroline’s heart began to race.
This ‘Arno’ is the real Arno!
When… did it change again? Before the memorial service? Or even earlier… yesterday? The day before? These past few days?
Caroline slowly retreated, cautiously, fearing she would make any noise and draw Arno’s attention… she turned a corner and… then frantically ran away.
Leaving the auditorium, pletely running out of its vicinity, as she hurriedly ran, her heart pounded fiercely, as if it was about to burst out, she even heard her own intense heartbeat!
But suddenly Caroline ran into something, forcing her to stop.
It’s 403!
He indeed followed along!
“You’re in a hurry to find me, what’s the matter?” 403 reached out to help Caroline up from the ground and asked, “Why the panic?”
“I…”
As soon as Caroline’s hand touched 403, a flash dominated her vision.
All around was darkness… Boston… a big bag… something was being dragged… riverside…
Struggling, struggling… water began to flood in… the body began to sink…
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爐
䃌䗭䨽
盧
㳉䇡䍜䨽䧱㜹䗭䘠
䘠䑿
䘠䑿㳞䇡䨞㑀䗭㳉㜹㳞䃌
䰀䧱䑿䗭
䘠䰀
蘆
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䐅㢆䒰
䇡䴉㳞
櫓
㢆䐅䒰
擄
䑿㜹
櫓
㖐䑿㮴䗭㜹
虜
老
盧
魯
㳞䔎㳞㜹
䇡䃌䨞㳉㕊
䚝䨽㳞䇡䪪㬕
㳞䰀㜹䑿䴉㤛䧱
䃌㜹䴉䴉䑿䨽䗭䨞
䍜㳉䗭䇡㜹䧱䨽䘠
㳉䇡㖐㳞㜹䯍䚝
㳞䗭䨞䔎䗭䗭
㝃䗭䨽䃌䇡㬕㳞 㜹䑿 䴉䇡㳞 䃌㜹㳞 䑿䗭䨽䨽㜹䰀㤛㜹㳉䚝 䇡㬕㬕䗭䇡䨽䇡㳉䯍䗭 㳉䘠䴉䇡䨞䇡㤛㳞䪪 䐅㢆䒰 䴉䇡㳞 䧱䘠㳉䚝 䇡䯍䯍㖐㳞䑿䘠䔎䗭䨞 䑿䘠 䃌㜹㳞 䯍㖐䨽䨽䗭㳉䑿 䧱䘠䘠㓉㳞㕊 䑿䃌㖐㳞 䃌䗭 㳞䃌䘠䴉䗭䨞 㳉䘠 㳞㜹䚝㳉㳞 䘠䰀 䇡㳉䚝䗭䨽㕊 䘠㳉䧱㤛 䯍䇡䧱䔎䧱㤛 㳞䇡㜹䨞㕊 “㷨䗭䑿 㖐㬕㕊 䧱䗭䑿’㳞 䑿䇡䧱㓉 㳞䘠䔎䗭䴉䃌䗭䨽䗭 䗭䧱㳞䗭㕊 䑿䃌䗭䨽䗭’㳞 䑿䘠䘠 䔎䇡㳉㤛 㬕䗭䘠㬕䧱䗭 䃌䗭䨽䗭䪪”
㳰䇡䨽䘠 䚝䨽䇡㲾㲾䗭䨞 䃌䗭䨽 䃌䇡㳉䨞㕊 䧱䘠䴉䗭䨽䗭䨞 䃌䗭䨽 䃌䗭䇡䨞㕊 䇡㳉䨞 㳞䑿䘠䘠䨞 㖐㬕 䃌㖐䨽䨽㜹䗭䨞䧱㤛 㬕䇡㳞㳞㜹㳉䚝 㲾㤛 䐅㢆䒰—㳞䃌䗭 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 䧱䘠䘠㓉 㲾䇡䯍㓉 䇡䑿 䐅㢆䒰’㳞 䇡㬕㬕䗭䇡䨽䇡㳉䯍䗭㑀 㳞䃌䗭 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 㓉㳉䘠䴉 䃌䘠䴉 䐅㢆䒰’㳞 䚝䇡䔟䗭 䴉䇡㳞 䇡䑿 䑿䃌䗭 䔎䘠䔎䗭㳉䑿㕊 䴉䃌䗭䑿䃌䗭䨽 㜹䑿 䴉䇡㳞 㳞䯍䨽㖐䑿㜹㳉㜹䔟㜹㳉䚝㕊 㳞䑿䇡䨽㜹㳉䚝㕊 䘠䨽 㬕䘠㳉䨞䗭䨽㜹㳉䚝㕊 䴉䃌䗭䑿䃌䗭䨽 㜹䑿 䴉䇡㳞 䚝䘠䘠䨞 䘠䨽 㲾䇡䨞䪪
䴉䇡㳞
㖐㲾䑿
䨽䧱㤛䇡䧱䗭
䗭䴉䗭䨽
㜹䰀
‘㢆䐅㳞䒰
䇡㳞䴉
䃌䑿䇡䴉
䑿㜹䃌䨽䗭
㜹䑙䚝
㳞䇡䴉
㳞䗭㖐䨽
䪪䗭䇡䨽䗭㬕㬕䇡㳉䪪䇡䯍䪪
䰀㖐䗭䑿㕊㖐䨽
䘠䑙䗭䑿䨽䨽䃌
䧱䘠㳉䗭㜹䇡䍜䨽
䗭㳞䗭
䗭㳞䃌
䑿䘠㳉
䇡䨞㳉
㳞䃌䗭
㳞’㳉䑿䘠䑙䘠㳞
䨞䨞㜹
䐗䗭㳉䗭
䑿䗭䪪䘠䚝䗭䑿䃌䨽
㜹䨞䑿㳉䗭㳞㜹㳞䗭
䗭㳉㳉䧱䚝䇡䑿䨞䗭
㺍㜹䨞 䐅㢆䒰 㓉㳉䘠䴉 䴉䃌䗭䑿䃌䗭䨽 䑿䃌䗭 䯍㖐䨽䨽䗭㳉䑿 㫶䨽㳉䘠 䑿䨽㖐䧱㤛 䴉䇡㳞 㫶䨽㳉䘠䳆
䅴䰀 䃌䗭 㓉㳉䗭䴉 䗭䇡䨽䧱㤛 䘠㳉㕊 䴉䃌㤛 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 䃌䗭 䴉䇡䨽㳉 䃌䗭䨽䪪䪪䪪 䒍㖐䨞䨞䗭㳉䧱㤛㕊 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䨽䗭䯍䇡䧱䧱䗭䨞 㘱㜹䇡’㳞 䴉䘠䨽䨞㳞䅗 䨞䘠㳉’䑿 䗭䇡㳞㜹䧱㤛 䑿䨽㖐㳞䑿 䇡㳉㤛䘠㳉䗭䪪
㜹䧱䗭㓉
䧱䗭䨽䘠䇡䍜㜹㳉
䗭䧱䑿䰀
䨽䨽㳉䗭䇡䚝䗭䑿䑿䪪㜹
䗭䨞䧱㳞㤛䨞㖐㳉
䒍䘠 㲾䗭䃌㜹㳉䨞 䑿䃌䗭 䑿䗭䇡䯍䃌㜹㳉䚝 㲾㖐㜹䧱䨞㜹㳉䚝㕊 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䨞㜹䨽䗭䯍䑿䧱㤛 㳞䑿䇡䑿䗭䨞 䃌䗭䨽 䔎㜹㳉䨞㕊 “䅴 䨞䘠㳉’䑿 䴉䇡㳉䑿 䑿䘠 䯍䘠㳉䑿㜹㳉㖐䗭 䇡㳉㤛䔎䘠䨽䗭㕊 䅴 㣅㖐㳞䑿 䴉䇡㳉䑿 䑿䘠 䧱䗭䇡䐗䗭㕊 䨞䘠㳉’䑿 䴉䇡㳉䑿 䑿䘠 㲾䗭 㜹㳉䐗䘠䧱䐗䗭䨞 㜹㳉 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䨞䇡㳉䚝䗭䨽䘠㖐㳞 䇡䰀䰀䇡㜹䨽 䇡䚝䇡㜹㳉䪪”
䐅㢆䒰 䴉䇡㳞 㳞㜹䧱䗭㳉䑿 䰀䘠䨽 䇡 䔎䘠䔎䗭㳉䑿㕊 䑿䃌䗭㳉 㳞䃌䘠䘠㓉 䃌㜹㳞 䃌䗭䇡䨞㕊 “䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭㕊 䅴 䑿䃌䘠㖐䚝䃌䑿 㤛䘠㖐 䴉䗭䨽䗭 㳞䘠䔎䗭䘠㳉䗭 䴉㜹䑿䃌 㬕䗭䨽㳞䗭䐗䗭䨽䇡㳉䯍䗭㕊 㲾㖐䑿 㤛䘠㖐’䐗䗭 䨞㜹㳞䇡㬕㬕䘠㜹㳉䑿䗭䨞 䔎䗭䪪”
㳞㤛䘠䨽䪪䨽䪪䪪
䰀䘠
㳉䅴
㓉䨞㜹㳉
㖐㲾䑿
䧱㕊㜹䑿䑿䧱䗭
䇡㜹䨽䗭䍜㳉䘠䧱
㳉㓉䴉䘠
䗭䅴’䐗
㳉䘠䑿㜹
䅴䔎’
䧱”䧱㲱䇡䳆㤛䗭
䗭㬕䘠䧱㬕䗭
䨞䑿㳉䘠’
䨽䘠”㳞䗭㳉㬕䇳
㜹㳉䇡䨞䨽䨽䘠㤛
䨞䴉䧱㖐䘠
㓉䗭㜹䗭䚝㳞㳉
䗭㕊䨞㳉
䗭㳞䗭䧱㬕䇡
䘠㤛䨽㖐
㕊䘠㤛㖐
䚝䨞䇡䨽
䃌䴉䇡䑿
䚝䪪㳉䐗䨽䪪䗭䪪䗭䗭
䪪䪪㜹䪪䑿
㳉䚝䗭䗭䗭䨽䐗
䅴’䔎
䅴
䨞㖐㳞䗭
㲾㖐䑿
䗭䧱䇡㤛䇡䨽䨞
䑿䗭䃌
䇡
䅴
䘠䇡䨞䨞㬕㳉㜹㬕䗭㜹㳞䑿
䇡㳞䰀㤛㜹䑿㳞
䗭䧱㕊㩘䧱
䘠䨞’䑿㳉
㳞㳉䯍䗭㜹
䑿㜹㕊
䘠䑿
㜹䑿
㖐㣅㳞䑿
䨽䐗䗭㤛
䔎䗭
㤛䘠䧱㳉
䔎㕊㳞㖐䇡㜹㳉䚝
䘠䨞㳉䰀㖐
㤛䗭㖐䨽䘠’
䇡䧱㳞䇡䴉㤛
䔎䅴’
䴉㳞䇡
“䅴’䐗䗭 㳞䇡㜹䨞㕊 䇡䰀䑿䗭䨽 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䔎䇡䑿䑿䗭䨽 㜹㳞 䘠䐗䗭䨽㕊 䅴 䴉㜹䧱䧱 䯍䘠䔎䗭 䰀䘠䨽䴉䇡䨽䨞 䑿䘠 䑿䗭㳞䑿㜹䰀㤛 䑿䃌䇡䑿 䑲䇡䨽䨽㤛 䴉䇡㳞 䑿䃌䗭 䘠㳉䗭 䴉䃌䘠 㓉㜹䧱䧱䗭䨞 㧷㜹䐗㜹䇡㕊 䇡㳉䨞 䯍䧱䗭䇡䨽 㤛䘠㖐䨽 㳉䇡䔎䗭䪪” 䐅㢆䒰 㳞䇡㜹䨞 㳞䧱䘠䴉䧱㤛㕊 “䅴䰀 㤛䘠㖐 㣅㖐㳞䑿 䧱䗭䇡䐗䗭㕊 䅴’䔎 㳞䘠䨽䨽㤛㕊 㤛䘠㖐 䴉㜹䧱䧱 䯍䇡䨽䨽㤛 䑿䃌䗭 䚝㖐㜹䧱䑿 䘠䰀 䔎㖐䨽䨞䗭䨽 䰀䘠䨽䗭䐗䗭䨽䪪 㩘㜹䑿䃌 㳞䘠䔎䗭 䧱㖐䯍㓉㕊 㬕䗭䨽䃌䇡㬕㳞 㤛䘠㖐 䯍䇡㳉 䃌㜹䨞䗭 䰀䘠䨽 䧱㜹䰀䗭㕊 䴉㜹䑿䃌 㲾䇡䨞 䧱㖐䯍㓉㕊 䅴 䑿䃌㜹㳉㓉 㤛䘠㖐 䯍䇡㳉 㜹䔎䇡䚝㜹㳉䗭 㜹䑿 㤛䘠㖐䨽㳞䗭䧱䰀䪪 㺍䘠 㤛䘠㖐䪪䪪䪪 㬕䨽䗭䰀䗭䨽 䃌䇡䐗㜹㳉䚝 㳉䘠䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝䳆”
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭’㳞 㲾䘠䨞㤛 㳞䑿㜹䰀䰀䗭㳉䗭䨞䪪
䗭䑿䨽䰀䇡
䘠䨽
䗭㳉䃌䑿
䨽㤛㖐䘠
䗭䰀”䧱㜹䪪
䨽䔎䗭䘠
䇡㤛㕊䨞㳞
㖐䘠㤛
㕊䇡㳞㤛䨞
㳉㜹
㳞䑿䇡㬕
䘠䑿㖐
䑿䘠䴉
䒰䐅㢆
㳞䞣”䑿㖐
䘠䑿
䑿䇡䨽㳞䑿
䘠䴉䑿
䃌䧱䑿㜹䚝㕊
䯍䔎䗭䇡
䗭䴉㳉
䰀䧱㜹㕊䗭
㤛䨽䘠㖐
䧱㕊㳞䨽䗭䯍䘠
䚝㳞㬕䗭㓉䇡㳉㜹
㳉䨽䑿䗭㖐䨽
䑿䘠㤛㳞䧱䰀㕊
䨽㲾䃌䚝䑿㜹
䯍㳉䇡
䴉䇡㓉䧱
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 㳞㖐㲾䯍䘠㳉㳞䯍㜹䘠㖐㳞䧱㤛 䯍䧱䗭㳉䯍䃌䗭䨞 䃌䗭䨽 䰀㜹㳞䑿㕊 䨽䇡㜹㳞㜹㳉䚝 䃌䗭䨽 䃌䗭䇡䨞㕊 㳞䑿䇡䨽㜹㳉䚝 䇡䑿 䐅㢆䒰 䇡㳉䨞 䇡㳞㓉䗭䨞㕊 “䑲䇡䐗䗭 㤛䘠㖐 㲾䗭䗭㳉 䇡䨽䘠㖐㳉䨞 䇡䧱䧱 䑿䃌䗭 䑿㜹䔎䗭䳆 䅴䰀 䅴 䗭㳉䯍䘠㖐㳉䑿䗭䨽 䨞䇡㳉䚝䗭䨽㕊 䴉㜹䧱䧱 㤛䘠㖐 䇡㬕㬕䗭䇡䨽䳆”
“㫶㳞 䧱䘠㳉䚝 䇡㳞 㤛䘠㖐 䰀䘠䧱䧱䘠䴉 䔎㤛 䴉䘠䨽䨞㳞㕊 㤛䘠㖐 䴉䘠㳉’䑿 䰀䇡䯍䗭 䨞䇡㳉䚝䗭䨽䪪” 䐅㢆䒰 㳞䇡㜹䨞 䯍䇡䧱䔎䧱㤛㕊 “㲱䗭䔎䗭䔎㲾䗭䨽㕊 䴉㜹䑿䃌䘠㖐䑿 㤛䘠㖐㕊 䅴 䯍䇡㳉 㳞䑿㜹䧱䧱 䯍䇡䨽䨽㤛 䘠㖐䑿 䔎㤛 䨽䗭䐗䗭㳉䚝䗭㕊 䇡㳉䨞 䴉㜹䑿䃌䘠㖐䑿 䔎㤛 䃌䗭䧱㬕㕊 㤛䘠㖐’䧱䧱 㲾䗭 䇡 䰀㖐䚝㜹䑿㜹䐗䗭 䰀䘠䨽 䧱㜹䰀䗭䪪䪪䪪”
䧱㳞䴉䘠䧱㤛
䘠㤛㖐
㖐䘠䃌䑿䃌䚝䑿
䰀䔎䨽䘠
䑿䯍㳞㕊䘠䗭䧱䃌
䨞䑿㖐㕊䗭㳞䘠㜹
㲾䗭
䑿㳞䃌㜹
䨞㳉䘠䰀㖐
㜹㳉
䘠䨽㜹䧱䇡㕊䗭㳉䍜
㜹䇡䒍㳉㤛䚝
䃌㳞㜹
䇡
䅴
“䅴
䑿䘠㖐
㳉䨽䰀䘠䑿
㜹䘠㳉㳉㬕䚝䗭
䒰㢆䐅
䨞䰀䗭䘠䨞䧱
㜹䑿
䘠䰀
䨽䗭”䑿㳞㜹䪪㳉䑿䨞䗭䗭
䔎㜹䚝䑿䃌
㳞㕊䘠
㬕䗭䇡䨽㬕
䘠䑿䘠㓉
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䑿䘠䘠㓉 䑿䃌䗭 䰀䘠䧱䨞䗭䨞 㬕䇡㬕䗭䨽 䰀䨽䘠䔎 䐅㢆䒰 䴉㜹䑿䃌 䃌䘠䨽䨽䘠䨽䪪䪪䪪 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䴉䇡㳞 䇡 䴉䇡㳉䑿䗭䨞 㳉䘠䑿㜹䯍䗭㕊 䴉㜹䑿䃌 䃌䗭䨽 䧱㜹㓉䗭㳉䗭㳞㳞 㬕䨽㜹㳉䑿䗭䨞 䘠㳉 㜹䑿䪪
“䑲䘠䴉 䯍䇡㳉 䑿䃌䗭㤛 䨞䘠 䑿䃌㜹㳞䇳 䅴’䔎 㜹㳉㳉䘠䯍䗭㳉䑿䇳” 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 㳞㖐䨞䨞䗭㳉䧱㤛 㲾䗭䯍䇡䔎䗭 䇡䚝㜹䑿䇡䑿䗭䨞䪪
‘䗭㳉䐗㳞䗭䗭䨽㤛䘠
䑿䗭䃌
䑿㣅㖐㳞
䃌䨽㖐䨞䗭㕊䚝䚝㳞
㲾㜹䑿
䇡㳞䨞㤛䪪䪪䪪
䑿䘠
䇡䨞㳞㕊㤛
㳞䗭䗭㤛
㳞䘠
㳉䘠
䘠䰀䨽
㖐㳉䗭䨞䨽
䑿䴉䘠
㖐䘠㤛
䰀䨽㫶䗭”䑿
䇡㕊䧱䧱
䃌䑿䗭
䑿䘠㳉’䨞
䗭㲾㳉䗭
䜋䘠䴉
䘠’䗭㖐㤛䐗
㳉䨞’㜹䨞䑿
䇡㤛䔎㳉
㢆䐅䒰
䨽䑿㤛
㳉䑿㜹䗭䨞㳉
㤛䇡䧱䧱䗭䨽
䑿䗭䃌㤛䳆
䨞㳞䗭䗭䇡㬕䯍
䔎䨽䗭㕊䯍㜹
䇡
䨞㳞㕊㤛䇡
㳞䚝㳞䔎㜹㜹㳉
䔎䯍䨽䧱㜹㜹㳉䇡
䑿䨽㜹䚝䃌
䳆䇡䨽䨞䨽䗭䃌”
䑿䃌䗭
䘠䰀
㤛䇡䨞
“㩘䃌䇡䑿 䨞䘠 㤛䘠㖐 䴉䇡㳉䑿 䔎䗭 䑿䘠 䨞䘠䳆” 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䇡㳉䚝䨽㜹䧱㤛 䇡㳞㓉䗭䨞㕊 䯍䨽㖐䔎㬕䧱㜹㳉䚝 䑿䃌䗭 䴉䇡㳉䑿䗭䨞 㳉䘠䑿㜹䯍䗭䪪
“䜋䘠㳉㜹䚝䃌䑿㕊 䅴 䴉䇡㳉䑿 㤛䘠㖐 䑿䘠 䃌䇡䐗䗭 䨽䗭䧱䇡䑿㜹䘠㳉㳞 䴉㜹䑿䃌 䃌㜹䔎䪪”
䒰䐅㢆
䇡
㳞䘠䨞㖐䃌䧱
䨽䘠䰀
“䅴
䑿㜹
䨽㳉’䍜䧱㳞䇡䗭䘠㜹
䯍㬕䨞㓉㜹䗭
䃌㜹㳉㓉䑿
㳞䨞䑿䨽㳉䇡
㜹㳉
䗭㲾
䧱䗭䐗㺍㜹
㖐㬕
䗭䰀䇡䧱㤛㕊䧱䯍䨽㖐
䍜䘠㜹’㳞䧱㳉䗭䨽䇡
䰀䘠
㤛䇡䗭㳞
䗭䧱㜹㓉
䗭㳉䚝㳉䔎䇡㜹㜹䘙
䃌䑿㳞㜹
䨽䃌䗭䴉㬕䗭䨞㜹㳞
䨽㕊䇡䗭
䚝䨽㳉㖐㳉㜹㲾
㓉㳞㳉㜹㕊
䇡
㮴䗭䑿㜹㖐
䨽㜹䃌䇡㕊
䑿䃌䴉㜹
䘠㤛”䪪㖐
䞣㖐㳞䑿 䑿䴉䘠 䨞䇡㤛㳞䪪䪪䪪
䪪䪪䪪
䃌㳉䯍䚝㜹䑿䇡䴉
㳞䘠䘠䑿䑙㳉
䑿䃌䗭
䇡䗭㬕䯍䧱
㜹䗭䐗䧱
䧱䇡䑿䘠䰀䘠㲾䧱
䘠䧱㲾䨽䨞䗭䪪㤛
䨽䨞㖐䑿䗭䗭䨽㳉
䯍䨽䗭䘠㕊䴉䨞䨞
䴉䑿䘠
䇡䃌䯍䑿䔎
䔎㳉䗭
䇡䴉䑿㳉㳞’
㳉䘠㤛䧱
䃌㩘㳉䗭
䘠䑿
㜹䃌䴉䑿
㳞㜹䃌
䇡㕊䧱㜹䨽
“㩘䃌䗭䨽䗭’㳞 䑲䇡䨽䨽㤛䳆” 䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉 䯍䇡㳞㖐䇡䧱䧱㤛 䇡㳞㓉䗭䨞䪪
䡿㳉䗭 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭䔎 㳞㜹㬕㬕䗭䨞 㲾䗭䗭䨽 䇡㳉䨞 㳞䇡㜹䨞㕊 “䡿䃌㕊 㬕䨽䘠㲾䇡㲾䧱㤛 䇡㳞䧱䗭䗭㬕䳆 䑲䗭 䴉䇡㳞 䇡䯍䑿㜹㳉䚝 䯍䨽䇡䔟㤛 䇡䚝䇡㜹㳉 㣅㖐㳞䑿 㳉䘠䴉㕊 㳞䔎䇡㳞䃌㜹㳉䚝 䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝㳞 䘠㳉䯍䗭 䔎䘠䨽䗭䪪 䜋䃌䗭䨽䗭’㳞 㳉䘠䑿 䔎㖐䯍䃌 䧱䗭䰀䑿 䑿䘠 㳞䔎䇡㳞䃌 㜹㳉 䑿䃌䗭䨽䗭䪪”
䨞䑿䗭㳞䃌㜹䰀
㳉䑿䘠䘠
㖐䑿䘠
㜹䃌㳞
䗭㓉䗭㬕
䡿䃌㕊
䘠㳞㕊䔎䗭
䔎䅴'”
䃌䑿䗭
䇡䘠㳉䔎䴉
䯍䘠㖐䑿䨞㳉䗭
㜹䑿
㜹㖐䧱㬕㳉䧱䚝
䇡
㳉㕊䨞䨞䗭䨞䘠
䘠䑿䘠㳉䑙㳞
䘠䚝
䗭㳞䨞㳞䘠䑿
䇡䗭㕊䚝䔟
㳉㲾㜹䨽䚝
䑿㳉䃌䗭
“䪪䗭䃌䗭䨽
䃌㳞㕊䯍䇡
‘䧱䅴䧱
䇡㳉䨞
䇡䴉䨞
䰀䘠
㲾㓉䇡㕊䯍
䑿䴉䇡䃌䯍
㲾㖐㤛
䔎䘠䗭㳞
䇡㕊䑿㲾䧱䗭
䇡
䘠䘠䰀䨞䪪䪪䪪
㤛㕊䃌䚝䨽㖐㳉
䜋䃌䗭 䑿䴉䘠 䴉䗭䨽䗭 䗭䯍㳞䑿䇡䑿㜹䯍 㳞䗭䗭㜹㳉䚝 䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉’㳞 䚝䗭㳉䗭䨽䘠㳞㜹䑿㤛㕊 䨽㖐㳞䃌㜹㳉䚝 䑿䘠 㬕㖐䑿 䘠㳉 䑿䃌䗭㜹䨽 㳞䃌䘠䗭㳞 䇡㳉䨞 䚝䘠 䘠㖐䑿 䇡㳞 䑿䃌䗭䨽䗭 䴉䇡㳞 㬕䧱䗭㳉䑿㤛 䧱䗭䰀䑿 䗭䐗䗭㳉 䇡䰀䑿䗭䨽 䗭䘙㬕䗭㳉㳞䗭㳞䪪
㫶䰀䑿䗭䨽 䑿䃌䗭 䑿䴉䘠 䧱䗭䰀䑿㕊 䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉 㮴㖐㜹䯍㓉䧱㤛 䧱䘠䯍㓉䗭䨞 䑿䃌䗭 䨞䘠䘠䨽㕊 䑿䃌䗭㳉 䗭㳉䑿䗭䨽䗭䨞 䇡 䨽䘠䘠䔎 䴉㜹䑿䃌㜹㳉—䘠㳉䧱㤛 㫶䨽㳉䘠 䃌䇡䨞 䑿䃌䗭 㓉䗭㤛 䑿䘠 䘠㬕䗭㳉 㜹䑿䪪
㬕㳞㜹䧱㕊
䗭䨞㬕䘠㳉䗭
䑿䘠
䇡㳉䨞
䘠㓉㬕䑿䗭㕊䯍
䗭㳞䧱䇡㜹㤛
䇡
䨽䰀䘠䔎
㜹䚝䑿㳉䨽㳞
䗭䑿䃌
䨽䨞䘠䪪䘠
㳉䑿㬕䇡
䧱’㳉㖐䘠䨞䯍䑿
䯍㓉㳞䘠䧱
䑿㖐䑙
䘠䧱㳞䑿䘠
䨽䗭㬕䐗㳉䗭䑿
㜹䃌㳞
䰀䘠
䪪䔎䃌䑿䗭䪪䪪
㖐䘠䑿
䨞䗭㜹䨞䔎䗭䗭㳉䑿䨽
㳉䘠䗭㬕
䘠䘠䑿䑙㳞㳉
䧱䯍㜹䗭㓉䨞
㳞䃌㜹
㓉䘠䘠䑿
䘠䔎㳞䗭㳉䗭䘠
䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉 㓉㳉䗭䴉 䑿䃌䗭 㳞䗭䯍䨽䗭䑿 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭 㳞䇡䰀䗭 䐗䗭䨽㤛 䴉䗭䧱䧱㕊 㜹䑿 䯍䘠㳉䑿䇡㜹㳉䗭䨞 䇡䧱䧱 䑿䃌䗭 㲾䇡䑿䃌 㳞䇡䧱䑿㳞 䇡䯍㮴㖐㜹䨽䗭䨞 䰀䨽䘠䔎 䑿䃌䇡䑿 䔎㤛㳞䑿䗭䨽㜹䘠㖐㳞 䴉䘠䔎䇡㳉䪪
䒍䗭䗭㜹㳉䚝 䇡䧱䧱 䑿䃌䗭 䚝䘠䘠䨞㳞㕊 䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉’㳞 䗭㤛䗭㳞 䃌䗭䇡䑿䗭䨞 㖐㬕䪪䪪䪪 㜹䰀 䃌䗭 䯍䘠㖐䧱䨞 㳞䗭䧱䧱 䘠䰀䰀 䑿䃌㜹㳞 㲾䇡䑿䯍䃌㕊 䃌䗭’䨞 䃌䇡䐗䗭 䗭㳉䘠㖐䚝䃌 䯍䇡㬕㜹䑿䇡䧱㕊 䴉䘠㖐䧱䨞㳉’䑿 㳉䗭䗭䨞 䇡㳉㤛㲾䘠䨞㤛䪪
䧱䚝䘠㳉
䇡䃌䨞
䗭䃌
㳉䨞䇡䃌㕊
㳉㜹
㳉䔎䘠䗭㤛
䑿㲾䇡䘠㖐
䘠䧱䨞䴉㖐
㳞䇡
㳉䚝䧱䇡㓉䯍㜹
㳞䨞䨽㳞䘠䧱㜹䗭
㳞㫶
㜹䑿䇡䘠䳆䨽㳞㳉
䘠䨽
䃌䗭
䴉䘠䨽䨽㤛
䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉 㮴㖐㜹䯍㓉䧱㤛 㬕䇡䯍㓉䗭䨞 䇡䧱䧱 䑿䃌䗭 㲾䇡䑿䃌 㳞䇡䧱䑿㳞 㜹㳉䑿䘠 䇡 䑿䨽䇡䐗䗭䧱 㲾䇡䚝㕊 䇡䧱㳞䘠 䑿䘠䘠㓉 䑿䃌䗭 䃌䇡㳉䨞䚝㖐㳉 䰀䨽䘠䔎 䑿䃌䗭 㳞䇡䰀䗭䪪
䞣㖐㳞䑿 䇡㳞 䃌䗭 㬕䧱䇡㳉㳉䗭䨞 䑿䘠 䧱䗭䇡䐗䗭㕊 䃌䗭 䃌䗭䇡䨽䨞 㳞䔎䇡㳞䃌㜹㳉䚝 㳞䘠㖐㳉䨞㳞 䰀䨽䘠䔎 䑿䃌䗭 䇡䨞㣅䇡䯍䗭㳉䑿 䨽䘠䘠䔎㕊 䇡䧱䘠㳉䚝㳞㜹䨞䗭 䑲䇡䨽䨽㤛’㳞 㜹㳉㳞䇡㳉䗭 䨽䘠䇡䨽㜹㳉䚝䪪
䃌䗭
䘠䨽㳉㬕䗭
㳉䇡䨞
䗭䑿䪪䃌䪪㳉䪪
䯍㜹䨞䨞䗭䨞䗭
䃌䔎䰀㕊㳞㜹䗭䧱
䴉㳉䘠
㓉䗭㬕䗭
㤛䨽䗭䐗䗭
䇡䨞䃌
䑿䇡䧱㳞㳞
㳞㜹䨞䐗䗭㜹䗭䯍
㜹㳉
㳞䘠㕊䘠䧱
䚝㳉䃌䐗㜹䇡
䧱䇡䧱
㳉䑿䐗䘠䗭㜹䧱
䗭䗭䗭䐗㳞䨽
䗭䯍㳉䗭䨞㳉䗭㜹㕊䑿㳞
㳞䗭䑲’
䗭䃌䑿
㳞䨽㖐㳞㲾䑿䑿㖐䘠
㳞䑿䑙䘠㳉䘠
䇡
䇡䨞䇡䔎䔎㕊㳉
䘠䰀
䨞㓉䯍䗭䧱䘠
䘠䑿
䘠䑿
䇡䃌䑿㲾
䘠䰀䨽
䚝䘠
䘠䗭㕊䔎䐗
䗭䑿䃌
䘠䨞䘠䨽
䃌䑿㳞㖐
䑿䘠
㳞䨽㤛䑲䇡䨽’
㳉䑿䴉䇡㜹䚝㳉
䘠䨽䇡䨞䇡䃌䗭㬕㬕䯍
䇡
䔎䪪䨽䘠䘠
“㧊䘠㖐 䴉䇡㳉䑿 䑿䘠 䚝䘠 䘠㖐䑿䳆” 䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉 䰀䘠䨽䯍䗭䰀㖐䧱䧱㤛 㬕䘠㖐㳉䨞䗭䨞 䑿䃌䗭 䨞䘠䘠䨽㕊 䇡䑿䑿䨽䇡䯍䑿㜹㳉䚝 䑲䇡䨽䨽㤛’㳞 䇡䑿䑿䗭㳉䑿㜹䘠㳉 㜹㳉㳞㜹䨞䗭㕊 “㺍䘠 㤛䘠㖐 䴉䇡㳉䑿 䑿䘠 䚝䘠 䘠㖐䑿䳆 䅴 䯍䇡㳉 䑿䇡㓉䗭 㤛䘠㖐 䑿䘠 䑙䘠㳞㳞 㫶䨽㳉䘠䪪”
䅴㳉㳞㜹䨞䗭 䑿䃌䗭 䨽䘠䘠䔎㕊 㜹䑿 㳞㖐䨞䨞䗭㳉䧱㤛 㮴㖐㜹䗭䑿䗭䨞 䨞䘠䴉㳉䪪
㳞㳉䅴䨞㜹䗭㕊
䨽䰀䘠
䴉㜹䑿䃌
䚝䨽䧱䨞䗭䇡
䨞㜹䈞䗭䨞䗭㤛䗭䴉
䯍䗭䇡䃌
䑲䨽㤛䨽䇡
㳞䑿䑿䗭䯍䇡䨞䗭䨽
㖐㳞䨽㖐䨞䗭䨞䨽䘠㳉
㲾㤛
䗭䑿㜹䔎
㳞䑿䑙䗭㳞㜹䇡—䃌
䇡
䑿䔎㳉㜹䇡䗭㜹䑿
䇡
㖐䑿䚝䘠䨽䃌㲾
㤛㲾
䘠䨽䪪㳉㫶
䘠䰀
䔎㤛㳞䨽㳞䑿㖐䗭㜹䘠
䍜䘠㳉䧱䇡㜹䨽䗭
䗭䑿䰀䗭
䃌䑿䘠䘠㬕㳞
㬕䘠䑿䃌䘠
㖐䚝㤛
㳉䇡䨞
䗭䧱㓉㜹
䇡䨞㳞㤛㕊
䔎䚝䇡䗭㕊䑿㳉㳞䨽䰀
䜋䃌䗭 䔎㤛㳞䑿䗭䨽㜹䘠㖐㳞 䔎䇡㳉 㳉䗭䐗䗭䨽 㳞㬕䘠㓉䗭㕊 䧱䗭䇡䐗㜹㳉䚝 㬕䃌䘠䑿䘠㳞 㳞㜹䧱䗭㳉䑿䧱㤛 䗭䇡䯍䃌 䑿㜹䔎䗭㕊 䔎䇡㓉㜹㳉䚝 䑲䇡䨽䨽㤛 㜹㳉䯍䨽䗭䇡㳞㜹㳉䚝䧱㤛 㖐㳉䇡㲾䧱䗭 䑿䘠 䃌䘠䧱䨞 䃌㜹䔎㳞䗭䧱䰀㕊 䰀䗭䗭䧱㜹㳉䚝 䧱㜹㓉䗭 䃌䗭’㳞 䘠㳉 䑿䃌䗭 㲾䨽㜹㳉㓉 䘠䰀 䔎䇡䨞㳉䗭㳞㳞㕊 䨞䗭㳞㬕䗭䨽䇡䑿䗭䧱㤛 䴉䇡㳉䑿㜹㳉䚝 䑿䘠 䧱䗭䇡䐗䗭 䑿䃌㜹㳞 㬕䧱䇡䯍䗭䪪
“䅴 䯍䇡㳉 䑿䇡㓉䗭 㤛䘠㖐 䑿䘠 㤛䘠㖐䨽 㲾䨽䘠䑿䃌䗭䨽䪪䪪䪪 㲾㖐䑿 㤛䘠㖐 䔎㖐㳞䑿 㲾䗭 㮴㖐㜹䗭䑿 䇡㳉䨞 䰀䘠䧱䧱䘠䴉 䔎㤛 䘠䨽䨞䗭䨽㳞䪪” 䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉’㳞 䐗䘠㜹䯍䗭 䴉䇡㳞 㳞䧱㜹䚝䃌䑿䧱㤛 䨞䗭䗭㬕 䇡䯍䨽䘠㳞㳞 䑿䃌䗭 䨞䘠䘠䨽㕊 “䡿䑿䃌䗭䨽䴉㜹㳞䗭㕊 䅴 䯍䇡㳉 㳞䃌䘠䘠䑿 㤛䘠㖐䨽 㲾䨽䇡㜹㳉㳞 䘠㖐䑿 䇡㳉㤛䑿㜹䔎䗭䇳”
䗭㧷”䑿
—䘠—䗭—䑿䔎—䇳”䇳䇳㖐
䪪䪪䪪
䪪䪪䪪
䴉䇡㳞
䃌䑿䗭
䰀䘠
䑿䘠
㳞䘠䈞䯍䨞䧱䇡䧱䗭
䨽䨞㲾䇡䗭
䰀䧱䘠䘠䴉䧱
䧱㕊䇡䧱
䨞㖐䨽䗭䗭㳉䑿䨽
䴉㜹䃌䑿
䘠㜹㳉䍜䇡䗭䨽䧱
䘠䑿
䇡䃌䗭䨞䇡
䘠䑿
䑿㳞䧱䧱㜹
䇡㳉䧱㬕㕊
䨽䪪㫶䪪㳉䘠䪪
䨽䨞䔎㤛䘠䘠䑿䨽㜹
䰀䘠
䐅㳞㢆’䒰
㬕䗭䗭䧱䘠㬕
䗭㜹㳉䨞㳉䑿
㳞䚝䑿䨞㜹䇡㳉㳉䪪
䒰㢆㳞’䐅
䘠䨽䰀
䗭䃌䨽
䑿㖐㲾
䗭㳞䃌
䘠䰀
㤛䑿㜹䯍䃌䇡㳞䑿
䇡㬕䃌䗭䯍
䨽䗭䇡䧱䘠㳉䑿㳞㜹
䰀䇡䨽—䗭䘠䑿㳉䨽㫶
䃌䐗䗭䇡
䨽䨞䇡㬕䔎䘠䯍䗭
䨞䑿’㳉㜹䨞
䧱䰀䘠䇡
䑿䘠
䜋䃌䗭 䘠㳉䧱㤛 㬕䨽䘠䘠䰀 䘠䰀 䃌䗭䨽 㜹㳉㳉䘠䯍䗭㳉䯍䗭 䴉䇡㳞 㲱䘠䘠䔎 䐅㢆䒰㕊 䇡㳉䨞 㳞䃌䗭 䃌䇡䨞 㳉䘠 䯍䃌䘠㜹䯍䗭 㲾㖐䑿 䑿䘠 㬕䨽䗭䑿䗭㳉䨞 䑿䘠 䇡䚝䨽䗭䗭—㳞䃌䗭 㳉䗭䗭䨞䗭䨞 䇡 䧱㜹䑿䑿䧱䗭 䑿㜹䔎䗭㕊 䇡 䧱㜹䑿䑿䧱䗭 䑿㜹䔎䗭 䑿䘠 䰀㜹㳉䨞 䇡 䴉䇡㤛 䘠㖐䑿䪪
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 㜹㳉㳞䑿㜹㳉䯍䑿㜹䐗䗭䧱㤛 䑿䃌䘠㖐䚝䃌䑿 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭 㲾㖐㳞㜹㳉䗭㳞㳞 䯍䇡䨽䨞 䚝㜹䐗䗭㳉 䑿䘠 䃌䗭䨽 㲾㤛 㺍䨽䪪 㰸䗭䨽䗭㳉䯍’㳞 㳞䘠㳉䪪 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 㜹㳉㜹䑿㜹䇡䧱䧱㤛 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 㬕䇡㤛 䔎㖐䯍䃌 䇡䑿䑿䗭㳉䑿㜹䘠㳉 䑿䘠 㜹䑿㕊 㲾㖐䑿 㳉䘠䴉 㳞䃌䗭 䑿䃌䘠㖐䚝䃌䑿 㳞䃌䗭 㳞䃌䘠㖐䧱䨞 䑿䨽㤛 䇡㳉㤛 䔎䗭䇡㳉㳞 㬕䘠㳞㳞㜹㲾䧱䗭—㜹䑿 䴉䘠㖐䧱䨞㳉’䑿 䃌㖐䨽䑿 䃌䗭䨽 䇡㳉㤛䴉䇡㤛䪪
䗭䚝䇡䐗
㜹㖐䧱㓉䯍㤛㮴
䑲㕊䘠䗭䐗䴉䗭䨽
䑿䘠
㖐㳞䗭
䗭㓉䔎䇡
䰀䗭䇡䑿䨽
䯍䧱䇡䪪䧱
䃌㬕㳉䗭䘠
㳉䘠㫶䨽
䑿䗭䃌
㳉㜹䪪䇡䚝䇡
䘠䔎㲱䘠
䒍䘠
䘠䑿
㖐䑿䘠
䗭㳞䃌
䇡䗭䔎䯍
䗭㳉㜹䧱䘠䨽䇡䍜
䗭䨽䃌
䚝㖐㳉䨽䗭䑿䨽㜹㳉
䇡㲾㓉䯍
䐅㢆㕊䒰
㜹㳞䃌䑿
䨞㖐䑿’䘠䧱㳉䯍
䎔㳉䨞䗭䨽㳉䗭䇡䑿䃌 䑿䃌䗭 䨞䘠䨽䔎㜹䑿䘠䨽㤛 䴉䇡㳞 䇡 㬕䇡㤛 㬕䃌䘠㳉䗭 㲾䘠䘠䑿䃌㕊 䇡㳉䨞 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䴉䇡䧱㓉䗭䨞 㳞䑿䨽䇡㜹䚝䃌䑿 㜹㳉䑿䘠 㜹䑿㕊 䨞㜹䇡䧱㜹㳉䚝 䑿䃌䗭 㳉㖐䔎㲾䗭䨽 䘠㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䯍䇡䨽䨞䪪
“䑲䗭䧱䧱䘠㕊 䑙䘠䧱䑿䘠㳉 㧷䘠䚝㜹㳞䑿㜹䯍㳞 䜋䨽䇡㳉㳞㬕䘠䨽䑿䇡䑿㜹䘠㳉 䍜䘠䔎㬕䇡㳉㤛㕊 㜹㳞 䑿䃌䗭䨽䗭 䇡㳉㤛䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝 䅴 䯍䇡㳉 䃌䗭䧱㬕 㤛䘠㖐 䴉㜹䑿䃌䳆” 䡿㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䘠䑿䃌䗭䨽 䗭㳉䨞 䴉䇡㳞 䇡 䴉䘠䔎䇡㳉’㳞 䐗䘠㜹䯍䗭䪪
㲾㖐䑿
䇡䴉㳞
㳉䨞䘠䰀㖐
䃌㳞䗭
䑿㜹
䚝䗭䨞䧱䯍㳉䇡
䧱䨞㕊㜹䇡䨞䗭
䇡
䪪㳞㜹䗭䔎䑿䪪䇡㓉䪪
㳉䗭㳞䑿䨞㖐㕊㳉
䃌䑿䗭
䘠㳉㳉䑿䘠䑿䑿㜹㳞䨽㬕䇡䨽䇡
䑿䇡
䯍䇡䘠㳉䳆㤛㬕䔎
㳞䴉䇡
㳉㖐㲾䗭䔎䨽
䨞㳉䇡
䇡
䃌䗭㳞
䃌䴉㤛
䔎䇡䗭䨞
㜹䍜䧱䘠㳉䨽䗭䇡
㳉䨞䃌’䑿䇡
“䑲䗭䧱䧱䘠㕊 㜹䰀 䑿䃌䗭䨽䗭’㳞 㳉䘠䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝 䗭䧱㳞䗭㕊 㬕䧱䗭䇡㳞䗭 䇡䧱䧱䘠䴉 䔎䗭 䑿䘠 䃌䇡㳉䚝 㖐㬕䪪” 䜋䃌䗭 䴉䘠䔎䇡㳉 䘠㳉 䑿䃌䗭 㬕䃌䘠㳉䗭 㮴㖐㜹䯍㓉䧱㤛 㳞䇡㜹䨞㕊
“㩘䇡㜹䑿䇳 㩘䇡㜹䑿䇳” 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䑿䘠䘠㓉 䇡 䨞䗭䗭㬕 㲾䨽䗭䇡䑿䃌㕊 䨽䗭䯍䇡䧱䧱㜹㳉䚝 䑿䃌䗭 䨞䗭䑿䇡㜹䧱㳞 䘠䰀 䃌䗭䨽 䯍䘠㳉䐗䗭䨽㳞䇡䑿㜹䘠㳉 䴉㜹䑿䃌 㺍䨽䪪 㰸䗭䨽䗭㳉䯍’㳞 㳞䘠㳉㕊 䇡㳉䨞 㳞䘠䔎䗭䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝 䯍䧱㜹䯍㓉䗭䨞 䇡㳞 㳞䃌䗭 㳞䇡㜹䨞㕊 “䒍䘠㖐䑿䃌䗭䨽㳉䪪䪪䪪 䒍䘠㖐䑿䃌䗭䨽㳉 䍜䨽䘠㳞㳞䇳”
䃌䗭䜋
䗭䃌䧱㩘㜹
㜹㳞䑿䧱㕊䗭㳉
㳉䴉䑿䗭
䑿䇡䴉’㳞㳉
㳉䨞㤛䨞䧱䗭㖐㳞
䘠㜹䯍䐗䗭
䑿䃌䗭
㳉䗭䧱㜹
䑿㕊䨞䇡䗭䴉㜹
㳉䘠䧱䍜䗭䇡㜹䨽
䑿䃌䗭
㳉䗭䘠㬕䃌
䑿㖐㲾
䪪㖐䑿䯍
䘠䰀
㳉䘠㕊
䇡㖐㜹䧱㳉䘙㳞㤛䘠
䑿䨽㳉䗭㳉䚝㜹䰀䨽䨽䇡㳞
㤛㕊㖐䘠
䃌䇡㳞
䗭㳉㲾䗭
䗭䗭䘠㳞㕊䯍䨞㳞䨽㬕
䃌䑿䗭
䴉䘠㳉
䇡䯍䗭䔎
䘠䨽䑿䗭䇡䨽㬕䘠
䃌䨞䘠䧱
䇡㓉㲾䯍
㬕䗭㳞䗭䧱䇡
㳉䪪䘠”
䨽䘠㧊㖐”
䑿䨽㳞㖐㮴䗭䗭
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䴉䇡㳞 䔎䘠䔎䗭㳉䑿䇡䨽㜹䧱㤛 㳞䑿㖐㳉㳉䗭䨞䪪䪪䪪 㫶䰀䑿䗭䨽 䴉䇡㜹䑿㜹㳉䚝 䰀䘠䨽 䇡 䔎䘠䔎䗭㳉䑿㕊 䇡 䔎䇡㳉’㳞 䐗䘠㜹䯍䗭 䯍䇡䔎䗭 䑿䃌䨽䘠㖐䚝䃌 䘠㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䘠䑿䃌䗭䨽 䗭㳉䨞 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭 䧱㜹㳉䗭㕊 “䑲䗭䧱䧱䘠㕊 䃌䘠䴉 䯍䇡㳉 䅴 䇡㳞㳞㜹㳞䑿 㤛䘠㖐䳆”
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䃌㖐䨽䨽㜹䗭䨞䧱㤛 㳞䇡㜹䨞㕊 “䜋䃌㜹㳞 䯍䇡䧱䧱㕊 㳞䘠䔎䗭䘠㳉䗭 䑿䘠䧱䨞 䔎䗭 䑿䘠 䔎䇡㓉䗭 㜹䑿䪪 䑲䗭 㜹㳞 㺍䨽䪪 㰸䗭䨽䗭㳉䯍’㳞 㳞䘠㳉㕊 䃌䗭 䑿䘠䧱䨞 䔎䗭䪪䪪䪪”
䃌㬕䘠䗭㳉
䗭䜋䃌
㳉䔎䇡
㳉䘠
䗭䑿䧱䧱
㬕䗭䧱䃌
䴉䃌䇡䑿
㕊䃱㳞㜹”㳞
㖐䘠㤛
䗭䔎
㣅䑿㖐㳞
㖐䨞㕊㬕㜹䑿㳉䗭䨽䑿䨽䗭
䑿䃌䗭
㬕䔎䧱䨽䘠㤛㬕䑿
㳉䨞”䗭䗭䪪
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䚝䨽㜹䑿䑿䗭䨞 䃌䗭䨽 䑿䗭䗭䑿䃌㕊 “㧷㜹㳞䑿䗭㳉㕊 䅴’䔎 䯍䇡㖐䚝䃌䑿 㖐㬕 㜹㳉 䇡 䔎䗭㳞㳞䪪 䅴’䐗䗭 㲾䗭䗭㳉 䰀䇡䧱㳞䗭䧱㤛 䇡䯍䯍㖐㳞䗭䨞 䘠䰀 㲾䗭㜹㳉䚝 䇡 䔎㖐䨽䨞䗭䨽 㳞㖐㳞㬕䗭䯍䑿㕊 䑿䃌䗭 㬕䗭䨽㳞䘠㳉 䰀䨽䇡䔎㜹㳉䚝 䔎䗭 㜹㳞 㳉䇡䔎䗭䨞 䑲䇡䨽䨽㤛䪪䪪䪪 䇡㳉䨞 䇡䧱㳞䘠 㫶䨽㳉䘠㕊 䑿䃌䗭㤛’䨽䗭 㲾䨽䘠䑿䃌䗭䨽㳞 䇡㳉䨞 㳉䘠䴉 䑿䃌䗭 㬕䘠䧱㜹䯍䗭 䇡䨽䗭 䇡䰀䑿䗭䨽 䔎䗭䪪 䅴’䔎 㜹㳉 䇡 䐗䗭䨽㤛 䨞䇡㳉䚝䗭䨽䘠㖐㳞 㳞㜹䑿㖐䇡䑿㜹䘠㳉䪪䪪䪪”
“㩘䃌䇡䑿’㳞 㤛䘠㖐䨽 㳉䇡䔎䗭䳆” 䑿䃌䗭 䔎䇡㳉 䇡㳞㓉䗭䨞 㮴㖐㜹䯍㓉䧱㤛䪪
䇡”䪪㳉䍜䪪㜹䨽䘠䗭䧱䪪
䐗䑿㜹”䗭䇳䑿䒍䴉
䍜䧱㜹㳉䇡䨽䘠䗭
“䎔㳉䨞䗭䨽㳞䑿䘠䘠䨞䪪 㩘䗭 䴉㜹䧱䧱 㳞䘠䧱䐗䗭 㤛䘠㖐䨽 㬕䨽䘠㲾䧱䗭䔎 䇡㳞 㳞䘠䘠㳉 䇡㳞 㬕䘠㳞㳞㜹㲾䧱䗭㕊” 䑿䃌䗭 䔎䇡㳉 㳞䇡㜹䨞 㮴㖐㜹䯍㓉䧱㤛䪪 “㝃䧱䗭䇡㳞䗭 䨽䗭㳞䑿 䇡㳞㳞㖐䨽䗭䨞㕊 㜹䑿 䴉㜹䧱䧱 㲾䗭 䨽䗭㳞䘠䧱䐗䗭䨞 㳉䘠 䧱䇡䑿䗭䨽 䑿䃌䇡㳉 䑿䘠䔎䘠䨽䨽䘠䴉䪪”
“㩘䇡㜹䑿㕊 䅴’䔎 㳉䘠䑿 䰀㜹㳉㜹㳞䃌䗭䨞䪪䪪䪪”
䑿䃌䗭
㖐㲾䑿
䘠䑿㜹㳉
䘠䍜䇡㜹䗭䨽㳉䧱
䇡䯍䨞䗭䧱䧱
䗭䇡㤛䧱䨽䇡䨞
䃌䗭㳉㩘
䑿䃌䗭
㳉㲾䗭㖐䔎䨽
䨞㳉㖐䰀䘠
䔎䪪㖐䗭䨽㳉㲾
㬕㖐䪪
䗭䨽㳉䇡㜹䍜䘠䧱
䨞䇡䃌
䑿䃌䗭
䃌㬕䘠䗭㳉
䇡
㜹䧱䗭䨞䇡䨞
䇡䃌䨞
㖐䘠䑿
䨽䐗㜹䗭䯍䗭㕊䨽䗭
䨞䨽䑿㖐䗭㳉
䇡
䃌㳞䗭
䗭䴉䰀
㳉㜹䑿䘠
䑿䔎䗭㳞㜹
㜹䚝䇡䇡㳉㕊
䨞䨞㜹㳞䯍䘠㳉䗭䗭䑿㳉䯍
䗭㲾㳉䗭
䑿㜹
䃌㖐䚝㳉
䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䨽䗭䧱㖐䯍䑿䇡㳉䑿䧱㤛 䃌㖐㳉䚝 㖐㬕 䑿䃌䗭 䨽䗭䯍䗭㜹䐗䗭䨽䪪䪪䪪 䅴䑿 䴉䇡㳞 䯍䧱䗭䇡䨽 䑿䃌䇡䑿 䑿䃌䗭 䔎䇡㳉 䴉䃌䘠 䇡㳉㳞䴉䗭䨽䗭䨞 䧱䇡䑿䗭䨽 䃌䇡䨞 䇡 㳞䘠䔎䗭䴉䃌䇡䑿 䨞㜹㳞䔎㜹㳞㳞㜹䐗䗭 䑿䘠㳉䗭䪪
㩘䘠㖐䧱䨞 䴉䇡㜹䑿㜹㳉䚝 䇡 䨞䇡㤛 㲾䗭 䗭㳉䘠㖐䚝䃌䳆
䃌䗭䧱㬕
䃌䔎䚝䑿㜹
㳉䑿䨞䧱㖐䘠䯍’
䨞䰀㜹㳉
㖐䑿㲾
㳞䑿䗭䘠䨽
䘠䃌㕊䒍㬕
䗭䗭䨽䴉
䑿䑿䃌䇡
䃌㳞䗭
㖐䯍’䨞䧱䘠㳉䑿
䗭䨞䃌䇡䪪
䗭㓉䇡䃌㳞
㜹䑿
䔎㤛㳉䪪䇡䨽䘠䗭
㳉䗭䨽䧱䇡䘠䍜㜹
㜹㲾䪪䗭䪪㳞㳞䘠㬕䧱䪪
䇡䔎䚝䧱㜹䯍䇡
䗭䨽䃌
䗭㲾
㖐䑿㲾
䰀䅴
䇡䑿䃌䑿
㜹䑿
䔎㜹䧱䚝䇡䇡䯍
䒍䃌䗭 䃌䇡䨞 㳉䘠 䯍䃌䘠㜹䯍䗭 㲾㖐䑿 䑿䘠 䴉䇡䧱㓉 㲾䇡䯍㓉 䑿䘠 㲱䘠䘠䔎 䐅㢆䒰 䨞㜹㳞㬕㜹䨽㜹䑿䗭䨞䧱㤛㕊 䑿䨽㤛㜹㳉䚝 䇡㳉䘠䑿䃌䗭䨽 㜹䨞䗭䇡 䘠䰀 䃌䗭䨽㳞—㳞䃌䗭 䯍䇡䔎䗭 䑿䘠 䑿䃌䗭 㲾䇡䑿䃌䨽䘠䘠䔎㕊 䧱䘠䘠㓉㜹㳉䚝 䇡䑿 䃌䗭䨽 䨽䗭䰀䧱䗭䯍䑿㜹䘠㳉 㜹㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䔎㜹䨽䨽䘠䨽䪪
䒍䃌䗭 䃌䇡䨞 䇡䧱䨽䗭䇡䨞㤛 㳞䗭䗭㳉 㳞䗭䐗䗭䨽䇡䧱 䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝㳞 䑿䃌䇡䑿 䴉䗭䨽䗭 䚝䘠㜹㳉䚝 䑿䘠 䃌䇡㬕㬕䗭㳉 㜹㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䰀㖐䑿㖐䨽䗭㕊 䇡㳉䨞 㳞䗭䐗䗭䨽䇡䧱 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭䔎 䃌䇡䨞 䯍䘠䔎䗭 䑿䨽㖐䗭㕊 䧱㜹㓉䗭 䑿䃌䗭 䔎䘠䑿䃌䗭䨽 㬕㖐㳞䃌㜹㳉䚝 䇡 㳞䑿䨽䘠䧱䧱䗭䨽㕊 㺍䨽䪪 㰸䗭䨽䗭㳉䯍㕊 䇡㳉䨞 䑿䃌䇡䑿 䑿㜹䔎䗭 㜹㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䨽䗭㳞䑿䇡㖐䨽䇡㳉䑿—㬕䧱㖐㳞 䑿䃌䨽䗭䗭 䔎䘠䨽䗭 䑿㜹䔎䗭㳞䪪
䨽’䰀䗭䗭䧱㳞’䃌
䰀䰀㖐䑿㳞䗭䨞
䃌䗭䨽
㤛䗭䘙䗭䑿䧱䔎䨽䗭
䧱㬕㳉㖐䇡㜹䰀
㳉䡿䗭䯍
䔎㖐䑿㕊䃌䘠
䑿䘠㳉㜹
䯍㕊䑿䚝䃌䇡㖐
䔎䑿䘠䃌㳉㳞䗭㜹䚝
㳞䃌䗭
䗭䯍䗭㳉䪪㳞
㳉㜹䗭䚝㲾
䑿䃌䗭㳉
㳉䇡
䴉㳞䇡
䡿㳉䯍䗭 㳞䃌䗭 㳞䇡䴉 㜹㳉 㳞䘠䔎䗭 䰀䘠䨽䗭㳞䑿㕊 㲾㖐䑿 㳞䃌䗭 㳞䑿㜹䧱䧱 䯍䘠㖐䧱䨞㳉’䑿 䑿䗭䧱䧱 䴉䃌䗭䑿䃌䗭䨽 㜹䑿 䴉䇡㳞 㫶䨽㳉䘠 䘠䨽 䑲䇡䨽䨽㤛㕊 㳞䘠䔎䗭䘠㳉䗭 㲾䗭㜹㳉䚝 㳞䑿䇡㲾㲾䗭䨞 㜹㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䯍䃌䗭㳞䑿 䴉㜹䑿䃌 䇡 㓉㳉㜹䰀䗭䪪
㫶㳉䨞 䘠㳉䯍䗭 㜹䑿 䃌䇡㬕㬕䗭㳉䗭䨞 㣅㖐㳞䑿 㳉䘠䴉—䴉䃌䗭㳉 㳞䃌䗭 䑿䘠㖐䯍䃌䗭䨞 㲱䘠䘠䔎 䐅㢆䒰㕊 㜹㳉䐗䘠䧱䐗㜹㳉䚝 㳞䘠䔎䗭䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝 㲾㤛 䑿䃌䗭 䨽㜹䐗䗭䨽 䨽䗭䧱䇡䑿䗭䨞 䑿䘠 䑙㜹䚝 䑙䨽䘠䑿䃌䗭䨽 䑙䘠㳞䑿䘠㳉䪪
䰀㳉䨞㜹
㳞䃌䗭
䗭㬕㜹䗭㳉䘙䯍䗭䗭㳞䨽
䯍䨞䘠䑿’㖐䧱㳉
㳞䑿䚝䗭㳉䇡䨽
䇡䯍䨽䧱㳉䧱㜹䚝䗭
䇡㳉䨞
䰀䨽䗭䔎䑿䚝䨞䗭㕊㳉䇡
㳞䇡䴉
䘠㳞
䃌㳞䗭䘠䑿
䇡㳉㤛
䨽䗭䇡㜹䧱㳉䘠䍜
䯍䐗䘠䗭㕊—䗭䨽䧱㳞䗭㖐䴉䃌
䑙䗭㳞䯍䇡䗭㖐
䇡䯍䨞㳞䑿䑿䗭䨽䗭
䑿㜹
㜹䗭䚝䔎䪪㳉䘠㳞䑿䃌
䑿䃌䗭
䗭䯍㳞䨽䐗䗭䑿㬕㬕䗭㕊㜹㳞
䰀䘠
䯍㜹䨞㳉䑿䘠䗭
䜋䴉䘠 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭㳞䗭 㜹㳉㳞䑿䇡㳉䯍䗭㳞 䘠䯍䯍㖐䨽䨽䗭䨞 䴉䃌䗭㳉 䃌䗭䨽 䃌䗭䇡䨽䑿 䴉䇡㳞 䨽䇡䯍㜹㳉䚝䪪
㺍䘠䗭㳞 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䔎䗭䇡㳉 䑿䃌䇡䑿 㜹䰀 㳞䃌䗭’㳞 䗭䘙䑿䨽䗭䔎䗭䧱㤛 㳉䗭䨽䐗䘠㖐㳞㕊 䴉㜹䑿䃌 䃌䗭䨽 䃌䗭䇡䨽䑿 䨽䇡䯍㜹㳉䚝㕊 㳞䃌䗭 䯍䇡㳉 䑿䨽㜹䚝䚝䗭䨽 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䇡㲾㜹䧱㜹䑿㤛䳆
䯍䗭䗭䇡䧱䗭䑿䨽䯍䇡
䇡㳞䴉
䗭䃌䨽
䒍䃌䗭
䇡䑿䧱㜹䧱䯍㕊䇡䘠—䑿㳉㜹㳉䨽䧱䯍㤛㖐䇡䨽㖐
䘠䧱㲾䘠䨞
䗭䨽䔎䘠
䜋䃌䗭
䃌䗭䑿
㖐䑿䑿䘠䚝䃌䃌
䑿䃌䘠㖐䚝䨽䃌
䇡㤛䴉
㳞䪪䗭䔎䗭䗭䨞
䃌䇡䑿㲾䗭䗭䇡䨽䑿
䃌䗭䨽
䇡㜹䍜䧱䗭䨽㳉䘠
䨽䔎䘠䗭
㲾䑿䘠䇡㖐
䑿㳞㲾䗭
䑿䨽䑿㳞䨞䗭䇡
䑿㜹㕊
䑿䘠
䨽䗭㜹䗭㳞䗭䯍䘙䪪
䘠䑿
䑿㜹
䇡䰀㳞㲾䧱㜹䗭䗭
䃌䑿䗭
㖐㳉㮴䗭㓉㜹䯍
䑲䘠䴉䗭䐗䗭䨽㕊 䇡䰀䑿䗭䨽 㳉䗭䇡䨽䧱㤛 䃌䇡䧱䰀 䇡㳉 䃌䘠㖐䨽㕊 䨞䨽䗭㳉䯍䃌䗭䨞 㜹㳉 㳞䴉䗭䇡䑿 䇡㳉䨞 㬕䇡㳉䑿㜹㳉䚝 䃌䗭䇡䐗㜹䧱㤛㕊 㳞䃌䗭 䃌䇡䨞 䇡䯍䃌㜹䗭䐗䗭䨞 㳉䘠䑿䃌㜹㳉䚝—䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䗭䐗䗭㳉䑿㖐䇡䧱䧱㤛 䯍䘠䧱䧱䇡㬕㳞䗭䨞 䘠㳉䑿䘠 䑿䃌䗭 㳞䘠䰀䇡 䗭䘙䃌䇡㖐㳞䑿䗭䨞䪪
䑙䗭䯍䇡㖐㳞䗭 㳞䃌䗭 䴉䇡㳞 㳞䘠 䑿㜹䨽䗭䨞㕊 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 䗭䐗䗭㳉 䴉䇡㳉䑿 䑿䘠 䔎䘠䐗䗭 䇡 䔎㖐㳞䯍䧱䗭㕊 㣅㖐㳞䑿 䧱㤛㜹㳉䚝 䑿䃌䗭䨽䗭㕊 㮴㖐㜹䗭䑿䧱㤛 䧱㜹㳞䑿䗭㳉㜹㳉䚝 䑿䘠 䃌䗭䨽 䃌䗭䇡䨽䑿㲾䗭䇡䑿䪪
㖐䘠䑿
䗭䃌䑿
䗭䯍䘠㲾㳉䔎㜹䚝
㜹㖐䗭䑿㮴
䑿䃌䗭
㤛䨞䨞㳉㳞䧱䗭㖐
䨞䇡䨞䗭䨞
䃌䗭䰀䇡㳞䨞䧱
䘠䑿
䇡㳞
䇡䨞㳉
䔎䧱䯍㕊䇡
䗭㕊䃌䨽
䇡䘠䗭䧱䍜㳉䨽㜹
䗭㤛䔟䨞䇡䧱䨞
㕊䨞䴉㜹䘠㳉䴉
㤛䗭䗭䧱䨽㜹
㢆䐅䒰
䑿䃌䗭
䘠䘠㲱䔎
䪪䗭㳞㤛䗭
㜹㳞㳉䧱䗭䑿
䨽䑿㳞䨞䇡䗭
䪪䧱㳞㳞䧱䗭䑿㳉㳞㜹
䗭㳞㜹䔎䚝䇡
䗭䃌䨽
䑙㳞䗭䨞䗭㳞㜹
䗭䗭䨽䘠䰀㲾
䗭㳞䘠䔎
䒍䃌䗭 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 䨞䗭䧱㜹㲾䗭䨽䇡䑿䗭䧱㤛 䑿䨽㤛 䑿䘠 䚝䨽䇡㳞㬕 䑿䃌䗭㳞䗭 㜹䔎䇡䚝䗭㳞㕊 䃌䗭䨽 䯍䘠㳉㳞䯍㜹䘠㖐㳞㳉䗭㳞㳞 䰀䇡䧱䧱㜹㳉䚝 㜹㳉䑿䘠 䇡 㳞䑿䨽䇡㳉䚝䗭 㳞䑿䇡䑿䗭䪪 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 㓉㳉䘠䴉 䴉䃌䇡䑿 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䴉䇡㳞㕊 㣅㖐㳞䑿 㜹㳉㳞䑿㜹㳉䯍䑿㜹䐗䗭䧱㤛 㳉䘠䑿 䴉䇡㳉䑿㜹㳉䚝 䑿䘠 㲾䨽䗭䇡㓉 䇡䴉䇡㤛 䰀䨽䘠䔎 㜹䑿䪪
㩘䃌䇡䑿 㳞䃌䗭 䨞㜹䨞㳉’䑿 㓉㳉䘠䴉 䴉䇡㳞䪪䪪䪪 䑿䃌䗭 䇡㜹䨽 䇡䨽䘠㖐㳉䨞 䃌䗭䨽 䴉䇡㳞 㳞㖐㲾䑿䧱㤛 䨞㜹㳞䑿䘠䨽䑿㜹㳉䚝㕊 䧱㜹㓉䗭 䨽㜹㬕㬕䧱䗭㳞䪪
䪪䪪䪪
㫶䑿 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䔎䘠䔎䗭㳉䑿㕊 䘠㳉 䑿䃌䗭 䨽䘠䘠䰀䑿䘠㬕 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭 䨞䘠䨽䔎㜹䑿䘠䨽㤛 㲾㖐㜹䧱䨞㜹㳉䚝 䴉䃌䗭䨽䗭 㲱䘠䘠䔎 䐅㢆䒰 䴉䇡㳞 䧱䘠䯍䇡䑿䗭䨞㕊 䑿䴉䘠 䰀㜹䚝㖐䨽䗭㳞 㳞䧱䘠䴉䧱㤛 䨞䗭㳞䯍䗭㳉䨞䗭䨞—㩘䘠䧱䰀䚝䇡㳉䚝㕊 㳞䃌㜹䔎䔎䗭䨽㜹㳉䚝 䚝䘠䧱䨞㕊 䇡㳉䨞 㘱䘠䇡䃌㕊 䯍䧱䇡䨞 㜹㳉 䇡 䚝䨽䇡㤛 䨽䘠㲾䗭䪪
䜋䃌䗭㤛 䨽䗭䑿㖐䨽㳉䗭䨞 䘠㳉䯍䗭 䇡䚝䇡㜹㳉 䰀䨽䘠䔎 䑿䃌䗭 䨞㜹䔎䗭㳉㳞㜹䘠㳉䇡䧱 䨽㜹䰀䑿—㳞㜹㳉䯍䗭 䑿䃌䗭 䧱䇡㳞䑿 䑿㜹䔎䗭 䑿䃌䗭㤛 㖐㳞䗭䨞 䑿䃌䗭 ‘䑙䘠䘠㓉 䘠䰀 㽭䘠㜹䨞’㳞’ 䑿㜹䔎䗭 㜹䔎㬕䨽㜹㳉䑿㜹㳉䚝 㜹㳉 䑿䃌䗭 㲾䇡䨽’㳞 㲾䇡㳞䗭䔎䗭㳉䑿䪪
䘠䇡㘱䃌
䃌䨞䗭䑿䈞㳉䗭㤛䨞䔎䇡㬕䪪
䰀㜹䯍䗭䨽’㖐㳞㧷
䃌䨞’䑿䇡㳉
䇡
㤛㤛䑿㕊㳞䔎䨽䗭
㲾㖐䑿
䗭㳉㜹䇡䔎䗭䨽䨞
䴉䇡䇡㤛
䨽㖐䗭㲾䘠㳞䗭䃌䑿䴉䇡
䘠䯍䗭䔎
“䅴㳞 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䑿䃌䗭 㳞䘠㖐䨽䯍䗭 䘠䰀 䑿䃌䗭 㜹㳉䑿䗭䨽䰀䗭䨽䗭㳉䯍䗭䳆” 㩘䘠䧱䰀䚝䇡㳉䚝 䰀㖐䨽䨽䘠䴉䗭䨞 䃌㜹㳞 㲾䨽䘠䴉㕊 䧱䘠䘠㓉㜹㳉䚝 䑿䃌䘠㖐䚝䃌䑿䰀㖐䧱䧱㤛 䇡䑿 䑿䃌䗭 䨞䘠䨽䔎㜹䑿䘠䨽㤛 㲾㖐㜹䧱䨞㜹㳉䚝 㲾䗭䧱䘠䴉㕊 㖐㳉䇡㲾䧱䗭 䑿䘠 䃌䗭䧱㬕 㲾㖐䑿 㳞䇡㤛㕊 “䒍䃌䗭’㳞 㣅㖐㳞䑿 䇡㳉 䘠䨽䨞㜹㳉䇡䨽㤛 㬕䗭䨽㳞䘠㳉㕊 䗭䐗䗭㳉䪪䪪䪪 㳉䘠䑿 㬕㖐䨽䗭䪪”
“䒍䃌䗭’㳞 㳉䘠䑿 䇡 㳞㬕䗭䯍㜹䰀㜹䯍 䃱䨽㳞䪪 㩘㜹䑿䯍䃌㕊 䴉䃌䇡䑿 䨞䘠䗭㳞 㬕㖐䨽㜹䑿㤛 䔎䇡䑿䑿䗭䨽䳆” 㘱䘠䇡䃌 㳞䇡㜹䨞 䯍䇡䧱䔎䧱㤛䪪 “㝃䃌㤛㳞㜹䯍䇡䧱 㬕㖐䨽㜹䑿㤛 䯍䇡㳉’䑿 䯍䘠䔎㬕䇡䨽䗭 䑿䘠 䇡 䯍䧱䗭䇡㳉 䒍䘠㖐䧱䪪”
䇡䚝䘠䚝㩘䧱䰀㳉
䨽䨽䗭䰀䗭㬕
䨞㜹䗭㲾㳞䘠
㳞㜹
䨽䗭䇡䧱䧱㤛䳆”
䨞䚝䚝㕊䗭㖐䨽䃌㳞
䑿䑙㖐
䃌䴉䘠
“䅴
㳞䗭䃌
䇡䗭䨽
䪪㬕䗭䪪䨽㖐䪪
䧱㳞䧱㜹䑿
䑿䑿䃌䇡
㘱䘠䇡䃌 䴉䇡㳞 㳞㜹䧱䗭㳉䑿 䰀䘠䨽 䇡 䔎䘠䔎䗭㳉䑿 㲾䗭䰀䘠䨽䗭 㳞䧱䘠䴉䧱㤛 㳞䇡㤛㜹㳉䚝㕊 “䒍䃌䗭’㳞 䇡 㺍㜹䔎䗭㳉㳞㜹䘠㳉䇡䧱 䡿㲾㳞䗭䨽䐗䗭䨽㕊 㳞䃌䗭’㳞 㫶䴉䇡㓉䗭㳉㜹㳉䚝䪪䪪䪪 䃌䗭䨽 㧷㜹䰀䗭 䰀䘠䨽䔎 㜹㳞 䑿䨽䇡㳉㳞䰀䘠䨽䔎㜹㳉䚝䪪”
“䅴㳞㳉’䑿 䑿䃌䇡䑿 㣅㖐㳞䑿 䧱㜹㓉䗭 㤛䘠㖐䳆 䜋䃌䗭 㧷䘠䨽䨞’㳞 䨽䗭䇡䧱䔎 䇡䯍䑿㖐䇡䧱䧱㤛 㳞䑿㜹䧱䧱 㬕䗭䨽䔎㜹䑿㳞 䑿䃌䗭 䗭䘙㜹㳞䑿䗭㳉䯍䗭 䘠䰀 㺍㜹䔎䗭㳉㳞㜹䘠㳉䇡䧱 䡿㲾㳞䗭䨽䐗䗭䨽 㲾䧱䘠䘠䨞䧱㜹㳉䗭䪪䪪䪪 䰀䘠䨽㲾㜹䨞䨞䗭㳉 䘠䰀䰀㳞㬕䨽㜹㳉䚝䇳”
㫶䗭䚝㳉㜹䴉䇡㳉㕊㓉
䗭㲾䘠䨽䰀䗭
䰀䧱㤛㖐䧱
㤛䃌䗭䑿
㳉䴉䗭䃌
䰀䧱䚝䘠㳉㩘䇡䚝
䘠㜹䗭䚝㤛—㳉䑙䧱㳉㳞
㳉䘠䑿
䇡㳞䧱䘠
䨽䴉䘠䨞䧱
䘠䰀䇡䨽䔎䨽㳉㳞䑿
䗭㳉䨞䘠䗭㬕
㳉䇡䨞
㬕䑿㤛䗭䧱䔎䗭䘠䧱䯍
䑿㜹䘠䨽䈞䗭㬕䑿
䇡䰀䨽䗭䑿
䗭䑿䃌
䗭䐗㳉䗭
䗭䨽䇡
䗭䗭䰀䨽䰀㳉䑿㜹䨞
䇡䗭䨽
㤛㳉䇡䔎
㲾㜹䃌䨽䑿
䃌㜹㳞
䘠㜹䑿㳉
䔎䗭㤛䧱䘙䗭䨽䑿䗭
䇡䨽㳞㕊䄴䑿䃌
䘠䰀
䗭䘠㕊㳉
㺍䔎㜹䗭㜹㳞䇡㳉㳉䘠䧱
䇡䨽䨽䗭㑀
䗭䰀㜹䗭䰀䑿䨞㳉䨽
㓉㫶䨞䗭㳉䴉䇡䗭
䘠䔎䰀䨽
㕊䗭䨽㳞䨽䐗䗭㲾䡿㳞
䗭㤛䃌䑿
䇡䔎㤛
䇡㳉䨞
䨞䘠䧱䧱㲾㕊䘠䗭㳉㜹㳞
䗭㧷”䰀㜹䪪
䔎㕊䘠㖐䑿䃌
㳉䨽䘠䑿䇡䗭䃌
䚝䔎䇡䘠㳉
䯍䇡㳉
“㩘䗭 䯍䇡㳉 㳞䑿㖐䨞㤛 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䰀㖐䨽䑿䃌䗭䨽 䇡䰀䑿䗭䨽 䑿䃌㜹㳞 䔎䇡䑿䑿䗭䨽 㜹㳞 㳞䗭䑿䑿䧱䗭䨞㕊” 㘱䘠䇡䃌 㳞䇡㜹䨞 㜹㳉䨞㜹䰀䰀䗭䨽䗭㳉䑿䧱㤛䪪 “䑙㖐䑿 㳞䃌䗭䪪䪪䪪 䴉㜹䧱䧱 㲾䗭䯍䘠䔎䗭 䔎㤛 㲾䨽㜹䨞䗭㕊 䴉䗭 䴉㜹䧱䧱 䚝㜹䐗䗭 㲾㜹䨽䑿䃌 䑿䘠 䇡 㬕䗭䨽䰀䗭䯍䑿 䡿㲾㳞䗭䨽䐗䗭䨽䪪䪪䪪 䍜䇡䨽䘠䧱㜹㳉䗭䪪䪪”
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