Chapter 857: Chapter 101: mainland of Lies (4)
The sky suddenly roared, and for no reason, a lightning bolt flashed across the night sky.
The winding and twisting lightning had no trace, but it had an endpoint — and the endpoint was the statue on Mount Christ.
It spread its arms, slightly lowering its head, looking at the people from above, seemingly to convey a message: God loves the world.
However, the lightning came next to It, striking It — in fact, as early as 14 years ago, there had been an incident of this statue being struck by lightning, and the statue was damaged and repaired later.
So, being hit by lightning again isn’t incredible — at least, at this time of night, there were no tourists around, at least avoiding casualties.
Yet the nearby area suddenly had a gale, followed by the roaring sound of lightning strikes, which instantly woke up the caretaker from his dream. He hurriedly put on his shoes and ran forward. If any part of the statue was damaged by lightning, he needed to notify someone to rush for repairs as soon as possible.
There was still some distance before reaching the statue. Although the caretaker rushed over at the first moment, he still didn’t manage to arrive at the first scene. Therefore, he indeed missed something.
At that moment, in front of the statue, right at the center of those outstretched arms, the lightning from the sky suddenly gathered, forming a ball of flickering electric light.
In the ball, it seemed something was brewing… several beams of light were expanding inside the ball — suddenly, the lightning ball burst like a bubble, and the light brewing in the center had expanded into a person-tall sphere of light, slowly descending beneath the large statue’s pedestal.
A total of three figures, human-like, with blonde hair. Two of them wore silver armor, holding long spears, with wings on their backs. The leader, however, was in plain clothes and straw shoes, yet spotless, with skin as white as snow, as beautiful as a woman, and eyes that shone like stars.
Moreover, It had three extraordinarily beautiful pairs of white wings.
“Why e to the Lord’s present world in such a hurry?” one of the silver-armored figures suddenly spoke.
The plain-clothed, straw-shoed one calmly said, “This is Father’s will. He hopes that we can bring the sinner Noah back. If successful, there is another place to go, to do something.”
“Noah… is he here?” Another silver-armored figure suddenly exclaimed.
“I don’t know either, only that Father suddenly gave me divine guidance, informing me of this matter and told me the coordinates of this place…”
But just at this moment.
“Heaven… Angel!?”
Behind them, the caretaker who rushed over was so terrified that he dropped his phone to the ground — the plain-clothed, straw-shoed, incredibly beautiful six-winged angel’s legs left the ground, slowly floating towards the caretaker.
“My God… am I seeing things?”
The caretaker felt his worldview crumbling rapidly, until this six-winged angel arrived — floating right before his eyes.
He felt the gentle warmth emanating from the other’s glow, a sense of solemnity, and an unprecedented reverence rose in his heart as he dumbfoundedly asked, “Who… are you?”
“Gabriel.”
Saying that, it slowly placed its hand on the caretaker’s forehead, and in just a moment, the caretaker fainted in shock.
It… Gabriel withdrew its hand, then pointed at its own forehead, and then flicked two beams of light towards the foreheads of the two silver-armored angels.
“We have not walked the human world for a long time. Over these years, the world has changed rapidly, pollution is severe… quickly acquaint yourselves with this memory for easier action.” Gabriel said calmly.
“Right now, there are so many unpleasant smells for us… there is a scent of Hell here.” One of the silver-armored angels suddenly frowned.
“It’s the Devil…” Gabriel’s gaze turned to a certain place, passing through layers of obstacles, his vision almost sweeping across the large city below Mount Christ, “Ignore these devils for now, the primary focus is to capture Noah.”
So they quickly folded their wings and armor, using a wondrous power to transform into clothes fitting the current trends… it’s just that their figures were too perfect, their appearance seemed sculpted, like international models walking on a runway.
…
…
Some old cars were parked at the side gate of the university campus, closer to the entrance of the dormitory area. On the car, Boston looked at Harry, whose body was trembling non-stop.
He certainly knew that Harry’s tremble wasn’t due to fear — quite the opposite, Harry’s demeanor was because his anger was hard to restrain… a freak with a strong violent streak hidden within.
Boston sneered coldly, quietly holding a hidden gun in one hand while placing a knife on Harry’s leg with the other, then sneered by Harry’s ear, “Go… the guy who’s always treated you as a stand-in, controlling you, blackmailing you, treating you like a puppet, he’s right in there.”
Harry slowly moved his gaze, staring at Boston, his eyes bloodshot as if he hadn’t slept for days, suddenly raising the knife.
At this moment, Boston felt a bit nervous, the hand holding the gun was already sweating. However, Harry pushed the car door open without a word and stepped out, which gave Boston a slight relief.
To be honest, he was somewhat intimidated by Harry’s terrifying gaze… but Boston quickly regained posure. He swiftly grabbed the car key and followed.
Ideally, these two brothers would kill each other… Boston’s thought was simple, to have Harry kill Arno — someone else doing the job, taking the blame, and avoiding the police, and afterward, the sky’s the limit, why not?
Of course, he still followed because he wasn’t sure if Harry could manage it. If not, he’d have to do it himself.
…
Arno returned a little late because after the memorial service, a mentor from the academy sought him out to discuss numerous matters. Being an excellent graduate, the mentor was keen on providing Arno with all kinds of assistance.
Arno did not seem impatient and discussed various future developments with the mentor detailedly before thanking and leaving.
When he returned to the male dormitory building, the dormitory manager, acting casual, brushed past Arno and secretly handed him a note.
While going up the stairs, Arno glanced at it, reading two simple lines: The woman in room 403 went out twice, the second time making a call from a phone booth.
Arno squinted, then quickly tore the note into pieces, casually throwing them into the staircase trash bin — at room 403’s door, Arno paused for a few seconds, put on a smile, and opened the door to enter.
He heard water running, ing from the bathroom.
Arno looked and then walked a circle around the dorm, went to the table, took the phone he had given Caroline, quickly dismantled it, checked that the tracker was still inside, then swiftly reassembled the phone, sat down, and turned on the TV.
At this moment, Caroline came out from the bathroom after rinsing, wearing just a small tank top and shorts, her hair still damp — suddenly seeing Arno appear, Caroline was a bit startled, “When did you e back?”
Arno smiled slightly and said, “Just now. I saw you were in there, so I didn’t call out to you… Hmm, usually you don’t shower so early.”
Caroline shrugged, took out a bottle of beer from the fridge and drank it, casually saying, “I just did some exercise out of boredom, felt unfortable sweating a lot… How is it, nothing happened at the hall meeting, right?”
“What…could happen?” Arno still smiled, looking at Caroline?
Caroline nodded, leaning against the fridge door, not approaching, “Hmm, it’s good if nothing special happened… By the way, do you want something to eat? I’ll make you something?”
“I ate on the way back.” Arno shook his head.
Caroline nodded again… She suddenly remembered 403’s words, and secretly bit her lip before approaching Arno.
She came in front of Arno, casually placed the beer bottle on the table, and gently stroked his cheek with her finger.
The little moves between men and women can easily convey what they intend to do next. Arno said nothing, just closed his eyes, feeling the sensation from Caroline’s fingertips.
He had no opinions about what would happen next — if furthering their relationship made Caroline more willing to reveal hidden secrets, he didn’t mind spending a night with Caroline.
Of course, violence could directly threaten her. However, to Arno, such means are just too crude — persistent questioning might obtain desired answers, but could also fall victim to deceit.
Because you never know if someone who fears and hates you will actually tell you the truth — dragging someone to death with them at the last moment is more of a grudgeful act.
“Has anyone ever told you, you’re actually very charming.” Arno slowly opened his eyes, placing his palm on Caroline’s hand, rubbing her fingers.
Caroline naturally embraced Arno’s head, her fingers threading through his hair, gently kneading, “There are some things unfinished from last time…”
“Is that so…” Arno squinted his eyes, his face pressed against Caroline’s belly… He could probably guess what’s unfinished, knowing Harry’s peculiar habit — the fact that Harry felt for Caroline wasn’t particularly strange.
They began gently entwining, Caroline pushed Arno onto the sofa. As Arno reached to unbutton Caroline’s clothes, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, lightly nibbling, “Let me do it.”
It was a very enticing scene.
“Your heartbeat is so fast.” Arno chuckled softly.
Caroline smiled slightly, began to lean down, her left hand slipped from his waist into Arno’s clothes, moving toward his chest, while her other hand reached into the gap in the sofa.
She whispered in Arno’s ear, “You seem so tired, enjoy yourself…”
Arno sighed contentedly, feeling her fingers rhythmically touch his skin, giving an indescribable pleasure — yet suddenly, a stinging pain made Arno’s eyes widen in terror.
There was shock mingled with disbelief!
Acpanied by intense convulsions, Arno instantly passed out… Caroline then sat up, patted Arno’s face, found him motionless, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She glanced at the stun gun she discreetly retrieved from the sofa gap, listened to the crackling electricity, shivered abruptly and quickly turned off the stun gun, stuffing it into her ample cleavage… The stun gun that 403 gave her was actually just the right size.
After electrocuting Arno into unconsciousness, Caroline stood up, wiped her face, parted her hair a bit… She didn’t act according to 403’s instructions, stunning Arno was just impulsive, without expecting it to succeed suddenly.
Thinking about when Arno might wake up, Caroline shuddered again, hurriedly grabbed a bag and stuffed it with some things she deemed useful.
“What a joke! I’m not playing with you lunatics anymore!” Caroline cursed while packing.
“Who have I offended? I haven’t had any peace since that day! Big Boss Neymar’s death has nothing to do with me! Why are they targeting me? Killing Livia is one thing, why blame me… I’ve had enough! Damn it!!”
In her agitation, Caroline turned around, kicked and punched the unconscious Arno for a while. After venting, she took a deep breath and began checking Arno’s clothes.
Of course, she easily found Arno’s wallet, slapped him once more, then opened the wallet: “Consider this some interest payback!”
Now penniless, there wasn’t much in Arno’s wallet, but at least enough for a train ticket — Caroline had already decided to leave this place tonight.
Who knows when that lunatic Harry might swap back with Arno?
Who knows if 403 can protect her?
Who knows when that scene from ‘prevision’ might occur… Caroline decided not to play this dangerous game anymore… Being a fugitive is better than death.
“I’m going to…” Caroline abruptly stopped her explosive murmuring, having seen something in Arno’s wallet — the huge-value bank card she’d lost!
After all the twists and turns, the card eventually returned to her hand — Caroline’s eyes lit up instantly, she pressed the card to her lips, kissing it heavily.
“You’re still the best!”
…
Outside the window, two Transcendents quietly watched this unfold — until Caroline kissed the bank card, Wolfgang couldn’t help but frown.
“Heavens, why does such a vulgar woman possess the Dimensional Observer’s bloodline… I feel malice from the world’s will…” But Wolfgang quickly realized his mistake about the other party, then looked at Noah beside him, saying, “Oh… I mean, malice against you.”
“The creator’s work is inherently imperfect.”
Noah responded in a calm and indifferent voice, “Even us. You see her foolish, greedy, ignorant… It’s like seeing your former self. Because always seeing things you dislike on her, like a moment of yourself, you feel repulsion, don’t you… Like hating a foolish self in certain times, so impatiently.”
Wolfgang shrugged, “Humans, huh… Right, since this is your bride elect, shouldn’t you take her away now?”
Noah shook his head saying, “The Observer’s awakening is delicate, any external interference could lead to a failure… So, we just need to quietly wait, let her proceed on the established path. Destiny… will guide her.”
“What if she fails?” Wolfgang held a different opinion: “How do you know external force means certain failure and not encouragement?”
“Unless we also possess power equal to destiny.”
䮀
䮀䱻㶒
䥱㙃㰯
䶘䮀䘞
䶘䮀㕤㰯—䆕䮀䥱㙃
䀲䪁
㻦䥱㶒䥱
䐄䱻䮀
䥱㱤䪁䥱䌫䶘䆕䆕䮀㶒
㶒䮀㰯
㶒㫏䀲㹤䆕䀲䵌䱻㫏
蘆
䢋㻦䥱䥱䱻㶒
䵌䱻䀲䱻䘞䢋䆕㶒
䢋䱻
櫓
䶘䥱䫝㒀䥱
䱻㰯㙃䥱
䮀
䥱㹤䀲䱻㨈䥱䵌
䆕䀲䮀
䥄㙃䶘㱤
䵌㱤䀲㻦䱻㹤䵌
䢋㙃㿣䢋
䨧䢋䆕䱻
櫓
䶘䥱䱻㱤㶒㶒㹤䫝
䀲䶘㰯
老
虜
爐
盧
魯
䫝䀲䌫
擄
䐄䥱䶘㙃䢋䵌䱻㰯䀲
䀲㰯䶘
盧
䪁䥱䮀䌫㒀
㶒䱻䮀䢋䆕䘕㱤
䥱㹤䥱䫝㶒䆕䀲䵌
“㯲䫝 䯜䢋㶒㒀 㕤䢋䶘䶘㒀 䫝䢋㱤 䪁䀲䱻䮀㹤㹤䫝 䘞䢋㿣䥱 㱤㻦䘕”
䉲㰯䥱 䳠䢋䀲䌫䥱 䨧䆕䱻䢋 㰯䥱䮀䆕㶒 䌫䮀䐄䥱 䪁䆕䢋䐄 㙃㰯䥱 㶒䢋䆕䐄䀲㙃䢋䆕䫝 䐄䮀䱻䮀䵌䥱䆕㒀 㙃㰯䥱 䵌㱤䫝 䘞㰯䢋 䶘䥱䌫䆕䥱㙃㹤䫝 䘞䢋䆕㿣䥱㶒 䪁䢋䆕 㰯䀲䐄䘕
䭛
㙃㶒’䀲䱻㶒
㻦㻦㶒䱻䮀䥱㰯䥱
㙃䢋
㰯䉲䥱
㙃䪁䆕䮀䥱
䪁䢋”䶘䘕䮀
䪁䢋䱻㱤㶒
䢋㙃
䮀䱻䥱䐄䮀䆕䵌
㙃䥱㰯
䢋䶘
䌫䶘䀲㶒䥱㕤䆕㶒䥱
䐄䢋䢋䆕
㰯㙃䥱
㮖䥱䱻
㱤㕤㙃
㱤䫝䢋㒀
㕨䫝䀲㱤䌫㿣㹤
䢋䫝㱤
䮀㰯㙃㙃
䀲䱻
䥱䶘䌫䶘䢋䱻䶘㱤䶘䢋䱻䘕䌫䀲
䘞䮀㙃㰯
䀲䱻䥱㙃䪁䮀㶒
䥱䀲䥱㶒㶒䌫㶒
“䭛
㹤䶘㙃䢋
䮀
䌫㒀䌫㿣㰯䥱
䥱䶘䥱
㶒䱻䮀
䫝㰯䆕㱤䆕㒀
䪁㹤㙃䥱
䐄䌫䥱䢋
㙃䢋
䢋䱻
䮀䘞䶘
䘕㯲䶘
䱻䢋䨧䆕
䨧䆕䱻䢋 䀲䱻䶘㙃䀲䱻䌫㙃䀲䳠䥱㹤䫝 㙃䢋㱤䌫㰯䥱㶒 㰯䀲䶘 䱻䥱䌫㿣䘕 㨈䆕䢋䐄 㙃㰯䥱 䪁䆕䮀䵌䐄䥱䱻㙃䥱㶒 䐄䥱䐄䢋䆕䀲䥱䶘 㕤䥱䪁䢋䆕䥱 㰯䥱 䪁䮀䀲䱻㙃䥱㶒㒀 㰯䥱 䌫䢋㱤㹤㶒 㶒䥱㙃䥱䆕䐄䀲䱻䥱 㙃㰯䮀㙃 㰯䥱 㹤䢋䶘㙃 䌫䢋䱻䶘䌫䀲䢋㱤䶘䱻䥱䶘䶘 㶒㱤䥱 㙃䢋 䮀䱻 䥱㹤䥱䌫㙃䆕䀲䌫 䶘㰯䢋䌫㿣䘕䘕䘕 䨧䆕䱻䢋 㹤䢋䢋㿣䥱㶒 䮀䆕䢋㱤䱻㶒 㙃㰯䥱 䆕䢋䢋䐄䘕
㵛㱤㶒㶒䥱䱻㹤䫝㒀 㰯䥱 䆕䥱䐄䥱䐄㕤䥱䆕䥱㶒 䶘䢋䐄䥱㙃㰯䀲䱻䵌㒀 䶘䥱䮀䆕䌫㰯䥱㶒 㰯䀲䶘 㕤䢋㶒䫝㒀 䮀䱻㶒 䪁䀲䱻䮀㹤㹤䫝 䪁䢋㱤䱻㶒 㰯䀲䶘 䘞䮀㹤㹤䥱㙃 㱤䱻㶒䥱䆕 㙃㰯䥱 䶘䢋䪁䮀—㰯䀲䶘 䐄䢋䱻䥱䫝 䘞䮀䶘 䵌䢋䱻䥱㒀 䮀䱻㶒 䮀䱻䢋㙃㰯䥱䆕 䐄䢋䆕䥱 䀲䐄㻦䢋䆕㙃䮀䱻㙃 䀲㙃䥱䐄 䘞䮀䶘 䮀㹤䶘䢋 䌫㹤䥱䮀䆕㹤䫝 䐄䀲䶘䶘䀲䱻䵌䘕
㶒䱻䀲’㶒㙃
“䐄䘕䢋䱻䥱䘕䘕䫝
㙃䥱㿣䮀
䶘”䶘䢋䚗㒀
㹤㕨䫝㱤㿣䀲䌫
䫝䢋䆕㱤
㻦䀲䮀㶒䘕䱻㪖㹤䥱䥱
䮀䐄䆕䱻䵌䮀䥱
㙃䥱㰯
䨧䆕䱻䢋 䶘㱤㶒㶒䥱䱻㹤䫝 㙃㰯䆕䥱䘞 㰯䀲䶘 䘞䮀㹤㹤䥱㙃 䮀䶘䀲㶒䥱㒀 䵌䆕䮀㕤㕤䥱㶒 㙃㰯䥱 䢋㙃㰯䥱䆕 㕤䫝 㙃㰯䥱 䌫䢋㹤㹤䮀䆕㒀 䮀䱻㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䥱䫝䥱䶘 䘞䀲㶒䥱 䢋㻦䥱䱻㒀 䮀㹤䐄䢋䶘㙃 㶒䥱䳠䢋㱤䆕䀲䱻䵌㒀 䶘㰯䢋㱤㙃䥱㶒㒀 “㧤㰯䥱䆕䥱 㶒䀲㶒 䶘㰯䥱 䵌䢋䏕”
“㵛㰯䥱 䘞䥱䱻㙃 㙃䢋䘞䮀䆕㶒䶘 㙃㰯䥱 䶘䢋㱤㙃㰯 䵌䮀㙃䥱㒀 䐄䮀䫝㕤䥱 㹤䥱䪁㙃䏕” 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䮀䱻䮀䵌䥱䆕 㕨㱤䀲䌫㿣㹤䫝 䆕䥱㻦㹤䀲䥱㶒䘕
䱻㹤䵌䢋
䫪䘞”䢋
䏕”䵌䮀䢋
“䨧㕤䢋㱤㙃䘕䘕䘕 䮀㕤䢋㱤㙃 䶘䥱䳠䥱䱻 䢋䆕 䥱䀲䵌㰯㙃 䐄䀲䱻㱤㙃䥱䶘䏕”
䨧䆕䱻䢋 㻦㱤䶘㰯䥱㶒 㙃㰯䥱 㻦䥱䆕䶘䢋䱻 䮀䘞䮀䫝 䮀䱻㶒 䆕㱤䶘㰯䥱㶒 䢋㱤㙃 㙃㰯䥱 㶒䢋䢋䆕㒀 䀲䵌䱻䢋䆕䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䮀䱻䮀䵌䥱䆕’䶘 䌫䮀㹤㹤䶘䘕
䘕䘕䘕
䘕䘕䘕
䉲㰯䥱 㱤䱻䀲䳠䥱䆕䶘䀲㙃䫝 䀲䶘 䮀 㻦㹤䮀䌫䥱 㕤㱤䶘㙃㹤䀲䱻䵌 䘞䀲㙃㰯 㻦䥱䢋㻦㹤䥱㒀 㕤㱤㙃 䶘䀲䐄㱤㹤㙃䮀䱻䥱䢋㱤䶘㹤䫝㒀 䀲䪁 䱻䢋 䢋䱻䥱 䀲䶘 䮀䆕䢋㱤䱻㶒㒀 䀲㙃 䌫䮀䱻 㕤䥱䌫䢋䐄䥱 䥱䥱䆕䀲㹤䫝 㶒䥱䶘䢋㹤䮀㙃䥱䘕䘕䘕 㶒䥱䶘䢋㹤䮀㙃䥱 䥱䱻䢋㱤䵌㰯 㙃䢋 䀲䱻㶒㱤䌫䥱 䮀 䶘䥱䱻䶘䥱 䢋䪁 㹤䢋䱻䥱㹤䀲䱻䥱䶘䶘䘕
㹤㻦䐄㒀䢋䥱䌫㪖
㶒䮀䵌䱻䆕
㧤䀲䱻㙃㰯䀲
㙃䢋
䮀䶘㹤䘞䮀䫝
㰯䀲䘞㙃
䱻䢋
㻦㹤䮀䥱䶘䌫
䆕䆕䮀䀲㱤䮀㙃䌫㹤㰯䥱㙃䌫
䆕䮀䮀䥱
䥱㰯䀲㶒
䀲䵌䶘㙃㹤㰯
䪁䀲㶒䱻
䥱㙃㱤䱻䆕㶒
䪁䢋䪁
䥱㙃㰯
䱻䮀䌫
䥱㙃㰯
䥱䘞䥱㰯䆕
䌫䮀䶘䶘䥱㹤䶘
䫝䢋㱤
䢋䥱䱻
䥱䮀䆕
䥱㹤䌫䶘㿣䢋—䐄䀲䥱
㹤㕤䀲䱻㱤㶒䵌䀲
䀲㰯䌫䱻㙃䥱䮀䵌
㙃䮀䥱䪁䆕
䳠䆕䢋䘕䥱
䉲㰯䥱 䶘䢋㱤㙃㰯 䵌䮀㙃䥱 䀲䶘 㙃㰯䥱 䪁䮀䶘㙃䥱䶘㙃 䥱㪖䀲㙃 㙃䢋 㹤䥱䮀䳠䥱㒀 䮀䱻㶒 㙃㰯䥱 䮀㹤䆕䥱䮀㶒䫝 㶒䥱䌫䀲㶒䥱㶒 㭦䮀䆕䢋㹤䀲䱻䥱 䘞䮀䶘 㰯㱤䆕䆕䫝䀲䱻䵌 䘞䀲㙃㰯 㰯䥱䆕 㰯䥱䮀㶒 㶒䢋䘞䱻—䶘䀲䱻䌫䥱 㙃㰯䥱 㕤䮀䱻㿣 䌫䮀䆕㶒 䘞䮀䶘 㕤䮀䌫㿣 䀲䱻 㰯䥱䆕 㰯䮀䱻㶒㒀 䶘㰯䥱 䪁䥱㹤㙃 䌫䢋䱻䪁䀲㶒䥱䱻㙃 䥱䱻䢋㱤䵌㰯 㙃䢋 䥱䳠䮀㶒䥱 䥱䳠䥱䆕䫝㙃㰯䀲䱻䵌䘕
䥳䥱䆕㰯䮀㻦䶘䘕
䶘㰯䥱
䢋㶒䱻㱤㙃’䌫㹤
䶘㰯䥱
䮀㶒䱻䱻㙃䶘䆕䥱㶒㱤
㱤䥄䶘㙃
䮀䥱㙃䘞㶒䱻
㶒䮀㕤
䱻䥱㻦㻦䵌䀲䱻䮀㰯
䮀䥱䆕㙃䪁
䫝䥱䱻䥄䶘䢋
䮀㙃㰯㙃
㙃㰯䥱
䥱㶒㶒㱤䶘㹤䱻䫝
䶘㙃䮀䥱䱻㶒䱻㱤䆕㶒
䥱䐄㙃
㹤䌫㶒㙃䢋㱤’䱻
䢋㙃
䥱䱻䢋䐄䐄㙃䘕
䮀䶘
㻦㙃䥱㿣
㰯䥱䶘
䢋䆕䥱䱻㭦䀲㰯䮀䆕㹤䥱—
䱻㻦㹤䮀䫝䀲䵌
䶘䀲㙃㹤㹤
䪁䥱㙃䮀
䮀㙃
㹤䮀䮀㹤㱤䥱㒀㰯䵌㕤
䱻㰯䵌㙃䶘䀲
㰯䫝䘞
䘞䮀㹤䶘䫝䮀
䆕䪁䢋
䶘䘞䮀
㿣㙃䆕䌫䀲䶘
䪁㙃㹤䥱
䢋䱻
䱻䢋䥱
䶘䥱䱻䢋䆕㻦
㰯䥳䮀䶘䥱㻦䆕
䢋䥱䱻
㰯䘞䫝
䥱䮀䱻㰯䢋䆕㙃㒀
㙃䀲
䥱䥱䶘
䮀䥱䶘㹤㙃
䶘㰯䥱
䯶䥱䶘㒀 䮀䪁㙃䥱䆕 㹤㱤䌫㿣䀲㹤䫝 䆕䥱䵌䮀䀲䱻䀲䱻䵌 㰯䥱䆕 䘞䥱䮀㹤㙃㰯㒀 䥄㱤䶘㙃 䘞㰯䥱䱻 䶘㰯䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䮀㕤䢋㱤㙃 㙃䢋 㹤䥱䮀䳠䥱 㙃㰯䀲䶘 㙃䆕䢋㱤㕤㹤䥱䶘䢋䐄䥱 㻦㹤䮀䌫䥱㒀 䮀㙃 㙃㰯䥱 㶒䢋䢋䆕 㹤䥱䮀㶒䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋 䮀 䱻䥱䘞 㹤䀲䪁䥱㒀 㭦䮀䆕䢋㹤䀲䱻䥱 䥱䱻䌫䢋㱤䱻㙃䥱䆕䥱㶒 㙃㰯䥱 䵌㱤䫝 䘞㰯䢋 㕤䆕䢋㱤䵌㰯㙃 䮀㹤㹤 㿣䀲䱻㶒䶘 䢋䪁 㙃䆕䢋㱤㕤㹤䥱 䮀䱻㶒 䐄䀲䶘䪁䢋䆕㙃㱤䱻䥱 㙃䢋 㰯䥱䆕䘕
䉲㰯䥱 䐄㱤䆕㶒䥱䆕䥱䆕 䢋䪁 䌺䀲䳠䀲䮀… 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝䘕
䢋㹤䥱䱻䆕䵌
䱻䢋
䀲㰯䶘㙃
㙃䢋
䀲㰯䶘㙃䶘䀲䀲䵌㱤㶒䱻
䥱䱻㕤䘞䥱㙃䥱
䐄䥱䱻㙃䐄䢋㒀
㰯䘞䀲㰯䌫
䥱㙃㰯
䥱䱻䀲㹤䢋䆕䮀㭦
㰯㕤䶘䆕䢋䥱㙃䆕㒀
䀲䱻
㹤䪁䫝㹤䀲䮀䱻
㹤㶒䥱䮀䮀䆕䫝
䥱䱻䢋
䀲䢋䱻㙃
㰯䶘䥱
㹤䮀㹤䫝䆕䌫䥱
㶒㰯䮀
䪁䢋
—䥱䮀䆕䥱㰯㕤䥱䶘䌫㱤
䶘䮀䘞
䀲䥱䱻㱤㱤䱻䶘䶘䶘䢋䱻䌫䢋䶘䌫
䆕䢋䐄䢋䘕
㱤䥱䶘䵌䶘
䌫㹤䥱䥱䢋㶒䆕䌫䥱㙃㙃㱤
䢋㱤㶒㹤䌫
䢋䪁䱻䆕㙃
䱻䀲
䳠䀲䵌䮀䱻㰯
䢋䱻䆕䨧
㙃䘞䢋
㙃䨧
㰯㙃䥱
㵸䢋 㙃䀲䐄䥱 㙃䢋 䘞䢋䱻㶒䥱䆕 䘞㰯䫝 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝 䆕䥱㙃㱤䆕䱻䥱㶒 䮀㙃 㙃㰯䀲䶘 䐄䢋䐄䥱䱻㙃㒀 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䢋䐄䥱䱻㙃 㭦䮀䆕䢋㹤䀲䱻䥱 䶘䮀䘞 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝 䮀㻦㻦䥱䮀䆕㒀 䶘㰯䥱 䵌䢋㙃 㙃㰯䥱 㱤䆕䵌䥱 㙃䢋 䆕㱤䱻—㕤䥱䌫䮀㱤䶘䥱 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝 㹤䢋䢋㿣䥱㶒 䶘䢋 䀲䱻㙃䀲䐄䀲㶒䮀㙃䀲䱻䵌 䮀㙃 㙃㰯䮀㙃 䐄䢋䐄䥱䱻㙃䘕
䫪䀲䶘 䥱䫝䥱䶘 䘞䥱䆕䥱 䪁䀲㹤㹤䥱㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䳠䀲䢋㹤䥱䱻䌫䥱㒀 㰯䀲䶘 䪁䮀䌫䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䶘䢋 㰯䀲㶒䥱䢋㱤䶘㹤䫝 䌫䢋䱻㙃䢋䆕㙃䥱㶒㒀 䮀䶘 䀲䪁 䮀 㶒䥱䳠䀲㹤 䆕䥱䶘䀲㶒䥱㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯䀲䱻 㰯䀲䶘 㕤䢋㶒䫝… 㵛㱤䌫㰯 䮀 䵌㱤䫝㒀 䶘㱤䌫㰯 䮀 㙃䥱䆕䆕䀲䪁䫝䀲䱻䵌 䵌㱤䫝… 䌺䀲䳠䀲䮀 㰯䮀㶒 㶒䀲䥱㶒 䮀㙃 㙃㰯䥱 㰯䮀䱻㶒䶘 䢋䪁 䶘㱤䌫㰯 䮀 㙃䥱䆕䆕䀲䪁䫝䀲䱻䵌 䵌㱤䫝䘕
䌫䢋䱻㶒䐄䮀㒀䐄
㰯䶘䀲
㱤䢋㙃
㰯㒀䮀䥱㶒
㰯䵌䀲㙃㒀䆕
㕨㱤䥱䶘㙃䀲䢋䱻㒀
㙃䢋
䵌䢋䀲䱻䘕䵌”
㿣㹤䀲䥱
“㹤䱻䥱䘕”䀲䆕㭦䮀䢋
䢋䮀䆕㒀䆕
䢋䘞㹤
䀲䮀㕤䥱䥱䱻㱤㹤䱻㶒
䀲㙃㙃㹤䥱㶒
䥱䆕䮀
䢋㒀䘞䶘䆕㶒
䥱㹤䪁㙃
䶘䱻䢋㱤䵌㶒䱻䀲
㧤䥱”㰯䥱䆕
䶘䢋䘞㹤㹤䫝
䪁䢋䐄䆕
䮀䫪䫝䆕䆕
䮀
䮀䱻
䫝㱤䢋
䶘㻦㙃䀲㙃䵌䀲䱻
䮀
“㵸䢋㙃㰯䀲䱻䵌㒀 䥄㱤䶘㙃 䘞䮀䱻㶒䥱䆕䀲䱻䵌 䮀䆕䢋㱤䱻㶒䘕䘕䘕 䭛’䐄 䵌䢋䀲䱻䵌 㕤䮀䌫㿣䘕” 㵸䢋㙃䀲䌫䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䮀㙃 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝’䶘 䶘㙃䮀㙃䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䶘䢋䐄䥱䘞㰯䮀㙃 䮀㕤䱻䢋䆕䐄䮀㹤㒀 㭦䮀䆕䢋㹤䀲䱻䥱 㰯䮀䶘㙃䀲㹤䫝 䶘䮀䀲㶒 䮀 㹤䀲䱻䥱㒀 㙃㰯䥱䱻 㙃㱤䆕䱻䥱㶒 䮀䆕䢋㱤䱻㶒 䮀䱻㶒 㹤䥱䪁㙃 䪁䆕䢋䐄 䀲䱻 䪁䆕䢋䱻㙃 䢋䪁 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝䘕
㵛㰯䥱 㰯䥱㹤㶒 㙃㰯䥱 㕤䮀䵌 㙃䀲䵌㰯㙃㹤䫝 䀲䱻 㰯䥱䆕 㰯䮀䱻㶒䶘㒀 䱻䢋㙃 㶒䮀䆕䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋 㹤䢋䢋㿣 㕤䮀䌫㿣㒀 䘞䮀㹤㿣䀲䱻䵌 䪁䮀䶘㙃䥱䆕 䮀䱻㶒 䪁䮀䶘㙃䥱䆕—䪁䀲䱻䮀㹤㹤䫝㒀 䶘㰯䥱 䶘㙃䮀䆕㙃䥱㶒 㙃䢋 䆕㱤䱻㒀 䆕䥱䌫㿣㹤䥱䶘䶘㹤䫝 䆕㱤䱻䱻䀲䱻䵌㒀 䥄㱤䶘㙃 䘞䮀䱻㙃䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋 䵌䥱㙃 䮀䘞䮀䫝 䪁䆕䢋䐄 㙃㰯䥱 㶒䥱䳠䀲㹤䋯㹤䀲㿣䥱 䐄䮀䱻’䶘 䶘䀲䵌㰯㙃䘕
䆕㹤䖤䱻”㭦”䖤䮀䖤䢋䀲䥱—
䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝 䆕䢋䮀䆕䥱㶒 㹤䀲㿣䥱 䮀 㕤䥱䮀䶘㙃㒀 㙃㰯䥱䱻 䌫㰯䮀䆕䵌䥱㶒 䪁䢋䆕䘞䮀䆕㶒 㹤䀲㿣䥱 䮀 䐄䮀㶒 㹤䥱䢋㻦䮀䆕㶒㒀 㶒䮀䶘㰯䥱㶒 䢋䪁䪁 䪁䮀䆕 䮀䘞䮀䫝—㙃㰯䀲䶘 䐄䮀㶒䥱 䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻㒀 㙃䆕䮀䀲㹤䀲䱻䵌 䪁䆕䢋䐄 䮀䪁䮀䆕㒀 䪁䥱䥱㹤 䪁㱤䆕䀲䢋㱤䶘䘕
“䜷䮀䐄䱻 䀲㙃㒀 㙃㰯䀲䶘 䪁䆕䥱䮀㿣䖤䖤”
䥱䥱䀲㕤㶒䶘
䱻䮀䵌㒀䥱䆕
㙃㰯䮀㙃
㙃䶘䆕䮀㰯
㹤㱤㶒䶘㰯䢋
䥱㙃㰯
㙃䢋
䶘䮀㰯䥱䌫
㰯䆕䮀㙃㙃䵌䀲䶘
㧅䢋䱻䨧䆕
䮀㰯䳠䥱
䀲䱻
䀲㕤䏕㙃䌫㰯
䫝䮀—䐄䆕䫪䀲䆕㰯
㙃䪁䥱䆕䮀
䢋䥱䵌䱻
䚗㙃䶘䱻䢋䢋㒀
䥱㿣㿣䌫䀲㶒
䘞䫝㰯
䱻䮀䌫
䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻 䶘㻦䮀㙃 䢋䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䵌䆕䢋㱤䱻㶒㒀 䥄㱤䶘㙃 䮀㕤䢋㱤㙃 㙃䢋 䵌䀲䳠䥱 䌫㰯䮀䶘䥱㒀 䘞㰯䥱䱻 䶘㱤㶒㶒䥱䱻㹤䫝 䪁䆕䢋䐄 㙃㰯䥱 䶘䀲㶒䥱 㻦䮀㙃㰯 䌫䮀䐄䥱 䮀 䳠䢋䀲䌫䥱 㰯䥱 㶒䆕䥱䮀㶒䥱㶒—䨧䆕䱻䢋䘕
䨧䆕䱻䢋 㹤䥱䮀㻦䥱㶒 䢋䳠䥱䆕 䪁䆕䢋䐄 䮀 䶘䐄䮀㹤㹤 㻦䮀㙃㰯 䪁䥱䱻䌫䥱㒀 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䶘䢋䐄䥱 㹤䥱䮀䳠䥱䶘 䶘㙃䀲㹤㹤 䢋䱻 㰯䀲䐄㒀 㰯䮀䳠䀲䱻䵌 㙃䮀㿣䥱䱻 䮀 䶘㰯䢋䆕㙃䌫㱤㙃 㙃䢋 㙃㰯䥱 䶘䢋㱤㙃㰯 䵌䮀㙃䥱 䥱㪖䀲㙃䘕
䫪䥱
㰯䥱㙃
䥱䀲㙃䥱䱻㙃䆕㻦䌫
㰯䥱㙃
㕤䥱
㙃䢋
㶒䪁䵌䀲䥱㱤䆕
㹤㱤㶒䘞䢋
䘞䱻㹤㶒㙃䢋’㱤
䀲㰯䘞㙃
䘕㰯䥱䆕
䢋䮀㒀䆕㶒
䢋㙃䢋
䮀㭦䱻䥱㹤䆕䀲䢋
䢋䫝䱻㹤
䮀䶘䳠䀲㱤䢋䆕
䮀䀲㹤䐄䪁䀲䆕䮀
䀲䐄䱻䮀
䆕䶘䀲䫝䱻䀲䳠㱤’䶘㙃䥱
㶒䱻䮀
㻦䵌䮀䶘䮀䥱䶘䶘
䶘䢋
㰯䥱
㶒䆕䥱㙃䀲
䮀㿣㙃䥱
“䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻㒀 䘞㰯䫝 䮀䆕䥱 䫝䢋㱤 㰯䥱䆕䥱䏕” 䨧䆕䱻䢋 䮀㻦㻦䆕䢋䮀䌫㰯䥱㶒㒀 䶘㙃䮀䆕䀲䱻䵌 䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻 㶒䢋䘞䱻䘕
䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻 䀲䱻䶘㙃䀲䱻䌫㙃䀲䳠䥱㹤䫝 䘞䮀䱻㙃䥱㶒 㙃䢋 㶒䆕䮀䘞 䮀 䵌㱤䱻䘕䘕䘕 䐄䮀䫝㕤䥱 㙃䮀㿣䀲䱻䵌 䨧䆕䱻䢋 䢋㱤㙃 㰯䥱䆕䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䮀 䵌䢋䢋㶒 䌫㰯䢋䀲䌫䥱䘕 䚗㱤㙃 䶘㱤䌫㰯 䮀䱻 䮀䌫㙃䀲䢋䱻 䘞䮀䶘 㙃䢋䢋 䪁䢋䢋㹤䀲䶘㰯㒀 䥱䶘㻦䥱䌫䀲䮀㹤㹤䫝 䪁䀲䆕䀲䱻䵌 䮀 䵌㱤䱻 㰯䥱䆕䥱㒀 㙃㰯䥱 䵌㱤䱻䶘㰯䢋㙃 䘞䢋㱤㹤㶒 䶘㱤䆕䥱㹤䫝 䮀㙃㙃䆕䮀䌫㙃 㙃㰯䥱 䌫䮀䐄㻦㱤䶘 䵌㱤䮀䆕㶒䶘䘕
䥱䀲䘞䱻䶘䀲㙃䶘䱻䵌
㙃㶒䢋㹤
䘕䐄㰯䀲
䫪’䶘䮀䫝䆕䆕
䶘䵌㰯䀲䥱㙃䢋䱻䐄
䌫㙃㒀䥱䱻㱤䥱䢋䱻䆕
䥱䶘㶒䀲䚗䥱㒀䶘
䘞䮀䶘
䢋’䶘䨧䱻䆕
䆕䢋䱻䨧
㱤䢋䱻㙃㙃䀲䀲䱻䀲
㭦䮀䱻䆕䥱䢋㹤䀲
䆕䐄䪁䢋
䚗䢋䢋’㙃䶘䶘䱻
䮀䱻㶒
䀲㰯䐄
䶘䢋㰯䘞䮀䐄㙃䥱
㰯䀲䵌㶒䱻䀲
䥱䮀㒀䶘㙃㙃
䪁䆕䌫䮀㙃䱻䀲
䱻㶒䮀
䀲䶘䵌䥱䥱䱻
䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻’䶘 䐄䀲䱻㶒 䶘㻦㱤䱻㒀 䀲䐄䐄䥱㶒䀲䮀㙃䥱㹤䫝 䌫䆕䥱䮀㙃䀲䱻䵌 䮀 㹤䀲䥱㒀 “㵛䢋䆕䆕䫝㒀 㕤䢋䶘䶘䖤 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝 䥱䶘䌫䮀㻦䥱㶒 䪁䆕䢋䐄 㙃㰯䥱 㰯䀲䳠䥱 䘞㰯䀲㹤䥱 䭛 䘞䥱䱻㙃 䢋㱤㙃 㙃䢋 㕤㱤䫝 䪁䢋䢋㶒䘕 䭛 䶘䮀䘞 㰯䀲䐄 㹤䢋䢋㿣䀲䱻䵌 䮀㕤䶘䢋㹤㱤㙃䥱㹤䫝 䌫䆕䮀㫏䫝㒀 䶘䮀䫝䀲䱻䵌 㰯䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䌫䢋䐄䀲䱻䵌 䪁䢋䆕 䫝䢋㱤㒀 䶘䢋 䭛 䌫㰯䮀䶘䥱㶒 䮀㹤㹤 㙃㰯䥱 䘞䮀䫝䘕”
“㧤㰯䮀㙃䏕 䯶䢋㱤 㹤䥱㙃 㰯䀲䐄 䢋㱤㙃䏕” 䨧䆕䱻䢋 䵌䆕䮀㕤㕤䥱㶒 䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻 㕤䫝 㙃㰯䥱 䌫䢋㹤㹤䮀䆕㒀 㕤䢋㙃㰯 䮀䱻䵌䆕䫝 䮀䱻㶒 䌫䢋䱻䪁㱤䶘䥱㶒㒀 “䫪䢋䘞 䌫䢋㱤㹤㶒 䫝䢋㱤䖤”
㙃㰯㙃䮀
䨧䱻㶒
䮀䥱㶒㰯
䥱㰯䆕
䶘䆕䫝…”䢋䆕
䭛
“䐄㒀’䭛
䥱㰯
㙃䥱䘞䱻
‘䭛䐄
䚗㙃”…㱤
㭦䀲䢋䖤䮀䥱䆕㹤䱻
䶘䮀䘞
㙃䶘䱻䚗䢋䢋
㙃䢋䢋䖤”
䘞䢋䐄䮀䱻䖤
䘞䮀䫝䖤
㰯䀲䶘
㙃㙃䮀㰯
䥱㿣㻦㙃
䘞䱻㶒䢋䗉
䨧䆕䱻䢋 䶘㰯䢋䳠䥱㶒 䚗䢋䶘㙃䢋䱻 䮀䶘䀲㶒䥱㒀 䶘㰯䢋㱤㙃䀲䱻䵌㒀 “䭛’㹤㹤 㶒䥱䮀㹤 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䫝䢋㱤 㹤䮀㙃䥱䆕… 䪁䢋㹤㹤䢋䘞 䐄䥱䖤”
㧤㰯䫝… 䘞㰯䫝 䌫䢋㱤㹤㶒䱻’㙃 㙃㰯䀲䱻䵌䶘 䵌䢋 䮀䶘 㻦㹤䮀䱻䱻䥱㶒䏕
㰯㧤䫝
䮀䶘
㰯㙃㙃䮀
㶒㱤䢋㹤䘞
䀲䪁
㙃䱻㰯䀲䶘䵌
㱤䌫䢋㙃㹤䱻㶒’
䢋䵌
䢋䱻䫝㹤
䢋䢋䫝㰯㹤䐄㙃䶘
㱤㙃䢋
䘞㰯…䶘䀲
䱻䢋䥱
䥱䢋䆕㶒㿣䘞
䶘䮀
㱤䘞䢋㶒㹤
㒀㻦䮀㹤䱻䥱㶒䱻
䮀䶘
䥱㶒䘞䪁䢋䆕㱤䱻㹤
䘞㰯䢋
㕤䏕䥱
䥱䱻䵌䳠䫝䀲㙃䆕䥱㰯
㔇㱤䶘㙃 㹤䀲㿣䥱 䮀 䶘䌫䆕䀲㻦㙃㒀 㰯䢋䘞 䘞䢋䱻㶒䥱䆕䪁㱤㹤䖤
㵛䢋 䪁䆕㱤䶘㙃䆕䮀㙃䀲䱻䵌㹤䫝 㕤䮀㶒㒀 㙃㰯䮀㙃 䢋䱻䥱 䘞䢋㱤㹤㶒 䘞䮀䱻㙃 㙃䢋 㶒䥱䶘㙃䆕䢋䫝 䥱䳠䥱䆕䫝㙃㰯䀲䱻䵌 䮀䱻㶒 䶘㙃䮀䆕㙃 䮀䱻䥱䘞䘕
䘕䘕䘕
䘕䘕䘕
䉲㰯䥱䫝 䘞䥱䆕䥱 㹤䀲㿣䥱 䶘㻦䥱䌫㙃䮀㙃䢋䆕䶘㒀 䫝䥱㙃 䘞䀲㙃㰯 㙃㰯䥱 䮀㕤䀲㹤䀲㙃䫝 㙃䢋 䀲䱻㙃䥱䆕䳠䥱䱻䥱 䘞㰯䥱䱻䥱䳠䥱䆕 㙃㰯䥱䫝 䘞䀲䶘㰯䥱㶒䘕
䮀㰯㙃㙃
㙃㰯䥱
㰯䀲㻦䥱䱻䱻䮀㻦䵌
䆕㰯㙃䥱䥱
䱻㶒䮀
䳠䱻䥱䥱㙃䶘
㰯䶘䵌㙃䀲䱻
㱤䶘䢋䶘䌫㙃䱻㹤䥱
㱤䆕䱻䌫䆕䢋䌫䵌䀲
䱻䥱䥱䳠
䶘㻦䮀䥱䌫䶘䘕
䮀䀲䶘䐄㹤䆕䀲
䥱䆕䮀
䶘䥄㙃㱤
䪁䆕䥱䱻㶒䥱㙃䪁䀲
䥱䱻㕤䥱
㙃㹤䌫䥱䶘䢋䱻䶘㱤
䥱䐄㙃䶘䀲
䱻䀲
䶘䐄䀲䆕䀲㹤䮀
䮀䢋䌫䆕䶘䶘
㙃’䶘䭛
䥱䮀㰯䳠
㙃䶘䀲㰯
䐄䥱㒀㙃䢋䱻䐄
䢋㶒䆕㹤䘞㒀
㙃䮀
㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌’䶘 䪁䀲䱻䵌䥱䆕䶘 䶘㹤䀲䵌㰯㙃㹤䫝 䐄䢋䳠䥱㶒㒀 䮀䶘 䀲䪁 㻦㹤䮀䫝䀲䱻䵌 䀲䱻䳠䀲䶘䀲㕤㹤䥱 㿣䥱䫝䶘 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䮀䀲䆕㒀 䌫䆕䥱䮀㙃䀲䱻䵌 䮀 䳠䀲㕤䆕䮀䱻㙃 䆕㰯䫝㙃㰯䐄 䘞䀲㙃㰯 㙃㰯䥱 䮀䀲䆕’䶘 䳠䀲㕤䆕䮀㙃䀲䢋䱻㒀 “㺞䐄䢋㙃䀲䢋䱻䶘 䌫䮀䱻 㕤䥱 㻦㱤㙃 䀲䱻㙃䢋 㙃㰯䥱 䐄㱤䶘䀲䌫… 㰯䐄䐄㒀 㙃㰯䀲䶘 㿣䀲䱻㶒 䢋䪁 䪁䆕䥱䱻㫏䫝 䌫䮀㹤㹤䥱㶒 䫪䮀䆕䆕䫝 䀲䶘 䶘䢋䐄䥱䘞㰯䮀㙃 䀲䱻㙃䥱䆕䥱䶘㙃䀲䱻䵌㒀 㙃䢋䢋 㕤䮀㶒 㰯䥱’䶘 䥄㱤䶘㙃 䢋䆕㶒䀲䱻䮀䆕䫝 㙃䢋 㙃㰯䥱 㻦䢋䀲䱻㙃 䢋䪁 㕤䥱䀲䱻䵌 㱤䱻䆕䥱䐄䮀䆕㿣䮀㕤㹤䥱… 㙃㰯䀲䶘 㻦䀲䥱䌫䥱 䌫䮀䱻’㙃 䵌䢋 䢋䱻䘕”
䉲㰯䥱 㰯䮀䱻㶒 䶘㱤㶒㶒䥱䱻㹤䫝 䶘㙃䢋㻦㻦䥱㶒㒀 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌 㙃㱤䆕䱻䥱㶒 㙃䢋 㵸䢋䮀㰯 䮀䱻㶒 䶘䮀䀲㶒㒀 “䨧䆕䥱䱻’㙃 䫝䢋㱤 䵌䢋䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋 㰯䥱㹤㻦 㙃㰯䀲䶘 䘞䢋䐄䮀䱻䏕 㵛㰯䥱 㻦䆕䢋㕤䮀㕤㹤䫝 䌫䮀䱻’㙃 䮀䳠䢋䀲㶒 㶒䮀䱻䵌䥱䆕䘕”
䥱㹤㹤䥱䳠
䪁”䭛
㹤㹤䶘㙃䀲
䀲㵛䱻䌫䥱”
㶒㹤䘞䢋䆕㒀
䪁䢋
䱻䮀㶒
䶘䶘㰯’䥱
䐄䮀㙃䱻䥱
䱻䀲
㙃䮀䌫䢋䱻䱻
䌫䪁㶒㱤㹤㙃䪁䀲䀲䫝
䢋䶘䱻㙃䥱’㶒
䢋㙃
㙃㰯䥱
䀲䱻
䢋䪁䆕
䥱㙃㰯
䨧䢋䱻䆕
䳠䢋䥱䆕㻦䶘
䥱䆕䮀㹤
㰯䥱㙃
㰯䶘䥱
䱻㙃䢋
䱻㙃䢋
䥱㰯䆕
㹤䆕䮀䥱
䥱䘞
㙃㒀䫝㰯䵌䱻䮀䱻”䀲
㙃䀲㹤䶘㹤
䱻䥱㒀㶒
䮀䐄䫝㹤䘕㹤䌫
㰯䶘㹤䢋㱤㶒
㙃㰯䘞䀲䘕”
䥱㰯㙃
䶘䀲㙃’
䮀䶘㰯
䀲䮀㶒䶘
䢋㙃䫝㱤㙃䱻䢋㻦䀲㻦䆕
䶘䮀
䀲㙃
䶘㰯䥱
㒀䀲㙃
䀲䶘㙃䵌䆕䌫䀲䱻㻦
㙃䀲㰯䶘
㪖㙃䥱䀲䶘
䶘䢋㹤’䆕䘞㶒
䱻㙃䌫䢋㱤
䥱䮀䱻䨧䱻䀲䵌䘞㿣
䥱㙃䱻䆕䪁䆕䥱䥱䀲
䢋䶘䱻䥱䀲䐄䵌㙃㰯
䢋䥱䥱䆕䳠䢋䌫䐄
䶘䀲
䆕䢋㶒㒀㹤䘞
䢋䱻䌫䶘䶘䢋䥱䀲䱻㱤䶘䌫䶘
“䣟㰯䏕” 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌 䮀䶘㿣䥱㶒 䌫㱤䆕䀲䢋㱤䶘㹤䫝㒀 “䜷䀲㶒䱻’㙃 䫝䢋㱤 䶘䮀䫝 䶘㰯䥱 䘞䢋㱤㹤㶒 㕤䥱 䫝䢋㱤䆕 㕤䆕䀲㶒䥱䏕”
㵸䢋䮀㰯 䪁㹤䀲㻦㻦䥱㶒 㰯䀲䶘 䶘㹤䥱䥱䳠䥱㒀 “䉲㰯䥱 䐄㱤㹤㙃䀲䳠䥱䆕䶘䥱 䀲䶘 㱤䱻䀲䪁䀲䥱㶒䘕䘕䘕 㺞䮀䌫㰯 䥱䱻㙃䀲㙃䫝 䀲䶘 䀲䱻㶒䥱㻦䥱䱻㶒䥱䱻㙃 䫝䥱㙃 㰯䮀䶘 䶘䢋䐄䥱 䌫䢋䱻䱻䥱䌫㙃䀲䢋䱻䘕 㵛䀲䱻䌫䥱 㙃㰯䥱 㻦䢋䘞䥱䆕 䢋䪁 㶒䀲䐄䥱䱻䶘䀲䢋䱻䮀㹤 䢋㕤䶘䥱䆕䳠䮀㙃䀲䢋䱻 䌫䮀䱻 䥱䐄䥱䆕䵌䥱 䀲䱻 㰯䥱䆕 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䮀䀲䱻 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒㒀 䀲㙃 䮀㹤䶘䢋 㰯䮀䶘 䮀 䌫㰯䮀䱻䌫䥱 㙃䢋 䥱䐄䥱䆕䵌䥱 䀲䱻 㰯䥱䆕 䀲䱻 䢋㙃㰯䥱䆕 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒䶘䘕䘕䘕 㨈䮀䀲㹤䀲䱻䵌 㰯䥱䆕䥱 㶒䢋䥱䶘 䱻䢋㙃 䐄䥱䮀䱻 䪁䮀䀲㹤㱤䆕䥱 䥱㹤䶘䥱䘞㰯䥱䆕䥱䘕 䭛 䥄㱤䶘㙃 䱻䥱䥱㶒 㙃䢋 㿣䱻䢋䘞 䀲㙃’䶘 㭦䮀䆕䢋㹤䀲䱻䥱㒀 䱻䢋㙃 㙃㰯䥱 㭦䮀䆕䢋㹤䀲䱻䥱 䢋䪁 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䮀䀲䱻 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒䘕”
㒀䌫䆕㹤㶒䥱㱤䫝
㶒䱻䮀
䘞䢋䶘䆕㒀㹤㶒
㙃䥱䆕䢋㰯
䶘䥱䮀㿣㶒
䏕”䥱㙃㰯䱻
㰯䵌䥱䶘䵌㱤㶒䆕
㻦㙃䀲㱤䫝䆕
䥱’䆕㙃㰯䥱䶘
䀲䱻
䵌䱻䮀䵌䪁㹤䢋㧤
䢋㵛”
䨧䆕䱻䢋 䵌㹤䮀䱻䌫䥱㶒 䮀㙃 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌 䀲䱻㶒䀲䪁䪁䥱䆕䥱䱻㙃㹤䫝㒀 䮀䱻㶒 䥄㱤䶘㙃 䮀䶘 㰯䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䮀㕤䢋㱤㙃 㙃䢋 䶘㻦䥱䮀㿣㒀 㰯䥱 䪁䆕䢋䘞䱻䥱㶒 䶘㹤䀲䵌㰯㙃㹤䫝䘕䘕䘕 䫪䥱 䶘㱤㶒㶒䥱䱻㹤䫝 㹤䀲䪁㙃䥱㶒 㰯䀲䶘 㰯䢋䢋㶒 䮀䱻㶒 㙃㱤䆕䱻䥱㶒 㙃䢋 㹤䢋䢋㿣 㕤䥱㰯䀲䱻㶒 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌䘕
㵸䢋㙃䀲䌫䀲䱻䵌 㵸䢋䮀㰯’䶘 䢋㶒㶒䀲㙃䫝㒀 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌 㙃㱤䆕䱻䥱㶒 䀲䱻䶘㙃䮀䱻㙃㹤䫝 䮀䶘 䘞䥱㹤㹤—㕤䥱㰯䀲䱻㶒 㙃㰯䥱䐄 䮀㻦㻦䥱䮀䆕䥱㶒㒀 䮀㙃 䶘䢋䐄䥱 㱤䱻㿣䱻䢋䘞䱻 㙃䀲䐄䥱㒀 㙃㰯䆕䥱䥱 䪁䀲䵌㱤䆕䥱䶘 䘞㰯䢋䶘䥱 㕤䢋㶒䀲䥱䶘 䘞䥱䆕䥱 㻦䥱䆕䪁䥱䌫㙃䘕
䆕㰯䀲䥱䉲
㙃䀲
䪁䮀䥱䌫䶘
䐄䀲䶘䢋㹤㕤䀲㻦䶘䥱
䥱㻦㹤䐄䀲㒀䮀䌫䌫㕤䥱
㙃䥱䶘㰯䥱
䐄䮀䀲䱻㿣䵌
㰯䀲䥱䆕㙃
䆕㰯䥱䥱㙃
㶒䥱䵌䘕䥱䱻䆕
䵌䪁䵌䮀㹤䢋㧤䱻䘕
䮀㱤䆕䮀
㙃䚗㱤
䮀
䘞䆕䥱䥱
㙃䢋
䆕䮀䱻㙃䶘䀲䮀䥱䌫
㙃䵌䌫䶘䆕䀲㶒䪁䢋䢋䐄䱻䀲
䪁䆕䐄䢋
䢋㙃
䮀㶒㙃䥱䮀䆕㶒䀲
䆕㶒䥱䥱䶘㶒䶘
䢋䶘䫝㶒䱻䫝䮀䱻䆕㹤㒀䢋㱤䵌
㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌 䪁㹤䀲䌫㿣䥱㶒 㰯䀲䶘 䵌䢋㹤㶒䥱䱻 䘞䀲䵌㒀 䶘㹤䀲䵌㰯㙃㹤䫝 䐄䢋䳠䀲䱻䵌㒀 “䉲㰯䥱 䱻䢋㙃䥱䶘 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䘞䀲䱻㶒 㰯䮀䳠䥱 㕤䥱䌫䢋䐄䥱 䆕䥱䶘㙃㹤䥱䶘䶘䘕”
“䉲㰯䥱 䶘䢋䱻䵌 䢋䪁 㶒䥱䶘䀲䆕䥱䶘㒀 㰯䢋䘞 㶒䮀䆕䥱 䀲㙃 㶒䥱䶘䥱䌫䆕䮀㙃䥱 㙃㰯䥱 䵌䢋䶘㻦䥱㹤䘕” 䉲㰯䥱 㹤䥱䮀㶒䀲䱻䵌 㕤䥱䮀㱤㙃䀲䪁㱤㹤 䪁䀲䵌㱤䆕䥱 䶘㙃䢋䢋㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯 㰯䮀䱻㶒䶘 㕤䥱㰯䀲䱻㶒㒀 䶘㰯䮀㿣䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䥱䀲䆕 㰯䥱䮀㶒 䵌䥱䱻㙃㹤䫝䘕
䫝䱻㶒䶘㹤㶒㱤䥱
㻦㙃䥱㻦㶒䮀
䫝䌫䶘䱻㙃㹤䢋䀲䵌䥱—㰯
䮀䶘㹤䵌䪁’䱻䢋㧤䵌
㙃䫝㻦䆕㹤䢋㻦䐄
䫝㕤
䵌䶘䢋㙃㒀䀲㰯䥱䱻䐄
㕤䢋䥱䆕
䶘䮀
䪁䀲
䀲㕤䶘䆕㱤䥱䘕
䪁䵌䱻䀲䆕䥱䶘
䱻䢋䘞
㙃䥱䪁㹤
䵌䐄䶘䀲䀲䱻㹤
㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌 䌫䢋㱤㹤㶒䱻’㙃 㰯䥱㹤㻦 㕤㱤㙃 䵌䮀㻦䥱 䀲䱻 䶘㱤䆕㻦䆕䀲䶘䥱㒀 㙃㱤䆕䱻䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋 㹤䢋䢋㿣 䮀㙃 㵸䢋䮀㰯㒀 䢋䱻㹤䫝 㙃䢋 䶘䥱䥱 㵸䢋䮀㰯 䘞䮀䳠䥱 㙃䢋 䶘㙃䢋㻦 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌㒀 䌫䮀㹤䐄㹤䫝 䶘䮀䫝䀲䱻䵌㒀 “㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌㒀 䪁䢋䆕 䮀 䵌䥱䱻䀲㱤䶘 㹤䀲㿣䥱 䫝䢋㱤㒀 䥱䳠䥱䱻 䫝䢋㱤 䌫䮀䱻䱻䢋㙃 䌫䆕䥱䮀㙃䥱 㙃㰯䀲䶘 䶘䢋㱤䱻㶒 㶒䥱䥱䐄䥱㶒 䮀 㰯㱤䐄䮀䱻 䵌䢋䶘㻦䥱㹤䘕 䉲㰯䥱 䵌䢋䶘㻦䥱㹤 㙃㰯䮀㙃 䥱䱻䳠䥱㹤䢋㻦䶘 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤㒀 㶒䢋䱻’㙃 㶒䀲䶘㙃㱤䆕㕤 䫝䢋㱤䆕 䱻䢋㙃䥱䶘䘕”
“䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤䘕䘕䘕” 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌’䶘 䥱㪖㻦䆕䥱䶘䶘䀲䢋䱻 䶘䘞䀲䪁㙃㹤䫝 䌫㰯䮀䱻䵌䥱㶒㒀 䀲䱻䶘㙃䮀䱻㙃㹤䫝 㹤䢋䢋㿣䀲䱻䵌 䪁䢋䆕䘞䮀䆕㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䥱㪖㙃䆕䥱䐄䥱 䶘䥱䆕䀲䢋㱤䶘䱻䥱䶘䶘㒀 “䭛㙃䘕䘕䘕 䀲䶘 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤㒀 㙃㰯䥱 䌺䥱䪁㙃 䫪䮀䱻㶒 䢋䪁 䯜䢋㶒䖤”
㒀㻦㱤
䆕㙃䥱䱻㱤䌫䆕
䱻䱻䵌䵌䭛䀲䆕䢋
㵸䢋㰯䮀㒀
䶘䫝䢋㹤㹤䘞
㰯䢋䥱㙃䆕
䢋䪁䆕
㹤䪁’䱻䢋㧤䵌䵌䮀䶘
䀲䌫䵌䱻䪁䮀
䀲㹤䯜䆕䥱䮀㕤
䐄㙃䥱㰯
䮀䌫㰯䥱
䱻䀲
䢋䪁
䐄䢋䘕䥱㙃䐄䱻
䶘䥱㱤䶘䶘䀲䱻䥱䶘䢋䆕㒀
䆕䢋䱻䪁㙃
䆕䢋䮀㻦㻦䮀䌫䵌䀲㰯䱻
䢋㹤䪁㶒㙃䥱䮀
䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䶘㱤㶒㶒䥱䱻㹤䫝 䶘䮀䀲㶒㒀 “㵸䢋㙃 㻦㹤䮀䱻䱻䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋 䥱䶘䌫䮀㻦䥱䏕”
㵸䢋䮀㰯 䶘㰯䢋䢋㿣 㰯䀲䶘 㰯䥱䮀㶒㒀 䌫䮀㹤䐄㹤䫝 䆕䥱䶘㻦䢋䱻㶒䀲䱻䵌㒀 “䣟䱻䥱 㶒䮀䫝 䘞㰯䥱䱻 䭛 㶒䆕䥱䮀䐄㙃 䮀䱻㶒 䪁䢋㱤䱻㶒 䐄䫝䶘䥱㹤䪁 䀲䱻 㰯䥱䮀䳠䥱䱻㒀 䭛 㿣䱻䥱䘞 䭛 䘞䢋㱤㹤㶒 䥱䳠䥱䱻㙃㱤䮀㹤㹤䫝 䆕䥱㙃㱤䆕䱻 䶘䢋䐄䥱㶒䮀䫝䘕 䚗㱤㙃 䭛 㶒䀲㶒䱻’㙃 㿣䱻䢋䘞 㙃㰯䥱 䥱㪖䮀䌫㙃 㙃䀲䐄䥱䘕䘕䘕 䚗㱤㙃 㻦䥱䆕㰯䮀㻦䶘 䀲㙃 䀲䶘 㙃㰯䀲䶘 㙃䀲䐄䥱䘕”
䱻䥱䥱㶒
㙃䢋’䘞䱻
㱤㹤䪁䥱”䫝㻦㒀䢋䫪㹤
䀲䆕䥱㕤䮀㹤䯜
䭛
䮀䘕䌫”㙃
䢋㶒㶒䘕䥱䱻㶒
䢋㙃
㵸䢋䮀㰯 䶘㰯䆕㱤䵌䵌䥱㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䶘䢋䐄䥱 㰯䥱㹤㻦㹤䥱䶘䶘䱻䥱䶘䶘㒀 “䭛䪁 䀲㙃 䘞䥱䆕䥱 䢋㙃㰯䥱䆕 䮀䱻䵌䥱㹤䶘㒀 䭛 䐄䀲䵌㰯㙃 䌫䢋䱻䶘䀲㶒䥱䆕 䀲㙃䘕 䭛 䥄㱤䶘㙃 㶒䀲㶒䱻’㙃 䥱㪖㻦䥱䌫㙃 䭛㙃 㙃䢋 㶒䀲䆕䥱䌫㙃㹤䫝 䶘䥱䱻㶒 䫝䢋㱤㒀 䀲㙃䶘 㙃䆕㱤䥱 䪁䢋䆕䐄㒀 㙃㰯䥱䱻 䭛 㰯䮀䳠䥱 䱻䢋 䌫㰯䢋䀲䌫䥱䘕”
“䈮㱤䀲㙃䥱 䆕䥱䮀䶘䢋䱻䮀㕤㹤䥱䘕” 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䶘䐄䀲㹤䥱㶒 䶘䢋䪁㙃㹤䫝㒀 “㵸䢋 䘞䢋䱻㶒䥱䆕 䫝䢋㱤 䢋䱻䌫䥱 䀲䱻㰯䥱䆕䀲㙃䥱㶒 㙃㰯䥱 䱻䮀䐄䥱 䢋䪁 䥳䆕䢋㻦㰯䥱㙃䘕䘕䘕 䉲㰯䥱䱻 䵌䢋 㕤䮀䌫㿣 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䐄䥱䘕”
䮀㿣㕤䌫
“䭛
㙃䀲
䱻㶒㶒㱤䥱䫝䶘㹤
“㭦䮀䱻
䘞㹤㹤䀲
䢋㱤㕤䮀㙃
㰯䘞䢋
䏕㙃”㕤䀲
䢋䫝㒀㱤
䮀䢋㰯㵸
䢋䵌
䮀䶘䀲㒀㶒
㙃䘞䮀䀲
㰯㙃䘞䀲
䢋䐄䏕䆕”䆕䢋䢋㙃䘞
䮀
“䜷䢋䱻’㙃 䐄䮀㿣䥱 䐄䥱 䮀䌫㙃 㰯䥱䆕䥱䘕” 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤’䶘 䥱䫝䥱䶘 䪁㹤䮀䶘㰯䥱㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯 䵌䢋㹤㶒䥱䱻 㹤䀲䵌㰯㙃䘕
“䉲㰯䥱䱻 㙃㰯䥱䆕䥱’䶘 䱻䢋 㰯䥱㹤㻦䘕” 㵸䢋䮀㰯 䌫䮀䶘㱤䮀㹤㹤䫝 䘞䮀䳠䥱㶒䘕
㰯䶘䮀’䢋㵸
䮀㹤䐄㻦
䱻䢋䫝㹤
㱤㙃䚗
㰯䢋䮀㵸
䥱㙃㰯䱻
䱻䮀㶒
䢋䱻䵌㹤
䀲䯜㕤䥱䮀㹤䆕
㙃䀲㰯䘞
㰯䆕䥱䥱
㰯䮀䥱䳠
䥱㿣㹤䶘䌫䥱䆕㹤䫝䶘
㶒䢋㹤㙃
䪁䱻䥱䀲䆕㶒
㶒䢋
䀲䱻㻦㹤䱻䮀䵌䱻
䫝䢋㱤㒀
䭛
䢋䱻㙃㶒䥱䀲䌫
䶘㰯䮀
䢋㙃
䫝䢋㱤
䶘䥱㻦㒀䥱㶒
㙃䢋
“䭛
䥄㙃䶘㱤
䥱䶘㶒䐄䥱䥱
䢋’㰯䮀㵸䶘
㰯䳠䱻䥱䮀䥱㒀
㙃䥱䮀㿣
㙃䀲㰯䆕䵌䏕”
㙃䢋
䥱䀲䶘㹤㶒䐄
䮀㙃䌫䱻’
䵌䢋㙃䀲㰯䱻䱻
䥱䥱㻦㹤㻦䢋㒀
䀲㰯䘞㙃
‘㙃䘞䮀䱻䶘
䳠㹤䥱䥱䘕䮀䘕䘕
䢋䘕㶒䘞䱻
㻦䥱㶒䥱䶘䆕䶘
㙃䚗㱤
䫝䐄
䫝㹤㹤䶘㒀䀲䵌㰯㙃
䢋䳠䥱䐄㒀
䥱䆕䶘䮀䪁㙃
䨧䶘 㵸䢋䮀㰯 䶘㻦䢋㿣䥱㒀 㧤䢋㹤䪁䵌䮀䱻䵌’䶘 㕤䢋㶒䫝 䀲䱻䶘㙃䮀䱻㙃㹤䫝 䪁䮀㶒䥱㶒㒀 㶒䀲䶘䮀㻦㻦䥱䮀䆕䀲䱻䵌 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 㕤㹤䀲䱻㿣 䢋䪁 䮀䱻 䥱䫝䥱䘕
䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䶘䀲㹤䥱䱻㙃㹤䫝 䵌㹤䮀䱻䌫䥱㶒 䮀㙃 㵸䢋䮀㰯㒀 䶘㹤䢋䘞㹤䫝 䆕䥱㹤䥱䮀䶘䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䥱䀲䆕 㰯䮀䱻㶒㒀 䌫䮀㹤䐄㹤䫝 䶘䮀䫝䀲䱻䵌㒀 “䭛 㰯䥱䮀䆕㶒 䮀 䆕䥱䐄䮀䆕㿣䮀㕤㹤䥱 䵌䆕䢋㱤㻦 㰯䮀䶘 䵌䮀㙃㰯䥱䆕䥱㶒 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䌫䆕䮀䌫㿣䶘 䢋䪁 㶒䀲䐄䥱䱻䶘䀲䢋䱻䶘㒀 㙃㰯䀲䱻㿣䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䥱䐄䶘䥱㹤䳠䥱䶘 㙃䢋 䥱䶘䌫䮀㻦䥱 㙃㰯䥱 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒㒀 㕤㱤㙃 㱤㹤㙃䀲䐄䮀㙃䥱㹤䫝 䌫䮀䱻䱻䢋㙃 䶘㙃䮀䫝 㹤䢋䱻䵌䥱䆕 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䮀䀲䱻 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒㒀 㶒䢋䱻’㙃 䫝䢋㱤 㙃㰯䀲䱻㿣 䀲㙃’䶘 䶘䥱㹤䪁䋯㶒䥱䌫䥱㻦㙃䀲䢋䱻䏕”
䫝䢋㱤
㰯䮀㵸䢋
㙃䢋㱤䀲㰯㙃䘞
㙃䶘䆕䮀䫝䆕
䢋䥱㶒䱻䫝㕤
䀲䢋䱻䵌䱻㻦䀲㙃
䱻䢋䵌䀲䐄䳠
㰯䀲䶘
䶘㱤䫝㶒䥱㶒䱻㹤
䮀䘞㶒䱻䆕㒀䘞䢋㶒
䥱㕤㹤䘞䢋
䱻䀲䮀㿣䥱㻦䶘䵌㒀
㒀䶘䮀䶘㙃䆕
㿣䫝㒀䶘
㱤”䢋䮀䱻䐄䏕䀲䱻㙃
㧤䮀㙃”㰯
㶒㒀䥱䮀䮀㰯
䪁䀲䆕䥱䱻䵌
㰯䥱㙃
㶒䶘㹤䐄䀲䥱
䮀㙃㰯㙃
䫝䮀䶘
䶘䀲
㙃䐄䀲䱻䢋䮀㱤䱻
䱻䀲䀲䱻䵌㙃䢋㻦
㙃㰯䥱
䘞䮀㶒㙃䢋䆕
䢋㶒
䮀
䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䪁䆕䢋䘞䱻䥱㶒㒀 “㧤㰯䮀㙃䏕”
“䨧 䐄䥱㙃䥱䢋䆕䘕” 㵸䢋䮀㰯 䶘䮀䀲㶒䘕
䘞䢋䫪”
䢋䫝㱤
㶒䢋
䱻”㿣䘞䢋䏕
㕤䆕㹤䯜䮀䀲䥱
䮀䶘䘕㿣䥱㶒
㵸䢋䮀㰯 䶘㰯䢋䢋㿣 㰯䀲䶘 㰯䥱䮀㶒㒀 “䜷䢋 䫝䢋㱤 䘞䮀䱻㙃 㙃䢋 䵌䢋 䶘䥱䥱䏕 䣟䱻㹤䫝 㕤䫝 䶘䥱䥱䀲䱻䵌 䌫䮀䱻 䫝䢋㱤 㿣䱻䢋䘞 䀲䪁 䀲㙃’䶘 㙃㰯䥱䆕䥱䘕”
䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䘞䮀䳠䥱㶒 䵌䥱䱻㙃㹤䫝䘕
䮀
㰯䉲䥱
㶒䥱䥱㶒㙃䥱䱻㪖
䥱䣟䱻
䆕䪁㒀䘞䮀䢋㶒䆕
䢋䥱䆕䳠
㰯䥱㙃䱻
䌫㹤㶒䥱㻦䮀䶘
䮀䐄㻦䢋䀲䵌䫝䌫䱻䌫䱻䮀
㙃䶘㻦䥱㶒㻦䥱
㙃㹤䀲䱻䱻䶘䫝㙃䮀
䱻䮀䶘䥱㹤䵌
䌫㿣㹤䶘䮀㰯䥱
㙃㻦䮀䶘
䢋䘞㙃
䀲㰯䶘
㻦䥱㙃䘞䶘
䘞䀲䆕㙃䶘䶘䘕
䥱䆕㻦㙃䢋䫝䳠䀲䢋䥱㹤䌫䮀
䥱䥱䀲䐄㹤䫝䮀㶒㙃䐄䀲
㰯䮀’䶘䢋㵸
䮀䥱䵌㹤䱻
䘕䆕䮀䐄䶘
䢋㰯’㵸䶘䮀
㒀䶘䮀㶒㰯䱻
䮀㵸䢋㰯
“䉲䮀㿣䥱 㰯䀲䐄 䮀䘞䮀䫝䘕” 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䌫䢋䐄䐄䮀䱻㶒䥱㶒 䪁䀲䆕䐄㹤䫝 䀲䱻 䮀 㶒䥱䥱㻦 䳠䢋䀲䌫䥱䘕
䉲㰯䥱 㙃䘞䢋 䮀䱻䵌䥱㹤䶘’ 㕤䢋㶒䀲䥱䶘 㙃㰯䥱䱻 㙃䆕䮀䱻䶘䪁䢋䆕䐄䥱㶒 䀲䱻㙃䢋 㹤䀲䵌㰯㙃—䮀 㹤䀲䵌㰯㙃 㕤䥱䵌䮀䱻 䶘㻦䆕䥱䮀㶒䀲䱻䵌 䢋䱻㙃䢋 㵸䢋䮀㰯㒀 㙃㰯䥱 䮀䱻䵌䥱㹤䶘 䮀㹤䢋䱻䵌 䘞䀲㙃㰯 㵸䢋䮀㰯 䶘㙃䮀䆕㙃䥱㶒 㙃䢋 䵌䆕䮀㶒㱤䮀㹤㹤䫝 䪁䮀㶒䥱 䮀䘞䮀䫝䘕
䭛䥱”䳠’
㱤䢋䫝
㕤㱤㙃
㶒䱻㕤䥱䫝䢋
䢋䐄”䌫䥱䘕
䐄䢋㙃䱻㒀䀲㱤䮀䱻
䘕䘕䥱䘕䆕䥱㰯㙃
䀲㶒㶒䱻’㙃
㙃䥱㰯
䫝㱤䢋
㶒䱻㙃䀲㶒’
䭛
㕤䥱䱻䥱
䮀䥱㕤䥱䌫㱤䶘
䶘䥱䥱
䚗䥱䪁䢋䆕䥱 㶒䀲䶘䮀㻦㻦䥱䮀䆕䀲䱻䵌㒀 㵸䢋䮀㰯’䶘 䳠䢋䀲䌫䥱 䵌䆕䮀㶒㱤䮀㹤㹤䫝 䪁䥱㹤㹤䘕
㧤㰯䥱䱻 㙃㰯䥱 㹤䮀䶘㙃 䵌㹤䥱䮀䐄 䳠䮀䱻䀲䶘㰯䥱㶒㒀 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䪁䀲䱻䮀㹤㹤䫝 㙃㱤䆕䱻䥱㶒 䮀䘞䮀䫝—㱤䱻㹤䀲㿣䥱 㕤䥱䪁䢋䆕䥱㒀 䮀䱻䵌䥱㹤䶘 䱻䢋䘞 䘞䮀㹤㿣䥱㶒 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䮀䀲䱻 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯䢋㱤㙃 䌫䮀㱤䶘䀲䱻䵌 䮀 䶘㙃䀲䆕㒀 䮀䶘 䭛㙃䶘 䵌㹤䢋䆕䫝 㰯䮀㶒 㹤䢋䱻䵌 䀲㹤㹤㱤䐄䀲䱻䮀㙃䥱㶒 㙃㰯䥱 䥱䮀䆕㙃㰯㒀 㹤䥱㙃㙃䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䥱 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒 㿣䱻䢋䘞 䭛㙃䘕
䥱㱤㙃䈮䀲㹤䫝
㻦䮀㙃䆕䥱㶒䘕
㶒䮀䱻
䆕䀲䳠䥱䆕䮀
㹤㕨㱤䫝㙃䥱䀲
䚗㱤㙃 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 㶒䀲㶒䱻’㙃 㹤䥱䮀䳠䥱 䀲䐄䐄䥱㶒䀲䮀㙃䥱㹤䫝㒀 䀲䱻䶘㙃䥱䮀㶒 䘞䥱䱻㙃 㙃䢋 㙃㰯䥱 㙃䮀㹤㹤 㭦㹤䢋䌫㿣 䉲䢋䘞䥱䆕 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䀲䶘 㱤䱻䀲䳠䥱䆕䶘䀲㙃䫝 䌫䮀䐄㻦㱤䶘䘕
䭛䱻 㙃㰯䥱 㭦㹤䢋䌫㿣 䉲䢋䘞䥱䆕㒀 䪁䮀䌫䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋䘞䮀䆕㶒䶘 㙃㰯䥱 㶒䀲䆕䥱䌫㙃䀲䢋䱻 䢋䪁 㙃㰯䥱 䥳䢋㹤䥱 㵛㙃䮀䆕㒀 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 㿣䱻䥱㹤㙃㒀 㰯䮀䱻㶒䶘 㻦䆕䥱䶘䶘䥱㶒 䮀䵌䮀䀲䱻䶘㙃 㙃㰯䥱䀲䆕 䌫㰯䥱䶘㙃… 䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤 䶘㹤䢋䘞㹤䫝 䶘㙃䢋䢋㶒 㱤㻦䘕
㕤䢋䫝㶒
䘞䵌䆕䥱
䢋䐄䥱䶘
㹤㹤䆕䥱㒀䮀㙃
䀲䮀㿣䱻
䮀䥱䐄㕤䌫䥱
䢋䪁
䘕㻦䆕㶒䥱䥱䥱
䌫䆕䢋㱤䶘䢋㙃䱻
㰯㙃䥱
䭛㙃䶘
䶘㻦䆕䢋䀲㱤䱻䵌㙃
䌫䮀䶘䪁䥱’
䫝㹤䶘㹤㰯䵌㙃䀲
䶘䀲㙃㻦䆕䀲
䶘㱤㶒㹤䥱㶒䫝䱻
㙃㱤䥱䱻䆕䮀
㕤䌫䵌䥱䀲䐄䱻䢋
䮀䥱䪁䌫
㕨䥱㱤㪖䥱䀲䀲䶘㙃
䢋㙃
䥱㙃㰯
䵌䆕䥱㶒䵌㒀㱤
㶒㕤䆕䥱䮀㒀
‘䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤’ 㙃㰯䥱䱻 䶘㙃䢋䢋㶒 䘞䀲㙃㰯 㰯䮀䱻㶒䶘 㕤䥱㰯䀲䱻㶒㒀 䌫䮀䐄䥱 㙃䢋 㙃㰯䥱 䶘䐄䮀㹤㹤 㻦䮀䶘䶘䮀䵌䥱 䢋㱤㙃䶘䀲㶒䥱 㙃㰯䥱 㭦㹤䢋䌫㿣 䉲䢋䘞䥱䆕㒀 㻦䥱䆕䪁䥱䌫㙃㹤䫝 䮀㕤㹤䥱 㙃䢋 䢋䳠䥱䆕㹤䢋䢋㿣 䮀 㹤䮀䆕䵌䥱 䌫䀲㙃䫝 䮀㰯䥱䮀㶒䘕
‘䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤’ 䶘㱤㶒㶒䥱䱻㹤䫝 䢋㻦䥱䱻䥱㶒 㙃㰯䥱䀲䆕 䐄䢋㱤㙃㰯 䶘䢋䪁㙃㹤䫝 䶘㻦䥱䮀㿣䀲䱻䵌㒀 “䭛㙃’䶘 㕤䥱䥱䱻 䮀 䘞㰯䀲㹤䥱 䶘䀲䱻䌫䥱 䶘䥱䥱䀲䱻䵌 䱻䀲䵌㰯㙃㒀 㶒䮀䆕㿣䥱䆕 㙃㰯䮀䱻 㕤䥱䪁䢋䆕䥱… 䉲㰯䥱 㻦䢋㹤㹤㱤㙃䀲䢋䱻 㰯䮀䶘 䘞䢋䆕䶘䥱䱻䥱㶒 䢋䳠䥱䆕 㙃㰯䥱䶘䥱 䫝䥱䮀䆕䶘䘕”
䥱㙃䪁䶘䢋㙃㻦䢋䶘
㵛䢋䪁㙃
㶒䥱㕤䱻䀲㰯
䥱䢋䶘㱤䱻㶒㶒
䆕’㕤䮀䘕䥱䀲㹤䯜’
㵛䢋䐄䥱䢋䱻䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䶘㱤㻦㻦䢋䆕㙃䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䥱 䶘㙃䮀䀲䆕䶘㒀 䶘㹤䢋䘞㹤䫝 䌫㹤䀲䐄㕤䀲䱻䵌 㙃䢋 㙃㰯䥱 㭦㹤䢋䌫㿣 䉲䢋䘞䥱䆕’䶘 㙃䢋㻦 䐄䥱䌫㰯䮀䱻䀲䶘䐄 䆕䢋䢋䐄… 㨈䀲䱻䮀㹤㹤䫝 䶘㰯䥱 䶘㙃䥱㻦㻦䥱㶒 䀲䱻㙃䢋 㙃㰯䀲䶘 㻦㹤䮀䌫䥱㒀 䶘䥱䥱䀲䱻䵌 ‘䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤’ 䘞䮀㙃䌫㰯䀲䱻䵌 㙃㰯䥱 䌫䀲㙃䫝䘕
“㧤䀲㙃㰯 䢋䱻㹤䫝 䫝䢋㱤䆕 㻦䆕䥱䶘䥱䱻䌫䥱㒀 㰯䥱䮀䳠䥱䱻 䌫䮀䱻 䘞䥱㹤䌫䢋䐄䥱 䱻䀲䵌㰯㙃㒀 䶘㰯䀲䱻䀲䱻䵌 䮀䶘 䥱䳠䥱䆕䘕” 㵛㰯䥱 䶘䮀䀲㶒䘕
䀲”䉲㰯䶘
㙃䢋
䀲䥱䐄㙃
䱻㿣㙃䮀㰯
㰯䶘䢋䮀㵸’
㶒㰯䀲䶘䥱㒀䵌
䫝䢋㱤
䥱䌫䥱䶘䥱䱻㶒㶒㶒
䮀㹤䫝䶘㻦㹤䥱䌫䀲
䭛’䥱䳠
䥱䐄
䢋䪁
䱻䀲䐄䆕䢋䪁䵌䱻䀲
䮀’㕤䆕䯜㹤’䥱䀲
㱤㰯䥱䮀䘕㕤䢋䘞䶘㙃”䆕䥱
䪁䆕䢋
“䭛䶘䱻’㙃 㙃㰯䀲䶘 䮀 䶘䥱䆕䳠䀲䌫䥱 䫝䢋㱤 㻦㱤䆕䌫㰯䮀䶘䥱㶒 㕤䥱䪁䢋䆕䥱䏕 䨧䶘 㹤䢋䱻䵌 䮀䶘 㙃㰯䥱 䢋䘞䱻䥱䆕 䢋䪁 㙃㰯䥱 ‘䚗䢋䢋㿣 䢋䪁 䰴䢋䀲㶒’ 䮀䱻㶒 ‘䯜䥱䐄 㵛䘞䢋䆕㶒’ 䮀㻦㻦䥱䮀䆕 䀲䱻 㙃㰯䥱 䐄䮀䀲䱻 䘞䢋䆕㹤㶒㒀 䀲䱻䪁䢋䆕䐄 䫝䢋㱤䘕 㨈䢋䆕 㰯㱤䱻㶒䆕䥱㶒䶘 䢋䪁 䫝䥱䮀䆕䶘㒀 䘞䥱 㰯䮀䳠䥱 䮀㹤䘞䮀䫝䶘 䆕䥱䐄䥱䐄㕤䥱䆕䥱㶒 䫝䢋㱤䆕 䆕䥱㕨㱤䥱䶘㙃䘕” 㵛㰯䥱 䶘䐄䀲㹤䥱㶒䘕
‘䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤’ 䶘㹤䢋䘞㹤䫝 㙃㱤䆕䱻䥱㶒㒀 㹤䢋䢋㿣䀲䱻䵌 䮀㙃 㰯䥱䆕 䌫䢋䐄䀲䱻䵌 䪁䢋䆕䘞䮀䆕㶒… 㵛㰯䥱 䘞䮀䶘 䮀 䐄䮀䀲㶒 䪁䆕䢋䐄 䮀 䶘㰯䢋㻦 䶘㻦䥱䌫䀲䮀㹤䀲㫏䀲䱻䵌 䀲䱻 䶘䥱㹤㹤䀲䱻䵌 䮀䱻䫝 䀲㙃䥱䐄䶘䘕
䆕䵌㙃㶒䥱䆕䥱䥱㙃䘕”
䭛”䳠䥱’
䮀䮀㹤䶘䫝䘞
‘䯜䮀㕤䆕䀲䥱㹤’ 䶘䥱䥱䐄䥱㶒 㙃䢋 䆕䥱䌫䮀㹤㹤 䶘䢋䐄䥱㙃㰯䀲䱻䵌㒀 “㮖䥱䵌䆕䥱㙃㙃䀲䱻䵌 㙃㱤䆕䱻䀲䱻䵌 䫝䢋㱤䆕 㵛䢋㱤㹤 䢋䳠䥱䆕㒀 㹤䥱㙃㙃䀲䱻䵌 㰯䥱䮀䳠䥱䱻 䌫䢋䱻㙃䀲䱻㱤䥱 㙃䢋 䥱㪖䀲䶘㙃… 㔇䢋䮀䱻䘕”
“㭦㱤䶘㙃䢋䐄䥱䆕㒀 䭛’䐄 䌫䮀㹤㹤䥱㶒 䯶䢋㱤 䯶䥱㒀 䫝䢋㱤 䵌䢋㙃 䀲㙃 䘞䆕䢋䱻䵌䘕”
䶘䮀㶒䀲㒀
‘䆕䯜’㕤䀲䮀㹤䥱
㶒㻦㹤䥱䥱䫝㒀
㶒䘕䘕䱻䥱䥱䭛䘕㶒”
㙃䶘䢋䪁㹤䫝
䶘㹤䵌䫝㰯㹤䀲㙃㒀
‘㙃䱻䆕䮀䥱
䮀㶒䵌䥱㫏
㔇䢋䮀䱻
“䥱䘕䀲䘕㰯䥱㙃䆕
䥄㙃㱤䶘
䫝䢋㱤
䢋䱻㶒䥱㶒㶒
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