Chapter 923: Chapter 167: Appetite
Natasha’s elder sister is named Yuna.
Yuna’s muscular dystrophy was discovered five years ago. After a period of treatment, there were no significant results. Eventually, the high cost of treatment overwhelmed the already not-so-wealthy family.
The parents of the two sisters, although still alive, are farmers living in remote areas. They only know that their two daughters have found decent work in the big city but are unaware of Yuna’s illness.
Yuna is a dancer and used to have quite a few opportunities to perform on advanced stages, garnering some fame within the circle.
At that time, Natasha had just graduated from university and started working for a pany, while Yuna, through her own efforts, had already bought a house of her own in the area.
Originally, they planned to work hard for another year or two to save up enough to bring their parents over, but everything turned into a hopeless abyss due to Yuna’s condition.
Although Natasha later achieved some success at work, each month she not only needed to cover Yuna’s treatment costs but also had to send a living allowance to their parents. Thus, although Natasha’s job seemed decent, her monthly expenses were extremely tight.
Because of this, Yuna decided to sell her house, and the two sisters moved to Zhonghua Street, where rent was paratively cheaper.
Life gradually became stable. Apart from her inability to walk properly, Yuna got used to her viewpoint being only half of what it used to be and accustomed herself to having to look up to talk to people.
She also got used to sitting more than standing.
And she got used to not thinking about the stage anymore.
Yuna didn’t really feel that her situation was utterly tragic; at least she still had a sister who never abandoned her.
However…
However.
As she thought about it, Yuna suddenly no longer wanted to stay in this room—it held too many memories between her and Natasha. Their laughter and joy once filled every corner of this humble abode.
During meals, when watching TV, while washing dishes together.
When Natasha would help her change clothes and wipe her back.
Having sleepless conversations until dawn and then watching Natasha rush out with dark circles around her eyes.
Learning to make a Chinese dish from a family downstairs, waiting for Natasha to return from work.
Watching the New Year festivities on Zhonghua Street from the window.
So she opened the door and left that place with difficulty.
…
The door was left ajar, a light push was enough to open it. So at this moment, Song Da frowned—he began to call Yuna’s name in a somewhat unskilled local manner from the doorstep.
As a Martial Artist with exceptional hearing and sensory abilities, Song Da could easily sense that Yuna was not in the house.
He was just worried, so his heart was unsettled, making it difficult to remain calm.
“No need to shout; no one’s inside.” Mr. Blind glanced at Song Da, “She probably hasn’t left long ago. Since she’s not very mobile, she couldn’t have gone far. Let’s go look for her.”
Song Da quickly nodded, “Then you wait here for me, Blind Man!”
“Go ahead.” Mr. Blind nodded.
He hadn’t actually seen Yuna, so many of his tracking methods couldn’t be used—and those that could weren’t worth using.
He was studying Natasha’s changes as a living corpse, which tied his fate to Natasha’s. Acpanying Song Da was to understand this causality.
If he could heal her, he would; if not, he’d offer some other pensation, settling the score and clearing the cause and effect.
After Song Da left, Mr. Blind simply sat down inside the house to contemplate some matters—last night, he had gone to Han Residence and discussed some things with Old Master Song before he went to sleep.
Upon hearing that Mr. Blind also planned to return to China, Old Master Song agreed without hesitation, promising to arrange everything so Mr. Blind could return fortably.
Taoist cultivation values wealth, panionship, the right methods, and locations, which is indeed true, especially when local nature’s spiritual energy is lacking, making wealth even more important—over the years, relying on the Song Family, Mr. Blind had obtained many precious cultivation resources.
This made him recall the time he left the Hua Country, traveled the world, and crossed the seas—back then, he was on a smuggled fishing boat… it was not a pleasant experience.
Flying was definitely much more fortable.
“The second day of the second month, the dragon raises its head, has my senior brother really found the missing ley line this time…” Mr. Blind muttered to himself, simultaneously pinching his fingers as if calculating something.
And this scene naturally fell into the gaze of someone on the rooftop of the opposite building—Luo Qiu’s observation.
The bination of Song Da and Mr. Blind naturally intrigued Luo Qiu—and the place they arrived at together was also on this Zhonghua Street.
Luo Qiu’s gaze turned downward; Song Da was exiting the apartment building, hurriedly moving through the street, seemingly searching for something.
At this moment, Luo Qiu glanced at his phone. The navigation map on it still showed a marked red dot moving… it seemed to be circling, forming a large semi-circle around the area.
“Looks like she plans to keep circling.”
Luo Qiu took one look and didn’t continue to focus on it.
He was on the rooftop of the building, with an expansive view, able to see most of Zhonghua Street… Song Da was looking around the crowd, while on the other side, a woman with a cane was stumbling as she walked.
Before being the club owner, Luo Qiu was someone very skilled at passing the time—by observing all sorts of different people.
It was essentially a day of zoning out—that period of experience gave Luo Qiu an inexplicable, curious feeling even he couldn’t explain.
He would randomly take an interest in something, and if he kept observing, he often witnessed unexpected events… Overall, Ren Ziling once said Luo Qiu was more like a member of the ‘dog squad’ than she was, as if he was a born journalist.
Unfortunately, Luo Qiu had no interest in interviewing others.
The woman had entered a tea house on Zhonghua Street—a type of tea house where patrons could drink tea while watching traditional opera.
…
…
This was a Chinese opera tea house run by an overseas Chinese. Although it was so, the opera troupe invited here wasn’t famous at all.
However, for foreigners and Chinese residents on this Zhonghua Street, simply inviting a troupe and putting up a few striking advertisements would probably make it seem notable, wouldn’t it?
It’s quite clear that this is a highly effective approach—at least, in the past six months when most shops on Zhonghua Street have been struggling, this teahouse has remained lively.
“Yuna, you’re here again?”
The receptionist at the teahouse noticed a woman struggling to move with a pair of crutches, and quickly approached her—not everyone working on Zhonghua Street is Chinese; there are quite a few foreign employees here as well.
The receptionist is part of this group, in her thirties, with a curvy figure, dressed in a custom-made bright red qipao ordered by the teahouse owner, sparking the imagination.
This receptionist has known Yuna for some time. She also lives on Zhonghua Street, and she met Yuna at the market at the end of Zhonghua Street.
Yuna’s mobility is limited, and she has a sorrowful past, which easily invokes pity and sympathy from others—indeed, Yuna has received quite a bit of help on Zhonghua Street.
But after all, they’re not family, and much of the help she receives is indeed limited.
“Yuna? You don’t look well today?” The receptionist helped Yuna walk in and helped her sit down.
Yuna is a regular at this teahouse. In her free time, she es here alone to watch the theater performances—which often last the entire afternoon.
But she always leaves on time—she definitely leaves by dinner time.
She often jokingly tells the receptionist that she came up with a great idea today that should allow her to treat Natasha to a good meal…making people envious of the sisterhood.
“I’d like to be alone for a bit.” Yuna said softly, “Please don’t tell your boss I’m here.”
“Well… alright.” The receptionist nodded, “I’ll get you a glass of water.”
Yuna actually knows the teahouse owner as well—he even had intentions to court her, but she never accepted, and they later became good friends.
So every time Yuna visits, she gets a private room—or rather, the teahouse owner kept it reserved for this friend of his.
The teahouse owner hasn’t given up… the receptionist thought to herself.
But she wouldn’t deliberately inform the teahouse owner because of this… Yuna looked troubled, probably really needed some time to herself and to look at things she liked.
Yuna once said she admired the opera dan roles on this stage.
The receptionist soon brought a glass of water, placing it on the table, while Yuna already leaned by the window, silently watching the stage below.
The clamor of drums sounded, and an opera had already begun.
The receptionist quietly exited this small private room on the second floor.
As Yuna watched, a single tear slipped down… this place was the only one she could think of to escape some things.
But here, it was easier for her to remember many things instead.
“Excuse me, sorry to interrupt.”
Suddenly, a man’s voice came from outside the private room… Yuna snapped back in surprise, hurriedly wiping the corner of her eyes with her hand, and turned around.
She saw a trolley loaded with bamboo steamers slowly enter through the beaded curtain, followed by a young man in teahouse staff attire.
He seemed to be Chinese, given his plexion and hair color—Yuna actually couldn’t distinguish Asian nationalities well without hearing them speak; it was really hard to tell.
But in her memory, there wasn’t such a young staff member in this teahouse… had he been newly hired recently?
Probably, Yuna thought, realizing that she hadn’t been here for over half a month.
If he was an old employee, he wouldn’t just walk in like this… Yuna shook her head and said to the young man, “Sorry, I don’t want to eat right now, you can go.”
“Miss, you’re not hungry?” The young man smiled faintly and suddenly opened one of the steamers on the trolley.
This teahouse was indeed an odd bination, with someone singing Beijing opera below, while the hall was filled with people selling food on trolleys—these were Cantonese dim sums.
The dim sum inside the opened steamer was shrimp dumplings.
“No need, I really can’t eat.” Yuna still shook her head.
The young man sighed and said, “What a pity, it seems there’s really nothing here that you like to eat.”
Yuna just wanted this young man to leave quickly, her expression starting to show signs of impatience.
But this young man remained unperturbed and asked, “Hmm… is there nothing you particularly like eating? If you could let me know, I could have the kitchen add it next time. You know, customer feedback is very important to us.”
“No, really, there’s nothing.” Yuna faintly frowned.
This young man could really keep his patience… or rather, he was very chatty, and he still persisted: “I see… how about your friends? Don’t you ever e with friends? Knowing their preferences could also help us enhance customer satisfaction.”
“No!”
“Then, what about family?” he suddenly asked.
“No…” Yuna uttered only one word before stopping abruptly, sighing, and looking up, “Is there any Shanghai-style steamed bun? My… sister liked this dish.”
“Of course.” The young man glanced at the numerous steamers on the trolley and finally pulled one out from a corner, placing it in front of Yuna.
He began setting the tableware stored in the trolley cabinets and placed a steamed Bun from the steamer into Yuna’s bowl, ending with a gesture to enjoy her meal, with service that was quite considerate.
Yuna looked at the steamed bun in the bowl but was slow to make a move. Out of instinct, she glanced up at this young man in the teahouse.
He said, “Have a taste, it was just freshly made; it should be at its best right now.”
Yuna nodded silently, using chopsticks with some difficulty to pick up the steamed bun and slowly placed it in her mouth. She first took a small bite, chewed it, and then swallowed.
After a while, Yuna put down the chopsticks, looked at the young man, and revealed a smile harder to look at than crying, choked with emotion, “It’s delicious.”
“I’m glad you’re satisfied.” The young man smiled slightly, “Then I won’t disturb your meal.”
Watching the young man leave with the trolley, Yuna instinctively called after him, naming a few food items, “…do you have these?”
“We do.” The young man nodded and then took the corresponding steamers from the trolley.
Yuna took a bite of each and gradually started eating more and more.
老
盧
䭅㽕㤖”䋞
䋊䮍”䑇䔓㳎
擄
盧蘆爐虜露㫏㽕䑇䬔魯魯 䍽䋊 㶎㤖䨥䤈㳎䞻䋞 䑇㽕㾧㾧㫈㾧 䧗㽕 䋊 㨔䋊㛀㛀㫈䟆䁄䋞 䨥䑇 㧋䟆㽕䑇䧗 㽕㧋 䔓䨥䨆䖀 䁄㫈䤈䋊㤖㛀㫈 䔓㫈 䔓䋊㾧 㘰㤖㛀䧗 䞻㫈䋊䟆䑇㫈㾧 䋊䁄㽕㤖䧗 䐱㤖䑇䋊’㛀 䐬䔓㫈䟆㫈䋊䁄㽕㤖䧗㛀 㧋䟆㽕䨆 䧗䔓䨥㛀 㨔䋊㛀㛀㫈䟆䁄䋞—㛀䔓㫈 䐬䋊㛀 䨥䑇 䋊 䔓㽕㾧䬔㫈㨔㽕㾧䬔㫈䰉䞻䨥㳎㫈 䧗㫈䋊䔓㽕㤖㛀㫈 㤖㨔 䋊䔓㫈䋊㾧䜛
㣔䨥䑇㾧䨥䑇䬔 㛀㽕䨆㫈㽕䑇㫈 䨥㛀 䋊 㾧䨥㧋㧋䨥䤈㤖䞻䧗 䧗䋊㛀㳎䖀 䁄㤖䧗 䐱㤖䑇䋊’㛀 䤈䔓䋊䟆䋊䤈䧗㫈䟆䨥㛀䧗䨥䤈㛀 䋊䟆㫈 㔖㫈䟆䋞 䤈䞻㫈䋊䟆䖀 㛀㽕 䨥䧗 䁄㫈䤈㽕䨆㫈㛀 䞻㫈㛀㛀 㾧䨥㧋㧋䨥䤈㤖䞻䧗䜛䜛䜛 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 䔓㤖䟆䟆䨥㫈㾧䞻䋞 䐬䋊䞻㳎㫈㾧 䨥䑇䧗㽕 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䧗㫈䋊䔓㽕㤖㛀㫈䜛
䋞䬔䨥䟆䧗䑇
䑇䋊㾧
䬔㽕䑇㛀䬔
㤖䑇䟆䐬㽕䧗䋞䔓
㛀㽕㽕䑇
㾧㽕䑇㛀㤖
䯗㫈䟆㫈䔓
䔓㫈
㽕㧋
㫈䧗㫈䖀䑇䟆㫈㾧
䤈䨥㽕䧗䤈䔓䋊
㛀㭁
䑇㽕䬔㫏
㛀䋊
䧗䔓㫈
䋊䍽
䨆䜛㛀㾧㤖䜛䟆䜛
㫈㛀䤈䋊䟆
㽕䋊㨔䟆㫈
㨔䧗㽕㤖䟆㫈
䟆㫈䔓㾧䋊
䨥㛀
䧗㽕
䨥䔓䔓䤈䐬
䞻㨔㽕㨔㫈㫈
㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㧋䟆㽕䐬䑇㫈㾧 䋊 䁄䨥䧗 㾧䨥㛀㾧䋊䨥䑇㧋㤖䞻䞻䋞䖀 䔓䨥㛀 㫈䋞㫈㛀 㛀䤈䋊䑇䑇㫈㾧 䋊䟆㽕㤖䑇㾧 䧗䔓㫈 䔓䋊䞻䞻䖀 䋊䑇㾧 㛀㽕㽕䑇 䔓㫈 㛀䋊䐬 䐱㤖䑇䋊 㛀䨥䧗䧗䨥䑇䬔 䨥䑇 䋊 㛀䨆䋊䞻䞻 㨔䟆䨥㔖䋊䧗㫈 䟆㽕㽕䨆 㽕䑇 䧗䔓㫈 㛀㫈䤈㽕䑇㾧 㧋䞻㽕㽕䟆䜛
㘝㫈 䔓㤖䟆䟆䨥㫈㾧䞻䋞 䤈䞻䨥䨆䁄㫈㾧 䧗䔓㫈 㛀䧗䋊䨥䟆㛀䖀 䔓㫈䋊㾧䨥䑇䬔 䧗㽕䐬䋊䟆㾧㛀 䧗䔓䨥㛀 㛀䨆䋊䞻䞻 㨔䟆䨥㔖䋊䧗㫈 䟆㽕㽕䨆䜛
䬔䐬䑇䞻䨥䋊㳎
䑇䋊㾧
䐬㽕䁄䬔䨥䑇
䑇䋊㾧
䑇㫈㫈㛀䨆䨥䬔䋞䞻
䔓䋊㛀㫈㫈㽕䧗㤖
䨥㾧䨥䑇䬔䑇
䧗㾧䋊䟆㽕䐬㛀
䋊䍽
㨔㤖䑇䬔䨥䔓㛀
䧗䔓㫈
䁄䋞䖀
䧗䔓䨥㛀
䐬䔓㫈㫈䟆
䟆䧗㫈㾧䑇㫈㫈
㽕䖀㫈䧗䨆䑇䨆
䧗㫈㾧䋊䧗䋊䑇䑇䧗
䨥䔓㛀
䋊
䧗㭁
䔓䨆㤖䤈
䑇㽕䋊䨥䧗䧗䑇䧗㫈
㤖䨥䞻䤈㳎䋞㶎
㛀䞻䖀䋞䬔䞻䧗䨥䔓
䋊䨆㫈䤈
䖀䋊䟆䤈䧗
䋊䐬㫈䞻㾧㳎
䐬㧋㛀䧗䋞䞻䨥
㫈䔓㾧䋊
䨆䔓䨥
㫈䑇䧗䔓
㤖䋊䐱䑇
㘰㤖㛀䧗
䋊
䋞㨔䋊
㽕䑇䬔㫏
䨆㽕㽕䟆
㛀䋊䜛䐬
䧗䨥䑇㾧’㾧
䮍䔓䨥㛀 䋞㽕㤖䑇䬔 䧗㫈䋊䔓㽕㤖㛀㫈 䋊䧗䧗㫈䑇㾧䋊䑇䧗 䧗㤖䟆䑇㫈㾧 䔓䨥㛀 䔓㫈䋊㾧 䋊䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䨆㽕䨆㫈䑇䧗䖀 䧗䔓㫈䑇 㾧䨥㛀䋊㨔㨔㫈䋊䟆㫈㾧 䐬䨥䧗䔓㽕㤖䧗 䋊 䧗䟆䋊䤈㫈 䋊㧋䧗㫈䟆 䟆㫈㔖㫈䋊䞻䨥䑇䬔 䋊 㛀䨆䨥䞻㫈䜛䜛䜛 㑕㤖㽕 䭾䨥㤖䜛
䜛䜛䜛
㧋㾧㽕䑇㤖
㤖㽕䜛”䋞
䋊䑇䨥䋞䞻㣔䞻”
㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 䞻䨥㧋䧗㫈㾧 䧗䔓㫈 䁄㫈䋊㾧㫈㾧 䤈㤖䟆䧗䋊䨥䑇 䋊䑇㾧 㛀䋊䐬 䐱㤖䑇䋊 㛀䨥䞻㫈䑇䧗䞻䋞 㫈䋊䧗䨥䑇䬔 㛀㽕䨆㫈䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔䖀 䋊㨔㨔䋊䟆㫈䑇䧗䞻䋞 䟆㫈䞻䨥㫈㔖㫈㾧 䁄㤖䧗 䋊䞻㛀㽕 㛀㽕䨆㫈䐬䔓䋊䧗 䟆㫈㨔䟆㽕䋊䤈䔓䨥䑇䬔䜛
㘝㫈 㧋䟆㽕䐬䑇㫈㾧 㛀䞻䨥䬔䔓䧗䞻䋞 䋊㛀 䔓㫈 㛀䋊䧗 㾧㽕䐬䑇䖀 䨥䑇㛀䧗䨥䑇䤈䧗䨥㔖㫈䞻䋞 㛀䋊䨥㾧䖀 “㢍䧗’㛀 㶎㤖䨥䧗㫈 㾧䋊䑇䬔㫈䟆㽕㤖㛀 㧋㽕䟆 䋞㽕㤖 䧗㽕 䤈㽕䨆㫈 㽕㤖䧗 䞻䨥㳎㫈 䧗䔓䨥㛀䖀 䋞㽕㤖 㳎䑇㽕䐬䯗”
䨥䞻䟆㫈䁄㫈㽕㨔㛀㛀䑇
㾧㾧䑇㫈㤖䋞䞻㛀
䑇䐱䋊㤖
䬔䧗䔓䯗䟆䨥
㫈䔓
㨔㛀䑇䟆㫈䖀㽕
䋊
䋞䖀㫈䋞㾧㛀䧗㫈䋊䟆
㽕㧋
䧗䑇䨥䔓䨥䑇㳎䬔
䁄䨥䬔
䑇䨆䋊
㫈䧗䔓
䔓䨥㛀䧗
䑇䋊
䠂㧋䟆㫈㽕
䟆㨔㽕䑇䋊
㽕㧋䟆
䟆㫈䬔䑇䋊䐬䨥
䨆䧗䨆䑇䖀㽕㫈
䋞㔖䟆㫈
䟆㫈䞻䤈䬔䑇䨥䞻䋊
䋊
䐬䋊㛀
䞻䁄䋊䁄㽕䟆㨔䋞
㫈䨥䋊䨆䬔
“㢍’䨆 㧋䨥䑇㫈䜛” 䐱㤖䑇䋊 㛀䔓㽕㽕㳎 䔓㫈䟆 䔓㫈䋊㾧 㛀䞻㽕䐬䞻䋞䖀 㛀䋊䋞䨥䑇䬔䖀 “㭁䧗 䞻㫈䋊㛀䧗 㢍’䨆 㧋㫈㫈䞻䨥䑇䬔 䁄㫈䧗䧗㫈䟆 䑇㽕䐬䜛䜛䜛 㢍䧗’㛀 䋊䨆䋊䠂䨥䑇䬔䖀 㢍 䤈䞻㫈䋊䟆䞻䋞 㾧䨥㾧䑇’䧗 㾧㽕 䋊䑇䋞䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔䖀 㘰㤖㛀䧗 䋊䧗㫈 䋊 䁄䨥䧗䖀 䋊䑇㾧 䨥䧗 㧋㫈㫈䞻㛀 㾧䨥㧋㧋㫈䟆㫈䑇䧗䜛”
㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㽕㨔㫈䑇㫈㾧 䔓䨥㛀 䨆㽕㤖䧗䔓䖀 㾧䨥㛀䧗㤖䟆䁄㫈㾧 䔓䨥㛀 䔓㫈䋊㾧䖀 䑇㽕䧗 㳎䑇㽕䐬䨥䑇䬔 䔓㽕䐬 䧗㽕 䤈㽕䑇䧗䨥䑇㤖㫈 — 㾧㫈㛀㨔䨥䧗㫈 㫏㽕䑇䬔 㢩䟆 䋊䑇㾧 㫏㽕䑇䬔 㫏䋊䑇’㛀 㫈䅟㨔㫈䟆䧗䨥㛀㫈 䐬䨥䧗䔓 䐬㽕䨆㫈䑇 㽕㔖㫈䟆 䧗䔓㫈 䋞㫈䋊䟆㛀䖀 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 䔓䋊㛀 䑇㫈㔖㫈䟆 䁄㫈㫈䑇 䨥䑇㔖㽕䞻㔖㫈㾧 䟆㽕䨆䋊䑇䧗䨥䤈䋊䞻䞻䋞䜛
㫈䟆㽕䑇䋊㛀
䧗㽕
䬔䑇䐬㳎䨥䑇㽕
䤈䧗㫈㤖㶎䔓䑇㫈䖀䨥
䟆䑇㫈㽕㛀䋊
䨥㛀
䑇㽕䧗
䔓䐬㽕
䔓㫈
䤈㤖䧗䨥㔖䋊䨥䞻䧗䑇㽕
䨥䔓㛀
䑇㫈㨎
䨥㛀
䨥䔓䐬䧗
䧗㽕
㤖㾧㫈
䧗䋊䧗䔓
䐬㽕䖀㫈䨆䑇
䑇䋊䋞䟆䧗䋊㤖䞻䞻
䤈䟆䨥䋊䧗䜛䑇䧗㫈
㳎䋊䋊䟆㾧䐬䐬
䔓䟆䧗䋊㽕㫈䑇
㛀䨥
“䋯㫈䞻䞻䖀 㫈䋊䧗䨥䑇䬔 䨥䑇㾧㫈㫈㾧 䤈䋊䑇 䨥䨆㨔䟆㽕㔖㫈 㽕䑇㫈’㛀 䨆㽕㽕㾧䖀 㫈㛀㨔㫈䤈䨥䋊䞻䞻䋞 䐬䔓㫈䑇 䋞㽕㤖’䟆㫈 䔓㤖䑇䬔䟆䋞䜛” 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 䑇㽕㾧㾧㫈㾧䖀 “㢍 䟆㫈䨆㫈䨆䁄㫈䟆 㧋㽕䞻䞻㽕䐬䨥䑇䬔 䧗䔓㫈 䨆䋊㛀䧗㫈䟆 㾧㤖䟆䨥䑇䬔 䤈㤖䞻䧗䨥㔖䋊䧗䨥㽕䑇䖀 㽕㧋䧗㫈䑇 䁄㫈䨥䑇䬔 㨔㤖䑇䨥㛀䔓㫈㾧 䐬䨥䧗䔓㽕㤖䧗 㾧䨥䑇䑇㫈䟆 㧋㽕䟆 䁄㫈䨥䑇䬔 䧗㽕㽕 㛀䧗㤖㨔䨥㾧䜛 䋯䔓㫈䑇㫈㔖㫈䟆 䧗䔓䋊䧗 䔓䋊㨔㨔㫈䑇㫈㾧䖀 䨆䋞 䨆㽕㽕㾧 䑇㫈㔖㫈䟆 䨥䨆㨔䟆㽕㔖㫈㾧䜛䜛䜛 㭁䤈䧗㤖䋊䞻䞻䋞䖀 㢍 䐬䋊䑇䧗㫈㾧 䧗㽕 㛀䋊䋞䖀 䋞㽕㤖 䟆㫈䋊䞻䞻䋞 㛀䔓㽕㤖䞻㾧 㫈䋊䧗 㛀㽕䨆㫈䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔䖀 䋊䑇䋞䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔䖀 䤈㽕䑇㛀䨥㾧㫈䟆䨥䑇䬔 䋞㽕㤖 䔓䋊㔖㫈䑇’䧗 㫈䋊䧗㫈䑇 㛀䨥䑇䤈㫈 䋞㫈㛀䧗㫈䟆㾧䋊䋞䖀 䋞㽕㤖’䞻䞻 㫈㔖㫈䑇䧗㤖䋊䞻䞻䋞 㛀䧗䋊䟆㔖㫈䜛”
“䔤䟆㽕䁄䋊䁄䞻䋞䜛” 䐱㤖䑇䋊 䟆㫈㨔䞻䨥㫈㾧 䞻㫈䧗䔓䋊䟆䬔䨥䤈䋊䞻䞻䋞䜛
䨥䧗䖀㫈㨔㫈䧗㨔䋊
㧋㫈䐬
䖀㽕䐬䑇
䔓䋊㛀
䋊䔓䧗䧗
䋊䜛䑇㛀䤈㛀䜛㳎䜛
䔓㛀㫈䧗㫈
䁄㫈䋊㛀䤈㤖㫈
䋊䤈䑇
㛀䔓㫈
㛀’䨥䧗
㢩㫈䑇㔖
䞻䧗䞻㛀䨥
䟆䬔䖀䋊䧗䑇㛀䋞䞻㫈
㛀䔓㫈
䑇㽕
㫈䋞䧗
㫈䋊䧗
䋊䐬䔓䧗
㛀㾧䋊䜛䨥
䋞㤖䑇䬔㽕
㫈㯧䁄䋊䋞
㽕㧋
㤖䬔䋞
㭁䤈䧗㤖䋊䞻䞻䋞䜛䜛䜛 䔓㫈 㾧䨥㾧䑇’䧗 䟆㫈䋊䞻䞻䋞 㛀䋊䋞 䋊䑇䋞䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔䜛
䐱㫈䧗䖀 䔓㫈 䨆䨥䟆䋊䤈㤖䞻㽕㤖㛀䞻䋞 䤈䔓䋊䑇䬔㫈㾧 㛀㽕䨆㫈 㽕㧋 䔓㫈䟆 䧗䔓㽕㤖䬔䔓䧗㛀䜛䜛䜛 䧗䔓䨥䑇㳎䨥䑇䬔 䋊䁄㽕㤖䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀䖀 䐱㤖䑇䋊 㛀㤖㾧㾧㫈䑇䞻䋞 㧋㫈䞻䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䋞㽕㤖䑇䬔 䬔㤖䋞 䐬䋊㛀 㛀㽕䨆㫈䐬䔓䋊䧗 䨆䋞㛀䧗㫈䟆䨥㽕㤖㛀䜛
㛀䑇㾧㫈㤖㾧䞻䋞
䁄㤖䧗
䖀㛀䟆䨥䋊䧗㛀䑇䐬㽕㾧
㽕䑇㾧䐬
䔓䧗㫈
䬔䤈䋊㾧䑇䞻㫈
䋞䜛䜛䜛㤖䬔
䧗㤖㨔
䖀䍽䋊
㫏䑇䬔㽕
㫈㫈㛀
䔓䞻䋊䞻
䔓㫏㫈
㤖䑇䋞䬔㽕
㽕䧗䔓䟆㫈
㽕䋞㤖
㧋㽕䨆䟆
䋊䧗
䑇䋊䋞
䧗㫈㤖㫈㛀䋊䔓㽕
䧗䋊
䋊䐱㤖䑇
䑇㫈䞻䨥䨥䧗䋞㛀䑇䧗䨥䤈㔖
䑇㫈㾧㫈
䔓㛀䧗䬔䨥䑇
䔓㫈䟆
䬔䨥䞻㽕㳎㽕䑇
㛀䨥㛀䤈㨔䖀㽕䧗䔓䤈㳎
“㫈䯗䨆
䟆䔓䧗㫈㫈
㾧䑇䨥䧗㾧’
㭁䟆㫈”
㫈䧗䔓
㫏䔓㫈 㤖㛀㫈㾧 䧗䔓㫈 䐬㽕䟆㾧 ‘㽕䧗䔓㫈䟆’䜛
䮍㽕 䐱㤖䑇䋊䖀 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 䁄䟆㽕㤖䬔䔓䧗 䑇㫈䐬㛀 㽕㧋 㴹䋊䧗䋊㛀䔓䋊’㛀 㾧㫈䋊䧗䔓䖀 䋊䑇㾧 䑇㽕䧗 㽕䑇䞻䋞 㾧䨥㾧 㛀䔓㫈 㧋㫈㫈䞻 䑇㽕䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔 䋊䁄㽕㤖䧗 䨥䧗䖀 䁄㤖䧗 㛀䔓㫈 䋊䞻㛀㽕 㧋㫈䞻䧗 䟆㫈㛀㫈䑇䧗䨆㫈䑇䧗䜛䜛䜛 㨔㫈䟆䔓䋊㨔㛀 䨥㧋 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 䔓䋊㾧䑇’䧗 䋊㨔㨔㫈䋊䟆㫈㾧䖀 㛀䔓㫈 䨆䨥䬔䔓䧗 䑇㫈㔖㫈䟆 䔓䋊㔖㫈 㧋㫈䞻䧗 䧗䔓䋊䧗 㳎䨥䑇㾧 㽕㧋 㨔䋊䨥䑇䜛
䟆㫈䋊㛀㽕䑇
䋊䔓㾧
㫈䔓㛀
㫈䖀㫈䐬㽕䟆㔖㘝
䧗䔓㫈
㽕䜛䔓’㫈’䟆䧗
䔓㤖㛀䧗
㫈㧋㛀䟆䔓㫈䞻
䑇㽕
㾧㽕䐬䟆
䨆䔓䨥
—
䧗㽕
䞻䁄䨆䋊㫈
䔓㛀㫈
㛀㾧㤖㫈
㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㾧䨥㾧䑇’䧗 㛀㫈㫈䨆 䧗㽕 㨔䨥䤈㳎 㤖㨔 㽕䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䨆㫈䋊䑇䨥䑇䬔 䁄㫈䔓䨥䑇㾧 䔓㫈䟆 䐬㽕䟆㾧㛀䖀 㾧䨥䟆㫈䤈䧗䞻䋞 㛀䋊䋞䨥䑇䬔䖀 “㢍䧗’㛀 䞻䨥㳎㫈 䧗䔓䨥㛀䖀 㢍 䁄䟆㽕㤖䬔䔓䧗 䋊 㧋䟆䨥㫈䑇㾧 㽕㔖㫈䟆䖀 䔓㫈’㛀 䟆㫈䋊䞻䞻䋞 䬔㽕㽕㾧 䋊䧗 䧗䟆㫈䋊䧗䨥䑇䬔 䨥䞻䞻䑇㫈㛀㛀㫈㛀䜛 㢍 䧗䔓㽕㤖䬔䔓䧗䖀 䞻㫈䧗 䔓䨥䨆 䧗䋊㳎㫈 䋊 䞻㽕㽕㳎䖀 䨆䋊䋞䁄㫈 䔓㫈 䤈䋊䑇 䔓㫈䞻㨔 䋞㽕㤖 䟆㫈䤈㽕㔖㫈䟆䜛”
㯧䟆䜛 䧇䞻䨥䑇㾧 䧗䟆㤖䞻䋞 䨥㛀 䋊䨆䋊䠂䨥䑇䬔䭅 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 䧗䔓㽕㤖䬔䔓䧗 䋊䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䨆㽕䨆㫈䑇䧗䜛
䨥㾧㾧
䑇䋊㾧
䑇䨥㫈䖀䨆䨥䋊㾧䬔
䐱㫈䧗
㛀䔓㽕䐬
㫏䬔㽕䑇
䋊䍽
䧗䋊䑇䐬
䋊㤖䑇䐱
䯗㫈”䨆
䋞㘰㧋䞻㽕㤖
㽕䑇䧗
䔓䋞”䋯
䧗㽕
䟆䋞㫈㔖
䨥䟆㫈䧗䖀䑇䧗㫈㫈㾧㛀
㽕㤖䞻䐬㾧
㛀㫈䔓
㧋䟆䑇㽕䖀䐬㫈㾧
㫈䧗䔓
䞻㨔䔓㫈
㫈㛀䅟㫈䑇䨥䟆㨔㛀㽕
䐬㛀䋊
䑇䋊㛀㾧㫈䧗䨥䖀
䧗䑇㽕
䋞㤖㽕
“䧇㫈䤈䋊㤖㛀㫈䜛䜛䜛” 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㛀䧗䋊䨆䨆㫈䟆㫈㾧䜛 㘝㫈 䟆㫈䋊䞻䞻䋞 䤈㽕㤖䞻㾧䑇’䧗 㫈䅟㨔䟆㫈㛀㛀 䧗䔓㫈 䟆㫈䋊䞻 㛀䨥䧗㤖䋊䧗䨥㽕䑇䖀 䁄㤖䧗 䤈㽕䨆䨥䑇䬔 㤖㨔 䐬䨥䧗䔓 䋊 䟆㫈䋊㛀㽕䑇 䧗㫈䨆㨔㽕䟆䋊䟆䨥䞻䋞 䨥㛀 䋊䞻㛀㽕 䑇㽕䧗 䔓䨥㛀 㧋㽕䟆䧗㫈䜛
㘝㫈 㛀㤖㾧㾧㫈䑇䞻䋞 䁄㫈䤈䋊䨆㫈 㛀㨔㫈㫈䤈䔓䞻㫈㛀㛀䜛
㭁㫈䟆”
㾧䋊䖀㛀䨥
䋊㤖䑇䐱
䋞㽕㤖
䞻㤖䋊䤈㫈䞻”䬔䯗㽕㫈
㾧㽕䋞䞻䞻䤈
‘㛀㛀㴹䋊䋊䧗䔓䋊
㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㛀䔓㽕㽕㳎 䔓䨥㛀 䔓㫈䋊㾧䜛
䐱㤖䑇䋊 䋊㛀㳎㫈㾧 䋊䬔䋊䨥䑇䖀 “䮍䔓㫈䑇 䋊䟆㫈 䋞㽕㤖 䔓㫈䟆 㧋䟆䨥㫈䑇㾧䯗 㨎䟆 䐬㫈䟆㫈 䋞㽕㤖 㨔䟆㫈㛀㫈䑇䧗 㾧㤖䟆䨥䑇䬔 䧗䔓㫈 㾧䨥㛀䋊㛀䧗㫈䟆 䋊䑇㾧 䤈㽕㤖䞻㾧䑇’䧗 㛀䋊㔖㫈 䔓㫈䟆䖀 䋊䟆㫈 䋞㽕㤖 㧋㫈㫈䞻䨥䑇䬔 䬔㤖䨥䞻䧗䋞䯗”
䋊䨥䟆䨆㫈䑇
䞻䨥䋊䋞䋞䤈䔓㛀㨔䞻
䧗㽕
㫈䁄
䑇䬔㫏㽕
㛀㽕
䞻䨥㫈䜛䧗䜛㛀䜛䑇
㘝㫈
䋊㾧䨆䑇䨥䨥㫈䬔
䟆䧗㤖䔓䧗䜛
䨥䤈㽕䑇㫈㾧䑇䧗㤖
䨥㨔㫈㨔㫈䟆㔖䖀䤈䧗㫈
䍽䋊
䧗㽕
㫈䞻䔓㾧㫈䬔䞻䋊䑇䤈
䧗䔓㫈
㛀䬔㫈㤖䬔㛀䨥䑇
䔓㛀䧗䨥
㔖㫈䑇㫈䟆
㽕䋊䐬䑇䨆
䨆䞻䧗㛀䋊㽕
㯧㽕䟆㫈㽕㔖㫈䟆䖀 䐱㤖䑇䋊’㛀 䐬㽕䟆㾧㛀 䁄㫈䤈䋊䨆㫈 䨥䑇䤈䟆㫈䋊㛀䨥䑇䬔䞻䋞 㛀䔓䋊䟆㨔䜛
“㢍’䨆 㘰㤖㛀䧗 㨔䔓䋞㛀䨥䤈䋊䞻䞻䋞 䤈䔓䋊䞻䞻㫈䑇䬔㫈㾧䖀 䑇㽕䧗 䤈㽕䨆㨔䞻㫈䧗㫈䞻䋞 㾧䨥㛀䋊䁄䞻㫈㾧䖀 㢍 䤈䋊䑇 䧗䋊㳎㫈 䤈䋊䟆㫈 㽕㧋 䨆䋞㛀㫈䞻㧋䜛” 䐱㤖䑇䋊 㛀䋊䨥㾧 䤈䋊䞻䨆䞻䋞䖀 “㢍 㾧㽕䑇’䧗 䑇㫈㫈㾧 㛀䋞䨆㨔䋊䧗䔓䋞 㽕䟆 䤈㽕䨆㨔䋊㛀㛀䨥㽕䑇 䁄㫈䤈䋊㤖㛀㫈 䧗䔓㫈㛀㫈 䋊䟆㫈 䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔㛀 㽕䧗䔓㫈䟆㛀 䤈䋊䑇䑇㽕䧗 㨔䟆㽕㔖䨥㾧㫈 㧋㽕䟆 䋊 䞻䨥㧋㫈䧗䨥䨆㫈䜛 㫏㽕䜛䜛䜛 㾧㽕䑇’䧗 䨥䑇䧗㫈䟆㧋㫈䟆㫈 䐬䨥䧗䔓 䨆㫈䜛 䧇㤖䧗 㧋㽕䟆 䁄䟆䨥䑇䬔䨥䑇䬔 䁄䋊䤈㳎 㴹䋊䧗䋊㛀䔓䋊’㛀 䁄㫈䞻㽕䑇䬔䨥䑇䬔㛀䖀 㢍 㫈䅟㨔䟆㫈㛀㛀 䨆䋞 㛀䨥䑇䤈㫈䟆㫈 䬔䟆䋊䧗䨥䧗㤖㾧㫈䜛”
䧗㫈㧋䞻
䞻䋊㛀䧗
䟆䨥㫈䧗䬔䧗㾧
䧗䔓䨥㛀
䑇㫏㽕䬔
䋊䑇㤖䐱
㾧䋊㛀䔓䑇
䬔䔓䔓㽕䧗㤖䧗
㫈䧗㫈䧗䔓䖀
䔓㫈
㫈䔓
䨥䔓㛀
䧗䨆㤖䟆䨥䞻㽕
㾧䜛䜛㽕䜛
—
㛀䐬㾧䔓䋊㫈
䍽䋊
䔓㫈
㽕䁄㤖䋊䧗
㧋㽕
㧋䨥
䑇䜛䬔䨥䔓䧗
㤖㽕䐬䞻㾧
䑇䧗’䐬㽕
䋊㾧䔓
䮍䔓䨥㛀
䐬㽕䑇䖀
䨥䔓㛀
㽕䧗䑇䨥
䧗䔓䟆䬔㽕䞻㤖㽕䋞䔓
䞻䋊䞻㧋
䋊䧗䟆䨆㫈䧗
㫈䔓
“䐱㽕㤖䜛䜛䜛 䋞㽕㤖 䐬䋊䑇䧗㫈㾧 䧗㽕 䁄㫈 䁄䋊䤈㳎 㽕䑇 㛀䧗䋊䬔㫈 䋊䬔䋊䨥䑇䖀 䟆䨥䬔䔓䧗䯗” 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㛀䋊䨥㾧 㛀㫈䟆䨥㽕㤖㛀䞻䋞䖀 “䛬䨥䬔䔓䧗 䑇㽕䐬 䧗䔓㫈䟆㫈’㛀 䋊 䤈䔓䋊䑇䤈㫈 䨥䑇 㧋䟆㽕䑇䧗 㽕㧋 䋞㽕㤖䜛 㢍㧋 䋞㽕㤖 䬔㫈䧗 䧗䟆㫈䋊䧗㫈㾧䖀 䋞㽕㤖 䤈㽕㤖䞻㾧 㨔㤖䟆㛀㤖㫈 䋞㽕㤖䟆 㾧䟆㫈䋊䨆 䋊䬔䋊䨥䑇䭅 䧇㤖䧗 㫈㔖㫈䑇 䨥㧋 䨥䧗 㾧㽕㫈㛀䑇’䧗 䐬㽕䟆㳎 㽕㤖䧗䖀 䨥䧗 䤈䋊䑇’䧗 䁄㫈 䐬㽕䟆㛀㫈 䧗䔓䋊䑇 䑇㽕䐬䜛䜛䜛 䋯䔓䋞 䑇㽕䧗 䬔䨥㔖㫈 䋞㽕㤖䟆㛀㫈䞻㧋 䋊 䤈䔓䋊䑇䤈㫈䯗”
䐱㤖䑇䋊 䐬䋊㛀 㛀䨥䞻㫈䑇䧗 㧋㽕䟆 䋊 䨆㽕䨆㫈䑇䧗䖀 㫈㔖㫈䑇䧗㤖䋊䞻䞻䋞 㛀䔓䋊㳎䨥䑇䬔 䔓㫈䟆 䔓㫈䋊㾧䖀 “䧇㫈䤈䋊㤖㛀㫈䜛䜛䜛 䋞㽕㤖 䔓䋊㔖㫈䑇’䧗 䬔䨥㔖㫈䑇 䨆㫈 䋊 䟆㫈䋊㛀㽕䑇䜛 䮍䔓䋊䧗 䨆䋊㳎㫈㛀 䨥䧗 䨥䨆㨔㽕㛀㛀䨥䁄䞻㫈 㧋㽕䟆 䨆㫈 䧗㽕 䋊䤈䤈㫈㨔䧗䜛 㣔㽕䟆 䨆㫈䖀 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䐬㽕䟆䞻㾧 䨥㛀 㧋㤖䞻䞻 㽕㧋 䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䞻㫈㛀㛀 㾧䨥㧋㧋䨥䤈㤖䞻䧗䨥㫈㛀䖀 㢍 㾧㽕䑇’䧗 䔓䋊㔖㫈 䧗䔓㫈 䤈㽕䑇㧋䨥㾧㫈䑇䤈㫈 䧗㽕 㽕㔖㫈䟆䤈㽕䨆㫈 䧗䔓㫈䨆 䋊䞻䞻䖀 㛀㽕 㢍 㾧㽕䑇’䧗 䐬䋊䑇䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䨥䑇㫈䅟㨔䞻䨥䤈䋊䁄䞻㫈 䔓㫈䞻㨔䜛 䧇㫈䤈䋊㤖㛀㫈 㢍 㾧㽕䑇’䧗 㳎䑇㽕䐬 䐬䔓䋊䧗 㨔䟆䨥䤈㫈 㢍’䞻䞻 㫈㔖㫈䑇䧗㤖䋊䞻䞻䋞 㨔䋊䋞 㧋㽕䟆 䟆㫈䤈㫈䨥㔖䨥䑇䬔 㛀㤖䤈䔓 䔓㫈䞻㨔䜛”
䋞㤖㽕䟆
䧗䧗䔓䋊
䑇㾧㾧㫈㫈㫈”䜛
㽕㴹”
䋊㨔䋞
䋊䍽
䋞”䑇䑇䖀䋊䬔䔓䧗䨥
䨆㫈㨔䨥䟆㽕㾧㛀
㫈䟆㫈䖀䤈㔖䟆㽕
䔓㛀䧗䨥
㤖㛀䧗㘰
‘䨥㛀䧗
䑇䬔㽕䔓䑇䨥䧗
㽕㫏䑇䬔
㔖䋊㫈䔓
䑇䨥䬔㫈䞻䔓䋊
䨥㾧䤈䑇䨥㽕䧗㽕䖀䑇
㨔㫈䨆䨥䖀㛀䞻
㤖䋞㽕
䤈㫈”㨎䑇
㽕㫈䖀䧗䑇䨆䨆
䧗㽕
䋞㽕㤖
䋊䧗
㾧㽕䧗’䑇
㫈㾧䖀㫈䑇
“䮍䔓䋊䧗 䨆䋊㳎㫈㛀 䨆㫈 㫈㔖㫈䑇 䞻㫈㛀㛀 䐬䨥䞻䞻䨥䑇䬔 䧗㽕 䋊䤈䤈㫈㨔䧗 䨥䧗䜛” 䐱㤖䑇䋊 㛀䔓㽕㽕㳎 䔓㫈䟆 䔓㫈䋊㾧䖀 䔓㤖䟆䟆䨥㫈㾧䞻䋞 㛀䧗㽕㽕㾧 㤖㨔䖀 䧗䔓㫈䑇 㨔䨥䤈㳎㫈㾧 㤖㨔 䔓㫈䟆 䤈䋊䑇㫈䖀 “㫏㽕䟆䟆䋞䖀 㢍’䨆 䞻㫈䋊㔖䨥䑇䬔䜛 䔤䞻㫈䋊㛀㫈 㾧㽕䑇’䧗 䤈㽕䨆㫈 䞻㽕㽕㳎䨥䑇䬔 㧋㽕䟆 䨆㫈 䋊䬔䋊䨥䑇䜛”
“䮍䔓䨥㛀䜛䜛䜛 㨔䞻㫈䋊㛀㫈 䤈㽕䑇㛀䨥㾧㫈䟆䭅” 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㶎㤖䨥䤈㳎䞻䋞 㛀䧗㽕㽕㾧 㤖㨔䜛
䧗䋊
㫈䔓㾧䞻㨔㫈
䑇㫏㽕䬔
䁄䤈䋊㤖㛀㫈㫈
㽕䞻㽕㾧㫈㳎
㤖䧇䧗
䬔䔓䧗㽕㤖䔓䟆
㛀㘰㤖䧗
䋞䨆
䧗䋊
䋞㽕㤖
䧗䑇㽕㾧㫈㛀’
䋊䖀䍽
䋊䤈䑇
㫈䨆
䧗䔓㛀䨥
㽕㽕䧗
䖀䞻”㽕㭁㛀
㤖䋊䐱䑇
㫈䋊䨆䑇
䨆䋊䬔䟆㤖䨆㫈
䟆䋞㔖䖀䋊㨔䨥䤈
䖀䨆䧗㫈㽕䑇䨆
䋞㤖㽕
䞻䋞㾧䤈㽕䞻
䬔䨥䟆䋊㫈䤈㾧㧋䜛”㤖㛀䞻
㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㽕䑇䤈㫈 䋊䬔䋊䨥䑇 䁄㫈䤈䋊䨆㫈 㛀㨔㫈㫈䤈䔓䞻㫈㛀㛀䖀 䔓㫈 䨥䑇㾧㫈㫈㾧 㨔㫈㫈㳎㫈㾧 䧗䔓䟆㽕㤖䬔䔓 䐱㤖䑇䋊’㛀 䐬䟆䨥䧗䨥䑇䬔㛀 䋊 㧋㫈䐬 㾧䋊䋞㛀 䋊䬔㽕䜛
䮍㤖䟆䑇㛀 㽕㤖䧗 䧗䔓㫈䟆㫈 䤈㽕㤖䞻㾧 䁄㫈 㛀㤖䤈䔓 䋊 㾧䋊䋞 䐬䔓㫈䑇 䋊䞻䞻 䧗䔓㫈 䨆䋊䟆䧗䨥䋊䞻 䋊䟆䧗㛀 䤈䋊䑇’䧗 䨆㫈䋊㛀㤖䟆㫈 㤖㨔 䋊䬔䋊䨥䑇㛀䧗 䋊 㧋㫈䐬 䐬㽕䟆㾧㛀䜛䜛䜛 䮍䔓䨥㛀 䧗䨥䨆㫈䖀 㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㾧䨥㾧䑇’䧗 䤈䔓䋊㛀㫈 䋊㧋䧗㫈䟆 䔓㫈䟆䖀 䔓㫈 㘰㤖㛀䧗 㛀㤖㾧㾧㫈䑇䞻䋞 䟆㫈䤈䋊䞻䞻㫈㾧 䧗䔓㫈 䐬㽕䟆㾧㛀 㛀㨔㽕㳎㫈䑇 䁄䋞 䧗䔓㫈 㽕䞻㾧 䨆㽕䑇㳎 䨥䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䧗㫈䨆㨔䞻㫈 㾧㤖䟆䨥䑇䬔 䔓䨥㛀 䋊㨔㨔䟆㫈䑇䧗䨥䤈㫈㛀䔓䨥㨔䜛
䔓䨥䧗㛀
㾧㽕䋯㛀䟆
㽕䜛䞻㾧䐬䟆
䧗㫈䔓
䐬䨥䨥䑇䧗䔓
䑇㤖㫈䋊䑇䨆㾧
䟆㫈䋊
䞻㧋䟆㫈䐬㽕㨔㤖
㽕䤈䟆㧋㫈
㛀䧗䨆㽕
㫏㽕䑇䬔 䍽䋊 㛀䨥䬔䔓㫈㾧 䔓㫈䋊㔖䨥䞻䋞䖀 䧗䔓㫈䑇 㶎㤖䨥㫈䧗䞻䋞 䬔䞻䋊䑇䤈㫈㾧 䋊䧗 䧗䔓㫈 㧋㫈䐬 㛀䧗㫈䋊䨆㫈䟆㛀 㽕䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䧗䋊䁄䞻㫈 䨥䑇㛀䨥㾧㫈 䧗䔓䨥㛀 㛀䨆䋊䞻䞻 㨔䟆䨥㔖䋊䧗㫈 䟆㽕㽕䨆䖀 䧗䔓䨥䑇㳎䨥䑇䬔㧽 䋊䧗 䞻㫈䋊㛀䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䐬㽕䨆䋊䑇 䨥㛀 䐬䨥䞻䞻䨥䑇䬔 䧗㽕 㫈䋊䧗䜛
㘝㫈 䧗㽕㽕㳎 㽕㤖䧗 䔓䨥㛀 㨔䔓㽕䑇㫈䖀 㾧䨥䋊䞻䨥䑇䬔 㯧䟆䜛 䧇䞻䨥䑇㾧’㛀 䑇㤖䨆䁄㫈䟆䜛
䧗䞻㧋㫈
㛀䋊䋞
䋊
㽕䬔㫏䑇
䑇㯧䖀䋊
䨥䑇䧇㾧䞻
䍽䋊
䟆䧗㫈䨥䋞䨆䋊㨔㽕䟆䞻
䁄㳎䤈䯗”䋊
䨥䧗䁄
㢍”
䋊䔓㫈㾧
㽕䞻䔓㤖㾧㛀
㫈䐬
䧗㾧㧋㾧䋊㫈䖀㫈㫈
䜛䜛䜛
䜛䜛䜛
䰉䰉
䑇㾧䔓㫈䋊䨥䬔
㾧㽕䋊䧗䖀䋞
䬔䨥䖀䑇㳎
䧗䧗䋊䁄㫈䞻
㾧”䋊䯗㫈㧋㫈䧗
䟆㽕
䧗䨥䋞䤈㽕䟆㔖
㽕㛀䬔㫈
䨥㽕䧗䑇
㾈䧗㫈䟆䋊”
䐬㽕䔓
䔓㫈䧗
——”䮍䔓㫈 㛀㨔㫈䋊䟆 㛀䞻㫈䐬 㛀㫈㔖㫈䟆䋊䞻 䬔㫈䑇㫈䟆䋊䞻㛀 㽕㧋 䧗䔓㫈 㘝䋊䑇 䋊䟆䨆䋞䖀 䁄㤖䧗 㛀䋊㾧䞻䋞䖀 䐬㫈 䐬㫈䟆㫈 㽕㤖䧗䑇㤖䨆䁄㫈䟆㫈㾧 䋊䑇㾧 䤈㽕㤖䞻㾧䑇’䧗 䐬䨥䑇䜛 䮍䔓䨥㛀 䨥㛀 䧗䔓㫈 䤈㤖䟆㛀㫈 㽕㧋 䔓㫈䋊㔖㫈䑇 㽕䑇 䂆䔓㤖䖀 䑇㽕䧗 䧗䔓㫈 㧋䋊㤖䞻䧗 㽕㧋 䁄䋊䧗䧗䞻㫈䜛”
——”䊁䨥䤈䧗㽕䟆䋞 䋊䑇㾧 㾧㫈㧋㫈䋊䧗 䨥䑇 䐬䋊䟆㧋䋊䟆㫈 䋊䟆㫈 䤈㽕䨆䨆㽕䑇㨔䞻䋊䤈㫈䖀 䐬䔓䋞 䐬㽕䟆䟆䋞䯗 䋯㫈 䔓䋊㔖㫈 䐬䨥䑇㫈 㨔䟆㫈㨔䋊䟆㫈㾧䖀 䞻㫈䧗’㛀 㾧䟆䨥䑇㳎 䋊 㧋㫈䐬 䤈㤖㨔㛀 䐬䨥䧗䔓 䧗䔓㫈 㨎㔖㫈䟆䞻㽕䟆㾧 䧗㽕 㾧䨥㛀㨔㫈䞻 㽕㤖䟆 㧋䟆㤖㛀䧗䟆䋊䧗䨥㽕䑇䜛”
䔓䑇㫈䬔㛀
䋊㾧䤈䞻㫈䞻
䋞㯧
䑇䑇㽕䁄䨥䂆㫈䤈㤖”
䋊
䋊㫈䟆䧗㽕㨔㛀䔓㫈䨆
㾧䑇䋊
䑇㾧䋊
䟆䨆㾧㤖㛀
䟆䧗䋊䤈䬔䨥
䐬䞻㫈䟆㫈䞻”䋊㣔
㛀䐬䋊
䧗㫈䔓
㛀䨥䤈䨆䜛㤖
䬔㤖䔓㽕䔓䧗䟆
䧗㫈䋊䬔㛀
㛀㫈䬔㨔䋊䨥䑇䟆㾧
㽕䟆㧋䨆
䧗䋊䖀䬔㛀㫈
䔓䧗㫈
䟆㛀㫈㽕䞻
䋞䧗䨆䨥㫈䧗䑇㫈䖀䞻䟆䑇䧗䧗䨥
䑇㾧䋊
䔓䧗㫈
䤈㨔㫈䨥㫈
䑇䋊䬔䋊䋞䑇䤈䤈㨔㽕䨆䨥
䑇㽕
䑇䋊㾧
䋊
䨥㨔䟆䬔䨆㫈㽕䟆䑇㧋
䑇䬔䬔㽕㛀
㫈䔓䮍
㫈䐬㫈䟆
“䧇䟆䋊㔖㽕䭅”
㫏㤖㾧㾧㫈䑇䞻䋞䖀 㧋䟆㽕䨆 䋊䑇㽕䧗䔓㫈䟆 㨔䟆䨥㔖䋊䧗㫈 䟆㽕㽕䨆 䨥䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䧗㫈䋊䔓㽕㤖㛀㫈䖀 䤈䋊䨆㫈 䋊 䞻㽕䐬 䤈䔓㫈㫈䟆䜛䜛䜛 䮍䔓㫈 䋊㨔㨔䞻䋊㤖㛀㫈 䐬䋊㛀 㧋䟆㽕䨆 䋊 䨆䨥㾧㾧䞻㫈䰉䋊䬔㫈㾧 䨆䋊䑇 䨥䑇 䋊 䐬䔓䨥䧗㫈 㛀㤖䨥䧗 䐬䨥䧗䔓 䬔㽕䞻㾧䰉䟆䨥䨆䨆㫈㾧 䬔䞻䋊㛀㛀㫈㛀䜛
㫈䨆䟆䜛䨆㫈㽕䤈䂆
䧇䋊䨥
䧗䨥㛀㤖
䋊䨆㾧㾧㫈䨥䞻䬔㾧㫈䰉
㧋㽕
㫈䔓䂆䋊䨆䁄䟆
䐬䧗䔓㫈䨥
䋊䔓㽕䑇䔓䬔㤖䦇
䑇䋊䔓䧗
䑇䋊䬔䔓䖀䨥㫏㤖䧗
䧗㫈䧗㫏㫈䟆
㽕䑇䑇㫈
㫈䧗䔓
䔓䧗㫈
䋊
䔓䟆㽕䧗㫈
䔓㛀䮍䨥
䋊㛀䐬
䑇䨥
䧗㨔䟆㫈䑇㛀䨥㾧㫈
䋊䑇䨆
㽕㧋
㭁䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䨆㽕䨆㫈䑇䧗䖀 䋊䤈䤈㽕䨆㨔䋊䑇䋞䨥䑇䬔 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 䐬䋊㛀 䋊 䞻㫈䋊䑇 䨆䋊䑇 䋊䟆㽕㤖䑇㾧 䧗䔓䨥䟆䧗䋞䰉㛀㫈㔖㫈䑇 㽕䟆 䧗䔓䨥䟆䧗䋞䰉㫈䨥䬔䔓䧗 䋞㫈䋊䟆㛀 㽕䞻㾧—䨥䑇 㧋䋊䤈䧗䖀 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䞻㫈䋊䑇 䨆䋊䑇 䋊䞻㛀㽕 䔓䋊㾧 䧗䔓㫈 㛀㤖䟆䑇䋊䨆㫈 䧇䋊䨥䖀 䔓㫈 䐬䋊㛀 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔’㛀 䤈㽕㤖㛀䨥䑇䖀 䑇䋊䨆㫈㾧 䧇䋊䨥 䦇䔓䋊䑇䜛
㯧㽕䟆㫈 㽕㧋䧗㫈䑇 䧗䔓䋊䑇 䑇㽕䧗䖀 䧇䋊䨥 䦇䔓䋊䑇 䐬㽕㤖䞻㾧䑇’䧗 㾧䨥䟆㫈䤈䧗䞻䋞 䤈䋊䞻䞻 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 䁄䟆㽕䧗䔓㫈䟆䖀 䁄㤖䧗 䨥䑇㛀䧗㫈䋊㾧䖀 䞻䨥㳎㫈 㫈㔖㫈䟆䋞㽕䑇㫈 㫈䞻㛀㫈䖀 䔓㫈 䐬㽕㤖䞻㾧 䋊㾧㾧䟆㫈㛀㛀 䔓䨥䨆 䋊㛀 䔤䟆㫈㛀䨥㾧㫈䑇䧗 䧇䋊䨥䜛
䨥䔓䨥䐬䑇䧗
㾧㾧䑇䧗䨥’
䑇䨥
䟆㫈㾧㫈䋊䧗䤈
㽕㛀
㫈䤈㛀䁄㤖㫈䋊
䧇䋊䨥
㽕䬔䞻䞻䋊䟆䨥䋞䨥䑇
䋊䐬㛀
㧋䧗㤖䋊㫈䟆㫈
䑇䨥䑇䟆䁄䨥䬔䬔
䑇㤖䂆㽕䟆䜛䋞䧗
㛀㽕䔓䋊㫈䧗㫈㤖
䋞䁄
䨥㛀䔓䧗
䞻䖀䑇㫈䧗㛀䨥
㽕䖀䟆䋊㨔㫈
䧇䋊䨥
㫈䟆䟆㧋䑇䤈㫈㫈㫈㨔
䧗䨥
㽕㧋䟆䨆
䞻䨥㳎㾧㫈
䋊
㨔䧗䟆㽕㤖㫈
㭁䞻䞻㤖䧗䋊䋞䤈䖀
㽕䧗
䦇䑇䔓䋊
㛀䧗㤖㘰
㽕䧗
䨥㛀䔓
㘝䋊㤖
䑇㫏䧗䔓䬔䋊㤖䨥
㫏㽕㽕䑇 䋊㧋䧗㫈䟆䖀 䋊 䨆䋊䑇 䐬䨥䧗䔓 䋊 㨔䋊䑇䨥䤈㳎㫈㾧 㫈䅟㨔䟆㫈㛀㛀䨥㽕䑇 䐬䋊㛀 㫈㛀䤈㽕䟆䧗㫈㾧 䨥䑇䜛䜛䜛 䮍䔓䨥㛀 㨔䋊䑇䨥䤈㳎㫈㾧 䨆䋊䑇 䐬䋊㛀 䔓㽕䞻㾧䨥䑇䬔 䋊 䨆㫈㾧䨥㤖䨆䰉㛀䨥䠂㫈㾧 㛀㤖䨥䧗䤈䋊㛀㫈䜛
㭁䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䨆㽕䨆㫈䑇䧗䖀 䐬䔓㫈䑇 䧗䔓㫈 㨔䋊䑇䨥䤈㳎㫈㾧 䨆䋊䑇 㛀䋊䐬 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 㛀䨥䧗䧗䨥䑇䬔 䧗䔓㫈䟆㫈䖀 䔓㫈 䨥䨆䨆㫈㾧䨥䋊䧗㫈䞻䋞 㳎䑇㫈䞻䧗 㾧㽕䐬䑇䖀 䔓䨥㛀 㨔䋊䑇䨥䤈 䧗㤖䟆䑇䨥䑇䬔 䧗㽕 䧗㫈䟆䟆㽕䟆䖀 䋊䞻䨆㽕㛀䧗 㛀䧗䋊䨆䨆㫈䟆䨥䑇䬔䖀 “䔤䟆㫈㛀䨥㾧㫈䑇䧗 䧇䋊䨥…”
䋊䧗䑇㳎䨥䬔
㧋㽕
䧗㳎䑇䔓䑇䨥䬔䨥
䧗㽕
㛀䨥㤖㫈䋞䞻䟆㫈䞻
㢍
㛀䨥
䟆䑇䋞”䧗䞻㫈䜛㫈䤈
㽕䤈䑇㾧䨆䨆㫈㫈䟆䯗
㫈䧗㛀䨥䑇㫈䬔㨔
䁄䟆㳎㫈䋊
䑇㫈䁄㫈
㛀㽕䞻䞻䐬䋞
㔖䞻䋊㫈䖀䧗䟆
䑇䞻㫈䋊䑇㨔㾧
䑇䧗䧗㽕䤈䑇㤖㭁䖀䤈䋊
䬔䋊䠂㫈
㨔㤖
㨔䖀䧗䋊㫈㤖䤈
㤖䧗䟆㫈䑇㾧
䖀䨆䞻䤈䞻䋊䋞
䧗㽕㽕
䔓㫈䧗
䟆㾧㫈䔓䋊
䞻䖀㫈㫈䋊㔖㛀
䧗㽕
䟆䧗䔓㫈㫈
㽕䋞㤖
“䖀䐱㤖㽕
㾧㳎䨥㨔㫈䤈
䋊䨥䧇
䑇䋊䋞
䑇㤖䨥䋊䧗㫏䔓䬔
䋞㛀㤖㫈㾧㾧䞻䑇
䋊㫈䧗
㢍’㫈㔖
䧗䨥䯗䔓䟆”䬔
㤖䋞㽕
䋊
䋊㾧䑇
䋊䞻䤈㫈㨔
“㢍㛀
䔓䋊䧗䧗
䮍䔓㫈 䨆䋊䑇 䤈䋊䞻䞻㫈㾧 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗䖀 䤈䟆䋊䐬䞻㫈㾧 䧗㽕 䧗䔓㫈 䧗䋊䁄䞻㫈 䨥䑇 㧋㫈䋊䟆䖀 “䔤䟆㫈㛀䨥㾧㫈䑇䧗 䧇䋊䨥䖀 㢍 䐬䋊㛀 䐬䟆㽕䑇䬔䭅 㢍 䟆㫈䋊䞻䞻䋞 䐬䋊㛀 䐬䟆㽕䑇䬔䖀 㨔䞻㫈䋊㛀㫈 䞻㫈䧗 䨆㫈 䬔㽕䖀 㢍 䁄㫈䬔 䋞㽕㤖 䧗㽕 䞻㫈䧗 䨆㫈 䬔㽕… 䞻㫈䧗 䨆㫈 䞻㫈䋊㔖㫈䭅 㨎䧗䔓㫈䟆䐬䨥㛀㫈䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㫏㽕䑇䬔 㣔䋊䨆䨥䞻䋞 䐬㽕䑇’䧗 㛀㨔䋊䟆㫈 䨆㫈䭅”
䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 㛀䋊䨥㾧 䤈䋊䞻䨆䞻䋞䖀 “䋯䨥䧗䔓 䨆㫈 䔓㫈䟆㫈䖀 䐬䔓䋞 䐬㽕㤖䞻㾧䑇’䧗 䧗䔓㫈 㫏㽕䑇䬔 㣔䋊䨆䨥䞻䋞 㛀㨔䋊䟆㫈 䋞㽕㤖䯗”
㽕䖀㤖䐱
㽕㛀㳎㽕䁄
䧗㭁
䨥㫈䑇”䔤㫈䧗㾧㛀䟆
䧇䨥䖀䋊
䋊䞻䞻
䟆㧋㨔㽕…㽕”
㾧㾧䨆䋊䑇䑇䬔㫈䨥
㫈㤖㾧䨥㫈㨔䧗䅟㫈䟆䑇
䑇䋊㾧
㫏䋊䨥䔓’䧗㤖䬔䑇㛀
㽕䑇㫈㽕㫈㛀䨆
㽕䧗䐬
䔓䧗㫈
㨔䨥䞻䖀㾧䋊䑇䬔㫈
䋊䧇䨥
㛀䋞㾧䋊
㯧䨥㛀㛀
䬔䨥䐱䑇
䧗䋊䑇䧗㤖㭁䤈䖀㽕䑇䤈
䨥㛀䔓䧗
䋊䟆䬔㾧㛀㫈㨔
䖀䋊㽕䬔
㫈㫈㨔䨥䟆䤈䧗
㽕㧋䟆
䞻㫈䬔䖀
䖀䧗䨥㽕䑇㨔
䔓䧗㫈
䬔䋊䨥䑇㽕䧗䤈䑇㤖䤈
䧗㛀㫈䑇
“㫏㽕 䐬䔓䋊䧗䯗” 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 䧗㽕㽕㳎 䋊 㛀䨆䋊䞻䞻 㛀䨥㨔 㽕㧋 䧗㫈䋊䖀 䧗䔓㫈䑇 㨔㤖䧗 㾧㽕䐬䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䤈㤖㨔 䋊䑇㾧 䧗㤖䟆䑇㫈㾧 䧗㽕䐬䋊䟆㾧㛀 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗䖀 “䐱㽕㤖䟆 䋊䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗㛀 䔓䋊㔖㫈 䋊䞻䐬䋊䋞㛀 䁄㫈㫈䑇 䨥䑇 䬔㽕㽕㾧 㽕䟆㾧㫈䟆䖀 䔓䋊㔖㫈䑇’䧗 䧗䔓㫈䋞䯗”
䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗’㛀 㧋䋊䤈㫈 䧗㤖䟆䑇㫈㾧 㛀㽕䨆㫈䐬䔓䋊䧗 㤖䬔䞻䋞䖀 㛀䧗䋊䨆䨆㫈䟆䨥䑇䬔䖀 䑇㽕䧗 㾧䋊䟆䨥䑇䬔 䧗㽕 㛀㨔㫈䋊㳎—䋊䧗 䧗䔓䋊䧗 䨆㽕䨆㫈䑇䧗䖀 㽕䑇㫈 㽕㧋 䧗䔓㫈 䨆㫈䑇 䐬䔓㽕 䔓䋊㾧 䁄䟆㽕㤖䬔䔓䧗 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗䖀 㨔㤖䞻䞻㫈㾧 㽕㤖䧗 䋊 䬔㤖䑇 㧋䟆㽕䨆 䔓䨥㛀 䁄㫈䞻䧗䖀 䞻㽕䋊㾧㫈㾧 䨥䧗䖀 䋊䑇㾧 㨔㽕䨥䑇䧗㫈㾧 䨥䧗 䋊䧗 䧗䔓㫈 䁄䋊䤈㳎 㽕㧋 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗’㛀 䔓㫈䋊㾧䜛
䧇䨥䋊䖀
䟆䋊䖀䞻䞻㽕㾧㛀
䋊
䋊䨆㾧㫈
㨔㾧䟆㽕
䧗㽕㽕
䖀䤈㤖䔓䨆
㫈䔓䧗
㳎䧗䁄䭅㫈㤖䤈
䋊㧋䤈䖀㫈
㫈䭅㾧䨥
䨥㛀
䞻䋞㽕䑇
䁄㫈㾧䖀㫈䟆䞻䨆䧗
㾧䔓㫈㾧㤖䑇䟆
㢍
䧗䋊䐬䑇㛀’
㫈㛀㽕䨆
㛀’䧗䨥
㽕䧗
䨥䑇
㢍”
㤖䋊䧗㛀㛀㾧㫈䑇䧗㘰䨆
㫈䔓㛀
㢍
䧗䔓㫈
䋞䨆
㢍…
䋊㔖䔓㫈
䧗㽕
䟆䋞䞻䞻㫈䋊
䤈䔓㛀㤖
㫈䟆䧗䔤䨥䑇㫈㾧㛀
䧗㽕㤖
㤖䋊䧗䞻㧋…
䋞㽕㤖
䨥㛀
㫈䔓䧗
䟆㛀䧗㫈䧗䋊㾧
㧋㽕䟆
㛀䧗䔓㾧䋊㽕䑇㤖
㫈㔖㫈䑇
䨥䧗㛀䔓
䖀䟆䞻䤈㔖㫈㫈
䨥䧗䑇䋞
䋊㭁䑇䧗㽕䑇㤖䤈䤈䧗
䔓䨥㛀
䋞䧗䋊䋞䍽䑇㛀
㽕㳎䧗㽕
䟆㫈䋊䞻䧗
䧗䨥䖀
㯧㛀䨥㛀
㛀䧗䨥’
㛀䤈䑇䧗䤈㤖䋊䜛㽕
㢍
䟆䬔㫈䖀㫈㾧
㧋䑇㾧㤖㽕
䨥䧗
䧗䧇㤖…
䧗㛀㫈䔤㾧䟆䑇䨥㫈
䔓䧗㫈
䖀䨥䋊䧇
䨆䋞
㤖㽕䐱䖀
䧗㽕
䜛䑇䨆䋊䧗㤖㽕
㽕䑇䧗
㧋㫈䐬
䤈䔓䨥䐬䔓
䨥䐱䑇䬔
䖀䬔䑇䨥䤈䋞䟆
䧇…㤖䧗
䑇䋊㨔䞻㛀㨔䨥䬔
䑇㾧䧗㾧’䨥
㫈䞻䔓㨔
䋊
㤖䁄䧗
㤖䁄䧗
䑇䨆㫈䋊
䭅”䨆㫈
㽕㫏䑇䬔
䟆㾧㫈㔖㫈㫈㛀
䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 㛀䋊䨥㾧 㫈䅟㨔䟆㫈㛀㛀䨥㽕䑇䞻㫈㛀㛀䞻䋞䖀 “䍽䨥㾧 䋞㽕㤖 䔓䋊䑇㾧 㽕㔖㫈䟆 䧗䔓㽕㛀㫈 䁄䨥䞻䞻㛀 䋊䑇㾧 㽕䟆䨥䬔䨥䑇䋊䞻 㧋䨥䑇䋊䑇䤈䨥䋊䞻 㨔䟆㽕㽕㧋䯗”
䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗 㶎㤖䨥䤈㳎䞻䋞 㛀䋊䨥㾧䖀 “㴹㽕䭅 㢍 䐬㽕㤖䞻㾧䑇’䧗 㾧䋊䟆㫈 䧗㽕 䔓䋊䑇㾧 䧗䔓㫈䨆 㽕㔖㫈䟆䭅 䔤䟆㫈㛀䨥㾧㫈䑇䧗 䧇䋊䨥䖀 䋞㽕㤖 㳎䑇㽕䐬䖀 㾧㽕䑇’䧗 䋞㽕㤖䖀 䔓㽕䐬 䨆㤖䤈䔓 㧋䋊䞻㛀㫈 䋊䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䨥䑇䬔 䨥㛀 䨥䑇 䧗䔓㫈䟆㫈䭅 㨎䑇䤈㫈 䔓䋊䑇㾧㫈㾧 㽕㔖㫈䟆䖀 䑇㽕䑇㫈 㽕㧋 㤖㛀 䤈䋊䑇 㫈㛀䤈䋊㨔㫈 䟆㫈㛀㨔㽕䑇㛀䨥䁄䨥䞻䨥䧗䋞䭅 㫏㽕 㢍 㛀䋊䨥㾧 䨥䧗 䑇㫈㫈㾧㛀 䧗䨥䨆㫈 䧗㽕 㽕䟆䬔䋊䑇䨥䠂㫈䖀 㛀㫈䑇䧗 䧗䔓㫈 㨔㫈䟆㛀㽕䑇 䋊䐬䋊䋞䖀 䋊䑇㾧 䧗䔓㫈䑇…”
䨆”㘝”䯗
䔓䧗㫈
䋊㫈䬔㔖
㽕䐱䖀㤖
䋊
㤖䨥䬔㫏䧗䑇䔓䋊
䋊䨥䧇
䟆䖀䑇㽕㛀䧗
㽕㾧䤈䞻
㤖䧗㽕䤈䑇䋊䧗䑇䤈㭁䜛
㫈䟆㨔㤖䑇䨥䧗䧗䟆䨥䬔䑇
䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗 䨥䨆䨆㫈㾧䨥䋊䧗㫈䞻䋞 䤈㽕䟆䟆㫈䤈䧗㫈㾧 䔓䨥䨆㛀㫈䞻㧋 䨥䑇 䧗㫈䟆䟆㽕䟆䖀 “㢍 䨆㫈䋊䑇… 䨥㧋 䔓䋊䑇㾧㫈㾧 㽕㔖㫈䟆䖀 㢍’䨆 㾧㽕㽕䨆㫈㾧䭅”
䔤䟆㫈㛀䨥㾧㫈䑇䧗 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 㛀䞻䨥䬔䔓䧗䞻䋞 䁄㫈䑇䧗 㽕㔖㫈䟆䖀 䑇㽕䐬 䁄䋊䟆㫈䞻䋞 䋊 㨔䋊䞻䨆’㛀 䐬䨥㾧䧗䔓 㧋䟆㽕䨆 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗䜛
㳎䟆㽕䐬
㾧䧗䑇’䨥㾧
䋊䞻䖀䧗䑇㫈䨆䬔䨥䑇
䋞㫈䬔䞻䑇䧗
䨆䨥㫈㾧䑇㫈䟆㾧
䁄㫈
㧋䐬㫈
䐬㫈
䑇䋞䋊䨆
䧗㛀䁄㫈䖀
䧗㫈䔓
㤖㽕䟆
䋞㽕㤖
㫈䐬
㽕㛀
㫈䖀䋞㫈䟆㾧䬔
䖀䨆䧗䨥㛀㫈
䤈㽕㭁䑇䤈䖀䧗䧗䋊㤖䑇
䞻”䑇䨥䧗㫈䯗㛀
㫈㛀䨆䖀䨥䧗
䧗䔓㫈
䬔㽕㫏䑇
㽕䋞㤖
䐬㫈
䐬䋞䔓
‘㢍㔖㫈
㫈䤈㧋䋊
㧋䟆㽕
“㽕㤖䐱䖀
䋊
䧗䋊㾧㨔䧗㫈
䧗䔓㫈
㛀㽕
㫈㘝
㫈䐬䔓䑇
㣔䋊䨆䋞䨥䖀䞻
䖀㤖㽕䐱
㽕㾧
‘䋊䑇䤈䧗
䨆䧗㤖㛀
‘㤖䤈䋊䑇㛀䧗䤈䧗㭁䑇㽕
“䐱㫈㛀䖀 䋞㫈㛀䖀 㢍 㾧㫈㛀㫈䟆㔖㫈 䧗㽕 㾧䨥㫈䖀 䨆䋞 䬔䟆㫈㫈㾧… 㢍 㾧㫈㛀㫈䟆㔖㫈 䧗㽕 㾧䨥㫈…” 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗䖀 䁄㽕䐬㫈㾧 䔓䨥㛀 䔓㫈䋊㾧 㶎㤖䨥䤈㳎䞻䋞䖀 䑇㽕䧗 㾧䋊䟆䨥䑇䬔 䧗㽕 䞻㽕㽕㳎 䋊䧗 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔䜛
㗀䑇㫈䅟㨔㫈䤈䧗㫈㾧䞻䋞䖀 䋊䧗 䧗䔓䋊䧗 䨆㽕䨆㫈䑇䧗䖀 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗䖀 㧋㫈䞻䧗 䋊 㛀䔓䋊䟆㨔 㨔䋊䨥䑇 㽕䑇 䔓䨥㛀 㛀䤈䋊䞻㨔—䔤䟆㫈㛀䨥㾧㫈䑇䧗 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 䔓䋊㾧 䬔䟆䋊䁄䁄㫈㾧 䔓䨥㛀 䔓䋊䨥䟆 䋊䑇㾧 㛀䞻䋊䨆䨆㫈㾧 䔓䨥㛀 䔓㫈䋊㾧 䋊䬔䋊䨥䑇㛀䧗 䧗䔓㫈 䧗䋊䁄䞻㫈’㛀 㫈㾧䬔㫈䜛
䬔—䧇䋊䑇䭅
䮍䔓㫈 䨥䨆㨔䋊䤈䧗 㽕㔖㫈䟆䧗㤖䟆䑇㫈㾧 㛀㽕䨆㫈 䨥䧗㫈䨆㛀 㽕䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䧗䋊䁄䞻㫈䖀 䋊䑇㾧 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 㫈䟆㤖㨔䧗㫈㾧 䞻䨥㳎㫈 䋊 㔖㽕䞻䤈䋊䑇㽕䖀 “㘝㽕䐬 㾧䋊䟆㫈 䋞㽕㤖 䬔㽕 䁄㫈䔓䨥䑇㾧 䨆䋞 䁄䋊䤈㳎䯗”
䮍䔓䨥㛀 䁄䞻㽕䐬 䞻㫈㧋䧗 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗 㛀㫈㫈䨥䑇䬔 㛀䧗䋊䟆㛀䖀 㾧䨥䠂䠂䋞䖀 㫈㔖㫈䑇 䧗䐬㽕 䧗㫈㫈䧗䔓 㳎䑇㽕䤈㳎㫈㾧 㽕㤖䧗䖀 䧗䐬㽕 㛀䧗䟆㫈䋊䨆㛀 㽕㧋 䁄䞻㽕㽕㾧 㧋䞻㽕䐬䨥䑇䬔 㧋䟆㽕䨆 䔓䨥㛀 䑇㽕㛀䧗䟆䨥䞻㛀䜛
㛀䋊䐬䑇’䧗
䨆䧗䖀㫈㛀䨥
‘㾧䑇䧗㽕
䋊䁄䑇䬔䟆䬔䨥䁄
䔓䧗㫈
㛀䨥㧋䨥䑇䔓㾧㫈
㫈䤈䋊㧋
㽕’䧗㾧䑇
䧇䋊䨥
䔓㽕䐬
㛀㫈䯗䧗䨥䨆
䋞㽕㤖
䭅䯗㘝䭅㤖䔓”
㽕䋞㤖
䞻㧋䖀㽕㽕䟆
䟆䔓䋊䨥
䑇䨆䋞䋊
㫈䖀䧗䋞
㾧䧗㽕䞻
䋯䔓䋞
䬔䑇䨥䋊䋊
㫏䋊䋞
㛀䧗䬔䔓䨥㽕䨆䯗䑇㫈
䨥䨆䔓
䐱䖀㽕㤖
㔖㢍’㫈
㫈䖀䨆䧗㛀䨥
䑇䋊䨆䋞
䋊䨆䋞䑇
䭅㨔㫏㳎䋊㫈
䧗㛀䑇㫈䨥䞻䯗
㾧䑇䋊
㛀䧗㾧㫈䐬䨥䧗
㛀䨥䔓
䧗䔓㫈
䔓䑇䨆䭅䨥䭅䬔㛀䧗㽕㫈
㛀䑇䨥㫈䞻䧗䯗
䋞䔓”䋯
䔓䐬㽕
䔓䋞䋯
㛀䋞䋊
䧗㽕
䧗䤈㤖㛀䤈㭁㽕䑇䑇’䧗䋊
㧋㫈㫈䤈䞻䋞䖀䨥䟆
‘䧗䑇㽕䐬
㫏䧗䔓䨥䑇䬔㤖䋊
㽕㤖䋞
㛀䞻䨥䬔䨆䋊䑇䨆
㽕䐬䔓
㽕䋞㤖
䮍䔓㫈 䟆㫈㨔㫈䋊䧗㫈㾧 㛀䞻䋊䨆䨆䨥䑇䬔 䞻㫈㧋䧗 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗 䑇㫈䋊䟆䞻䋞 㛀㫈䨆䨥䰉䤈㽕䑇㛀䤈䨥㽕㤖㛀䖀 䨥䑇 䋊 䨆䨥㛀㫈䟆䋊䁄䞻㫈 㛀䧗䋊䧗㫈䜛
䧇䋊䨥 䦇䔓䋊䑇 㨔㤖䞻䞻㫈㾧 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔’㛀 䋊䟆䨆 㧋䟆䋊䑇䧗䨥䤈䋊䞻䞻䋞䖀 “䔤䟆㫈㛀䨥㾧㫈䑇䧗 䧇䋊䨥䖀 䨥䧗’㛀 䑇㽕 㤖㛀㫈 㳎䨥䞻䞻䨥䑇䬔 䔓䨥䨆 䑇㽕䐬䖀 䧗䔓䨥䑇㳎 䋊䁄㽕㤖䧗 䔓㽕䐬 䧗㽕 䤈䞻㫈䋊䑇 㤖㨔 䧗䔓㫈 䋊㧋䧗㫈䟆䨆䋊䧗䔓䖀 䧗䔓䋊䧗’㛀 䐬䔓䋊䧗 䨆䋊䧗䧗㫈䟆㛀䭅”
䖀㨔㤖
䔓䨥㛀
䋊㾧㛀䨥
㾧䑇䋊
䬔䨥䖀䤈䑇䞻㽕䧗䔓
䧗㽕㳎㽕
䋊
䨆䞻䋊䤈䖀䞻䋞
㫈㫏㫈䧗䧗䟆
㤖䨥䋊㫏䔓䧗䑇䬔
“㢍㔖㫈’
㾧㘰㤖㫈㾧㛀䧗䋊
㽕䟆㧋
䟆䋊㾧䑇䬔䋊䟆㫈
㤖㽕䧗䋊䁄
䋊㾧䋊䋞㫈䞻䟆
㽕㽕㛀䧗㾧
䋊䑇
䨥䧗䜛
㽕䧗
㫈䋞㫈
䔓䔓䦇䑇䋊䬔㽕㤖
䁄䟆䔓䋊㫈䧗䖀
䧗䔓㫈
㫈䖀㤖䞻䑇䤈䋊㨔
䨥䋊䧇
㫈㫈㳎㨔
䔓䧗㫈
䑇㽕
䟆䞻㫈㫈㫈䑇䨆䧗㫈㽕㾧㔖㨔
㤖㛗䧗㛀
‘㾧䑇㽕䧗
䧗㫈䜛㨔㘰䤈㽕”䟆
䐬䋞䟆㽕䟆
㤖䟆㛀㫈
㳎㫈䋊䨆
“㗀䑇㾧㫈䟆㛀䧗㽕㽕㾧䜛” 䧇䋊䨥 䦇䔓䋊䑇 䑇㽕㾧㾧㫈㾧䖀 䧗䔓㫈䑇 䞻㽕㽕㳎㫈㾧 䋊䧗 䧗䔓㫈 䤈䟆㤖䨆㨔䞻㫈㾧 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗 㽕䑇 䧗䔓㫈 㧋䞻㽕㽕䟆䖀 “㭁䑇㾧 䐬䔓䋊䧗 䋊䁄㽕㤖䧗 䧗䔓䨥㛀 䬔㤖䋞䯗”
“䍽䨥㾧䑇’䧗 䔓㫈 䞻䨥㳎㫈 䧗㽕 䧗䟆䋊㔖㫈䞻䯗” 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 㛀䋊䧗 䁄䋊䤈㳎 㾧㽕䐬䑇䖀 㛀䨥㨔㨔䨥䑇䬔 䧗㫈䋊 䋊㛀 䔓㫈 㛀㨔㽕㳎㫈䖀 “䮍䔓㫈䑇 㛀㫈䑇㾧 䔓䨥䨆 㽕䑇 䋊 䧗䟆䨥㨔䜛 䂆䔓㽕㨔 䔓䨥䨆 㤖㨔 䋊䑇㾧 䧗䔓䟆㽕䐬 䔓䨥䨆 䨥䑇䧗㽕 䧗䔓㫈 㛀㫈䋊䖀 䞻㫈䧗 䔓䨥䨆 㛀㫈㫈 䧗䔓㫈 䐬㽕䟆䞻㾧䜛”
䋯䧗䔓”䋊
䧇䨥䋊
㫈㛀㤖䬔㾧䧗䟆䖀㫈
䞻㽕䧗䨥䑇㤖䟆䑇䋞䋊㔖䞻䨥
䑇䋊㾧䑇䬔䨥䧗㛀
㽕䨆”䬔㔖䑇䨥䯗
㧋䖀㽕䟆
䔓㫈䧗䟆㫈
㫈䬔䧗
䋊䟆㫈
㤖䁄䧗
䔓䑇䦇䋊
㤖䨥㳎䤈䋞䞻㶎
㽕䋞㤖
䐬䋊㽕䐬䞻㾧㫈䞻㛀
䮍䔓㫈 䧗䐬㽕 䨆㫈䑇 䔓㤖䟆䟆䨥㫈㾧 䧗㽕 㾧䟆䋊䬔 䐱㽕㤖䖀 䧗䔓㫈 㭁䤈䤈㽕㤖䑇䧗䋊䑇䧗 㽕㤖䧗䜛
㴹㽕䐬䖀 㽕䑇䞻䋞 䧇䋊䨥 㫏䔓㤖䨥䧗䋊䑇䬔 䋊䑇㾧 䧇䋊䨥 䦇䔓䋊䑇 䟆㫈䨆䋊䨥䑇㫈㾧 䨥䑇 䧗䔓㫈 㨔䟆䨥㔖䋊䧗㫈 䟆㽕㽕䨆䖀 䋊䑇㾧 䧇䋊䨥 䦇䔓䋊䑇 䐬䔓䨥㛀㨔㫈䟆㫈㾧䖀 “䧇䨥䬔 䁄䟆㽕䧗䔓㫈䟆…䐬䔓㫈䑇 䋞㽕㤖 㛀䋊䨥㾧 䧗䔓㫈 䋊㧋䧗㫈䟆䨆䋊䧗䔓 䐬䋊㛀 䔓䋊䑇㾧䞻㫈㾧䖀 䋞㽕㤖 䨆㫈䋊䑇䧗…”
䧗䨥䑇䨆䧗䨆䨥䬔㽕䤈
㽕㫈䖀䁄䞻䐬
䋊䧗䬔㫏䔓䑇㤖䨥
䐬䋊㛀
㨎㾧㫈㽕㔖䯗䞻䟆䟆
䨥䋊䧇
䑇㾧䋊
㫈䧗䔓
㨔䨆㫈䋊䟆㫈䑇䟆㽕㧋䤈
䞻㫈䟆㫈䐬䞻䋊㣔
䋯”䧗䋊䔓
䔓㫈䟆䐬㫈
‘䔓䋯㛀㽕
䜛㛀䨥”
䁄䑇㫈䨥䑇㤖䜛䜛䤈䂆㽕䜛
䋊
㤖䖀㫈䨥䤈㛀䨥㾧
䨥㛗
㽕䔓䐬
㛀䧗䬔㫈䋊
㛀㫈䑇㫈䟆㫈㾧䖀
㨎䟆䞻㔖㾧㫈䟆㽕
䟆䞻㫈䋊
㛀䋞䋊
㧋㽕
䤈䋊䐬㾧䧗䔓㫈
㽕䧗
䔓䧗㫈
㤖䐱
㯧䋞
“䮍䔓䨥㛀…” 䧇䋊䨥 䦇䔓䋊䑇 䔓䋊㾧 䋊 㧋䋊䨥䑇䧗 㧋㫈㫈䞻䨥䑇䬔 㽕㧋 㧋㽕䟆㫈䁄㽕㾧䨥䑇䬔䖀 䁄㤖䧗 䔓㫈 㛀䋊䨥㾧 䑇㽕 䨆㽕䟆㫈䜛
䮍䔓䨥㛀 䨆䋊䑇䖀 䧗䔓㽕㤖䬔䔓 䔓䨥㛀 䤈㽕㤖㛀䨥䑇䖀 䔓䋊㾧 䨆㫈䋊䑇㛀 䧗䔓䋊䧗 䨥䑇㛀䧗䨥䞻䞻㫈㾧 㾧䟆㫈䋊㾧 㫈㔖㫈䑇 䨥䑇 㧋䋊䨆䨥䞻䋞䜛
䜛䜛䜛
——䮍䔓㫈 㘝䋊䑇 㛀㽕䞻㾧䨥㫈䟆㛀䖀 䧗䔓㫈䋞䖀 䧗䔓㫈䋞䖀 䧗䔓㫈䋞 䁄䟆㽕㳎㫈 䨥䑇䭅
——㑕㫈䧗 䨆㫈 㛀㫈㫈…
——㭁䔓䭅
䮍䨥䭅㛀䔓—
䐱㤖 㛗䨥 䤈㽕䨆䨆䨥䧗䧗㫈㾧 㛀㤖䨥䤈䨥㾧㫈䖀 䋊䨥㾧㫈㾧 㽕㧋㧋 䁄䋞 㛀㫈䟆㔖䋊䑇䧗 䬔䨥䟆䞻㛀䜛䜛䜛 䂆㤖䟆䧗䋊䨥䑇 䤈䋊䞻䞻䜛
㢍䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䋊㨔㨔䞻䋊㤖㛀㫈䖀 㑕㤖㽕 䭾䨥㤖䖀 㛀䨥䧗䧗䨥䑇䬔 䨥䑇 䧗䔓㫈 䤈䟆㽕䐬㾧䖀 䬔䞻䋊䑇䤈㫈㾧 䋊䧗 䧗䔓㫈 䧗㫈䋊䔓㽕㤖㛀㫈 㫈䑇䧗䟆䋊䑇䤈㫈䖀 䑇㽕䧗䨥䑇䬔 䋊 䨆䨥㾧㾧䞻㫈䰉䋊䬔㫈㾧 䨆䋊䑇 㶎㤖䨥㫈䧗䞻䋞 㫈䑇䧗㫈䟆䨥䑇䬔 䐬䨥䧗䔓 䔓䨥㛀 䔓㫈䋊㾧 䞻㽕䐬㫈䟆㫈㾧䜛
䭾䨥㤖
䨥䔓㛀
䨆㽕㫈㔖㾧
㨔䔓…䑇㫈㽕
䧗䧗䔓䋊
䤈䨥䞻䟆䤈㫈㾧
䤈㾧䔓㫈㳎䤈㫈
䐬㽕䑇
㫈䧗䔓
䔓䋊㾧
䟆䜛㫈䔓㫈
䨥㔖䋊䑇䋊㽕䨥䑇䬔䧗
㾧㫈䟆
㑕㽕㤖
䧗㾧㽕
㽕䖀䋊䑇㾧㤖䟆
㛀’䨆䋊㨔
“㑕㽕㽕㳎㛀 䞻䨥㳎㫈 㘰㤖㛀䧗 䋊 䁄䋊䤈㳎㤖㨔 㨔䞻䋊䑇…”
䋯䨥䧗䔓 䋊 䧗䔓㽕㤖䬔䔓䧗㧋㤖䞻 䞻㽕㽕㳎䖀 㑕㤖㽕 䭾䨥㤖 䬔䞻䋊䑇䤈㫈㾧 䋊䧗 䧗䔓㫈 㛀㫈䤈㽕䑇㾧 㧋䞻㽕㽕䟆 㽕㧋 䧗䔓㫈 䧗㫈䋊䔓㽕㤖㛀㫈…䋊 䤈㫈䟆䧗䋊䨥䑇 㨔䟆䨥㔖䋊䧗㫈 䟆㽕㽕䨆䜛
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