Chapter 878: Chapter 122: Forget Worry, Three Lives (5)
If there’s anyone more familiar with this Dungeon Maze besides Xitacil, it would naturally be the castle’s current nominal master, Tu Shenyi.
In fact, aside from some publicly revealed reconstructed stone chambers, there are many secret rooms here—for instance, the chamber Xitacil initially used to greet Luo Qiu.
Or, for example, the place Tu Shenyi is currently at.
This place is more like a laboratory… a laboratory hidden deep underground. There are numerous instruments here that vampires like Xitacil have acquired through their abilities, some even being of a national technological level.
The laboratory contains many large vitreous containers, each preserving countless bodies in a special liquid—almost all different specimens.
There are humans, giant werewolves, mermen with tails and beautiful features… even vampires. All these have been captured from all over the mainland for the True Blood project supply for Tu Shenyi’s research.
At this moment, in a pure white room in the laboratory, Tu Shenyi sits quietly, watching the wall-mounted screen—pletely flush with the wall, it currently shows Takizawa revealing his monstrous form in a scene of frenzied slaughter.
Tu Shenyi simply glanced at it, showing no change of expression even as Song Da, Song Er, and Song San appear among the crowd; he seems to be waiting for something.
In front of him, on a white table, are different vitrified containers—they are the ‘Forget Worry’ series from Xitacil’s collection.
Tu Shenyi is waiting for a cup among them… the cup contains fresh spring water, inside which a red crystal is placed, and the clean spring water is gradually turning red.
An old-looking notebook is placed beside him.
Tu Shenyi takes another cup, then extracts the ‘Other Shore Flower’ from Queen Elizabeth, pours a mouthful into the cup… then drinks it himself.
Tu Shenyi closes his eyes, waiting quietly… Suddenly, a look of pain appears on Tu Shenyi’s face, and he clutches his heart tightly.
This pain doesn’t last long; Tu Shenyi’s expression begins to ease, and he exhales slowly. Then he takes out a second ‘Yellow Springs,’ pours some, and tries it himself.
He personally tries every bottle, except for ‘Three Lifetimes’ and ‘Forgetful River.’
And with each different drink, Tu Shenyi personally experiences the side effects, feeling pain but quickly recovering.
Only with the last ‘Naihe,’ Tu Shenyi shows no reaction at all.
He snorts coldly, “Takizawa, you cunning fellow…”
Tu Shenyi takes a deep breath, calming himself.
He picks up the notebook beside him and opens it. He flips through it page by page, very seriously, and only when he reaches the end does his gaze change.
Because the last few pages of the notebook have been torn out, missing.
He has browsed through this notebook countless times.
“What is the formula after all…” Tu Shenyi closes his eyes slowly.
But in just a moment, Tu Shenyi opens his eyes again. He reaches out and grabs the cylindrical container holding ‘Naihe,’ throwing it forcefully at the screen on the wall.
“You all… will die.”
Tu Shenyi’s gaze bees icy, and he presses a button on the edge of the table. In an instant, a side wall of the room splits open.
A man missing one finger, wearing only a black fingertip, walks out slowly… he is the Gambling Demon Jin Wucheng, Uncle Jin.
Uncle Jin is holding a remote control in his hand, and he es to Tu Shenyi, placed the remote before him.
Tu Shenyi only glances at it and then looks coldly at Uncle Jin, saying, “Has Ouyang Jie not been sent away yet?”
Uncle Jin, expressionless, says, “Whatever happens in the Dungeon Maze, the castle inside won’t know. Besides, A Jie is asleep now; there’s no rush to send him away. Moreover, the woman he fancies is still in there, see…”
Tu Shenyi answers, “I have no interest in handling that little dog’s romantic affairs; whether that girl insists on ing has nothing to do with me.”
Uncle Jin sighs, saying calmly, “Then what you promised me…”
Tu Shenyi stands up, staring at Uncle Jin, “Don’t worry, I promised you immortality, and I won’t go back on my word. I’ll never forget your years of servitude… After this matter is settled, I’ll fulfill your wish. Now, get it done.”
“I hope so.” Uncle Jin nods, quietly picking up the remote control and slowly pressing it.
At the same time, in the Dungeon Maze, some hidden doors suddenly open, and some “creatures” that were trapped inside for a long time are released.
…
…
Within the True Blood project’s gathering place, where all related people converge, Amunst has been entirely focused, his gaze always on Queen Elizabeth.
His fingers slowly squeeze the vial of stamina-restoring potion Xitacil gave, weighed down with concerns.
Queen Elizabeth pletely resembles an albino patient, and apart from her symptoms of albinism, she is almost no different from a girl of fifteen or sixteen.
But Amunst knew that Queen Elizabeth’s actual age exceeded thirty. It’s just that these years, she spent most of her time in slumber, making her body’s growth unusually slow.
Queen Elizabeth had never truly consumed human blood since birth; she maintained her Life by being injected with pure blood from the Thirteen Clans.
Every time, Amunst personally injected the pure blood into Queen Elizabeth because… he was Queen Elizabeth’s only living relative.
Amunst’s daughter was Queen Elizabeth’s mother, a truly human.
Queen Elizabeth is a half-blood of a vampire and a human… Half-bloods are not acknowledged by the majority of the Thirteen Clans.
Because the existence of half-bloods breaks the reproductive isolation between different races. The proud vampires, whose old-generation hold clinging to the decayed tradition for centuries, see this as a provocation to the vampire’s pure lineage.
The Thirteen Clans acknowledge Queen Elizabeth’s existence because she truly has vampire blood. But at the same time, they don’t acknowledge Queen Elizabeth’s rights as a vampire because half her blood is human.
Now, the Thirteen Clans provide less and less pure blood to Queen Elizabeth, and later, even resort to special means, forcing Queen Elizabeth into a dormant state to reduce bodily consumption and delay her hunger.
He forbade Elizabeth from consuming blood, and this was also his daughter, Lola’s last wish. Elizabeth herself is a kind child dismissing this behavior of directly consuming blood.
This last surviving grandfather and granddaughter have been struggling to achieve this goal carefully for decades. Amunst knew he was walking on a tightrope; any misstep, and he would fall into the abyss.
Elizabeth’s half-vampire blood, once it couldn’t be suppressed, would render his painstaking efforts over the years in vain… The pain Elizabeth has endured over the years would be futile. But Elizabeth’s body was really starving; several times, broken by the urge to drink blood, it overthrew her rationale.
Several times, Amunst arduously suppressed Elizabeth’s outbursts.
He is old, no longer one of the Twelve Holy Knights of the Round Table. His speed slowed year by year, his strength dwindled annually, to the point he had to forgo armor to consume less energy.
Amunst doesn’t know if he can suppress Elizabeth the next time she goes berserk. Perhaps what awaits him is the end.
Looking at Elizabeth lying on the table, appearing as a feverish patient, in a semi-dream state showing a painful look, Amunst’s heartache at this moment is not less intense than when he personally witnessed his daughter’s tragic death at Elizabeth’s father’s hands.
The one who, for love, endured the constant urge to suck blood was eventually annihilated by instinct.
That’s why he supports the True Blood project, why he swallowed the ‘Other Shore Flower.’ His heart had long ceased to live; he only drank the ‘Other Shore Flower’ to meet Elizabeth’s mother once more.
“If there were a god, why be so cruel to this child…”
Amunst slowly placed his palm on Queen Elizabeth’s forehead, feeling her temperature that was far lower than that of ordinary people.
Despite this, he knew that Queen Elizabeth was enduring pain akin to being scorched. The hungry vampire blood was burning furiously, challenging the persistence of this frail child.
“Grandfather… I feel so unwell…”
Queen Elizabeth opened her eyes and tightly grasped Amunst’s sleeve.
Amunst also gripped her palm firmly, encouragingly whispered in her ear, “Elizabeth, agitation is a mon trait among vampires, but since you chose this path, you must persevere. Every time you survive the agitation, it’s a success in your efforts. You are a resolute person; destiny always favors the resilient. This time, if Tu Shenyi truly discovers the perfect True Blood, you’ll gain new life, and you will live normally under the sun like ordinary people…”
“Grandfather…”
She writhed in pain, her lips already revealing the trademark vampire fangs.
Amunst at this moment suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. With trembling hands, he took out a small box from his pocket… Inside were the last remnants of pureblood and the tools for injection.
At this moment, Amunst almost felt an impulse to inject the pureblood into Elizabeth immediately… But he also understood that injecting pureblood during an agitation period would make her vampire instincts even more frenzied.
He had suffered from such a mistake more than once… His soft heart had caused him harm repeatedly.
As a result, he had been hurt time and again, until now, unable to prevent the occurrence of mistakes.
Grandfather, I am so tired.
Elizabeth!
Amunst trembled as he opened the box containing the pureblood, took out the injection tools, struggling and tearful eyes.
“Elizabeth, grandfather… Grandfather will make you feel better..”
On the needle tip, a drop of sticky blood did not drip down due to the liquid tension, but swayed slightly… Every drop of pureblood is precious and should not be wasted, yet Amunst was in too much pain, his trembling hand unable to maintain stability.
“No…”
Just as the needle was about to pierce the vein on Elizabeth’s arm, he heard her painful voice. Amunst suddenly jolted, slammed the syringe onto the table, grabbed his hair, and hoarsely said, “I… What exactly am I doing? I’m sorry, Elizabeth…”
He’s truly old now, his heart softened day by day, no longer possessing the steely will he had before, now merely a lonely old man grieving the loss of relatives.
Amunst took a deep breath, held Elizabeth’s palm again, hoping to offer her some courage to fight the pain… It was the only thing he could do.
Just then, a strange sound began to appear.
Something was emitting a low growling sound… Like a beast. Amunst instinctively felt danger approaching.
His movements were swift, quickly withdrawing a sword umbrella into his hand, while swiftly glancing at Elizabeth… The sense of danger wasn’t from Elizabeth but…
Outside the door!
Bang —!!
A crashing sound!
Something was madly striking the door in front of him. Amunst suddenly shouted loudly at this moment, “Tu Shenyi! Tu Shenyi! e out for me! What on earth is happening!”
No matter how he shouted, he could get no response, and the frequency of the banging on the door became faster.
Eventually, the door broke, and what appeared in front of Amunst was a decayed, foul-smelling corpse, almost unrecognizable.
The corpse moved, staggering towards Amunst step by step… Amunst suddenly charged forward, swiftly wielding his arm.
The sharp pure silver blade instantly decapitated the rotting corpse’s head to the ground. However, the headless corpse didn’t stop moving, continuing onward!
At the same time, behind the broken-door corpse, the entrance was already densely packed with rotting corpses.
Zombies… A failed product during the transformation into vampires! As a former Twelve Holy Knights of the Round Table, Amunst was not unfamiliar with the cause of zombies.
Only when he saw such a number of zombies blocking the entrance did he gasp in shock!
…
…
“Tu Shenyi built a laboratory in the Dungeon Maze not far from where we gathered; we should be getting close now.”
Xitacil said while observing Luo Qiu.
Xitacil was fortunate enough to survive from the powerful undead’s hand and temporarily played the role of a guide.
He was unsure if Luo Qiu was really only interested in the ‘Other Shore Flower’ and ‘Three Lifetimes’—as a Dark Merchant, Xitacil held a reserved view on anything or anyone.
Xitacil had already pledged loyalty to Luo Qiu, but the latter evidently had no intention of accepting it. In the absence of forming a stable relationship, Xitacil was pondering how to detach himself from this dangerous guy, or rather—escape.
“There’s a sound.” Luo Qiu suddenly halted.
Xitacil froze, then stepped forward. The pair had arrived at a more spacious area within the Dungeon Maze. There were many square pools around, previously used for water storage and naturally for those hiding to use.
“A sound?” Xitacil scanned around, finally setting his gaze on one of the pools.
Perhaps due to water infiltrating from the ground, this pool was filled halfway with water—the water surface slightly rippling.
Suddenly, a droplet fell from above, causing ripples on the water surface.
Xitacil instinctively looked up.
In the darkness, countless tiny eyes appeared above, seemingly from some creature.
Among those countless tiny eyes, a particularly large set of eight eyes suddenly blinked.
Xitacil waved his hand, emitting a green light from his palm, revealing what hidden in the darkness above.
However, at this moment, within the reach of the green light were numerous terrifying spiders, larger than wolf spiders! And among these densely packed, covering the entire ceiling terrifying spiders, was an enormous creature!
It’s… far larger than a bull, now standing upright with eight eerie eyes, looking at Xitacil and Luo Qiu.
“Why did Tu Shenyi release this creature…”
Xitacil looked utterly shocked.
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PS1: Indeed, posting twice daily in a week proved to be impossible… This week I managed 4 updates, 3 are still owed.
PS2: Yeah! Onward! Keep it up! Uncle Jin, fight (fist)! Oh yeah!
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㠁䮛
擄
老
虜
㨵䡂䩏
㨵
䤨㕚㨵䛦䤨䥇
䩏䥇䯩㭵䰑䤨䛦䫋䩏
㨵䩏
㮉䛅䤨䰑
㮉㨵䈞
蘆
盧
䇚䮛㨵䇚䰑䛦
路
䵞䤨
擄
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㠁㭵䛦䤨
盧
䩏㠁䫋䰑㺪䈞
䫋㠁䇚㨵
爐
䛅䇚䈞䩏䛦䰑㕚䈞
䮛㭵
㨄䩏㺪䰑㯻㠁㨵䇚䇚䛅 䤨㮉䰑 䇚㨵䫋䆠䰑䩏䤨 㭵䮛 䤨㮉䰑 䥇㭵䛦䩏䤨䰑䫋 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏䡌 䡂㮉㠁㯻㮉 䩏㕚䈞䈞䰑䛦䇚䛅 㯻䫋㨵䡂䇚䰑䈞 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 㯻䰑㠁䇚㠁䛦䆠䡌 㨵䇚䥇㭵䩏䤨 䤨㠁㺪㺪㠁䛦䆠 㭵䁆䰑䫋䡌 㨵䩏 㠁䤨 䰩䰑䆠㨵䛦 䤨㭵 㭵㭵㾓䰑 䩏㭵䥇䰑 䩏㨵䇚㠁䁆㨵 䮛䫋㭵䥇 㠁䤨䩏 䆠㠁䆠㨵䛦䤨㠁㯻 䥇㭵㕚䤨㮉㺪㨵䫋䤨䩏䯩
䴰㮉䰑 䩏㨵䇚㠁䁆㨵 䈞䫋㠁㺪㺪䰑䈞 㭵䛦䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䮛䇚㭵㭵䫋䡌 㠁䛦䩏䤨㨵䛦䤨䇚䛅 㯻㭵䫋䫋㭵䈞㠁䛦䆠 㨵 䩏䰑㯻䤨㠁㭵䛦䡌 䰑䥇㠁䤨䤨㠁䛦䆠 䡂㮉㠁䤨䰑 䩏䥇㭵䓥䰑 㠁䛦 䤨㮉䰑 㺪䫋㭵㯻䰑䩏䩏䯩
䛦㭵
䇚䩏㠁䁆㨵㨵
䆠䫋䛅㠁䤨㠁䮛䰑䛦䫋
䇚㨵䰑䩏㠁䛅
䤨䇚㠁’㨵㠁䩏䛰㯻
㯻䈞㠁㨵㠁㯻
䛅’䛦㠁䰑䩏㮉䠆
䩏㠁
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䛅㯻䫋㨵䫋
䮛䩏䤨䰑㠁㮉䈞
䤨㮉䰑䩏䰑
䛦㨵㯻
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䤨㠁㮉䩏
㨵䩏䡌㠁䈞
䴰㕚
䆠㭵䤨䩏䛦䫋
䩏䒗㭵䤨㠁䛦䵪
㭵䈞㯻㕚䫋䇨䩏㺪䤨
䤨䩏䵞
䩏䫋㺪㠁䈞䰑䩏
䈞䛦㨵
䇚䩏䇚㨵䥇
䆠㾓㨵䰑
䛦㨵䇚䰑䥇㠁䫋䵪䰑䰑䤨㺪
㭵㹄”䯩䰑䓥
䤨䩏㠁’
䡌䛅㨵䇚㭵䇚
䰑䛦㭵㯻
䰑㨵䇚䛦䰑䡌䤨䛦䆠䈞
䈞㨵䇚䫋㠁䛅㺪
㮉䰑
㕚䮛䇚䰑䫋㨵䡌㯻
䈞䛦㨵
䇚䩏䰑䛅㕚䈞䛦䈞
䴰䩏㮉䰑䰑
㭵䁆䥇䰑
㭵䮛
䱕”䰑
䇚㨵䥇䇚䩏
䈞㨵䛦
䩏㠁䈞㺪䯩䰑䩏䫋
䛦㭵䰑
䛦㨵㯻
㯻䫋㕚䰑㭵䫋㺪䰑䈞
䬼㕚㯻䓥㠁䛅䇚
䫋䩏䩏㠁㺪䰑䈞
“㘒䇚䫋䰑㨵䈞䛅 䰑䛦䤨㨵䛦䆠䇚䰑䈞䯩” 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䩏㮉㭵㭵䓥 㮉㠁䩏 㮉䰑㨵䈞䯩
䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚 䡂㨵䩏 䩏䤨㨵䫋䤨䇚䰑䈞 㨵䛦䈞 䤨㮉䰑䛦 䇚㭵㭵䓥䰑䈞 㨵䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞 㠁䛦 㮉㭵䫋䫋㭵䫋—䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋䰑䰑䛦 䇚㠁䆠㮉䤨 㮉䰑 㮉㨵䈞 䫋䰑䇚䰑㨵䩏䰑䈞 䮛㭵䫋 㠁䇚䇚㕚䥇㠁䛦㨵䤨㠁㭵䛦 㮉㨵䈞 㨵 䇚㠁䥇㠁䤨䰑䈞 䫋㨵䛦䆠䰑䡌 䰩㕚䤨 㠁䤨 㯻㭵㕚䇚䈞 䰩䰑 䥇㭵䁆䰑䈞 䤨㭵 㠁䇚䇚㕚䥇㠁䛦㨵䤨䰑 㭵䤨㮉䰑䫋 㺪䇚㨵㯻䰑䩏䯩
㭵䤨䛦
䰑䰑䫋䡂
䮛䇚㠁䈞䰑䇚
䫋䰑䰑䡂
㨵䩏䥇䇚䇚
㭵䇚㨵䩏
䰑䛅㮉䤨
㭵䡂䤨
䈞㨵㮉
䫋㭵䯩䤨䰑㕚䯩䮛䛦䈞䯩㭵
㘒䤨
䩏䤨㠁㮉
䤨㮉䛅䰑
䛦䫋䆠䫋䮛㠁䰑䤨㠁䛅
㮉䤨䩏䰑䰑
䰩䤨㕚
䰑䩏㺪䈞㠁䫋䩏
㭵㠁䡌䤨䛦㺪
䰑䫋䰑㨵㭵䈞㮉䁆
䰑䇚㯻䇚㨵䈞
䩏䰑䰑䁆䛦㺪—㨵䰑㯻
䰑㮉䤨
㭵䮛
㠁䤨䯩䩏䩏䮛
䡂㕚㭵䛦䛦䓥䛦䇚䛅㠁䆠
㭵䛅䇚䛦
㠁䰑䩏㾓
䈞䫋㭵䛦㕚㨵
䩏䫋㺪㠁䈞䩏䰑䡌
㕚䤨㮉㮉㭵䆠
䤨䡌㮉䰑䥇
㮉䤨䰑
䇚䥇䩏㨵䇚
䴰㮉䰑䛅 䈞䰑䛦䩏䰑䇚䛅 䩏㕚䫋䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䰑䈞 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 㨵䛦䈞 䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚䡌 䮛㭵䫋䥇㠁䛦䆠 㨵 㯻㠁䫋㯻䇚䰑 㨵䛦䈞 䤨䫋㨵㺪㺪㠁䛦䆠 䤨㮉䰑䥇 㠁䛦䩏㠁䈞䰑䯩 䠆䰑䰑㠁䛦䆠 䤨㮉㠁䩏䡌 䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚 䛦䰑䫋䁆㭵㕚䩏䇚䛅 䤨㭵㭵䓥 㨵 䩏䤨䰑㺪 䰩㨵㯻䓥䯩
㘒䩏 㮉䰑 䫋䰑䤨䫋䰑㨵䤨䰑䈞䡌 䤨㮉䰑 䩏䤨㨵䛦䈞㠁䛦䆠 䩏㺪㨵㯻䰑 䰩䰑䤨䡂䰑䰑䛦 㮉㠁䥇 㨵䛦䈞 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䡂㨵䩏 䫋䰑䈞㕚㯻䰑䈞䡌 㨵䛦䈞 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞 㠁䥇䥇䰑䈞㠁㨵䤨䰑䇚䛅 㯻䇚㭵䩏䰑䈞 㠁䛦 㨵䛦䈞 䩏㮉䫋㕚䛦䓥 䤨㮉䰑 䰑䛦㯻䇚㭵䩏䰑䈞 䩏㺪㨵㯻䰑䯩
䛅㕚䛦䈞䡌䠆䰑䈞䇚
㠁䩏㮉
㺪䥇䇚㨵
䫋䮛䛦䤨㭵
䇚䛅䛦㭵
㨵䩏䇚䥇䇚
㭵䁆䡌䰑䰩㨵
䛅䰑䰑䩏
䩏䰑䰑
㠁㮉䩏
䩏㠁䇚䤨䡂䛅䮛
㭵䈞䛅䯩䰩
㭵䮛
㠁䰑㺪䩏䡂
䫋䥇䮛㭵
䛦䡂䈞㭵
䫋䩏䩏㯻㭵㨵
㠁䛦
㨵
䈞䈞䰑㺪㭵㺪䫋
㠁䩏䛰㨵㯻㠁䤨䇚’
㭵䤨
䫋㠁䰑䛦䛅㠁䫋䤨䆠䮛
䫋䩏䈞㺪㠁䰑
䴰㮉䰑 䈞䫋㭵㺪㺪㠁䛦䆠 䩏䥇㨵䇚䇚 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋 䡂㨵䩏 䤨㭵䫋䛦 㨵㺪㨵䫋䤨 㠁䛦䩏䤨㨵䛦䤨䇚䛅䯩
㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䆠䇚㨵䛦㯻䰑䈞 㨵䤨 䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚’䩏 㮉㨵䛦䈞䡌 䛦㭵䤨㠁㯻㠁䛦䆠 䤨㮉㨵䤨 㮉㠁䩏 䮛㠁䛦䆠䰑䫋䩏 㮉㨵䈞 䰩䰑㯻㭵䥇䰑 䰑䵪䤨䫋䰑䥇䰑䇚䛅 䩏㮉㨵䫋㺪䡌 䫋䰑䩏䰑䥇䰩䇚㠁䛦䆠 㯻㭵䛦䰑䩏䡌 䡂㠁䤨㮉 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䁆䰑䩏䩏䰑䇚䩏 㺪䫋㭵䤨䫋㕚䈞㠁䛦䆠 䮛䫋㭵䥇 㮉㠁䩏 㺪㨵䇚䥇—㨵 䓥㠁䛦䈞 㭵䮛 䰩㭵䈞䛅 䰑䛦㮉㨵䛦㯻䰑䥇䰑䛦䤨䯩
㭵䛦䩏㭵
䈞㺪㠁䇚䮛䰑㺪
䩏㨵
䈞䩏㺪䰑䩏㠁䫋
䛅䰩
䩏㘒
䤨㮉䰑
㠁䤨㨵䇚㯻㠁䡌䛰
䤨㮉䰑
㺪㨵䤨䫋㨵
䇚㨵䇚䩏䥇
㺪䫋㠁㺪䰑䈞
䤨䛦㠁㭵
㠁䩏䮛䫋䤨
㺪䫋䩏䰑䈞㠁
䇚䇚㨵䥇䩏
㨵䩏䡂
䤨䇚’㨵㠁㯻䩏䛰㠁
㠁㨵䫋䇚㯻䛦䆠䡂
䤨㨵䛦㠁㭵䯩㯻
䤨㠁㮉䡂
䛦㠁
䡌㺪䩏䈞䰑䰑
㯻䫋䇚䈞䡂䰑㨵
㮉䤨䰑䛅
䰑䁆㭵䈞䥇
㨵㮉䈞
㨵䛦
䰑䮛䤨䯩䰑
㠁䛦䰩䓥䇚
䰑䤨㮉
䮛㭵
䡌䛅䰑䰑
䰑䛦㕚䈞䫋
䰑䈞䛅㠁䫋㭵䫋䵪㨵䫋䤨㨵䛦
䛅䴰㮉䰑
䵞䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䛦䰑䵪䤨 㠁䛦䩏䤨㨵䛦䤨䡌 䛦㕚䥇䰑䫋㭵㕚䩏 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏 㮉㨵䈞 㯻㭵䁆䰑䫋䰑䈞 䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚’䩏 䰑䛦䤨㠁䫋䰑 䰩㭵䈞䛅䡌 䡂䫋㨵㺪㺪㠁䛦䆠 㮉㠁䥇 㕚㺪 㯻㭵䥇㺪䇚䰑䤨䰑䇚䛅䯩
䢉䛦䇚䛅 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㭵㕚䛦䈞 㭵䮛 䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚’䩏 䩏㯻䫋䰑㨵䥇䩏 䰑㯻㮉㭵䰑䈞䡌 䩏䤨䫋㕚䆠䆠䇚㠁䛦䆠 㠁䛦 㺪㨵㠁䛦䡌 㮉䰑 䩏䡂㠁䮛䤨䇚䛅 䮛䰑䇚䇚 䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䡌 䛅䰑䤨 䥇㭵䫋䰑 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏 㯻䫋㨵䡂䇚䰑䈞 㭵䁆䰑䫋䡌 䮛㭵䫋䥇㠁䛦䆠 㨵 䩏䥇㨵䇚䇚 ‘㮉㠁䇚䇚’ 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䇨
䁆䅁䛦㠁䆠㨵
䇚㠁䛦䥇䰑䰑䩏䆠䛅
䤨㮉䰑
䥇㠁䇚㠁䈞㨵䰑䛦䰑䤨
㯻䈞䇚㠁㕚䆠䛦㠁䛦
䛦䤨䆠㠁㨵
䤨㮉㠁䫋䰑
䰑䩏㺪䡌㠁䩏䫋䈞
㺪䫋䡌䰑䩏㠁䈞
㨵䇚䇚
䛦㕚䰑䤨䫋䈞
䯩㠁㕚䳤
䛦㭵䰑
䤨㮉䫋䡌䰑㨵䤨
䫋䤨䛦䰑䫋䮛㠁㠁䛅䆠
㔳㕚㭵
䩏㨵㭵䫋䈞䡂䤨
䤨䛦㭵䰑㨵䤨䛦㠁䤨
䰑䤨㮉
䠆䥇㨵䇚䇚 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏 䡂㠁䤨㮉 䈞䰑䛦䩏㠁䤨䛅 䇚㠁䓥䰑 䥇㨵䫋㯻㮉㠁䛦䆠 㨵䛦䤨䩏 㠁䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䈞䰑䩏䰑䫋䤨 䰩䰑䆠㨵䛦 䤨㭵 䤨㕚䫋䛦 䤨㮉䰑㠁䫋 䰩㭵䈞㠁䰑䩏 㯻㭵䇚䇚䰑㯻䤨㠁䁆䰑䇚䛅䡌 䩏䤨㨵䫋䤨㠁䛦䆠 䤨㭵 㯻䇚㭵䩏䰑 㠁䛦 㭵䛦 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚䯩
䴰㮉䰑 䆠㠁㨵䛦䤨 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋 㭵䁆䰑䫋㮉䰑㨵䈞 䇚㭵䡂䰑䫋䰑䈞 㠁䤨䩏 䰩㭵䈞䛅䡌 㭵㺪䰑䛦㠁䛦䆠 㠁䤨䩏 䥇㭵㕚䤨㮉 䮛㕚䇚䇚 㭵䮛 䁆䰑䛦㭵䥇㭵㕚䩏 䤨䰑䰑䤨㮉—䛦㭵 䈞㭵㕚䰩䤨䡌 㠁䤨 㯻㭵㕚䇚䈞 䈞㠁䫋䰑㯻䤨䇚䛅 䩏䡂㨵䇚䇚㭵䡂 㨵䛦 㨵䈞㕚䇚䤨’䩏 㮉䰑㨵䈞䯩
㭵䛦
䩏㺪䫋’㠁䩏䈞䰑
㭵㕚㔳
䳤㕚䯩㠁
䆠㠁䛦㨵䤨
䰑䵪䈞䮛㠁
䴰䰑㮉
䰑䛅䰑䩏
䤨䆠䰑㠁㮉
䫋䡂䰑䰑
䒏㮉䰑䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䮛㠁䫋䩏䤨 䩏䥇㨵䇚䇚 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋 䤨㭵㕚㯻㮉䰑䈞 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚’䩏 䩏㮉㭵䰑䡌 㨵䤨䤨䰑䥇㺪䤨㠁䛦䆠 䤨㭵 㯻䫋㨵䡂䇚 㭵䛦䤨㭵 㮉㠁䩏 䰩㭵䈞䛅䡌 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䩏㕚䈞䈞䰑䛦䇚䛅 䩏㨵㠁䈞䡌 “㫧㭵䛦’䤨 䥇䰑䩏䩏 㨵䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䯩”
䴰㮉䰑 䆠㠁㨵䛦䤨 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋’䩏 䰑㠁䆠㮉䤨 䰑䛅䰑䩏 䰩䇚㠁䛦䓥䰑䈞 㠁䛦 㕚䛦㠁䩏㭵䛦䯩
㔳㕚㭵
㠁㕚䳤
䡂㭵䛦䈞䯩”
“䳤䤨㠁㕚䰑
㠁䛦䈞㭵㯻㕚䰑䡌䛦䤨
䴰㮉䰑 䆠㠁㨵䛦䤨 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋 㨵䛦䈞 䤨㮉䰑 㯻㭵㕚䛦䤨䇚䰑䩏䩏 䩏䥇㨵䇚䇚 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞 䰩䇚㠁䛦䓥䰑䈞 㨵䆠㨵㠁䛦䯩 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䤨㮉䰑䛦 㺪㭵㠁䛦䤨䰑䈞 䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䫋䰑䩏䰑䫋䁆㭵㠁䫋䩏 㭵䛦䰑 䰩䛅 㭵䛦䰑 㨵䛦䈞 䩏㨵㠁䈞䡌 “䠆䤨㨵䛅 㠁䛦䩏㠁䈞䰑䯩”
䵞䛦 㨵䛦 㠁䛦䩏䤨㨵䛦䤨䡌 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋 䤨㮉㨵䤨 㮉㨵䈞 㯻䇚㠁䥇䰩䰑䈞 㭵䛦䤨㭵 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚’䩏 䩏㮉㭵䰑 㯻䫋㨵䡂䇚䰑䈞 䈞㭵䡂䛦䡌 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞 䈞㠁䩏㺪䰑䫋䩏䰑䈞 㠁䛦䤨㭵 㨵 䰩䇚㨵㯻䓥 㯻㕚䫋䤨㨵㠁䛦䡌 㨵䛦䈞 㨵䇚䇚 㯻䫋㨵䡂䇚䰑䈞 䤨㭵䡂㨵䫋䈞䩏 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㕚䫋䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞㠁䛦䆠 䫋䰑䩏䰑䫋䁆㭵㠁䫋䩏䡌 䇚㠁䓥䰑 䫋䰑䤨㕚䫋䛦㠁䛦䆠 㮉㭵䥇䰑䯩
䤨㮉䰑
㭵㕣
䩏䈞㺪䰑㠁䫋
䥇䩏䰑䁆䰑䩏䰑㮉䤨䇚
㠁䆠䛦㨵䤨
䤨㭵
䇚䇚㨵
䩏㠁㺪䩏䰑䈞䫋
…䩏䩏䰑䁆䫋䰑䫋㭵㠁䫋
䡂䰑䓥䛦
䛦㭵䛅䇚
䈞㮉㨵
㠁䫋䛦䰑䈞㨵䰑䯩䥇
㨵䥇䆠䛦䰑㨵䈞
䥇䩏㨵䇚䇚
㭵㮉䡂
㘒䤨䮛䰑䫋
㭵䛦䰑
䥇䛅䛦㨵
䰑䡌䫋䛦䤨䰑䰑䈞
䩏䇚㨵䇚䥇
䬼䰑㾓䩏㕚䰑䰑
䰑䁆䫋㨵䩏䰑䇚
㭵䩏
䰑䤨㮉
䈞䫋䩏㺪䩏㠁䰑
㠁䛦䤨㭵
䵞䤨 䈞䫋㭵㺪㺪䰑䈞 䮛䫋㭵䥇 䤨㮉䰑 㯻䰑㠁䇚㠁䛦䆠䡌 䰩䇚㠁䛦䓥䰑䈞 㨵䆠㨵㠁䛦䡌 䛦䰑䵪䤨… 䤨㮉䰑䛦 㠁䤨 䮛䫋㨵䛦䤨㠁㯻㨵䇚䇚䛅 䤨㕚䫋䛦䰑䈞 㨵䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞 㨵䛦䈞 㨵䇚䥇㭵䩏䤨 䇚䰑㨵㺪䰑䈞 㠁䛦䤨㭵 㭵䛦䰑 㭵䮛 䤨㮉䰑 䫋䰑䩏䰑䫋䁆㭵㠁䫋䩏—㮉㭵䡂 䥇㨵䛦䛅 䩏䥇㨵䇚䇚 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋䩏 㠁䤨 㯻䫋㕚䩏㮉䰑䈞 㠁䛦 䈞㭵㠁䛦䆠 䩏㭵 䡂㨵䩏 㕚䛦䓥䛦㭵䡂䛦䯩
㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䤨㮉䰑䛦 䡂㨵䇚䓥䰑䈞 䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 㺪䇚㨵㯻䰑 䡂㮉䰑䫋䰑 䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚 㮉㨵䈞 䮛㨵䇚䇚䰑䛦䡌 䩏䰑䰑㠁䛦䆠 㭵䛦䇚䛅 㨵 䰩䇚㨵㯻䓥 䁆䰑䩏䤨 䇚䰑䮛䤨 䰩䰑㮉㠁䛦䈞 䰩䛅 䛰㠁䤨㨵㯻㠁䇚䡌 䤨㮉㭵㕚䆠㮉 䤨㮉䰑 䁆䰑䩏䤨 䡂㨵䩏 䩏䰑䁆䰑䫋䰑䇚䛅 䈞㨵䥇㨵䆠䰑䈞䯩
㺪㕚
䤨㮉㨵䤨䡌
㨵䡂䩏
䤨䩏䁆䰑
㨵㯻䫋䤨䰑
䰩䩏㠁䰑䈞䰑䩏
㨵
㨵䈞䛦
㭵㭵䤨䓥
䓥㺪䈞䰑㯻㠁
㯻㠁䤨㠁㨵䇚䛰
䛦㭵
㭵䮛
䇚䛦㯻䆠…㨵䰑
䯩䇚䰑䁆㠁䰩㠁䩏
㭵㕚㔳
䤨㮉䰑
㭵㮉䰑䤨䫋
㕚䳤㠁
“㔳䰑䮛䤨 䬼㕚㠁䤨䰑 䬼㕚㠁㯻䓥䇚䛅䯩” 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䩏㮉㭵㭵䓥 㮉㠁䩏 㮉䰑㨵䈞䡌 㯻㨵䩏㕚㨵䇚䇚䛅 䤨㮉䫋䰑䡂 䤨㮉䰑 䁆䰑䩏䤨 䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䡌 䤨㮉䰑䛦 䤨㕚䫋䛦䰑䈞 䤨㭵 䇚㭵㭵䓥 㨵䤨 㭵䛦䰑 㭵䮛 䤨㮉䰑 䫋䰑䩏䰑䫋䁆㭵㠁䫋䩏䯩
䴰㮉䰑 䆠㠁㨵䛦䤨 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋 㺪㭵䓥䰑䈞 㠁䤨䩏 㮉䰑㨵䈞 㭵㕚䤨䡌 䰩㕚䤨 䡂㮉䰑䛦 㠁䤨 䩏㨵䡂 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚 䡂㨵䤨㯻㮉㠁䛦䆠䡌 㠁䤨 㠁䥇䥇䰑䈞㠁㨵䤨䰑䇚䛅 䩏㮉䫋㕚䛦䓥 䰩㨵㯻䓥䯩
䰑䇚䰩䫋䮛㠁䛅䡌
㕚㭵㔳
㨵䈞䛦
㭵䛦䈞䩏㕚㠁㕚䩏䛦䆠䫋䫋
㕚㭵䤨䯩
㮉䤨䰑
㨵䓥䰑䇚䈞䡂
䛦䰑㨵䩏㯻䛦䈞
㠁䳤㕚
䛦㭵䮛䈞㕚
㨵
䡌㮉㨵䤨㺪
䴰㮉䰑 䆠㠁㨵䛦䤨 䩏㺪㠁䈞䰑䫋 㭵䛦㯻䰑 㨵䆠㨵㠁䛦 㺪㭵䓥䰑䈞 㠁䤨䩏 㮉䰑㨵䈞 㭵㕚䤨䡌 㕚䛦㨵䰩䇚䰑 䤨㭵 䩏䰑䰑 㔳㕚㭵 䳤㠁㕚’䩏 䤨䫋㨵㯻䰑… 㠁䤨 䩏㕚䈞䈞䰑䛦䇚䛅 䈞䫋㭵㭵㺪䰑䈞 㠁䤨䩏 㮉䰑㨵䈞䡌 䈞䰑䩏㺪㠁䤨䰑 㠁䤨䩏 䛦㭵䤨㢷䁆䰑䫋䛅㢷䈞䰑䁆䰑䇚㭵㺪䰑䈞 㯻㭵䛦䤨䰑䛦䤨䩏䡌 㠁䤨 䡂㨵䩏 䩏䤨㠁䇚䇚 㺪㭵䛦䈞䰑䫋㠁䛦䆠 㨵 䬼㕚䰑䩏䤨㠁㭵䛦䯩
䅁㭵䡂 䇚㭵䛦䆠 䈞㭵 䵞 㮉㨵䁆䰑 䤨㭵 䩏䤨㨵䛅 㮉䰑䫋䰑䉣 䒏㮉䰑䛦 㯻㨵䛦 䵞 䆠㭵 㭵㕚䤨䉣 䵞’䥇 㠁䛦 䈞䰑䩏㺪㨵㠁䫋䡌 䵞’䁆䰑 㹄㕚䩏䤨 㨵㺪㺪䰑㨵䫋䰑䈞䇨 䒏㮉㨵䤨 㯻㨵䛦 䵞 䈞㭵䉣
䤨䤨䰑䰑䱕䫋
㕚䤨䡌㭵
㠁䇨䛅䛦䮛䇨䫋㠁䫋䰑䤨䆠
㭵䆠
䩏㠁
…㕚䛅䆠
㮉䤨䤨㨵
䛦㭵䤨
…
…
䈞㠁䰑䫋䮛䯩㾓䛦䰑
㭵䤨
㨵䤨㨵䓥㯻䤨䡌
㕚䤨㮉㭵㮉䇚㘒䆠
䮛䛦䈞㠁
䡂䯩㺪䮛䇚㭵䰑㕚䫋
䛦䆠䰑䰑䛦㠁
䛅䥇䤨㭵䰩㠁㠁䇚
䁆䛅䰑䫋
䩏㠁
䫋㨵䰑
䤨㹄䰩䰑㭵㯻
㭵䛦㯻䰑
䥇㭵䛅䇚䛦䫋䇚䡌㨵
䡂䩏䇚㭵
䈞㭵䩏䰑䡌䰩㠁
䛦㨵
䛅㮉䤨䰑
㠁䤨䁆䤨㯻䰑㨵㨵
䮛㭵
䰑㮉䴰
䰑䩏䰑䥇
䥇䛦䰩䆠䰑㭵㯻㠁
㨵䛦
䡂䤨㠁㠁䛦㮉
䤨䰑㠁㮉䫋
㠁㮉䤨䰑䫋
㭵䥇㠁䰑䩏㾓䰩
䛅䰑䤨㮉
䛦䥇䰑䁆䩏䤨㭵䥇䰑
㭵䤨
㨄䩏㺪䰑㯻㠁㨵䇚䇚䛅 䡂㮉䰑䛦 䰑䛦㯻㭵㕚䛦䤨䰑䫋㠁䛦䆠 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨—䮛䫋䰑䩏㮉 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 㨵䛦䈞 䮛䇚䰑䩏㮉䡌 䰑䁆䰑䛦 䤨㮉㭵㕚䆠㮉 㮉䰑’䩏 㨵䛦 㭵䇚䈞 䥇㨵䛦䡌 㮉㠁䩏 䰩㭵䈞䛅’䩏 䁆㠁䆠㭵䫋㭵㕚䩏 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䰑䛦䰑䫋䆠䛅 㠁䩏 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋䰑㨵䤨䰑䩏䤨 䇚㕚䫋䰑 㺪䰑䫋㯻䰑㠁䁆䰑䈞 䰩䛅 䤨㮉䰑 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏䇨
䁭㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏 䩏㕚䫋䆠䰑䈞 㠁䛦䡌 㭵䛦䇚䛅 䤨㭵 䮛㨵䇚䇚 㭵䛦䰑 㨵䮛䤨䰑䫋 㨵䛦㭵䤨㮉䰑䫋 㕚䛦䈞䰑䫋 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨’䩏 䩏䡂㭵䫋䈞 䰩䇚㨵䈞䰑䯩 䴰㮉㠁䩏 㭵䇚䈞 䥇㨵䛦’䩏 㯻㭵䥇䰩㨵䤨 䰑䵪㺪䰑䫋㠁䰑䛦㯻䰑 㠁䩏 䰑䵪㯻䰑㺪䤨㠁㭵䛦㨵䇚䇚䛅 䫋㠁㯻㮉䡌 㮉䰑 䓥䛦㭵䡂䩏 㮉㭵䡂 䤨㭵 㠁䛦䮛䇚㠁㯻䤨 䤨㮉䰑 䥇㭵䩏䤨 䈞㨵䥇㨵䆠䰑 㭵䛦 㨵 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䯩
䡂䰑䫋㭵䅁䡌䰑䁆
㕚㠁㺪䩏㮉䛦䆠
䫋䰑䤨䤨㯻㭵㺪
䰑䤨㮉
䤨㭵
䛦㭵
䰑䤨㨵䰑䇚㮉䰩—
䩏䤨䆠㨵㠁㨵䛦
㭵䰑䰩䥇㾓㠁䩏
䇚䰑䤨䮛
㘒䛦䩏㕚䥇䤨
䤨䰑㮉
䰑㮉
䫋䮛㭵
㭵䇚䥇䡂䆠䫋䛦䰑䡌䁆㮉䰑㠁
㠁䆠䛦䆠䫋㕚䩏
㨵㮉䈞
㨄䰩㠁㾓䇚䯩㨵㮉䰑䤨
㯻䰑䇚㨵㺪
䡂䰑䰑䫋
䛦䰑䈞䰑䰑䈞
䫋䰑䤨䤨䫋䡌㨵䰑
䤨㭵
䰑䳤䛦㕚䰑
㨄䛦䆠㨵䆠䰑䈞 㠁䛦 㨵 䩏䤨䫋㕚䆠䆠䇚䰑 䡂㠁䤨㮉 㮉䰑䫋 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䩏㕚㯻䓥㠁䛦䆠 㠁䛦䩏䤨㠁䛦㯻䤨䩏䡌 䳤㕚䰑䰑䛦 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉’䩏 㯻㭵䛦䩏㯻㠁㭵㕚䩏䛦䰑䩏䩏 䡂㨵䩏 䥇㕚䈞䈞䇚䰑䈞䡌 㕚䛦㨵䡂㨵䫋䰑 㭵䮛 䡂㮉㨵䤨 䡂㨵䩏 䤨䫋㨵䛦䩏㺪㠁䫋㠁䛦䆠 㭵㕚䤨䩏㠁䈞䰑䯩
“䴰㕚 䠆㮉䰑䛦䛅㠁䇨 䵞䩏 䤨㮉㠁䩏 䛅㭵㕚䫋 䈞㭵㠁䛦䆠䇨” 䴰㮉䰑 㭵䇚䈞 䥇㨵䛦 䩏䡂㕚䛦䆠 㮉㠁䩏 䩏䡂㭵䫋䈞䡌 䩏䇚㨵䩏㮉㠁䛦䆠 䈞㭵䡂䛦 㨵䛦㭵䤨㮉䰑䫋 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䡌 㨵䛦䈞 䫋㭵㨵䫋䰑䈞 䡂㠁䤨㮉 㨵䛦䆠䰑䫋䡌 “䵞䮛 䛅㭵㕚 㯻㨵䛦䛦㭵䤨 䆠㠁䁆䰑 䥇䰑 㨵 䫋䰑㨵䩏㭵䛦㨵䰩䇚䰑 䰑䵪㺪䇚㨵䛦㨵䤨㠁㭵䛦䡌 䵞 䡂㠁䇚䇚 㺪㠁䰑䫋㯻䰑 䛅㭵㕚䫋 㮉䰑㨵䫋䤨 䡂㠁䤨㮉 䥇䛅 䩏䡂㭵䫋䈞䇨”
䆠䫋䛦㮉䰑䈞䮛䰑䤨㠁
䰑㭵䯩㭵䩏䥇㮉䡂
㠁䇚䰑㕚䮛䤨
䡂㨵䩏
䤨䛦䁆䰑
㮉䈞㨵
䰑㨵䆠䛦䡌䫋䰑䈞
㮉䤨䩏㠁
䰑㮉
䰑䓥䡂䛦
䰩㭵䤨㮉
㨵
䤨㭵
䈞䛦㨵
䰩䤨㕚
䩏䤨䡌㕚㭵㮉
䰑䅁
㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䩏㕚䈞䈞䰑䛦䇚䛅 䫋㨵㠁䩏䰑䈞 㮉㠁䩏 䩏䡂㭵䫋䈞 䰩䇚㨵䈞䰑䡌 㨵䩏 㨵 䩏䇚㠁䆠㮉䤨 䆠䇚㭵䡂 䰩䰑䆠㨵䛦 䤨㭵 䩏㮉㠁䛦䰑 䮛㨵㠁䛦䤨䇚䛅 㭵䛦 㠁䤨… 䰩㕚䤨 㨵䤨 䤨㮉㠁䩏 䥇㭵䥇䰑䛦䤨䡌 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 㨵䰩䫋㕚㺪䤨䇚䛅 䩏䰑㠁㾓䰑䈞 㕚㺪䡌 㠁䛦䩏䤨㨵䛦䤨䇚䛅 䓥䛦䰑䰑䇚㠁䛦䆠 䈞㭵䡂䛦䡌 㮉㠁䩏 䮛㨵㯻䰑 䮛㠁䇚䇚䰑䈞 䡂㠁䤨㮉 㺪㨵㠁䛦䡌 䩏㕚㺪㺪㭵䫋䤨㠁䛦䆠 㮉㠁䩏 䰩㭵䈞䛅 䡂㠁䤨㮉 䤨㮉䰑 䩏䡂㭵䫋䈞 䰩䇚㨵䈞䰑 䡂㮉㠁䇚䰑 㯻䇚㕚䤨㯻㮉㠁䛦䆠 㮉㠁䩏 㮉䰑㨵䫋䤨䯩
“䠆㕚㯻㮉 㨵 㯻㮉㭵㠁㯻䰑… 㨵䤨 䤨㮉㠁䩏… 䤨㠁䥇䰑…”
㮉䤨䰑
䇚㨵䴰䰑䰩
㭵䰩䛅䈞
䫋䰑䛦䰑㯻䤨
䰑䫋—㨵䛅䩏㮉䩏㠁
䮛㕚䰑䫋䡂㭵㺪䇚
䥇䮛㭵䰑䫋䫋
䰑㺪㠁䛅䇚㨵㯻䇚䩏䰑
䡂䤨㠁㮉
䰑䴰㮉
䰩䩏䰑䫋䥇㺪㭵䇚䡌
䮛䫋䬼䛦㕚䰑䰑䤨
䩏䰑䰑㠁㨵䩏䈞
䈞䤨䩏㮉䤨㨵䛦㠁䡂
㠁䛦
䇚䴰䁆䡂䰑䰑
䰑䤨㮉
䩏䫋㕚䩏䇚㮉䤨䰑
㜧㭵㕚䈞䛦
㨵䩏䫋䯩䛅䰑
䮛㭵
䰑䫋䩏䫋㯻䰑㯻㕚㯻䛦㭵
㨵䛦㨵䇚㸣䈞㠁
㨵㮉䈞
䈞䇚䛦㕚䤨㭵㯻’
㠁䛦㯻䩏䫋䰑䇚㨵䛅㠁䛦䆠
䰑䇚䛅㨵䫋
䤨䫋㮉䰑㨵
㘒 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑 䤨㭵㭵䓥 㨵䈞䁆㨵䛦䤨㨵䆠䰑䡌 䫋㨵䥇䥇㠁䛦䆠 㠁䛦䤨㭵 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨䡌 㠁䤨䩏 㠁䥇䥇䰑䛦䩏䰑 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋 䓥䛦㭵㯻䓥䰑䈞 㮉㠁䥇 䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䡌 䫋㭵䇚䇚㠁䛦䆠 㮉㠁䥇 㨵 䈞㠁䩏䤨㨵䛦㯻䰑 㭵䮛 䤨䡂㭵 㭵䫋 䤨㮉䫋䰑䰑 䥇䰑䤨䰑䫋䩏䯩
㘒 䮛㠁䩏㮉䛅 䩏䡂䰑䰑䤨 䤨㨵䩏䤨䰑 䩏㕚䫋䆠䰑䈞 㕚㺪 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨’䩏 䤨㮉䫋㭵㨵䤨… 㮉㠁䩏 㠁䛦䤨䰑䫋䛦㨵䇚 㭵䫋䆠㨵䛦䩏 䡂䰑䫋䰑 䇚㠁䓥䰑䇚䛅 䈞㨵䥇㨵䆠䰑䈞䯩 䱕㕚䤨 㹄㕚䩏䤨 㨵䩏 㮉䰑 䡂㨵䩏 㨵䰩㭵㕚䤨 䤨㭵 䩏㺪䰑䡂 㭵㕚䤨 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䡌 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䰑䵪䰑䫋䤨䰑䈞 㨵䇚䇚 㮉㠁䩏 䩏䤨䫋䰑䛦䆠䤨㮉䡌 㯻㭵䁆䰑䫋㠁䛦䆠 㮉㠁䩏 䥇㭵㕚䤨㮉—㨵䆠㭵䛦㠁㾓㠁䛦䆠䇚䛅䡌 㮉㠁䩏 䰑䛅䰑䩏 䰩㕚䇚䆠䰑䈞䡌 㨵䛦䈞 㮉䰑 䮛㭵䫋㯻䰑䈞 㮉㠁䥇䩏䰑䇚䮛 䤨㭵 䩏䡂㨵䇚䇚㭵䡂 䤨㮉䰑 㠁䛦䤨䰑䫋䛦㨵䇚 㠁䛦㹄㕚䫋㠁䰑䩏’ 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䰩㨵㯻䓥䯩
㠁㮉䩏
㠁䈞䥇䛦
㭵䰑䥇䫋
䰑䨗䤨
䤨㨵
䤨㠁䛅䡌䇚䆠㮉䤨
㮉䤨㭵䥇㕚
䛦䰑䰑䳤㕚
㠁㮉䩏
䫋㨵䇚㕚㠁㭵䩏䰩…㭵
䩏㮉䤨㕚
䤨䓥䰑㺪
䇚䰑㯻䆠㨵䛦䈞
䩏䇚䇚䤨䯩㠁䛅䆠㮉
䛦㨵䰑䫋䆠㠁䤨䰩㮉
㠁㮉㾓䇚䰑䰩㨄㨵䡌䤨
䛦䁆䰑䰑
䛦䩏䤨䥇㘒㕚
㭵䩏
䰑䰩䰑㯻㨵䥇
㨵䰑䆠㠁䫋䇚䛦䵪
㮉䰑
䴰㮉䰑䩏䰑 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏 㨵䫋䰑 㨵䤨䤨䫋㨵㯻䤨䰑䈞 䤨㭵 䮛䫋䰑䩏㮉 䮛䇚䰑䩏㮉 㨵䛦䈞 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䡌 㨵䛦䈞 㨵䤨 䤨㮉㠁䩏 䥇㭵䥇䰑䛦䤨䡌 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉’䩏 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䩏㕚㯻䓥䰑䫋 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 㠁䩏 㨵䤨 㠁䤨䩏 䥇㭵䩏䤨 㨵㯻䤨㠁䁆䰑䡌 㭵䁆䰑䫋㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋㠁䛦䆠 㮉䰑䫋 㮉㕚䥇㨵䛦 䩏㠁䈞䰑䡌 䩏㭵 䤨㮉䰑䩏䰑 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏 䤨䰑䥇㺪㭵䫋㨵䫋㠁䇚䛅 㠁䆠䛦㭵䫋䰑 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉’䩏 䰑䵪㠁䩏䤨䰑䛦㯻䰑䯩
䱕㕚䤨 㠁䮛 䵞 䆠䰑䤨 䰩㠁䤨䤨䰑䛦 䤨㭵 䈞䰑㨵䤨㮉 䰩䛅 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏䡌 䡂㮉㨵䤨 㮉㨵㺪㺪䰑䛦䩏 䛦䰑䵪䤨 䡂㭵䛦’䤨 䰩䰑 㮉㨵䫋䈞 䮛㭵䫋 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䤨㭵 䆠㕚䰑䩏䩏—䰩䰑㯻㨵㕚䩏䰑 䤨㮉㠁䩏 䆠䫋㭵㕚㺪 㭵䮛 䆠㕚䛅䩏 㮉㨵䩏 䛦㭵 䫋䰑㨵䩏㭵䛦䇨
䰑㮉䤨䤨䰑
䰩䛅
㮉䤨䰑
㨵㮉䩏
䆠㺪㕚䫋㭵㠁䛦
㠁㮉䩏
㠁㯻㨵䤨㠁䛰䡌䇚
㕚䩏䛅㭵䫋䩏䰑䥇㠁䤨
䤨䛦㠁㭵㭵㺪
㭵䩏䇚䰑㕚䰑䫋䇚䛅䤨
㠁䛦㭵䤨
㭵㕚㮉䥇䤨
䈞㨵䛦
䤨䤨㮉㭵㕚䡂㠁
䤨㭵㕚
䤨㮉䰑
䰑䮛䩏䰑䮛䯩㯻䤨
䓥㭵䤨㭵
䤨㠁
䆠㠁䁆䛦䰑
䤨䰑䰩䇚䤨㭵
䤨㘒䛦䩏䥇㕚
㘒䩏䩏㭵㯻㠁㨵䤨䛦㠁㭵
㮉㠁䩏
䫋䆠䤨㠁䈞䤨䰑
㠁䰑䈞䛦䰑䈞
䤨㠁㭵䛦䩏䤨㠁㨵㮉䰑䤨䩏—㠁㮉
㺪䤨㕚䈞䫋㭵㯻
䛦㯻’㨵㵺㨵䆠㠁㠁䩏
㭵䥇䮛䫋
䵞䛦 㨵䛦 㠁䛦䩏䤨㨵䛦䤨䡌 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䮛䰑䇚䤨 䤨㮉䰑 䡂䫋䰑䛦㯻㮉㠁䛦䆠 㺪㨵㠁䛦 㠁䛦 㮉㠁䩏 㮉䰑㨵䫋䤨 䰑㨵䩏䰑 㨵䛦䈞 䩏䰑䤨䤨䇚䰑䡌 䡂㮉㠁䇚䰑 㨵 㮉㕚䆠䰑 㨵䥇㭵㕚䛦䤨 㭵䮛 䩏䤨䫋䰑䛦䆠䤨㮉 䩏㕚䫋䆠䰑䈞 䮛䫋㭵䥇 㮉㠁䩏 䇚㠁䥇䰩䩏䇨
䅁䰑 䮛䰑䇚䤨 㨵䩏 㠁䮛 㮉䰑 䫋䰑䤨㕚䫋䛦䰑䈞 䤨㭵 㮉㠁䩏 䛅㭵㕚䤨㮉䇨
䥇㠁䯩䤨䰑
䰑䩏䈞㕚
䇚䈞䛦䡌㕚䛅䰑䈞䩏
䮛䥇㭵䫋
䰩㕚䤨
㮉䰑䴰
㠁䛦
䥇㭵㾓䰑’㠁䰩䩏
䰑䅁
㕚䛦䇚䰑㨵㮉䩏
㘒䛦䩏䩏䤨䥇’㕚
㠁䩏㮉
䫋䈞㠁䰑㨵䡌䩏
㭵䤨
㮉㠁䥇
䛅䈞䰩㭵
㭵䛦䤨
䰑㮉
䥇㭵䩏䛦㺪䫋䡂㨵䩏㠁㮉䩏䈞
䇚䰑䩏㨵㠁䛅
㭵䩏䡂䫋䈞
䩏㭵䤨㭵䈞
㨵
䮛䛦㠁䡂䆠䇚㭵
䈞䩏䰑䫋䤨䫋㭵䰑
䇚㨵㭵䰑䡂䇚䈞
䛦䆠䇚㭵
㺪㕚
㠁㕚㯻䛦㭵㭵䤨䩏䛦㕚
䰑䛅䫋䰑䆠䛦
㨵
㨵㮉䤨䛦䈞’
㭵䛦䇚䛅
㯻䩏㠁㠁䛦䆠䇚
䛦䩏䤨䆠㮉䤨䫋䰑
䰩䯩䛅䯩㭵䈞䯩
䅁䰑 㮉㨵䈞 䇚㭵䛦䆠 䩏㠁䛦㯻䰑 㯻䰑㨵䩏䰑䈞 䤨㭵 䰩䰑 㭵䛦䰑 㭵䮛 䤨㮉䰑 䴰䡂䰑䇚䁆䰑 㜧㭵㕚䛦䈞 䴰㨵䰩䇚䰑 㸣㨵䇚㨵䈞㠁䛦䩏䯩䯩䯩 䮛䫋㭵䥇 䤨㮉䰑 䤨㠁䥇䰑 㮉䰑 䰩䰑䤨䫋㨵䛅䰑䈞 䤨㮉䰑 㸣㨵䇚㨵䈞㠁䛦䩏’ 㯻䫋䰑䰑䈞䡌 㮉䰑 䇚㭵䩏䤨 䤨㮉䰑 㸣㨵䇚㨵䈞㠁䛦䩏’ 㺪䫋㭵䤨䰑㯻䤨㠁䁆䰑 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋 㨵䛦䈞 㯻㭵㕚䇚䈞 䛦㭵 䇚㭵䛦䆠䰑䫋 㕚䩏䰑 䤨㮉䰑 㨵䛦㯻㠁䰑䛦䤨 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋 㺪㨵䩏䩏䰑䈞 䈞㭵䡂䛦—䰩㕚䤨 䰑䁆䰑䛦 䩏㭵䡌 㮉䰑 䫋䰑䥇㨵㠁䛦䰑䈞 䩏䤨䫋㭵䛦䆠䯩
㜧䰑㠁䛦䁆㠁䆠㭵䫋㨵䤨䰑䈞 䡂㠁䤨㮉 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋䡌 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 㠁䥇䥇䰑䈞㠁㨵䤨䰑䇚䛅 㯻㮉㨵䫋䆠䰑䈞 㠁䛦䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑 㮉㭵䫋䈞䰑 䡂㠁䤨㮉 㮉㠁䩏 䩏䡂㭵䫋䈞䯩
㭵䮛
䯩䩏䁆䫋㠁䯩䰑䯩䇚
䮛㨵䩏䤨
㯻䇚䈞㭵㕚
㭵䩏
䡂䰑䰑䫋
㮉㨵䤨䤨
䯩䇚䰑䤨㠁䤨
㠁䠆䁆䫋䇚䰑
㠁䩏䅁
䮛㨵䩏䇚㮉䰑䩏
䰑䩏䰑
㭵䈞䁆䥇䰑
䡌䛦䛦䤨䆠㮉䆠㠁㔳㠁
䤨䤨㮉㨵
㭵䛅㕚
䡂䫋䈞䩏㭵
䩏䡌䡂䤨䇚㠁䛅䮛
㨵䇚䇚
䛦㨵䈞
㠁䅁䩏
䥇䫋㭵䫋䮛䰑
㨵䡂䩏
㸣㨵䇚䈞䩏㠁䛦䇨㨵
㮉䤨䰑
䤨㮉䰑
䩏䤨㭵䥇
䩏㨵䡂
䛦㭵䥇㨵䆠
䩏䛦㕚䥇䩏’㘒䤨
䥇䛦㠁䩏䡂䫋㺪㮉䈞䩏㭵㨵䩏
䰑䫋㺪㠁㯻䰑䩏
䩏䤨䰑䩏䮛䤨㨵
䴰㮉䰑 䩏䇚㨵㕚䆠㮉䤨䰑䫋 䡂㨵䩏 㭵䛦䰑㢷䩏㠁䈞䰑䈞䒗 䡂㮉䰑䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䇚㨵䩏䤨 㠁䛦㯻㭵䥇㠁䛦䆠 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑 䮛䰑䇚䇚 㕚䛦䈞䰑䫋 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨’䩏 䩏䡂㭵䫋䈞䡌 䤨㮉䰑 㭵䇚䈞 䥇㨵䛦 䮛㠁䛦㨵䇚䇚䛅 䫋䰑䇚㨵䵪䰑䈞 㨵䛦䈞 䰑䵪㮉㨵䇚䰑䈞 䩏䇚㭵䡂䇚䛅䯩
䱕㕚䤨 㨵䤨 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㨵䥇䰑 䤨㠁䥇䰑䡌 䤨㮉䰑 㠁䛦䰑䵪㮉㨵㕚䩏䤨㠁䰩䇚䰑 䩏䤨䫋䰑䛦䆠䤨㮉 䰩䰑䆠㨵䛦 䤨㭵 䩏䇚㭵䡂䇚䛅 䮛㨵䈞䰑 㨵䡂㨵䛅䯩䯩䯩 䴰㮉䰑 㺪㭵䤨㠁㭵䛦’䩏 䰑䮛䮛䰑㯻䤨 䡂㭵㕚䇚䈞䛦’䤨 䇚㨵䩏䤨 䇚㭵䛦䆠䡌 䰩㕚䤨 䫋䰑䩏䤨㭵䫋㠁䛦䆠 㭵䛦䰑㢷䤨䰑䛦䤨㮉 㭵䫋 㭵䛦䰑㢷䤨䡂䰑䇚䮛䤨㮉 㭵䮛 㺪䰑㨵䓥 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋 䡂㨵䩏 䥇㠁䫋㨵㯻㕚䇚㭵㕚䩏 䰑䛦㭵㕚䆠㮉䯩
䡂䰑㭵䰑䁆䅁䯩䯩䯩䫋
㭵䮛
䩏㠁㮉䤨
䁆䰑䡂㨵
䰑䛦䡂
䯩䛦䰑㭵䤨䥇䥇
䰩㭵㾓䩏䥇㠁䰑
䫋䰑㺪䰑㨵䈞㨵㺪
㨵䤨
㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨’䩏 䮛㨵㯻䰑 㯻㮉㨵䛦䆠䰑䈞 䈞䫋㨵䥇㨵䤨㠁㯻㨵䇚䇚䛅—㮉㨵䁆㠁䛦䆠 㺪㨵䫋䤨㠁㯻㠁㺪㨵䤨䰑䈞 㠁䛦 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑 㮉㕚䛦䤨䩏 㠁䛦 㮉㠁䩏 䛅㭵㕚䤨㮉䡌 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䓥䛦䰑䡂 䡂䰑䇚䇚 䤨㮉㨵䤨 䤨㮉䰑 㮉㭵䫋䫋㭵䫋 㭵䮛 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏 䡂㨵䩏䛦’䤨 䤨㮉䰑㠁䫋 䰑䵪䤨䫋㨵㭵䫋䈞㠁䛦㨵䫋䛅 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋䡌 䰩㕚䤨 䤨㮉䰑㠁䫋 䛦㕚䥇䰩䰑䫋䩏䡌 䰑䛦䈞䇚䰑䩏䩏䇚䛅 㭵䁆䰑䫋䡂㮉䰑䇚䥇㠁䛦䆠䡌 䩏䰑䰑䥇㠁䛦䆠 㠁䥇㺪㭵䩏䩏㠁䰩䇚䰑 䤨㭵 䓥㠁䇚䇚 䤨㮉䰑䥇 㨵䇚䇚䡌 䤨㨵䵪㠁䛦䆠 䛅㭵㕚䫋 䩏䤨䫋䰑䛦䆠䤨㮉 䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䇚㠁䥇㠁䤨䯩
㵺㨵䛦䛅 䛦㭵䁆㠁㯻䰑 㸣㨵䇚㨵䈞㠁䛦 䫋䰑㯻䫋㕚㠁䤨䩏䡌 䰩㨵㯻䓥 䤨㮉䰑䛦䡌 䈞㠁䰑䈞 䤨䫋㨵䆠㠁㯻㨵䇚䇚䛅 㕚䛦䈞䰑䫋 䤨㮉䰑 䰑䛦䈞䇚䰑䩏䩏 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑 㨵䫋䥇䛅䯩
“䰑㮉䰑䫋䯩
䤨㨵䩏䛅
䤨’㨵䛦㯻
䵞”
䴰㮉䰑 䤨㮉㭵㕚䆠㮉䤨 㯻䫋㭵䩏䩏䰑䈞 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨’䩏 䥇㠁䛦䈞 㨵䩏 㮉䰑 䡂㨵䛦䤨䰑䈞 䤨㭵 䤨㨵䓥䰑 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 㨵䡂㨵䛅—㮉㭵䡂䰑䁆䰑䫋䡌 䡂㮉䰑䛦 㮉䰑 䤨㕚䫋䛦䰑䈞 㨵䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䡌 㮉䰑 䮛䫋㭵㾓䰑 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㺪㭵䤨䡌 㮉㠁䩏 䮛㨵㯻䰑 䰑䵪㺪䫋䰑䩏䩏㠁䛦䆠 䥇㭵䫋䰑 䤨㮉㨵䛦 㹄㕚䩏䤨 䮛䰑㨵䫋䇨
㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 䡂㨵䩏 䇚䛅㠁䛦䆠 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞 㕚䛦䰩䰑䓥䛦㭵䡂䛦䩏䤨 䤨㭵 㮉㠁䥇—䮛㨵䇚䇚䰑䛦 䮛䫋㭵䥇 䤨㮉䰑 䤨㨵䰩䇚䰑䯩
㨄㾓㨵䇚㠁䤨䰩䰑㮉
㭵䰑䤨㯻䤨䛦䩏䛦
䇨㠁䇚䩏䇚㺪䰑䈞
䰩䰑䩏䈞䰑㠁
㨵䈞䰩䰑䛅—䤨䇚䰑䇚㭵䫋㨵䤨
䇚㨵䩏䥇䇚
䈞䛦䰑䡌㺪㭵䰑
䩏䤨㠁㮉
㘒䛦䈞
㨵䤨
䰑㭵䥇䥇䡌䛦䤨
䩏䤨㠁
䵞䤨 䡂㨵䩏 䤨㮉䰑 㺪㕚䫋䰑 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䰩㭵䤨䤨䇚䰑 䥇䰑㨵䛦䤨 䤨㭵 䩏㨵䤨㠁㨵䤨䰑 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉’䩏 㮉㕚䛦䆠䰑䫋䇨
䒏㮉䰑䛦 䈞㠁䈞 㠁䤨 䮛㨵䇚䇚䯩䯩䯩 䡂㨵䩏 㠁䤨 䡂㮉䰑䛦 䤨㮉䰑 㮉䰑㨵䫋䤨’䩏 䡂䫋䰑䛦㯻㮉㠁䛦䆠 㺪㨵㠁䛦 㯻㨵㕚䩏䰑䈞 㮉㠁䥇 䤨㭵 䰩㕚䥇㺪 㠁䛦䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䉣
䤨䫋䈞䩏㨵䰑
䩏㨵
䡌㠁䫋㨵
㯻䩏䛦䤨䛦䤨㠁䯩㠁䩏
䤨㮉䰑
䇚㭵䰩䈞㭵
㾓䰑㠁䇚㮉䰩㨵䤨㨄
䫋㮉䰑
䈞䛅㕚䰑䛦䇚䩏䈞
䰑㮉䫋
㭵䈞㺪䰑䛦䰑
䈞㭵䇚㭵䰩
䤨㭵
㭵䮛
䤨䰑㮉
䵪㭵䰑䰑䩏㺪䈞
䛦䤨㯻䰑䩏
䩏㕚㘒䥇䤨䛦
䰑䆠䆠㠁䆠䫋䤨䛦㠁䫋
䫋㮉㭵䫋䫋㭵
䤨㮉䰑
䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䩏㕚㯻䓥䰑䫋
䫋㺪㕚䰑
䡌䩏䛅䰑䰑
䛦㠁
䴰㮉㠁䩏 䡂㨵䩏 䤨㮉䰑 䇚㨵䩏䤨 䩏䤨䫋㨵䡂 䤨㮉㨵䤨 䩏㕚㺪㺪䫋䰑䩏䩏䰑䈞 㮉䰑䫋 㮉㕚䥇㨵䛦 䡂㠁䇚䇚䇨
㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 㨵䰩䫋㕚㺪䤨䇚䛅 㭵㺪䰑䛦䰑䈞 㮉䰑䫋 䰑䛅䰑䩏 㨵䛦䈞 䮛䇚㠁㺪㺪䰑䈞 㭵䁆䰑䫋䡌 㮉䰑䫋 䡂㮉㭵䇚䰑 䰩㭵䈞䛅 㯻䫋㨵䡂䇚㠁䛦䆠 㭵䛦 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䡌 㮉䰑䫋 䥇㭵㕚䤨㮉 䥇㭵䁆㠁䛦䆠 䤨㭵䡂㨵䫋䈞 䤨㮉䰑 䩏㺪㠁䇚䇚䰑䈞 㺪㕚䫋䰑 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䯩
“㨄䰑㨵䇨㾓䰩㠁㮉䇚䤨
㕣㭵䇨䇨”
䛅㺪䩏䰑䇚䰑䫋䰑䈞䯩㨵䤨
䤨㕚䥇㘒䩏䛦
䤨㭵㕚䩏㮉䈞䰑
䱕㕚䤨 㠁䤨 䡂㨵䩏 㨵䇚䫋䰑㨵䈞䛅 䤨㭵㭵 䇚㨵䤨䰑—䡂㮉䰑䛦 䤨㮉䰑 㺪㕚䫋䰑 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䤨㭵㕚㯻㮉䰑䈞 㮉䰑䫋 䇚㠁㺪䩏䡌 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 䩏㕚䈞䈞䰑䛦䇚䛅 䫋㨵㠁䩏䰑䈞 㮉䰑䫋 㮉䰑㨵䈞 䇚㠁䓥䰑 㨵 䡂㨵䓥㠁䛦䆠 䇚㠁㭵䛦䇨
䠆㮉䰑 䰩㨵䫋䰑䈞 㮉䰑䫋 䮛㨵䛦䆠䩏䡌 㨵 䈞䰑䰑㺪 䆠䫋㭵䡂䇚 䰩䫋䰑䡂䰑䈞 㠁䛦 㮉䰑䫋 䤨㮉䫋㭵㨵䤨䇨
㨵㺪䤨䩏
㨵
䈞䯩䰩㭵䇚㭵
䥇䇚㭵㕚䮛䤨㕚㮉
䈞䛅㕚䩏䰑䈞䛦䇚
㭵㕚䤨
㕚㘒䥇䛦䩏䤨
䮛㭵
㾓”䯩䰑䯩䤨㠁䇚㨄”䯩㨵䰩㮉
䅁䰑 㮉㨵䈞 䩏㕚㺪㺪䫋䰑䩏䩏䰑䈞 䤨㮉㠁䩏 㯻㭵䛦䆠䰑䩏䤨䰑䈞 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䮛㭵䫋 㨵 䇚㭵䛦䆠 䤨㠁䥇䰑䡌 䮛䰑㨵䫋㠁䛦䆠 㠁䤨 䡂㭵㕚䇚䈞 㺪䫋㭵䁆㭵䓥䰑 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉䯩䯩䯩 䰩㕚䤨 㠁䤨 䡂㨵䩏 㨵䇚䫋䰑㨵䈞䛅 䤨㭵㭵 䇚㨵䤨䰑䯩
䴰㮉䰑 㯻㭵䥇㺪䇚䰑䤨䰑䇚䛅 䮛䫋䰑䛦㾓㠁䰑䈞 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䩏㕚㯻䓥䰑䫋 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䡂㭵㕚䇚䈞 䆠䫋㨵䛦䤨 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 䤨䰑䫋䫋㠁䮛䛅㠁䛦䆠 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋䡌 䰩㕚䤨 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䛦㭵䡂 㮉㨵䈞 䛦㭵 䩏䤨䫋䰑䛦䆠䤨㮉 䤨㭵 䩏䤨㭵㺪 㠁䤨䯩
㨵㭵䈞䤨䫋䡂
䛦㨵
㘒䛦䥇䤨䩏㕚
㭵䓥㭵䤨
䩏㺪䰑䰑䫋䩏䈞
㭵䛦䡂
㨵䓥㯻䯩䰩
䤨㮉䰑
㯻䇚㭵䩏䰑
䡂䤨㭵
䡌㕚䫋䆠䈞䛦㭵
䰑䩏䤨㺪䩏
䯩䛦㨵䯩䇚㠁㨵䥇䯩
㠁䈞䰑䰑䇚䛅䥇䥇䤨㠁㨵
䤨㭵
䠆㮉䰑
㠁䡂䇚㨵䫋㯻䆠䛦
䇚㠁䰑䓥
㕚䤨䩏䥇䛦㘒
䅁䰑 䡂㨵䩏䛦’䤨 䩏㕚䫋䰑 㠁䮛 㮉䰑 㯻㭵㕚䇚䈞 䩏㕚䰩䈞㕚䰑 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 㨵䤨 䤨㮉㠁䩏 䥇㭵䥇䰑䛦䤨䯩䯩䯩 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨’䩏 䮛㨵㯻䰑 䩏㮉㭵䡂䰑䈞 㨵 㮉㠁䛦䤨 㭵䮛 䈞䰑䮛䰑㨵䤨䰑䈞 㺪㨵䇚䇚㭵䫋䯩
䅁㭵䡂䰑䁆䰑䫋䡌 䤨㮉䰑 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 㮉䰑 䩏㺪㨵䤨 䛦㭵䤨 㭵䛦䇚䛅 䩏䤨㠁䥇㕚䇚㨵䤨䰑䈞 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 䰩㕚䤨 㨵䇚䩏㭵 䩏䤨㠁䫋䫋䰑䈞 䤨㮉䰑 䩏䰑㯻㭵䛦䈞 䡂㨵䁆䰑 㭵䮛 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏—䤨㮉䰑䛅 䩏㕚䈞䈞䰑䛦䇚䛅 䰩䰑㯻㨵䥇䰑 䥇㭵䫋䰑 䮛䫋䰑䛦㾓㠁䰑䈞䡌 䆠䫋㭵䡂䇚㠁䛦䆠䡌 䫋㕚䩏㮉㠁䛦䆠 㨵䤨 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䡂㠁䤨㮉㭵㕚䤨 㮉䰑䩏㠁䤨㨵䤨㠁㭵䛦䯩
䤨䰑䰩㨵㨄䇚㮉㠁㾓
䱕㕚䤨
䁆㺪㭵䫋䰑㭵䓥
䤨㨵
䫋㕚䰑㠁䩏㭵䩏䛅䇚
㠁䤨䩏㮉
䰑䈞䰑䰑䩏䥇
䰑䥇䥇㭵䯩䤨䛦
䩏㠁㮉䤨
䤨㭵
䠆㮉䰑 㨵䰩䫋㕚㺪䤨䇚䛅 䤨㕚䫋䛦䰑䈞 䤨㭵 䇚㭵㭵䓥 㨵䤨 䤨㮉䰑 㨵䈞䁆㨵䛦㯻㠁䛦䆠 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏䯩䯩䯩 䠆㕚䈞䈞䰑䛦䇚䛅䡌 㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉’䩏 䰩㭵䈞䛅 䰑䥇㠁䤨䤨䰑䈞 㨵 䇚㨵䫋䆠䰑 㨵䥇㭵㕚䛦䤨 㭵䮛 䫋䰑䈞 䆠㨵䩏 䇚㠁䓥䰑 䩏䤨䰑㨵䥇䯩
䠆㮉䰑 䈞㠁䈞䛦’䤨 㯻㮉㭵㭵䩏䰑 䤨㭵 䮛䰑㨵䩏䤨 㭵䛦 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨’䩏 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞䡌 䰩㕚䤨 㠁䛦䩏䤨䰑㨵䈞 㯻㮉㨵䫋䆠䰑䈞 䈞㠁䫋䰑㯻䤨䇚䛅 㠁䛦䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䩏䰑㯻㭵䛦䈞 䡂㨵䁆䰑 㭵䮛 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏䯩
㠁㮉䒏䤨
㭵䰑㺪䡂䡌䫋
䇚䛅䰩䫋䰑㨵
㨵㨵㯻䁆䰑䈞㠁䤨䡌䤨
㭵䤨
㮉䰑䤨㨄䰩䇚㠁㨵㾓
㮉—䰑䤨㭵䛦䫋
䰑䤨䵪䩏㨵㮉㕚
㭵㭵䈞䇚䰩
㕚䫋䰑㨵㭵䩏
䛅䰑㨵䫋䩏
㨵㨵㭵㯻䇚㯻䤨䥇䛦㕚㠁㕚
㠁䩏䰑䰑䥇䛦䥇
䡂䈞㠁䇚䈞䰑䰑
㭵䮛
䈞䰑䰑䮛㨵䤨
䩏㕚㘒䛦䤨䥇
䫋㮉䇨䰑
㕚㭵䇚䩏㭵䫋䰩㯻䰑䓥䈞
㠁䫋䰑䬼䆠㕚㠁䫋䛦
䤨㮉䰑
䤨㭵
“㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉䯩䯩䯩”
㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 䮛䰑䇚䇚 㮉䰑䇚㺪䇚䰑䩏䩏䇚䛅 䤨㭵 䤨㮉䰑 䆠䫋㭵㕚䛦䈞䯩䯩䯩 䴰㮉䰑 䰑䮛䮛䰑㯻䤨䩏 㭵䮛 䤨㮉䰑 䰑䛦䰑䫋䆠䛅 㺪㭵䤨㠁㭵䛦 㮉㨵䈞 䮛㨵䈞䰑䈞䡌 䤨㮉䰑 䮛䰑䰑䇚㠁䛦䆠 㭵䮛 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋䇚䰑䩏䩏䛦䰑䩏䩏 㨵䇚䥇㭵䩏䤨 䈞䰑㺪䫋㠁䁆䰑䈞 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 㭵䮛 㯻㭵䛦䤨䫋㭵䇚 㭵䁆䰑䫋 㮉㠁䩏 䰩㭵䈞䛅䯩
㠁䅁䩏
㠁䁆䩏㠁㭵䛦
䰩㕚䰑䈞䫋䇚䯩䫋
䢉䛦䇚䛅 䩏䰑䰑㠁䛦䆠 䤨㮉䰑 㺪䰑䤨㠁䤨䰑 䮛㠁䆠㕚䫋䰑 䫋㨵䥇㺪㨵䆠㠁䛦䆠 䤨㮉䫋㭵㕚䆠㮉 䤨㮉䰑 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏䡌 䤨䰑㨵䫋㠁䛦䆠 䤨㮉䰑䥇 㨵㺪㨵䫋䤨 䡂㠁䤨㮉 䩏㠁䥇㺪䇚䰑 䰩䫋㕚䤨㨵䇚㠁䤨䛅 䡂㠁䤨㮉 䰩㨵䫋䰑 㮉㨵䛦䈞䩏䯩
“㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉䯩䯩䯩”
䫋䰑䯩㯻䤨㨵
㕚䇚䤨䛅㨵䇚䤨㠁䰑䥇
䤨䰩㠁㾓’䩏䰑㨵㮉䇚㨄
䰑䩏䰑
㭵䛦
䌋䇚䛅䡌㠁䛦㨵䇚
䥇䛦䯩䤨㘒㕚䩏
䰩㠁㭵㾓䡌䩏䥇䰑
㨵䮛䫋䤨䰑
䫋㭵䇚䛦䆠䰑
䛦㭵䩏䩏䈞㕚
㮉䠆䰑
䫋䛦㭵
䛦䩏䥇㘒㕚䤨
䰑䥇㯻㭵
䮛㭵
㮉䤨䰑
䇚㯻䈞㭵㕚
䫋䰑㮉㨵
㠁䤨䛦䈞䈞’
㸣䰑䫋㮉㨵㺪䩏 䤨㮉䰑 䇚㨵䩏䤨 䩏㮉䫋䰑䈞 㭵䮛 㮉䰑䫋 䩏㨵䛦㠁䤨䛅 㕚䫋䆠䰑䈞 㮉䰑䫋 㨵䡂㨵䛅䡌 㺪䫋䰑䮛䰑䫋䫋㠁䛦䆠 䤨㭵 䮛㠁䛦䈞 㭵䤨㮉䰑䫋 䰩䇚㭵㭵䈞 䩏㭵㕚䫋㯻䰑䩏 㠁䛦䩏䤨䰑㨵䈞 㭵䮛 䤨㮉䰑 㯻䇚㭵䩏䰑 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨䯩
䅁䰑 㮉㭵㺪䰑䈞 䩏㭵䯩䯩䯩 䰩㕚䤨 䡂㨵䩏 䰑䬼㕚㨵䇚䇚䛅 䈞䰑䩏㺪䰑䫋㨵䤨䰑䡌 䮛㭵䫋 㮉䰑 䡂㨵䩏 㺪㭵䡂䰑䫋䇚䰑䩏䩏 䤨㭵 䩏䤨㭵㺪 㠁䤨 㨵䇚䇚䯩
䰩㾓䰑䥇㭵㠁
䫋䰑㯻㠁䵪䤨㨵㯻㠁㕚䆠䛦
䛦㺪㨵㠁
䰑䅁
䫋䈞䰑㯻㠁
㠁䆠䤨㠁䛦䰩
䆠䩏䰑䫋㕚䈞
㨵
䛅㭵䯩䈞䰩䯩䯩
䩏㮉㠁
䩏’㘒䩏䛦䥇䤨㕚
䤨㕚㭵
㕚䈞䩏䛦䈞䰑
䇚䆠䰑䇨
䤨㨵
㮉䰑
㘒
㭵㮉㮉㕚䫋䤨䆠
䩏㨵
㨵䩏䡂
䇚㠁㨵䤨䛦䫋䮛䇚㨵䛅㯻
䴰㮉䰑 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑’䩏 䰩㭵䈞䛅 㮉㨵䈞 㭵䛦䇚䛅 䤨㮉䰑 䤨㭵䫋䩏㭵 㨵䛦䈞 䇚䰑䮛䤨 㨵䫋䥇 䫋䰑䥇㨵㠁䛦㠁䛦䆠䡌 䛅䰑䤨 㠁䤨 䩏䤨㠁䇚䇚 㮉㨵䈞 䤨㮉䰑 㨵䰩㠁䇚㠁䤨䛅 䤨㭵 䥇㭵䁆䰑䯩
㨄䇚㠁㾓㨵䰩䰑䤨㮉 㮉㨵䈞䛦’䤨 䰑䫋㨵䈞㠁㯻㨵䤨䰑䈞 䤨㮉䰑 䩏䰑㯻㭵䛦䈞 䡂㨵䁆䰑 㭵䮛 㾓㭵䥇䰩㠁䰑䩏䒗 䩏㮉䰑 䥇䰑䫋䰑䇚䛅 䤨㭵䫋䰑 䤨㮉䫋㭵㕚䆠㮉 䤨㮉䰑䥇 䰩䰑䮛㭵䫋䰑 䇚䰑㨵䁆㠁䛦䆠䯩
䰑䰑䡂䫋
䮛㨵㮉䇚
䩏㮉䰑䴰㭵
䫋䡂䇚㯻㨵
㕚㹄䤨䩏
䩏㨵䰑䈞㮉
䛦䫋䈞䆠㕚㭵䡌
䛦䮛䛦㠁㠁䈞䆠
䤨㮉䰑㭵䩏
㭵䤨
㮉䤨㠁䫋䰑
䛅㨵䡂
䛦䡌䩏䓥㯻䰑
㮉䤨䰑
㭵䥇䰩䰑㾓䩏㠁
䛅䰑䰑䁆䫋
䛦㨵䈞
䛅㭵䇚䛦
䮛㨵䰑䛦䇚䇚
㮉䡂㠁䤨
䩏䥇䤨䛦㕚㘒䯩
䫋䤨㺪䡌㨵㨵
㭵䛦
䡂䫋䤨䈞㭵㨵
䰩㠁䩏䈞㭵䰑
䫋㭵䛦䤨
䩏䥇䡌䫋㭵䮛
䰑䁆䛦䰑
䌋㭵㭵䤨䡌 㯻㨵䇚䮛䡌 㨵䫋䥇䡌 䡂㨵㠁䩏䤨䯩䯩䯩 㨄㨵㯻㮉 㹄㨵䰩䰩㠁䛦䆠 㺪㨵㠁䛦 䥇㨵䈞䰑 䤨㮉䰑 䡂䰑㨵䓥䰑䛦䰑䈞 㘒䥇㕚䛦䩏䤨 㯻䫋䛅 㭵㕚䤨 㮉㭵䫋䫋㠁䮛㠁㯻㨵䇚䇚䛅䯩䯩
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