Chapter 921: Chapter 165: Positive Infinity
Bang—Rumble—Bang!
The Alfa Romeo’s body rolled down the mountain cliff, finally crashing into a pile of scrap metal at the bottom.
Thick black smoke rose from the bottom of the cliff.
In a small lookout tower on the nearby Mountainous Road, a man was turning the night vision goggles in his hand. The lens, tinged with pale green, still captured the burning flames below the cliff.
The man watched for a while longer and finally nodded.
He put down the night vision goggles and took out his phone.
“Boss, it’s done, the car has exploded,” the man said, suddenly pressing a button.
A distant explosion was heard again… This time, it was the Hennessey Venom that had already been wrecked by Song Ying’s driving skills.
The man let out a malicious laugh.
Because it was a satisfying feeling to blow up a supercar in an instant! Explosion is romance; there’s no doubt about it!
“No loose ends left behind?” Asked the voice on the other end of the phone, slightly anxious.
“Boss, I think the goddess of luck must be favoring you,” the man chuckled. “Just before I acted, a group of punks came out of nowhere, driving up in a few cars to intercept Song Ying…”
The man recounted roughly what he saw from afar, “Though we don’t know who these people are, appearing at this moment provides us with additional cover. With this, we have far less to do, perhaps nothing at all, since the Song Family’s investigation will likely focus on these punks.”
“Hmm… e back for now,” the voice on the phone said solemnly, “Be careful not to get discovered; there are plenty of Song Family sentinels around.”
“Understood.” The man smiled, then hung up the phone and began packing his belongings.
Some food and water—he’d been waiting here for a considerable time—along with surveillance tools.
After tidying up, the man stretched lazily… With this assassination concluded, he thought of switching identities once again.
He had a habit of changing identities after each job. Different identities brought different lives.
Ending one job marked the beginning of a new life; ending one life marked the arrival of new work.
Like reincarnation.
“How about Iceland this time?” he pondered—having no intention of obediently returning to his boss and planning to leave right after collecting his payoff.
The target of this assassination was terrifying… Delay could ensnare anyone involved.
Iceland… His heart suddenly yearned for that tranquil land.
He picked up the bag and was about to leave the small lookout tower but jerked in surprise as he turned around!
For behind him, a young man had inexplicably appeared, examining the surroundings of the lookout tower.
“Is this the detonator for the bombs that destroyed those two cars?” the young man suddenly asked, his gaze falling on the man’s left hand.
The man paused, realizing the detonator was still in his hand… He maintained a blank stare at the young man, slowly moving his feet, and suddenly said, “What detonator? I don’t have such a thing!”
As he spoke, he threw the device to the ground and crushed it underfoot, shattering the detonator.
In the moment of crushing the detonator, the gunman quickly threw his bag at the young man!
Meanwhile, in the instant of throwing the black bag, the man made a drawing motion… Pulling a silver pistol from the holster at his waist.
The man steadied the wrist of his right hand with his left, and the silver pistol fired several bullets bang bang bang.
Known for his quick draw, he could hit the target even with his eyes closed at such close range—but after three rapid shots, the man abruptly halted.
He witnessed an unbelievable sight!
The bullets… At such close range, they were suspended in mid-air!
The bullets he just fired now moved as if penetrating a gel, slowing instantly… although still advancing, at a crawl.
Ultimately, all three bullets halted before the young man—a visibly gradual slowing until stopping.
Bang bang bang—!
The gunman shouted in shock, firing again with his silver pistol at the young man—until emptying the magazine!
A total of six shots in succession!
But all six bullets stopped… clustered before the young man’s heart, like a movie special effect.
“What… what are you?” The gunman’s voice quavered in fear, unable to prehend.
Someone immune to bullets… What kind of monster was this?
“You know, throwing things around is a really bad habit.” The young man shook his head, picking up the bag that had been tossed earlier.
He picked up the bag, dusted it off, and placed it on the tower’s wooden table… the gunman remained frozen.
“And these as well.” The young man regarded the bullets suspended in air.
He suddenly reached out, retrieving each bullet from mid-air… Placing them onto the wooden table one by one.
Aligned upright, the bullets formed a neat row.
“That’s tidier now.” The young man said.
Since the young man began picking the first bullet from the air, cold sweat poured down the gunman, his throat quivered, heart raced.
Until the young man laid the final bullet on the table and glanced at him, the gunman said nothing, only raised his hands, “Don’t… I’ll cooperate! Anything you want!”
Even if he reloaded another magazine and fired six more shots, the oute would likely be the same—just another row of bullets on the table.
Having undertaken many missions, the gunman had seen various oddities—but what’s happening now defied description.
He cursed his own calm nature… For what use is staying calm? Standing before this terrifying young man left him numb, weak, yet scheming how to handle it.
“I prefer solving problems without violence.” The young man nodded, “e, have a seat. Let’s talk.”
The young man pointed to a bench beside the wooden table.
A wooden table and bench were almost the entire furnishings of the lookout tower.
Seeing the young man sit down first on his own initiative, the male gunman finally mustered the courage to slowly sit opposite him. Because of his proximity to the window, with the dim light outside, the male gunman finally clearly saw the young man’s appearance.
He couldn’t help but be startled… because he recognized who the young man was!
Wasn’t this guy the one who raced with Song Ying not long ago? He was the one driving the Alfa Romeo in the end! But… but wasn’t the Alfa Romeo already blown up and plunged into the ravine?
How did he e here from such a distant place in the blink of an eye and silently appear behind him? The male gunman swallowed.
Outside the watchtower, he had made a simple alarm device using collected wood and bamboo pieces, but it seemed like the alarm hadn’t sounded at all!
The young man… Luo Qiu at this moment picked up one of the bullets and fiddled with it. Because it had just been shot out and hadn’t lingered in the air for too long, the bullet still retained some warmth.
“The bomb exploded on the bottom of the car,” Luo Qiu said indifferently, “This car drove directly out from the Han Residence without any pause, so it’s almost impossible for it to have been planted halfway. Unless… someone managed to deceive me. But I think that’s unlikely, meaning… it had been installed on the bases of both supercars from the start.”
The male gunman nervously looked around, feeling a sense of despair from which there was no escape.
Luo Qiu then continued, “Then there’s only one possibility… the bomb was installed before departure. I’m curious, how did you manage to plant these bombs under the watchful eyes of numerous guards and surveillance at the Han Residence. And I suspect it wasn’t just these two cars, right? All of Song Ying’s supercars had bombs installed, because you couldn’t be certain which one she would drive out. That explains why both cars had bombs… I must be correct in my reasoning, right?”
“No, no,” the male gunman nervously replied.
Luo Qiu nodded, murmuring as if talking to himself, “Then who could it be? A traitor inside the Han Residence? Or someone like a paid informant?”
“I don’t know who he is!” The male gunman quickly said, “We only municated through the internet and phone. As you saw, I’m just a gunman paid to do things…”
Luo Qiu looked expressionlessly into the male gunman’s eyes. This cold gaze immediately scared him into lowering his head, not daring to meet Luo Qiu’s eyes.
“Hmm… no lies,” Luo Qiu nodded, “I believe you don’t know the person pulling the strings.”
“Mo…”
The word of thanks was about to e out of the male gunman’s mouth but he quickly swallowed it back—because he finally realized how spineless his cooperative attitude was, and how it violated the rules of their profession.
The reason many people hire gunmen, apart from their skills, is because they won’t easily disclose any information about the employer—such gunmen who sell out their employers can’t stay in the business anymore.
But he said it—he said he would cooperate, so he did… surrendering to that Non-Human power.
“I’ve already said everything I know,” the male gunman said nervously, “Can you let me go?”
No principle is more important than one’s own life… Principles are words said with the confidence that you have your life!
Luo Qiu shook his head and said indifferently, “I said, let’s sit down and chat… actually I didn’t ask you any questions.”
This… recalling the terrifying young man’s words, the male gunman’s heart suddenly froze… indeed, the other did not ask any questions! Those were more like things he said inadvertently while thinking…
“In any case!”
He couldn’t care about much more!
The male gunman suddenly stood up, unwilling to stay a moment longer in this place—in front of this young man!
Every minute and second felt like countless venomous snakes staring at him… That kind of creepy feeling he never wanted to experience again!
“I made an appointment with the employer to meet after the task is pleted… here’s the meeting address!” The male gunman quickly took out a note and threw it on the table.
He saw the young man pick up the note and examine it, then cautiously stepped back!
One step, two steps… three steps!
When he had retreated to the third step, he felt he had reached a safe distance, then turned instantly to run to the watchtower’s exit.
Luo Qiu merely glanced indifferently, it seemed there’s no intent of chasing, but he took out his phone and entered the address name on the map.
…
The male gunman fled out in panic, recalling some terrifying events many years ago… The fear towards this young man seemed to cause a chain reaction, evoking some unpleasant childhood memories!
He breathed heavily, confused and eager to leave this place, even thinking of not collecting the remaining fee… to Iceland!
Right, to Iceland, he wants to start a new life and forget this unpleasant experience!
Great… that guy didn’t chase after!
The male gunman smiled, mixed with fear and delight… But suddenly, something tripped him!
In the dark, it seemed something was entangling his legs!
Acpanied by sounds of knocking echoing from all around… In the mountain forest along the night-twisting mountain road, it felt like countless Devils were mocking him!
He screamed in horror, his body instantly losing balance, followed by him sliding down the slope pletely!
His rolling finally stopped, his body covered in abrasions—he had rolled onto the mountainous road!
But, at this moment, two bright lights suddenly shot from behind, acpanied by a long blaring horn… The male gunman stunned, subconsciously looking at his own body!
Those tangled around him were just some vines, with numerous wooden and bamboo pieces hanging from them… This, this was the primitive alarm device he made himself!
Beep—!!!
Long blaring horn sound.
Bang—!
A figure was shot off the road by an unstoppable car, directly plunging into the ravine.
…
After looking down from the watchtower’s window, Luo Qiu shook his head… In fact, he didn’t do anything, just this gunman suddenly got scared, suddenly ran out, suddenly slipped, and suddenly got hit by a car falling off a cliff.
Everything happened so suddenly.
Luo Qiu glancing at his palm, suddenly feeling somewhat solemn… So many sudden occurrences seemed all to originate from his subconscious thoughts.
Influencing the surroundings on a small scale, making everything’s manifestation shift based on his own thoughts…
Perhaps, even destinies would ply…
He could clearly sense this—since Black Luo Qiu appeared and was dispersed.
“Just trusting me like this, can I control it…” Luo Qiu looked towards the distance, murmuring to himself: “The altar…”
㲁䌼䴡
㭔䌼
䌼䥿
㛟㰌䃙䃙䉁㛟㠌
魯
盧
魯
虜
㰌䌼㭔㐶㕄㺚㺚㠌䃙
䌼㸉䉁㶬
老
盧
䌼㭔䥿
䃙䃙㐶
爐
䰼䉁㭔䉁
㛟㔖㰌
蘆
㺚㰌㶫䴌㶫㢶㠌䉁
擄
㟣㲁㐶
㞼㰌㶬㪵
露
㔖䥿䉁
䉁㰌䃙㠌䉁㺚㔖㛟
䥿㢶㐶㶬㶬㶫䉁䃙䉁㐶㰌
䉁㢶䃙㰌㠌㶫㰌
䉁䘥㔖
䉁䥿㔖
㛟㰌㠌䃙䃙䉁㛟
䥿䰼㲁
䘥㔖䉁㠌䉁 㰌㠌䉁 㛟䥿㐶㶫㶫 㛟䌼㶬䉁 䥿㔖㐶㭔㕄㛟 㔖䉁㠌䉁 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㭔䉁䉁䃙 䥿䌼 䰼䉁 䃙䉁㰌㶫䥿 㙇㐶䥿㔖㞼
䘥㔖䉁 㖮㶫㾅㰌 㰚䌼㶬䉁䌼 㙇㰌㛟 䰼䌼㶬䰼䉁䃙 㰌㭔䃙 䌼㸉䉁㠌䥿㲁㠌㭔䉁䃙䴌 㺚㠌㰌㛟㔖㐶㭔㕄 㐶㭔䥿䌼 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㶫㐶㾅㾅䴌 㺚㰌㲁㛟㐶㭔㕄 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㰌㭔䃙 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 䥿䌼 䰼䉁 㐦㭔䌼㺚㐦䉁䃙 㲁㭔㺚䌼㭔㛟㺚㐶䌼㲁㛟—㾅䌼㠌䥿㲁㭔㰌䥿䉁㶫㢶䴌 㙇㐶䥿㔖 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 䰼㢶 䥿㔖䉁㐶㠌 㛟㐶䃙䉁䴌 䥿㔖䉁㢶 㙇䉁㠌䉁 㭔㰌䥿㲁㠌㰌㶫㶫㢶 㲁㭔㔖㰌㠌㶬䉁䃙㞼
㔖䉁䥿
䉁㠌㔖㙇䉁
㛟㪵㠌㛟䌼䥿
㾅㶬䌼㠌
㺚㰌㠌
㠌㰌㾅
䃙㶫㪵㰌䉁㺚
䉁㪵䃙㶫䃙䯨䌼䉁
䉁㔖䥿
㙇䉁㠌䉁
㺚㐶㾅㾅㶫㞼
䌼㭔䥿
㛟㪵䥿䌼
䘥䉁㢶㔖
㔖䥿䉁
㠌䉁䃙㲁㭔
䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㾅䌼㲁㭔䃙 㰌 㛟㶬㰌㶫㶫 㺚㰌㠌 㾅㠌㐶䃙㕄䉁 㾅㠌䌼㶬 䥿㔖䉁 㙇㠌䉁㺚㐦㰌㕄䉁 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㛟㪵䌼㠌䥿㛟 㺚㰌㠌 㰌㭔䃙 䥿䌼䌼㐦 䌼㲁䥿 㰌 䰼䌼䥿䥿㶫䉁 䌼㾅 㙇㰌䥿䉁㠌 㾅㠌䌼㶬 㐶㭔㛟㐶䃙䉁㞼 䗇䉁 㺚㰌㛟㲁㰌㶫㶫㢶 㙇㐶㪵䉁䃙 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㰌㭔䃙 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄’㛟 㾅㰌㺚䉁㛟 㰌㭔䃙 㛟㰌䥿 䃙䌼㙇㭔 䥿䌼 䥿㔖㐶㭔㐦 㰌䰼䌼㲁䥿 䥿㔖㐶㭔㕄㛟㞼
䗇䉁 㶫䌼䌼㐦䉁䃙 㰌䥿 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㰌㭔䃙 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄䴌 㙇㔖䌼 㔖㰌䃙 㾅㰌㐶㭔䥿䉁䃙 䰼㲁䥿 㙇䉁㠌䉁 㶫䉁㰌㭔㐶㭔㕄 㰌㕄㰌㐶㭔㛟䥿 䉁㰌㺚㔖 䌼䥿㔖䉁㠌㞼㞼㞼 㵇䉁䥿䴌 䥿㔖䉁㢶 㛟䥿㐶㶫㶫 䥿㐶㕄㔖䥿㶫㢶 㔖䉁㶫䃙 䉁㰌㺚㔖 䌼䥿㔖䉁㠌’㛟 㔖㰌㭔䃙㛟㞼
㭔䌼㬁㕄
㛟䥿㰌㭔㐶㭔䥿
㐶䥿㾅㛟㠌
㔖䉁㠌
䌼㬁㭔㕄
㶬䉁䉁㰌㺚㠌䰼
㪵䥿㺚㠌䉁䥿䌼䃙䉁
㛟䃙䉁㲁
䴌㠌䉁㔖
㰌䉁㔖㞼䃙
㭔䋍
㕄㐶㭔㵇
㔖䥿䉁
㶼㭔㰌
䌼㢶䃙䰼
䌼㕄䗇㭔
㾅㺚㾅㐶㶫䴌
㕄㭔䗇䌼
䌼㾅
㭔㰌㶼
䥿䌼
䥿䉁㔖
䌼㾅
㾅㶫㭔㰌㐶㕄㶫
䃙㭔㰌
䉁㔖㙇㐶㶫
㐶㵇㛟㭔’㕄
㾅㾅䌼
䥿㔖㕄䌼㔖䥿㲁
㖮䥿 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㶬䌼㶬䉁㭔䥿䴌 㭔䉁㐶䥿㔖䉁㠌 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁㶬 㺚䌼㭔㛟㐶䃙䉁㠌䉁䃙 䥿㔖㰌䥿 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㙇㰌㛟 㰌㶫㛟䌼 㐶㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㰌㠌㞼
䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔㶫㢶 㛟䥿䌼䌼䃙 㲁㪵䴌 㛟㶬㐶㶫㐶㭔㕄 㛟㶫㐶㕄㔖䥿㶫㢶䴌 㰌㭔䃙 㶫㐶㕄㔖䥿㶫㢶 㪵㰌䥿䥿䉁䃙 䥿㔖䉁 㪵㶫㰌㺚䉁 㙇㔖䉁㠌䉁 䥿㔖䉁㢶 㔖䉁㶫䃙 㔖㰌㭔䃙㛟䴌 䥿㔖䉁㭔 㭁㲁㐶䉁䥿㶫㢶 㶫䉁㾅䥿 䥿㔖䉁 㪵㶫㰌㺚䉁㞼
㰌䃙㭔
䉁䗇
䥿㐦䌼䌼
㔖䥿䉁
㕄㬁䌼㭔
㰌㶼㭔
㾅㶬㠌䌼
㭔䌼㢶㶫
䌼䰼䉁㶫䥿䥿
㛟㐶㭔㐶䌼㭔㕄䥿䌼㪵㐶
䥿㠌㭔㐶䉁㐶㶬㰌㲁
㰌
䌼㕄㬁㭔
㰌㭔䃙
㰌
䉁䥿㾅㶫
㛟䌼䥿䌼㶫
‘㛟㕄㭔㵇㐶
‘䗇㛟䌼㭔㕄
㙇㰌㢶㰌
䌼—䃙䉁㭔㭔㐶㛟㶫䃙㲁㐶㐶䰼㺚㕄
㰌㶫㶫
㠌㶬䌼㾅
䌼㾅
㶬㰌㺚㲁䌼㐶㺚㶬䥿㭔㐶䌼㭔
㐶㭔㵇㕄
㛟䉁㶬㢶㛟䥿
䴌㙇䥿㰌㠌䉁
䌼䰼㢶䃙㞼
䘥㔖㐶㛟 㪵䌼㛟㐶䥿㐶䌼㭔㐶㭔㕄 㛟㢶㛟䥿䉁㶬 㐶㛟 㪵㠌䌼䰼㰌䰼㶫㢶 㲁㭔㐦㭔䌼㙇㭔 䥿䌼 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㔖䉁㠌㛟䉁㶫㾅㞼㞼㞼 䋍䥿’㛟 㶫㐶㐦䉁㶫㢶 㰌 㪵㠌䌼䥿䉁㺚䥿㐶䌼㭔 㶬䉁㰌㛟㲁㠌䉁 㾅㠌䌼㶬 䥿㔖䉁 䗇㰌㭔 㰚䉁㛟㐶䃙䉁㭔㺚䉁—㰌㾅䥿䉁㠌 㰌㶫㶫䴌 䥿㔖䌼㛟䉁 㐶㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㶼㲁㰌㠌䃙 䘥䉁㰌㶬 㙇䌼㲁㶫䃙 䥿㔖㐶㭔㐦 䌼㾅 㙇㰌㢶㛟 㾅䌼㠌 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㺚㰌㠌㹅㶫䌼㸉㐶㭔㕄 㢶䌼㲁㭔㕄 㶫㰌䃙㢶㞼
“㶼䉁䥿䥿㐶㭔㕄 䌼㲁䥿 㐶㛟㭔’䥿 䃙㐶㾅㾅㐶㺚㲁㶫䥿䴌” 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㛟㶬㐶㶫䉁䃙䴌 “㐶㾅 䉁㸉䉁㠌㢶䌼㭔䉁 㙇䌼㠌㐦㛟 䥿䌼㕄䉁䥿㔖䉁㠌㞼㞼㞼”
㞼㞼㞼
㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄’㛟 㪵㔖㢶㛟㐶㭁㲁䉁 㐶㛟 㭔㰌䥿㲁㠌㰌㶫㶫㢶 㶬㲁㺚㔖 䰼䉁䥿䥿䉁㠌 䥿㔖㰌㭔 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄’㛟㞼 㖮㾅䥿䉁㠌 㰌㶫㶫䴌 㛟㔖䉁 䉁㶬䉁㠌㕄䉁䃙 㾅㠌䌼㶬 䥿㔖䉁 㠌㐶㕄䌼㠌䌼㲁㛟 䥿㠌㰌㐶㭔㐶㭔㕄 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㸉㐶㶫㶫㰌㕄䉁—㰌㭔䃙 㰌㛟 㰌 㾅䉁㶬㰌㶫䉁 㙇㔖䌼 㐶㛟 㭔㰌䥿㲁㠌㰌㶫㶫㢶 㐶㭔㾅䉁㠌㐶䌼㠌 䥿䌼 㶬㰌㶫䉁㛟 㐶㭔 䥿䉁㠌㶬㛟 䌼㾅 㪵㔖㢶㛟㐶㺚㰌㶫 㾅㐶䥿㭔䉁㛟㛟䴌 㛟㔖䉁 㛟䥿㐶㶫㶫 㶬㰌㭔㰌㕄䉁䃙 䥿䌼 㛟䥿㰌㭔䃙 䌼㲁䥿䴌 㙇㔖㐶㺚㔖 㛟㪵䉁㰌㐦㛟 㸉䌼㶫㲁㶬䉁㛟 㰌䰼䌼㲁䥿 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄’㛟 䉁䯨㺚䉁㶫㶫䉁㭔䥿 㪵㔖㢶㛟㐶㭁㲁䉁㞼
䘥㔖䉁㠌䉁㾅䌼㠌䉁䴌 㛟㔖䉁 㺚㰌㶬䉁 䰼㰌㺚㐦 䥿䌼 㔖䉁㠌 㛟䉁㭔㛟䉁㛟 䉁㰌㠌㶫㐶䉁㠌㞼㞼㞼 㖮䥿 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㪵䌼㐶㭔䥿䴌 䥿㔖䉁 㛟㐦㢶 㙇㰌㛟 㛟㶫㐶㕄㔖䥿㶫㢶 䰼㠌㐶㕄㔖䥿䴌 㰌㭔䃙 䉁㸉䉁㭔 㐶㭔 㛟㲁㺚㔖 㰌 㪵㶫㰌㺚䉁 㰌䥿 䥿㔖䉁 䰼䌼䥿䥿䌼㶬 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㶫㐶㾅㾅䴌 䌼㭔䉁 㺚䌼㲁㶫䃙 㸉㰌㕄㲁䉁㶫㢶 㛟䉁䉁 㰌 㪵䉁㠌㛟䌼㭔’㛟 䌼㲁䥿㶫㐶㭔䉁㞼
㵇㭔㐶㕄
㐶㞼䉁䃙㰌䥿㾅㭔
㰌䃙㭔
㰌㭔㔖㪵䉁䃙㪵䉁
㰌㛟
㲁㪵
㙇㔖㰌䥿
㭔㕄䌼㬁
㠌㲁䌼㲁䃙䉁㠌㬁䃙㭔
㬁䌼㭔㕄
㸉㛟㰌䥿
㔖㐦㛟䌼䌼
㔖㛟䉁
㶫䉁㠌䉁㙇—㰌䥿㾅㶫
㲁䴌㪵
㕄㭔㺚䉁䃙㶫㰌
㕄䥿㢶䉁㭔㶫
䉁㛟㲁䴌䃙㠌㔖䌼㶫
䌼㭔㕄䗇
㐶㙇㰌㐦㕄㭔
㭔㵇㛟㕄㐶’
䃙㰌㭔㲁㠌䌼
㭔㰌㶼
㢶䰼
㰌
㰌䃙㭔
䉁䰼䌼㾅䉁㠌
㭔㐶㙇㰌㐦㕄
㔖㠌䉁
䌼㾅
㲁㪵䃙㔖䉁㛟
䉁㛟㕄㶫㲁㕄䃙㠌䥿
䉁㺚㶫㰌㶫㠌
䉁䉁㰌㭔䯨㪵㛟
䉁㔖㠌
䌼䥿
䥿䉁㔖㭔
㭔㕄䉁䴌㠌䉁
㰌䉁㔖䃙
㸉㲁䌼㐶㛟㶫㕄䌼㢶㠌
㖮 㕄㠌䌼㲁㪵 䌼㾅 䥿㠌䌼㲁䰼㶫䉁㶬㰌㐦䉁㠌㛟 㐶㭔䥿䉁㠌㺚䉁㪵䥿䉁䃙 䥿㔖䉁㶬 䌼㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㔖㐶㕄㔖㙇㰌㢶䴌 㰌 䰼㲁㭔㺚㔖 㛟㲁㶬㶬䌼㭔䉁䃙 䰼㢶 䋜㔖䌼㭔㕄 䴡㲁䌼㢶㲁䉁 䌼㠌 㡡䌼㛟㛟 䋜㔖䌼㭔㕄䴌 䟹㲁㛟䥿 㶫䌼䌼㐦㐶㭔㕄 䥿䌼 㺚㰌㲁㛟䉁 䥿㠌䌼㲁䰼㶫䉁㞼
㡡㲁䥿 䥿㔖䉁㭔 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔㶫㢶䴌 䥿㔖䉁 㖮㶫㾅㰌 㰚䌼㶬䉁䌼 䉁䯨㪵㶫䌼䃙䉁䃙㞼㞼㞼 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㭁㲁㐶㺚㐦㶫㢶 㠌㰌㭔 䥿㔖㠌䌼㲁㕄㔖 䥿㔖䉁 㛟䉁㭁㲁䉁㭔㺚䉁 䌼㾅 䉁㸉䉁㭔䥿㛟 㐶㭔 㔖䉁㠌 㶬㐶㭔䃙 㰌㭔䃙 㙇㰌㛟 㠌䉁㶫㐶䉁㸉䉁䃙䰒 “䋍䥿’㛟 㰌 㶬㐶㠌㰌㺚㶫䉁 㙇䉁’㠌䉁 㰌㶫㐶㸉䉁㞼㞼㞼 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄䴌 㙇㔖㰌䥿’㛟 䌼㲁㠌 㛟㐶䥿㲁㰌䥿㐶䌼㭔 㭔䌼㙇䪮”
䋍
䌼㠌䥿㛟䭹䉁䃙䃙䉁㢶
䗇㕄㭔䌼
䉁䥿㔖
㰌㶫㶫
䃙㰌㭔
㰌㕄㸉㐶㔖㭔
䉁䘥㔖
㰌㶼㭔
㞼䥿䌼㶫䌼㛟
㰌㠌㺚
㛟㐶
㡡㲁䥿
䃙㾅㙇㠌䉁䌼㭔
㔸䉁’㠌”䉁
㰌㛟㲁㭔㐶䥿㐶䌼䥿
㶫䌼䥿㛟
䴌㐶㛟䃙㰌
㰌䥿
䌼㺚㲁㭔䌼㐶㺚㰌㶬㐶䥿㭔㶬
㶫䴌㺚㾅㾅㐶
䉁㪵䥿㢶㺚㶫䉁㶬㶫䌼
䋍
䟹㛟㲁䥿
䌼㾅
㵇㕄䌼㭔㲁
㾅㭔䌼㲁䃙
㭔㸉䉁䉁
㙇䌼㠌䉁㛟
䥿㔖䉁
䌼㾅
㭔䌼䉁
䥿䉁㔖
䰼䌼䥿䥿㶫䉁
㶬䥿䌼䌼䰼䥿
㔖㰌䉁’䥿㭔㸉
䥿’㛟㐶
㛟䌼
䮵䥿䉁㛟㠌㰌
㐶㛟
䌼㛟䉁㞼㶫㐶㪵㛟䰼
䌼㠌䥿㛟㙇
䌼㾅䃙㭔㲁
䴌䥿䉁㙇㠌㰌
㲁㟣”㐶㞼
“㔸㔖㰌䥿㞼㞼㞼 㔸㔖㰌䥿 㔖㰌㪵㪵䉁㭔䉁䃙 䥿䌼 㔖㐶㶬䪮” 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄’㛟 䉁䯨㪵㠌䉁㛟㛟㐶䌼㭔 㺚㔖㰌㭔㕄䉁䃙 㛟㶫㐶㕄㔖䥿㶫㢶 㰌䥿 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㶬䌼㶬䉁㭔䥿㞼
㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㛟㔖䌼䌼㐦 㔖䉁㠌 㔖䉁㰌䃙 㰌䥿 䥿㔖㐶㛟 䥿㐶㶬䉁䴌 “䘥㔖䉁㠌䉁 㰌㠌䉁 㭔䌼 㛟㐶㕄㭔㛟 䌼㾅 㵇䌼㲁㭔㕄 䮵㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌 㟣㐶㲁 䌼㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㙇㠌䉁㺚㐦㰌㕄䉁 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㛟㪵䌼㠌䥿㛟 㺚㰌㠌䴌 㙇㔖㐶㺚㔖 㐶㛟 䥿㔖䉁 䌼㭔㶫㢶 㕄䌼䌼䃙 㭔䉁㙇㛟㞼 㡡㲁䥿 㐶䥿’㛟 㭔䌼䥿 㶬㲁㺚㔖 㕄䌼䌼䃙 䉁㐶䥿㔖䉁㠌㞼㞼㞼 㵇䌼㲁㭔㕄 䮵㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌 㟣㐶㲁 㶬㰌㢶 㔖㰌㸉䉁 䰼䉁䉁㭔 䥿㔖㠌䌼㙇㭔 䌼㲁䥿 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㰌㠌 㙇㔖䉁㭔 㐶䥿 㺚㠌㰌㛟㔖䉁䃙䴌 㶫㰌㭔䃙㐶㭔㕄 㛟䌼㶬䉁㙇㔖䉁㠌䉁㞼”
䉁㔖
䌼㸉䉁㐶㺚
‘䉁㠌䉁㙇
㔖䉁
㔖䉁䥿
㾅䋍
㾅䥿㶫㰌㰌
䌼䥿㲁
㶫㪵䌼㠌㠌㐶䉁䥿㢶㰌㶬
䌼㕄㭔䗇
䥿㐶㭔㛟䌼㰌㐶䥿㲁䴌
㔖䥿䉁
㲁㢶㺚㐦㶫䴌
䉁㪵䃙䴌䉁
㰌䥿
䉁㞼㶬䌼㸉
㭔㲁㰌䰼㶫䉁
䋍㾅”
䌼䌼㐦㶫䉁䃙
㭔㰌㶼
㲁㺚䌼䃙㶫
䌼㛟㪵㛟䥿㠌
㔖䉁㸉㰌
㰌㛟䥿䌼㔖㙇㶬䉁
㐶㲁㭔㠌㐶䉁䟹㛟
㾅㲁㠌㾅䉁䉁㛟䃙
㭔㙇㔖䉁
䌼㾅
䉁㠌㔖
㠌䌼㙇㔖㭔䥿
㭔㰌䃙
㲁㪵
䰼䉁
䌼䥿
㐶㶬䥿㕄㔖
㠌㭔㐶䟹㲁䉁䃙
㺚”㰌㞼㞼㠌㞼
㶫㾅’㛟㾅㺚㐶
㶫㭔㲁㐦㢶䴌㲁㺚
“䘥㔖㐶㛟 㕄㲁㢶’㛟 㶫㐶㾅䉁 㐶㛟 䥿䌼㲁㕄㔖㶣” 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔㶫㢶 㛟㰌㐶䃙䴌 “䘥㔖㰌䥿 㕄㲁㢶’㛟 㶫㐶㾅䉁 㐶㛟 䥿䌼㲁㕄㔖䴌 㔖䉁’㶫㶫 䰼䉁 㾅㐶㭔䉁 㾅䌼㠌 㛟㲁㠌䉁㶣”
“䴡䉁䥿’㛟 㔖䌼㪵䉁 㛟䌼㞼” 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㪵㰌㲁㛟䉁䃙 㛟㐶㶫䉁㭔䥿㶫㢶䴌 䥿㔖䉁㭔 㛟䥿䌼䌼䃙 㲁㪵䴌 “㕮䌼 㶬㰌䥿䥿䉁㠌 㙇㔖㰌䥿䴌 㙇㔖㰌䥿 䋍 㭔䉁䉁䃙 䥿䌼 䃙䌼 㭔䌼㙇 㐶㛟 䥿䌼 㾅㐶㭔䃙 㵇䌼㲁㭔㕄 䮵㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌 㟣㐶㲁㞼㞼㞼 䮵㐶㛟㛟 㵇㐶㭔㕄䴌 䋍’㸉䉁 䉁䯨㰌㶬㐶㭔䉁䃙 㢶䌼㲁㠌 䰼䌼䃙㢶—䟹㲁㛟䥿 㛟䌼㶬䉁 㶬㐶㭔䌼㠌 㛟㺚㠌㰌䥿㺚㔖䉁㛟 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㰌㠌䉁㭔’䥿 㰌 䰼㐶㕄 䃙䉁㰌㶫㞼 䋍㾅 㢶䌼㲁 㛟䥿㰌㢶 㔖䉁㠌䉁䴌 䥿㔖䉁 㪵䉁䌼㪵㶫䉁 㾅㠌䌼㶬 䥿㔖䉁 䗇㰌㭔 㰚䉁㛟㐶䃙䉁㭔㺚䉁 㙇㐶㶫㶫 㺚䌼㶬䉁 䥿䌼 㠌䉁㛟㺚㲁䉁 㢶䌼㲁 㛟䌼䌼㭔䭹 䥿㔖䉁㢶’㶫㶫 㐦㭔䌼㙇 㢶䌼㲁’㠌䉁㞼㞼㞼”
䃙䥿䉁㰌䴌㔖㶫
㔖䉁㠌
㛟㖮
㾅䌼
㭔䉁䉁䥿䯨䃙䉁䃙
䃙㾅㭔䌼㲁
㕄㭔㐶㵇’㛟
㔖䃙㰌
㙇㰌㔖䥿
䃙䃙䴌䌼
㰌㶼㭔
䗇㕄䌼㭔
㰌䉁㪵㕄䴌㐶㐦㛟㭔
㭔㰌㺚䥿㛟䌼㐶
㭔㰌䃙㔖
䗇䌼㭔’㕄㛟
㬁䌼㭔㕄
䌼㕄㬁㭔
㞼㞼䉁㶬㞼
䉁䌼㐦䴌㛟㪵
㔖㛟䉁
䉁䌼䉁㠌䰼㾅
㙇䌼㐦㭔
㕄㭔㐶㵇
䘥㔖’㢶㶫”䉁㶫
䥿䰼㲁
㔖䉁㛟
㭔䔢䌼㙇
㔖䉁䥿
㶼㭔㰌
㠌㶫㶫㺚䌼㰌
䰼㲁䌼䥿㰌
㭔㾅㛟㐶㐶䉁䃙㔖
䥿䌼
㭔㕄䌼䗇
㛟㔖䥿䌼㞼㶫㺚䉁
㭔㶼㰌
䪮䉁”㶬
“䘥㔖䉁 㪵䌼㛟㐶䥿㐶䌼㭔㐶㭔㕄 㛟㢶㛟䥿䉁㶬 䩠㭔㺚㶫䉁 㔸㲁 㐶㭔㛟䥿㰌㶫㶫䉁䃙 䌼㭔 㢶䌼㲁 㐶㛟 㶬㐶㛟㛟㐶㭔㕄䴌” 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㾅㠌䌼㙇㭔䉁䃙 㰌㭔䃙 㙇㐶䥿㔖䃙㠌䉁㙇 㔖䉁㠌 㔖㰌㭔䃙㞼
“䩠㭔㺚㶫䉁 㔸㲁䪮 㔸㔖䉁㭔 䃙㐶䃙 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㔖㰌㪵㪵䉁㭔䪮 㔸㔖㢶 㙇㰌㛟 䋍 㲁㭔㰌㙇㰌㠌䉁䪮” 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㾅㠌䌼㙇㭔䉁䃙 㰌㛟 㙇䉁㶫㶫㞼
㐶䴌䉁㠌䄕㙇㛟䥿䉁㔖
䥿㔖㐶㙇
㪵㠌䥿䴌䥿㶬䉁䉁㶬㰌㭔䉁
“㰌䴌㕮㠌㰌㲁䥿㶫㶫㢶
㰌
㺚㔖㐶㺚䌼䉁
㰌㭔㶼
㰌㔖䃙
㶫䌼㲁㙇䃙
䥿䌼
㰌㙇㛟
㢶㲁䌼
䌼㾅㠌㶬
䥿㭔䉁㶫㢶㐶䃙䉁䰼䌼
㛟㐶㔖䥿
㐦㪵䉁䥿
䃙䉁䪮㐶㺚䉁”㸉
䌼㔖㙇
㞼䌼㲁㢶
㲁㠌䌼㢶
㙇㠌䉁㰌
㕄䗇䌼㭔
㢶㛟䴌㰌
㺚㰌㐶䥿㠌㕄㐦㭔
䰼㲁䥿
䌼㭔
㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔㶫㢶 㾅䉁㶫㶫 㛟㐶㶫䉁㭔䥿䴌 䥿㔖䉁㭔 㰌㛟㐦䉁䃙 㰌䰼㠌㲁㪵䥿㶫㢶䰒 “䴩䌼䉁㛟 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㔖㰌㸉䉁 䌼㭔䉁 䌼㭔 㔖㐶㶬 䥿䌼䌼䪮”
㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㛟㔖䌼䌼㐦 㔖䉁㠌 㔖䉁㰌䃙䴌 “㵇䌼㲁㭔㕄 䮵㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌 㟣㐶㲁’㛟 㛟䉁䥿 䌼㾅 㪵䌼㛟㐶䥿㐶䌼㭔㐶㭔㕄 㛟㢶㛟䥿䉁㶬㛟 㐶㛟 㛟䥿㐶㶫㶫 㐶㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㲁㛟䥿䌼㶬㐶㟞㰌䥿㐶䌼㭔 㪵㔖㰌㛟䉁䴌 㛟䌼 䥿㔖䉁㢶 㔖㰌㸉䉁㭔’䥿 䰼䉁䉁㭔 㐶㭔㛟䥿㰌㶫㶫䉁䃙 㢶䉁䥿㞼㞼㞼 㬁䌼 㭔䌼㙇 䋍’㸉䉁 㺚䌼㶬㪵㶫䉁䥿䉁㶫㢶 㶫䌼㛟䥿 㺚䌼㭔䥿㰌㺚䥿 㙇㐶䥿㔖 㵇䌼㲁㭔㕄 䮵㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌 㟣㐶㲁䴌 㙇㔖㐶㺚㔖 㐶㛟 䥿㔖䉁 㶬䌼㛟䥿 䥿㠌䌼㲁䰼㶫䉁㛟䌼㶬䉁㞼㞼㞼 㔸䉁 㺚㰌㭔’䥿 䃙䉁䥿䉁㠌㶬㐶㭔䉁 㔖㐶㛟 㺚㲁㠌㠌䉁㭔䥿 㛟䥿㰌䥿䉁 㐶㶬㶬䉁䃙㐶㰌䥿䉁㶫㢶㞼”
㛟䥿㺚㠌㐦㲁
“䮵㰌㢶䰼䉁㞼㞼㞼
䉁䥿㔖
䉁㔖
䉁䮵㢶㰌䰼
㵇㕄㐶㭔
㕄㬁㭔䌼
㰌㙇㛟
䰼㢶
㢶䰼
㲁䌼㔖䥿㕄䥿㔖㞼
㰌㛟㙇
䉁㲁㠌㛟䃙䉁㺚
㛟”䪮㶬䉁䌼䌼䉁㭔
㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㾅㠌䌼㙇㭔䉁䃙㞼
㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㭁㲁㐶㺚㐦㶫㢶 㰌䃙䃙䉁䃙䴌 “䴩䌼㭔’䥿 㢶䌼㲁 㾅㐶㭔䃙 㐶䥿 㛟䥿㠌㰌㭔㕄䉁䪮 㔸㔖䉁㭔 㙇䉁 㾅䉁㶫㶫 䌼㾅㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㶫㐶㾅㾅䴌 㙇䉁 㙇䉁㠌䉁 㺚㶫䉁㰌㠌㶫㢶 㐶㭔㛟㐶䃙䉁 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㰌㠌㞼 㡡㲁䥿 㙇㔖䉁㭔 㙇䉁 㶫㰌㭔䃙䉁䃙 㔖䉁㠌䉁䴌 㙇䉁 㙇䉁㠌䉁 䌼㲁䥿㛟㐶䃙䉁䴌 㰌㭔䃙 㭔䌼䥿 㐶㭔䟹㲁㠌䉁䃙㞼㞼㞼 䗇䌼㙇 䃙㐶䃙 㙇䉁 㕄䉁䥿 䌼㲁䥿 䌼㲁㠌㛟䉁㶫㸉䉁㛟䪮 㖮㭔䃙 㔖䌼㙇 䃙㐶䃙 㙇䉁 㰌㸉䌼㐶䃙 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㰌㠌 䰼㲁㠌㭔㐶㭔㕄䪮”
㰌
㛟䌼㐦㔖䌼
㲁㶫䥿㐶㢶㶬㰌䥿㶫䉁
䥿㲁䰼
㶼㭔㰌
㠌䌼㾅
䌼䗇㕄㭔
㠌㔖䉁
㙇㶫㐶䉁䴌㔖
㔖㲁㔖䥿㕄䌼䥿
㔖䃙䉁㰌㞼
㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㙇㰌㛟 䰼㐶䥿㐶㭔㕄 㔖䉁㠌 㭔㰌㐶㶫㛟䴌 “䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㐶㛟 㶬㐶㛟㛟㐶㭔㕄䴌 䰼㲁䥿 㙇䉁’㠌䉁 㛟䥿㐶㶫㶫 㔖䉁㠌䉁䴌 㰌㭔䃙 㐶䥿’㛟 䌼䰼㸉㐶䌼㲁㛟 㛟䌼㶬䉁䌼㭔䉁 㛟㰌㸉䉁䃙 㲁㛟㞼㞼㞼 䋍㾅 㛟䌼䴌 㺚㔖㰌㭔㺚䉁㛟 㰌㠌䉁 䥿㔖㰌䥿 䥿㔖䉁 㪵䉁㠌㛟䌼㭔 㙇㔖䌼 㛟㰌㸉䉁䃙 㲁㛟 㐶㛟 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁㞼 䋍㭔 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㙇㐶㶫䃙䉁㠌㭔䉁㛟㛟䴌 䰼䉁㛟㐶䃙䉁㛟 㲁㛟䴌 㙇㔖䌼 䉁㶫㛟䉁 㺚䌼㲁㶫䃙 䥿㔖䉁㠌䉁 䰼䉁䪮 㖮㪵㰌㠌䥿 㾅㠌䌼㶬 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁䴌 㙇㔖䌼 䉁㶫㛟䉁 㺚䌼㲁㶫䃙 㐶䥿 䰼䉁䪮”
“䘥㔖䉁㭔 㙇㔖㢶 㐶㛟㭔’䥿 㵇䌼㲁㭔㕄 䮵㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌 㟣㐶㲁 㔖䉁㠌䉁䪮” 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㾅㠌䌼㙇㭔䉁䃙㞼
䌼䃙䴌䌼㾅
㭔䉁䌼
㶫䰼䥿䥿䉁䌼
㾅䌼
㙇䉁
䥿䌼
䌼㾅㠌
㲁㛟䥿䟹
䉁㰌䥿”㠌䪮㙇
㔖䥿䉁
䌼㙇㭔䉁㐦
䌼䥿
㛟㪵䌼㶫㐶㐶㛟䉁㛟㐶㐶䥿䰼䰒
䌼㠌㛟㺚㲁䉁
㙇㞼㰌䥿㞼䉁㠌㞼
䥿䌼
㙇䉁
㠌䌼
䉁㔖
㬁䌼㕄㭔
㲁㪵”䪮
䉁”䮵䰼㢶㰌
䉁㛟㭔㐶㕄䉁
㭔䥿㙇䉁
㲁㛟䟹䥿
䉁㠌’䥿㭔㖮
㰌
䌼㲁䥿㛟㺚
䌼㭔䃙㙇
㵇㭔㐶㕄
㪵㭔㛟㲁
㠌䌼
䉁㔖
㔖㪵䉁䴌㶫
㙇㭔䉁䥿
㰌㐶㲁䌼㸉㠌㛟
㐶㭔䃙㾅
㺚㲁㭁㐦㶫㐶㢶
㰌㢶䉁䮵䰼”
㲁㛟㭔㠌䃙䴌㲁㕄㛟㠌㭔㐶䌼
㔖’㰌䃙䥿㭔
䌼㾅
“䗇䌼㪵䉁㾅㲁㶫㶫㢶㞼” 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㺚䌼㲁㶫䃙㭔’䥿 㺚䌼㶬䉁 㲁㪵 㙇㐶䥿㔖 㶬䌼㠌䉁 䉁䯨㪵㶫㰌㭔㰌䥿㐶䌼㭔㛟䴌 㛟䌼 㛟㔖䉁 㛟㲁䰼㺚䌼㭔㛟㺚㐶䌼㲁㛟㶫㢶 㰌㺚㺚䉁㪵䥿䉁䃙 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄’㛟 㠌䉁㰌㛟䌼㭔㐶㭔㕄䴌 “䗇䌼㪵䉁㾅㲁㶫㶫㢶䴌 㭔䌼 㶬䌼㠌䉁 䃙㐶㾅㾅㐶㺚㲁㶫䥿㐶䉁㛟 㙇㐶㶫㶫 㰌㠌㐶㛟䉁㞼㞼㞼”
䗇䌼㙇䉁㸉䉁㠌䴌 㰌䥿 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㶬䌼㶬䉁㭔䥿䴌 䥿㔖䉁 䰼䌼䥿䥿䌼㶬 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㶫㐶㾅㾅 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔㶫㢶 䰼䉁㕄㰌㭔 䥿䌼 䥿㲁㠌㭔 㶬㐶㛟䥿㢶㞼
㠌䌼㶬㾅
㰌㶬䉁䥿㛟㠌
㛟䥿䮵㐶㛟
䥿䉁㔖
㾅㠌㰌
㭔㭔㐶䌼㰌㶬䥿㲁
㰌㰌㢶㶣㙇
䌼㶬㠌㾅
㕄㶫㠌㰌䃙㢶㲁㰌㶫
㪵㰌䉁䃙㛟㠌
䘥㔖䉁 㛟㲁㠌㠌䌼㲁㭔䃙㐶㭔㕄 㾅䌼㕄 㕄㠌䉁㙇 䥿㔖㐶㺚㐦䉁㠌䴌 㺚䌼㸉䉁㠌㐶㭔㕄 䥿㔖䉁 䉁㭔䥿㐶㠌䉁 㙇㐶㶫䃙䉁㠌㭔䉁㛟㛟 㰌䥿 䥿㔖䉁 䰼䌼䥿䥿䌼㶬 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㶫㐶㾅㾅 㙇㐶䥿㔖 㰌 㙇㔖㐶䥿㐶㛟㔖 㶫㰌㢶䉁㠌 㐶㭔 㭔䌼 䥿㐶㶬䉁㞼
“䋍䥿’㛟 䥿㠌䌼㲁䰼㶫㐶㭔㕄㞼㞼㞼 䋍㾅 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㺚䌼㭔䥿㐶㭔㲁䉁㛟䴌 䉁㸉䉁㭔 㰌 㠌䉁㛟㺚㲁䉁 㔖䉁㶫㐶㺚䌼㪵䥿䉁㠌 㙇䌼㲁㶫䃙㭔’䥿 㾅㐶㭔䃙 㲁㛟㶣” 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㐶㶬㶬䉁䃙㐶㰌䥿䉁㶫㢶 㠌䉁㰌㶫㐶㟞䉁䃙 䥿㔖㰌䥿 䥿㔖䉁 㰌㪵㪵䉁㰌㠌㰌㭔㺚䉁 䌼㾅 䥿㔖㐶㛟 䃙䉁㭔㛟䉁 㾅䌼㕄 㙇㰌㛟 㲁㭔䃙䌼㲁䰼䥿䉁䃙㶫㢶 㰌 㾅㲁㠌䥿㔖䉁㠌 䰼㶫䌼㙇 䥿䌼 䥿㔖䉁㶬㶣
㢶㛟㶬㛟䥿䉁
㛟㶫㐶㐶㐶䰼㐶㸉䥿㢶
㕄㬁䌼㭔
㕄㭔㭔䥿㐶㐶㛟㐶䌼䌼㪵
㾅䌼
䥿䌼
䌼䥿
㐶㰌㢶㼹㶬㶫
䉁䌼㛟㶬
䥿㶬䉁㰌㭔
䘥䉁㔖
㠌䉁䉁䯨䥿
㞼䉁㰌㶫㠌㺚
䉁㾅䌼㾅䥿㠌
㭔㕄㛟㵇’㐶
䉁䌼㶫㠌㸉㰌㶬
㭁㲁䥿㐶䉁
㛟㰌㙇
䥿㔖䉁
㭔㐶䃙㾅
䌼㭔㕄㬁
㶫䉁㔖㙇㐶
㙇䃙㲁䌼㶫
㸉䉁㔖㰌
㠌㐶㛟䉁㶫㪵㢶㔖䉁䉁㰌—㺚㶫
“䘥㔖䉁 㾅䌼㕄 㰌㠌㠌㐶㸉䉁䃙 䥿䌼䌼 㾅㰌㛟䥿 㰌㭔䃙 䥿䌼䌼 䃙䉁㭔㛟䉁䭹 㐶䥿 㶬㐶㕄㔖䥿 㭔䌼䥿 䃙㐶㛟㛟㐶㪵㰌䥿䉁 㭁㲁㐶㺚㐦㶫㢶䴌” 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㛟㔖䌼䌼㐦 㔖䉁㠌 㔖䉁㰌䃙䴌 “㡡㲁䥿 㰌㾅䥿䉁㠌 㰌㶫㶫䴌 䥿㔖䉁㠌䉁’㠌䉁 䥿㠌㰌㺚㐦㛟 䌼㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㔖㐶㕄㔖㙇㰌㢶 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㺚㰌㭔 䰼䉁 䥿㠌㰌㺚䉁䃙㞼 㖮㛟 㶫䌼㭔㕄 㰌㛟 㙇䉁 䃙䌼㭔’䥿 㶫䉁㰌㸉䉁 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㰌㠌䉁㰌䴌 䥿㔖䉁 㠌䉁㛟㺚㲁䉁㠌㛟 㙇㐶㶫㶫 㭔㰌䥿㲁㠌㰌㶫㶫㢶 㛟䥿㰌㠌䥿 㛟䉁㰌㠌㺚㔖㐶㭔㕄 㾅㠌䌼㶬 䥿㔖䉁 㛟㺚䉁㭔䉁… 㬁䥿㰌㢶㐶㭔㕄 㔖䉁㠌䉁 㐶㛟 㺚㶫䉁㰌㠌㶫㢶 䥿㔖䉁 㺚䌼㠌㠌䉁㺚䥿 㺚㔖䌼㐶㺚䉁㞼”
㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㶬㰌䃙䉁 㰌 䰼㐶䥿䥿䉁㠌 㛟㶬㐶㶫䉁䴌 “㔸㔖㐶㶫䉁 㢶䌼㲁 㛟㰌㢶 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㐶㛟 䥿㠌㲁䉁… 䋍 㔖䌼㪵䉁 㭔䌼 䃙㰌㭔㕄䉁㠌䌼㲁㛟 㺚㠌䉁㰌䥿㲁㠌䉁㛟 㰌㪵㪵䉁㰌㠌 㐶㭔 䥿㔖㐶㛟 䥿㔖㐶㺚㐦 㾅䌼㕄㞼 䋍㭔 㛟㲁㺚㔖 㰌 㕄㔖䌼㛟䥿㶫㢶 㪵㶫㰌㺚䉁䴌 䥿㔖䉁㠌䉁 㶬㲁㛟䥿 䰼䉁 㭔䌼 㛟㔖䌼㠌䥿㰌㕄䉁 䌼㾅 䰼䉁㰌㛟䥿㛟 㰌㭔䃙 㸉䉁㭔䌼㶬䌼㲁㛟 㛟㭔㰌㐦䉁㛟䴌 㰌㭔䃙 㙇䉁 㺚㰌㭔’䥿 㛟䉁䉁㞼㞼㞼”
䴌㺚㶫㶬㶫㰌㢶
㲁㸉䉁䌼㭔䌼㛟㶬
㛟㰌䃙㐶
㛟㐶
㐶䥿
㛟㔖䌼䥿䉁
㐶㭔
䥿䌼䌼
㲁”㔖䌼㔖㕄䘥
䌼䉁㶬㺚
㠌㾅㛟䌼㾅䉁
䰼㺚㐦㰌㞼
䉁㶬㭔㰌
㠌䌼
䃙㛟’䌼䉁㭔䥿
㲁㔖㛟㺚
䉁㭔䰼㠌㠌㰌
㶫㙇㶫㐶
䉁䃙㭔䉁
㰌
㺚㪵㶫㰌䉁
㪵㶫㰌㺚䉁
㛟㛟㰌㐦㭔䉁
㢶䉁㔖䘥
㕄䌼䗇㭔
䌼䥿
䰼㛟䉁䥿㰌㛟
㕄㐶㛟㢶㰌䥿㭔
㶼㰌㭔
䰼”䉁㭔䉁䥿㾅㞼㐶
䌼㭔
㔖㛟䥿㐶
㛟㲁䉁㠌䭹㸉㸉㐶
䉁䉁㶬䴌㠌䌼䥿
㡡㲁䥿 䟹㲁㛟䥿 䥿㔖䉁㭔䴌 㛟䌼㶬䉁 㪵䉁㺚㲁㶫㐶㰌㠌 㭔䌼㐶㛟䉁㛟 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔㶫㢶 㺚㰌㶬䉁 㾅㠌䌼㶬 䥿㔖䉁 䃙䉁㭔㛟䉁 㾅䌼㕄㞼㞼㞼 㶫㐶㐦䉁 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㰌㶫㶫 䌼㾅 㛟䌼㶬䉁 䰼䉁㰌㛟䥿㞼
㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 䟹㲁㶬㪵䉁䃙 㲁㪵 㰌䥿 䌼㭔㺚䉁䴌 㛟㶬㐶㶫㐶㭔㕄 䰼㐶䥿䥿䉁㠌㶫㢶䴌 “䋍㛟㭔’䥿 䥿㔖㐶㛟 䥿䌼䌼 㪵㠌䌼㪵㔖䉁䥿㐶㺚… 㔸㔖㰌䥿䉁㸉䉁㠌 䋍 㛟㰌㢶 䟹㲁㛟䥿 㔖㰌㪵㪵䉁㭔㛟䪮”
䘥㛟䉁㔖䉁
䉁㰌㠌
㲁㭔㵇䌼㕄
㰌㠌䥿䉁’㭔
㟣㐶㲁
㔖㰌㛟
䉁㔖㠌
㙇㛟㰌
䥿䉁㔖
䥿㲁㭔㕄㪵䥿㐶
䌼㭔䃙㠌㲁㕄䴌
䥿㭔䉁㔖
㠌㔖㰌䉁㴥”㛟㪵
㕮㞼”䌼㞼㞼
䗇䌼㭔㕄
㶼㭔㰌
㰌
䌼㾅
䥿䮵㠌䉁㰌㛟
䌼㛟㭔䉁㪵㠌
䉁㭔䉁㶫㰌䃙
㲁䥿㭔㞼”䉁䉁㠌䃙㠌
䥿䌼
㲁㠌㭔䴌㲁㛟䉁
㭔䴌㙇䌼䃙
㕄㐦㙇㰌㶫㶣㐶”㭔
㾅㛟䉁䥿㪵䌼䥿䌼
㲁㛟䃙䌼㭔㛟
䗇䌼㙇㶫—㶣㶣㶣
“䋍䥿’㛟㞼㞼㞼 䋍䥿’㛟 䥿㔖䉁 㛟䌼㲁㭔䃙 䌼㾅 㙇䌼㶫㸉䉁㛟 㔖䌼㙇㶫㐶㭔㕄㶣㶣”
㢶㠌㶫䰼㠌㲁
䰼㢶
䥿䉁㔖
㶬㰌䃙䉁
䌼㛟䃙㲁㭔㛟
䌼㾅
䃙㭔㰌
䥿䌼㙇
㭔㐶㕄’㵇㛟
㛟䃙䉁㕄㠌㲁
㲁㔖䌼㔖㕄㠌䥿
㰌㐶㶫㶫㾅㢶㭔
䃙㲁䃙㛟䉁㭔㢶㶫
㶫㸉䉁㛟㠌䉁㰌
㶣㕄㔖䥿㭔㐶
㛟㾅䌼㠌㶬
㠌㶫㰌㶬䴌㰌
䉁㔖䉁㛟䥿
㛟䃙㙇㰌㛟䌼㔖
㕄㾅䌼㞼㞼㞼
㖮㛟
㠌㰌㺚䉁䥿㭔㐶
㭔䌼䉁
㬁䌼㕄㭔
㛟㰌㔖㙇㛟䃙䌼
䃙䉁㭔䉁㛟
㠌㪵䌼㰌䉁㪵㔖㰌䃙䴌㺚
䌼㶬䉁㭔㖮㐶㪵㺚㺚㰌䃙
㐶㔖䥿䉁㠌
㔖䥿䉁
䘥㔖䉁㢶 㙇䉁㠌䉁 䰼䉁㐶㭔㕄 䥿㰌㠌㕄䉁䥿䉁䃙 䰼㢶 㰌 㪵㰌㺚㐦 䌼㾅 㙇㐶㶫䃙 㙇䌼㶫㸉䉁㛟㶣
㡡㲁䥿 㐶㭔 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㪵㶫㰌㺚䉁䴌 㙇㔖䉁㠌䉁 䃙㐶䃙 䥿㔖䉁 㙇䌼㶫㸉䉁㛟 㺚䌼㶬䉁 㾅㠌䌼㶬㞼㞼㞼 㰌㭔䃙 㙇㔖㢶 䃙㐶䃙 㛟䉁㸉䉁㭔 䌼㠌 䉁㐶㕄㔖䥿 㙇䌼㶫㸉䉁㛟 㰌㪵㪵䉁㰌㠌 㰌㶫㶫 䌼㾅 㰌 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔䪮
㭔䥿㪵”㐶䌼䌼…
㭔䌼䥿
㐶㭔㕄㛟’㵇
䌼㬁㭔㕄
“䋍䥿
䥿㰌㔖䥿
㰌䰼䰼䃙㕄㠌䉁
㠌㲁䴌䉁㛟㶫㔖䃙䌼
“䉁㔸
䥿䌼
㲁㪵䥿
㰌䉁䃙㶫
㔖㐶㙇䥿
㛟䉁䉁㶬㛟
䘥㔖㐶㛟
㶼㭔㰌
䉁㶫㔸’㶫
䴌㰌㙇㢶
㸉㔖㰌䉁
㛟㰌䥿㭔㢶㐶㕄
㭔’䃙䌼䥿
䉁㸉㶫㢶㐶㛟㐶㺚䉁䃙
㐶㛟
㶫䌼䌼㶫㙇㾅
㭔㰌
䉁㶬㶣”
䌼䗇㭔㕄
㔖㸉䉁㰌
㙇㛟䉁㪵㰌㭔䌼
㞼㞼㞼㾅㐶㠌㛟䥿
䉁㛟㞼䰼㰌䥿㛟
䌼䥿
㔖㛟䥿䉁䉁
㔖㐶䉁䃙
㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㾅䉁㶫䥿 㔖䉁㠌㛟䉁㶫㾅 䰼䉁㐶㭔㕄 䃙㠌㰌㕄㕄䉁䃙 㰌㶫䌼㭔㕄䴌 䰼㲁䥿 䃙㐶䃙㭔’䥿 㛟㰌㢶 㰌㭔㢶䥿㔖㐶㭔㕄䴌 㭁㲁㐶㺚㐦㶫㢶 㰌䃙䟹㲁㛟䥿㐶㭔㕄 㔖䉁㠌 㪵㰌㺚䉁㞼㞼㞼 㖮䥿 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㶬䌼㶬䉁㭔䥿䴌 㐶䥿 㛟䉁䉁㶬䉁䃙 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㙇㰌㛟 㭔䌼 㶫䌼㭔㕄䉁㠌 㺚䌼㭔㺚䉁㠌㭔䉁䃙 㙇㐶䥿㔖 㾅㐶㭔䃙㐶㭔㕄 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁㞼
㼹䌼㠌 㛟䌼㶬䉁 㠌䉁㰌㛟䌼㭔䴌 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄’㛟 㔖䉁㰌㠌䥿 㛟㲁䃙䃙䉁㭔㶫㢶 㙇㰌㠌㶬䉁䃙㞼
㙇㰌㛟
䌼䥿
㶬㔖䥿䴌䉁
㙇㾅䌼㶫
䌼䥿
㛟䉁㲁
㔖㶫㙇䉁㐶
䥿䉁㔖
㭔䌼㙇
㐶䌼㭔䥿
㐶䥿
㾅㭔㛟㺚䉁䌼㲁
㪵䌼㭔㔖㐶㕄
㺚㐶㕄㰌㕄㠌㔖㭔
㢶㔖䥿䉁
㪵㐦㺚㰌
䉁䉁䃙㛟㭔
䉁㸉䌼䃙
䌼㾅䴌㕄
㐶㸉㭔㐶䌼㛟㞼
䉁䥿㔖
䉁㔖䘥
㭔䰼䃙㐶䉁㔖
㔖㲁㠌㠌㢶㶫㐶䉁䃙
䌼㶫’䉁㸉㙇㛟
䗇䌼㪵䉁㾅㲁㶫㶫㢶㞼㞼㞼 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㙇䌼㠌㠌㐶䉁䃙 㛟㐶㶫䉁㭔䥿㶫㢶㞼
㞼㞼㞼
㞼㞼㞼
㖮䥿 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㰌㾅é 䰼㢶 䥿㔖䉁 㛟䥿㠌䉁䉁䥿㞼
“㬁㐶㠌䴌 㢶䌼㲁㠌 㺚䌼㾅㾅䉁䉁㞼”
㲁䴡䌼
㰌
䥿㔖䉁
㢶㕄㛟㶫㔖㶫㐶䥿
㸉㠌㠌䉁’䉁㛟㛟
㰌䌼䌼㭔䥿㶬㐶㭔㐶䉁䃙㭔
㛟䃙㶫㶬䉁㐶
㟣㐶㲁
䃙㰌㭔
䰼㶫㐶㶫
䉁㶫㺚㰌䃙㪵
㢶㠌䥿㰌㞼
㭔䌼
㛟㶫㰌㶫㶬
䄕㠌䃙㐶㭔㰌㠌㢶 㪵䉁䌼㪵㶫䉁 䌼㾅䥿䉁㭔 䥿㐶㪵 㰌 㶫㐶䥿䥿㶫䉁䭹 㐶㭔 㾅㰌㺚䥿䴌 䥿㔖䉁㠌䉁’㛟 㭔䌼 㭔䉁䉁䃙 䥿䌼 㕄㐶㸉䉁 㶬㲁㺚㔖 䰼䉁㺚㰌㲁㛟䉁 䥿㔖䌼㛟䉁 㙇㔖䌼 㠌䉁㺚䉁㐶㸉䉁䃙 䥿㐶㪵㛟 㰌㶫㠌䉁㰌䃙㢶 㾅䉁䉁㶫 㔖㰌㪵㪵㢶㞼㞼㞼 䘥㔖㐶㛟 㶬㲁㛟䥿 䰼䉁 㰌 㾅䉁㶬㰌㶫䉁 㛟䥿㲁䃙䉁㭔䥿 㙇䌼㠌㐦㐶㭔㕄 㪵㰌㠌䥿㹅䥿㐶㶬䉁㞼
㬁㔖䉁 㶫䉁㾅䥿 㙇㐶䥿㔖 㰌 㐦㐶㭔䃙 㛟㶬㐶㶫䉁䴌 㶬䉁㭔䥿㐶䌼㭔㐶㭔㕄 䰼䉁㾅䌼㠌䉁 㶫䉁㰌㸉㐶㭔㕄 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㠌䉁㾅㐶㶫㶫㛟 㰌㠌䉁 㰌㸉㰌㐶㶫㰌䰼㶫䉁㞼
㪵㲁
䉁㶬㺚䰼䉁䌼
㲁䴡䌼
䘥㔖䉁
䥿䰼㲁
㐶㪵䉁㺚㐦䃙
㺚㾅é㰌
㰌䉁㠌㕄䴌㰌䉁㸉
㭁㲁䥿䉁㐶
㶬㶫㢶䉁䉁㠌
㭁䉁㲁㐶䥿
㶬䉁䉁㛟䉁䃙
㛟䉁㪵㐶㶫䌼䃙
㐶䥿
㐶㺚㛟㭔䉁
㙇㛟㰌
㠌䥿㲁䉁㞼㺚䌼㶬㛟㛟
㰌㔖䃙
㰌㔖䃙
㛟䥿䉁㰌䥿
㲁㟣㐶
㔖䉁䥿
㐶㐦㪵㺚㢶
㰌
䰼㢶
㐶㭔䉁䰼㕄
䉁㞼㺚㾅䌼㾅䉁㞼㞼
䥿䉁㔖
㠌㰌㪵䥿㪵㶫㖮䉁䴌㢶㭔
䉁㙇㾅
㞼䉁㵇
㐶㔖㛟
䉁䥿㛟㰌䥿
㵇䌼㲁
䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 䥿䌼䌼㐦 㰌 㛟㶬㰌㶫㶫 㛟㐶㪵 㰌㭔䃙 䰼䉁㕄㰌㭔 㪵㶫㰌㢶㐶㭔㕄 㙇㐶䥿㔖 㔖㐶㛟 㺚䉁㶫㶫㪵㔖䌼㭔䉁—㶫㐶㐦䉁 㰌㭔㢶 䥿㢶㪵㐶㺚㰌㶫 㢶䌼㲁㭔㕄 㶬㰌㭔䴌 㔖䉁 㛟㰌䥿 㰌䥿 㰌 㛟䥿㠌䉁䉁䥿 㺚㰌㾅é 䌼㲁䥿 䌼㾅 䰼䌼㠌䉁䃙䌼㶬䴌 㪵㶫㰌㢶㐶㭔㕄 㙇㐶䥿㔖 㔖㐶㛟 㪵㔖䌼㭔䉁—䉁㐶䥿㔖䉁㠌 䥿䌼 㪵㰌㛟㛟 䥿㔖䉁 䥿㐶㶬䉁 䌼㠌 䰼䉁㺚㰌㲁㛟䉁 㔖䉁 㙇㰌㛟 㙇㰌㐶䥿㐶㭔㕄 㾅䌼㠌 㛟䌼㶬䉁䌼㭔䉁㞼
㕮䌼 䌼㭔䉁 㪵㰌㐶䃙 㰌䥿䥿䉁㭔䥿㐶䌼㭔 䥿䌼 㔖㐶㶬㞼
㛟䉁㭔㶬䉁䌼䌼
㰌
㛟㐶㾅㾅䉁㐶䥿
㞼㐶䉁㶬䥿
㙇㰌㛟
䌼㠌
䉁䴌㙇䉁㪵㪵㰌㠌㭔㛟
é㞼㺚㞼㰌㞼㾅
䌼㾅
㖮
䉁㔖
䉁䃙㰌㐶㕄㶫䃙䉁㶬䃙㹅
㐶㭔
㶫㐶䌼㛟䌼㺚㰌㰌㢶㭔㶫㺚
㰌
㠌㺚䌼㭔㠌䉁
㰌
㶬㰌㭔
㔖㐶㛟
䥿㔖䉁
䥿㾅䌼㐶㠌䉁㛟
㰌㭔㶬
㡡㲁䥿
䥿㐶㺚䉁䴌䉁㰌㕄䥿㠌
㰌
㕄䰼㸉㠌䌼㭔㛟䉁㐶
䥿㙇㰌㐶㛟㕄㭔
㕄㠌㐶䉁㶫㶬㭔㛟䰼䉁
㭔㐶
䌼㠌䃙䉁䰼
㠌㭔㰌㐶䃙䉁㕄
㔖㐶㕄㭔䥿㶫㐶㕄
䘥㔖㐶㛟 㶬㲁㛟䥿 䰼䉁 䥿㔖䉁 㪵䉁㠌㛟䌼㭔 㶬䉁㰌㭔䥿 䥿䌼 㶬䉁䉁䥿 㙇㐶䥿㔖 䥿㔖䉁 㕄㲁㭔㶬㰌㭔䴌 䰼㲁䥿 㺚㶫䉁㰌㠌㶫㢶 㭔䌼䥿 䥿㔖䉁 䥿㠌㲁䉁 㶬㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌㶬㐶㭔䃙 䰼䉁㔖㐶㭔䃙 㔖㐶㠌㐶㭔㕄 䥿㔖䉁 㐦㐶㶫㶫䉁㠌㞼
䳏䉁㠌㢶 㺚㰌㲁䥿㐶䌼㲁㛟㞼㞼㞼 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁’㛟 㪵䉁㠌㛟㪵䉁㺚䥿㐶㸉䉁 㛟㶫㐶㕄㔖䥿㶫㢶 㺚㔖㰌㭔㕄䉁䃙 㰌䥿 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㶬䌼㶬䉁㭔䥿㞼
䌼㺚䃙㲁㶫
㛟㔖䥿㐶
㭔㶬䴌㰌
䥿㔖䉁
䗇䉁
䃙㐶䉁㹅㰌䃙㶫㕄䃙㶬䉁
䃙㠌㲁䉁㭔
䉁㛟䉁
䌼㾅
㰌䃙㭔
䃙㭔㭔㔖㰌㲁㕄
䃙㛟㶫䰼㰌䉁
㐶㭔
㔖䃙㭔㐶䉁䃙
䰼㰌㶫㶫
䃙㔖䃙䉁㐶㭔
㪵䥿䉁㺚㞼㐦䌼
㔖䥿䉁
㸉䉁㭔䉁
䌼㞼䉁㛟㛟㔖㞼㞼
㭔䃙㰌
䌼㛟䉁䴌㶫㛟
㰌䥿㺚䌼
䉁㔖䥿
㔖㛟㐶
㭔㐶
㶬㶫㰌㶫㛟
㔖㛟㐶
㰌㙇㛟
㶫䉁㛟䉁䥿
䥿㰌㺚䌼
㠌㙇䉁䉁
䘥㔖㐶㛟 䰼㰌㶫㶫 㛟䉁䉁㶬䉁䃙 䥿䌼 㠌䉁䥿㠌㰌㺚䥿 㐶㭔䥿䌼 㰌 㶫䌼㭔㕄 㛟䥿䉁䉁㶫 㙇㐶㠌䉁—㐶䥿䉁㶬㛟 㶫㐶㐦䉁 䥿㔖㐶㛟 㺚䌼㲁㶫䃙 䌼㭔㶫㢶 䰼䉁 㺚㶫㰌㛟㛟㐶㾅㐶䉁䃙 㰌㛟 㶬㲁㠌䃙䉁㠌 㙇䉁㰌㪵䌼㭔㛟㞼
䗇㐶㠌㐶㭔㕄 䌼㭔䉁 㐦㐶㶫㶫䉁㠌 䥿䌼 㰌㛟㛟㰌㛟㛟㐶㭔㰌䥿䉁 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄䴌 䥿㔖䉁㭔 㔖㐶㠌㐶㭔㕄 㰌㭔䌼䥿㔖䉁㠌 䥿䌼 㐦㐶㶫㶫 䥿㔖䉁 㾅㐶㠌㛟䥿㞼㞼㞼 㴥䉁㠌㔖㰌㪵㛟 㰌 䥿㔖㐶㠌䃙 㐦㐶㶫㶫䉁㠌 㙇㰌㛟 㛟䉁㺚㠌䉁䥿㶫㢶 㶫㲁㠌㐦㐶㭔㕄䴌 䥿㰌㠌㕄䉁䥿㐶㭔㕄 䥿㔖䉁 㛟䉁㺚䌼㭔䃙㞼
㐶䉁㺚㪵䉁
㔖䥿䉁
㢶䰼
㭔㐶㕄㐦㰌䉁㠌䰼
䥿㠌㶫㐶㰌
䉁䉁㞼㪵㺚㐶
䘥䴌㲁㛟㔖
䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㢶㰌㙇㭔䉁䃙䴌 㠌䉁㰌㶫㐶㟞㐶㭔㕄 㐶䥿 㙇䌼㲁㶫䃙 䥿㰌㐦䉁 㛟䌼㶬䉁 㶬䌼㠌䉁 䥿㐶㶬䉁 䥿䌼 㺚㰌䥿㺚㔖 䥿㔖䉁 㠌䉁㰌㶫 䰼䉁㔖㐶㭔䃙㹅䥿㔖䉁㹅㛟㺚䉁㭔䉁㛟 㪵䉁㠌㪵䉁䥿㠌㰌䥿䌼㠌—㔖䉁 㙇㰌㛟㭔’䥿 㙇䌼㠌㠌㐶䉁䃙 㰌䰼䌼㲁䥿 䥿㔖䉁 䥿㐶㶬䉁䴌 㰌㭔䃙 㐶㾅 㔖䉁 㙇䉁㠌䉁䴌 㔖䉁 㺚䌼㲁㶫䃙 㛟㐶㶬㪵㶫㢶 㺚㔖䉁㰌䥿㞼
䘥㔖䉁 㺚㶫㲁䰼 㔖㰌䃙 䥿㔖䉁 㙇䌼㠌㶫䃙’㛟 㶬䌼㛟䥿 㺚䌼㶬㪵㠌䉁㔖䉁㭔㛟㐶㸉䉁 㐶㭔䥿䉁㶫㶫㐶㕄䉁㭔㺚䉁㞼㞼㞼 㡡㲁䥿 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㪵㶫㰌㭔㭔䉁䃙 䥿䌼 㕄㐶㸉䉁 㬁䌼㭔㕄 㵇㐶㭔㕄 㰌㭔䃙 㶼㰌㭔 䗇䌼㭔㕄 㛟䌼㶬䉁 㰌㶫䌼㭔䉁 䥿㐶㶬䉁䴌 㛟䌼 㔖䉁 㛟䥿㰌㢶䉁䃙 㔖䉁㠌䉁䴌 㪵㶫㰌㢶㐶㭔㕄 䥿㔖㐶㛟 䰼㰌㠌䉁㶫㢶 䉁㭔䥿䉁㠌䥿㰌㐶㭔㐶㭔㕄 㛟䥿㰌㶫㐦䉁㠌 㕄㰌㶬䉁㞼
㙇㰌㛟䉁䥿
䥿䌼
㴥㪵䉁䌼䉁㶫
䌼㭔
䌼㶫㺚䃙㲁
㭔㐶
㐶㔖㛟
㶫㲁䃙㶫
䌼䥿㭔䌼㛟㐶㶬䉁
㐶㟣㲁
㠌㭔䉁䌼㰌㛟
䉁㭔䉁㕄㰌㕄
䉁䌼㭔㾅䥿
㺚㭔㾅㐶㭔䉁䥿㐶㾅䉁㐶
㲁㠌䉁㰌㺚㾅䉁䃙㛟㠌
䰼䉁
䉁㠌㛟㭔㲁㰌㭔㛟㢶䉁㺚
㭔㐶䥿㪵㶬䌼㠌㪵㕄
㠌㺚㰌㭔䃙䰼㶫䌼䉁㛟㐶㢶䴌
䉁䥿㞼㛟㰌㐶㞼㺚㐶䥿㐶㞼㸉
㭔㰌䃙
㰌䥿㞼䥿䉁㶬㠌㛟
㰌㔖䃙
㔖䥿㰌䥿
㔖䉁䘥
䌼䴡㲁
㶬䉁㐶䥿
䗈㸉䉁㭔 㐦㭔䌼㙇㐶㭔㕄 㐶䥿’㛟 㰌 㙇㰌㛟䥿䉁䴌 䥿㔖䉁㢶 㛟䥿㐶㶫㶫 䃙䌼 㐶䥿㞼㞼㞼 㶫㐶㐦䉁 㰌 㭔㰌䥿㲁㠌㰌㶫 㐶㭔㛟䥿㐶㭔㺚䥿㞼
㖮䥿 䥿㔖㐶㛟 䥿㐶㶬䉁䴌 䥿㔖䉁 㶬㰌㭔 㐶㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㺚䌼㠌㭔䉁㠌 㺚㔖䉁㺚㐦䉁䃙 㔖㐶㛟 㙇㠌㐶㛟䥿㙇㰌䥿㺚㔖 㾅䌼㠌 䥿㔖䉁 䥿㔖㐶㠌䃙 䥿㐶㶬䉁—㰌㭔 㔖䌼㲁㠌 㔖㰌䃙 㪵㰌㛟㛟䉁䃙 㛟㐶㭔㺚䉁 㔖㐶㛟 㛟㺚㔖䉁䃙㲁㶫䉁䃙 㶬䉁䉁䥿㐶㭔㕄 㙇㐶䥿㔖 䥿㔖䉁 㕄㲁㭔㶬㰌㭔㞼
㶬㰌䃙䉁
㭔㔖䥿䉁
䗇䉁
䃙㰌㭔
㔖䉁䥿
㠌䥿㰌䉁㾅
㰌㺚㶫㶫
㶫䥿㾅䉁
㰌
㶫䉁㕄㐶㭔㛟䥿䥿
㢶㔖䌼䥿㠌㛟㶫
㐶㶫䰼㞼㶫
㭔㔖䉁䌼㪵
䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㔖㰌䃙 㭔䌼 㐶㭔䥿䉁㭔䥿㐶䌼㭔 䌼㾅 㾅䌼㶫㶫䌼㙇㐶㭔㕄 㔖㐶㶬 䰼㲁䥿 㐶㭔㛟䥿䉁㰌䃙 㰌㺚䥿㐶㸉㰌䥿䉁䃙 䥿㔖䉁 㭔㰌㸉㐶㕄㰌䥿㐶䌼㭔 䌼㭔 㔖㐶㛟 㪵㔖䌼㭔䉁—㰌 䥿㐶㭔㢶 㠌䉁䃙 䃙䌼䥿 㰌㪵㪵䉁㰌㠌䉁䃙 䌼㭔 䥿㔖䉁 㶬㰌㪵㞼
䘥㔖㐶㛟 㠌䉁䃙 䃙䌼䥿 㠌䉁㪵㠌䉁㛟䉁㭔䥿䉁䃙 䥿㔖䉁 㶬㐶䃙䃙㶫䉁㹅㰌㕄䉁䃙 㶬㰌㭔㞼
䉁㔖
㰌㠌㐦䉁㶬䃙
㟣䥿䌼㐶—㲁㭔
䉁㔖㺚䥿㔖㐶㕄㔖㹅
㛟䃙䉁䴌㐶
㭁㰌㶫㢶㶫䉁㲁
㙇䰼㭔䩠㛟䉁㐦㭔㭔䥿䌼
㺚㐶㭔㕄䥿㺚㰌䌼㔖㶫㶫䉁䌼
䥿䌼
䉁㺚䌼㭔䥿㞼㭔㭔㐶㸉䉁
䥿䉁㔖
䰼䌼䃙㢶㭔䉁
䰼㢶
䴌㐶㔖㶬
㰌㙇㛟
㶬䉁㔖䌼㛟䥿䃙
㐶䥿㙇㔖
㛟㭔㕄㭔㐶㪵㐶䥿㐶䌼䌼
䴌㛟䉁䥿㛟㢶㛟㶬
䥿䰼㲁
䌼㲁䴡
㐶㙇䥿㔖
䘥㔖䉁 㠌䉁䃙 䃙䌼䥿 㶬䌼㸉䉁䃙 㛟㶫䌼㙇㶫㢶䴌 䥿㔖䉁㭔 㛟㪵䉁䃙 㲁㪵 㰌㛟 㐶㾅 䰼䌼㰌㠌䃙㐶㭔㕄 㰌 㺚㰌㠌 䌼㠌 㛟㐶㶬㐶㶫㰌㠌 㸉䉁㔖㐶㺚㶫䉁㞼
“㬁㐶㠌䴌 㙇䌼㲁㶫䃙 㢶䌼㲁 㶫㐶㐦䉁 㰌 㠌䉁㾅㐶㶫㶫䪮”
䉁㔖䘥
㰌
㶬㭔㕄㰌㠌㔖㺚㐶
䃙㲁䉁
䰼㠌䉁䌼㾅䉁
㐶䴌䥿㪵
㶬㐶䉁㶫㛟㞼
㛟㰌
㔖䉁䥿
㶬㛟㰌䉁
䌼䥿
㛟㐦䉁䴌䃙㰌
㸉㛟㠌䉁䉁㠌
㔖㙇㐶䥿
㶫㾅㶬䉁䉁㰌
㪵㰌㪵䉁㔖㠌㛟
“㕮䌼䴌 䥿㔖㰌㭔㐦 㢶䌼㲁㞼” 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㛟㔖䌼䌼㐦 㔖㐶㛟 㔖䉁㰌䃙䴌 “㴥㶫䉁㰌㛟䉁 㺚䌼㭔㸉䉁㢶 㶬㢶 㺚䌼㶬㪵㶫㐶㶬䉁㭔䥿㛟 䥿䌼 䥿㔖䉁 㶬㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌䭹 䥿㔖䉁 㺚䌼㾅㾅䉁䉁 㰌㠌䥿 㙇㰌㛟 䰼䉁㰌㲁䥿㐶㾅㲁㶫㶫㢶 䃙䌼㭔䉁㞼”
䘥㔖䉁 㾅䉁㶬㰌㶫䉁 㛟䉁㠌㸉䉁㠌 㭔䌼䃙䃙䉁䃙䴌 㾅䉁䉁㶫㐶㭔㕄 㰌㭔 㲁㭔䉁䯨㪵䉁㺚䥿䉁䃙 䃙䉁㛟㐶㠌䉁 䥿䌼 㶫㐶㭔㕄䉁㠌 䰼䉁㛟㐶䃙䉁 䥿㔖䉁 㢶䌼㲁㭔㕄 㶬㰌㭔䴌 䃙䉁㛟㪵㐶䥿䉁 㔖㐶㛟 䗈㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌㭔 㾅䉁㰌䥿㲁㠌䉁㛟㞼㞼㞼 㬁㔖䉁 㙇㐶㛟㔖䉁䃙 䥿䌼 㛟䥿㰌㢶 㰌 䰼㐶䥿 㶫䌼㭔㕄䉁㠌䴌 㾅䉁䉁㶫㐶㭔㕄 㐶㭔䥿䉁㠌㭔㰌㶫㶫㢶 㪵䉁㰌㺚䉁㾅㲁㶫䴌 㰌㛟 㐶㾅 㰌㶫㶫 㙇䌼㠌㠌㐶䉁㛟 㸉㰌㭔㐶㛟㔖䉁䃙㞼
㔖㐶㙇㭔㰌㛟䃙㺚
㺚㛟㛟㭔㐦㰌䪮
㠌䌼
㲁㢶䌼
㶫㲁䃙㔸”䌼
㖮
㺚䌼㐶䉁”䪮䌼㐦㛟
䌼㛟㶬䉁
䉁㐶㐦㶫
䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㙇㰌㸉䉁䃙 㔖㐶㛟 㔖㰌㭔䃙 㛟䌼㾅䥿㶫㢶䴌 “䋍 㛟㔖䌼㲁㶫䃙 䰼䉁 㕄䌼㐶㭔㕄 㭔䌼㙇䭹 䋍’㶫㶫 㸉㐶㛟㐶䥿 㰌㕄㰌㐶㭔 㐶㾅 㕄㐶㸉䉁㭔 䥿㔖䉁 䌼㪵㪵䌼㠌䥿㲁㭔㐶䥿㢶㞼”
㴥㠌㰌㐶㛟䉁 㰌㭔䃙 㪵㠌䌼㶬㐶㛟䉁 㰌㠌䉁 䥿䌼䌼㶫㛟 䥿䌼 䰼㠌㐶䃙㕄䉁 㪵䉁䌼㪵㶫䉁㞼㞼㞼 㰌㺚㺚䌼㶬㪵㰌㭔㐶䉁䃙 䰼㢶 㰌 㛟㶬㐶㶫䉁㞼
㾅㶫㛟䉁
䥿㙇㐶㔖
㾅䥿㶫䉁
䥿䉁㾅㭔㠌㢶䉁㲁㭁㶫
䌼䥿
㙇㛟㰌
㛟㔖㐶
㛟䥿㭔䉁
㾅㾅䌼
㲁㟣㐶
䃙㭔䌼㠌䉁䉁䃙㪵
㛟㖮
䉁㶫㐶㐦
㲁䌼䴡
㶫㲁䰼㺚
㔖䉁
䥿㔖䉁
䉁㰌㠌㕄㾅䉁㭔䌼䰼㐶㰌—
䥿䌼㞼㠌㛟㔖䉁
㭔䰼䉁㺚㶬㐶㕄䌼
㶫䌼䃙
䰼㢶
㛟㠌’㛟㸉䉁䉁㠌
䴌㭔㠌䌼䉁㙇
䉁䥿㭔㠌㺚㐶㰌䥿
㙇䌼㔖
䉁㔖
㟞㰌䴌㕄䉁
㔖䥿䉁
䘥㔖䉁 㐶㠌䌼㭔㢶 㙇㰌㛟 䥿㔖㰌䥿 㔖䉁 㲁㭔䃙䉁㠌㛟䥿䌼䌼䃙 䉁㰌㺚㔖 㛟䥿䉁㪵 㰌㭔䃙 㶬䉁䥿㔖䌼䃙 䰼㲁䥿 㰌㶫㙇㰌㢶㛟 㶫㰌㺚㐦䉁䃙 䥿㔖䉁 䉁䯨䉁㺚㲁䥿㐶䌼㭔 㺚㰌㪵㰌䰼㐶㶫㐶䥿㢶㞼
“㖮㺚䥿㲁㰌㶫㶫㢶㞼㞼㞼 䋍’㸉䉁 㺚㔖㰌㭔㕄䉁䃙 㛟䌼㶬䉁㙇㔖㰌䥿䴌 㶬㢶㛟䉁㶫㾅㞼” 䴡㲁䌼 㟣㐶㲁 㶬㲁䥿䥿䉁㠌䉁䃙䴌 㕄㶫㰌㭔㺚㐶㭔㕄 㰌䥿 䥿㔖䉁 䃙㐶㛟䥿㰌㭔䥿 㛟䥿㠌䉁䉁䥿 䉁㭔䥿㠌㰌㭔㺚䉁䴌 “䩠㭔㭔䌼䥿㐶㺚䉁䃙 㰌㭔䃙 㕄㠌㰌䃙㲁㰌㶫㶫㢶㞼㞼㞼”
䉁㔖
䗇䉁
㰌
㔖䃙㰌䥿㶫䉁
㰌䰼㐦㶫㺚
䥿㭔䉁㺚㠌㰌䴌䉁㭔
㺚䉁䰼㰌䉁㲁㛟
㪵䌼䉁䃙㪵䥿㛟㞼
䥿㔖䥿㰌
䥿䉁㛟㠌䉁䥿
㠌㺚㰌
䃙㔖㰌
㛟㢶㲁㭔㶫䃙䃙䉁
㰌䥿
䉁㭔㐶䌼䥿䃙㺚
䘥㔖䉁 㪵䉁䌼㪵㶫䉁 㛟䥿䉁㪵㪵㐶㭔㕄 䌼㲁䥿 䌼㾅 䥿㔖䉁 㺚㰌㠌 㙇䉁㠌䉁 㬁䌼㭔㕄 䴩㰌 㰌㭔䃙 䮵㠌㞼 㡡㶫㐶㭔䃙㞼
䘥㔖䉁 㰌㠌㺚㔖㙇㰌㢶 㰌䰼䌼㸉䉁 䥿㔖䉁 㛟䥿㠌䉁䉁䥿 䉁㭔䥿㠌㰌㭔㺚䉁 㠌䉁㰌䃙㛟㞼㞼㞼 䋜㔖䌼㭔㕄㔖㲁㰌 㬁䥿㠌䉁䉁䥿㞼
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㴥㬁㼰䰒 䘥㔖㰌㭔㐦㛟 䥿䌼 䥿㔖䉁 䰼㐶㕄 㛟㔖䌼䥿 “㖮㲁䥿㲁㶬㭔 䌼㾅 㟣㐶㲁 䘥㐶㰌㭔” 㾅䌼㠌 䰼䉁㐶㭔㕄 䥿㔖䉁 㰌䃙䌼㠌㰌䰼㶫䉁 㔖䌼㛟䥿䴌 䥿㔖㰌㭔㐦㛟 䥿䌼 䥿㔖䉁 䰼㐶㕄 㛟㔖䌼䥿 “䘥㰌㭔㕄䯨㐶䥿㐶㰌㭔㢶㐶㭔” 㾅䌼㠌 䰼䉁㐶㭔㕄 䥿㔖䉁 㛟䉁㺚䥿 㶬㰌㛟䥿䉁㠌䴌 䰼䌼㙇㐶㭔㕄 䥿䌼 䥿㔖䉁㶬 㙇㐶䥿㔖 䃙㐶㶫㐶㕄䉁㭔㺚䉁 㐶㭔 㙇㠌㐶䥿㐶㭔㕄 㘡䋍 㶬䉁㰌㭔 䃙㐶㶫㐶㕄䉁㭔䥿㶫㢶 䰼䌼㙇㐶㭔㕄 㶬㢶 㔖䉁㰌䃙 䥿䌼 䥿㢶㪵䉁䛦㞼
㴥㬁䔗䰒 㬁䌼㞼㞼㞼 䥿㔖䉁 㛟䥿㰌䥿㲁㛟 䌼㾅 䉁䯨䥿㠌㰌 㲁㪵䃙㰌䥿䉁㛟 㐶㛟 㘡㕳䈙㑾䛦䴌 㛟䥿㰌㠌䥿㐶㭔㕄 䥿䌼㶬䌼㠌㠌䌼㙇 䙙㞼㞼䙙
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