Chapter 935: Chapter 179: Fortune and Misfortune (Part 1)
Upon seeing the exaggerated Buddha statue in the lobby of the Zhonghua Street Chamber of merce building again, Luo Qiu suddenly asked curiously, “So, is this Buddha statue arranged by Mr. Blind?”
The angle at which this Buddha is placed is somewhat special, and so is the ‘Gate of Life’ in the chamber of merce building.
“The Buddha statue isn’t, although it’s a friend of Southeast Asia who arranged it,” Song Haoran was lighting incense, “Speaking of which, Mr. Blind always says Buddhism and Taoism have the same origin, so he looks like a Taoist, but he doesn’t reject Buddhist things at all.”
“You seem to quite believe in these things.” Luo Qiu looked at the Buddha statue again.
At this moment, Song Haoran put his hands together, and the burning sandalwood incense was clamped between his fingers. He closed his eyes, bowed devoutly a few times, before placing the incense into the censer.
“I actually don’t believe in this stuff,” Song Haoran laughed lightly, “If there is a god in this world, then the god must be myself because only I can make myself do the impossible. So, the one I worship is myself.”
Luo Qiu took a look at Song Haoran and suddenly said, “That’s right, only when one’s own god resides in the heart will everything be successful.”
Song Haoran was pleased that Luo Qiu did not take away his confidence and also looked at Luo Qiu, “What about you? What god resides in your heart?”
This question stumped Luo Qiu, and after thinking carefully, he uncertainly said, “Probably, it can only be myself.”
Song Haoran did not pursue the matter further and calmly said, “Let’s wait for Bai Shuitang to e down here.”
He walked towards the lounge area of the chamber of merce lobby.
Luo Qiu watched Song Haoran’s back… already able to see a massive shadowy form enveloping Song Haoran, always there.
“Indeed, there is a god residing in him.”
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“Second Uncle, what do you think?” Song Ying was directly looking at Bai Shuitang at this time.
Unlike Song Haoran or Song Tianyou, Song Ying was somewhat closer to Bai Shuitang—after all, Bai Shuitang was her father’s brother. Although her father married into the Song Family, she was in her father’s lineage and represented the Bai Family.
Even though Song Ying’s feelings for Bai Shuitang weren’t as deep as those for Old Master Song or Song Haoran, she hung onto childhood memories—Bai Shuitang was really good to her back then.
However, Song Ying didn’t interact much with other Bai Family members.
There weren’t many outsiders in the office, and Bai Shuitang seemed more relaxed, “Little Ying, you say the accountant You made false accounts in Zhonghua Street and absconded with the funds… Was there anything wrong in this?”
Song Ying did not intend to go into detail about this with Bai Shuitang, there were many other matters waiting within the Group, so she simply said, “The absconding is definitely correct, and I personally discovered the false accounts. If the accountant You himself wasn’t problematic, why did all his puter data disappear once he went missing?”
“Hmm… what you said makes sense.” Bai Shuitang nodded, “But suddenly like this, I am not fully prepared.”
“No worry, any shortings can be supplemented later.” Song Ying said decisively, “For now, bring the account books you can find, and I will check them here once more.”
“Now?” Bai Shuitang frowned slightly.
Song Ying said, “What’s wrong, Second Uncle, is there a problem?”
Bai Shuitang shook his head and said, “No, I’m only worried whether you’ll be able to handle it… But since you’ve said it, you must be able to do it, Second Uncle believes you. After all, you were incredibly good at mental arithmetic, a prodigy since childhood.”
“Then I’ll trouble you, Second Uncle.” Song Ying smiled slightly.
“I’ll have someone fetch them, you wait here.” Bai Shuitang said at this point, “Little Ying, how about you just wait here? I’ll first give the Young Master a heads-up, what do you think?”
Song Ying waved her hand, “No need, you go acpany my uncle, just leave someone to fetch the things, if there are unclear accounts, I’ll ask you later.”
“Alright, whatever you say.” Bai Shuitang nodded—he quickly found his secretary and asked her to lead Song Ying and others to the chamber’s finance department.
In no time, the office was left with only Bai Shuitang, and his face turned somber, “Why did this girl show up today as well.”
White Pond’s thoughts had changed somewhat, and these changes began when he encountered Luo Qiu at the Han Residence.
Initially, Bai Shuitang thought that as long as he took care of Song Tianyou, Song Haoran, and Song Ying, he would have a great chance of seizing the wealth of the Song Family—all of it visibly represented by the Song Dynasty Group.
But Luo Qiu’s sudden emergence at the Han Residence had made Bai Shuitang alert.
Since the Song Family could produce someone like Luo Qiu, does this mean there are other direct descendants outside the Song Family, with even more legitimate claims?
With this consideration, Bai Shuitang had to temporarily alter his original plan—rather than letting the Song Dynasty fall into the hands of other hidden Song family heirs, he might as well confer it on Song Ying.
As long as Song Ying fully takes over Song Dynasty, then he, as Song Ying’s uncle, can manipulate many things. Even more so, if Song Ying progresses further and seizes the power of Iris in the mysterious village of the Song Family…
“Let’s see if Basil can take down Song Haoran today.” Bai Shuitang revealed a cold smile, then adjusted his clothes and hurriedly headed for the chamber’s lobby.
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When Bai Shuitang arrived at the lobby lounge, he happened to see Song Haoran looking happy, and he curiously asked, “Young Master, what’s the good news?”
Seeing Bai Shuitang came over, Song Haoran gestured for him to sit down, “President Bai, the information you provided was spot on. Oni just gave us a response, our people directly stormed the hideout of those remnants, killed two out of four, and captured two. How can I not be happy?”
“This is indeed good news!” Bai Shuitang’s spirit was suddenly uplifted, “Old Master said the Young Master is always a mander-in-chief, as long as you take action, nothing can’t be done, I think that’s certainly true.”
Song Haoran laughed heartily, “Yes, things are going smoothly, even heaven is helping me—although it’s a pity we didn’t find Bazel this time, he seems lucky to have escaped.”
Bai Shuitang indifferently said, “Since we’ve captured two, we’ll surely be able to find out Basil’s whereabouts, no need to rush.”
“That’s what I think too.” Song Haoran confidently said, “Bazel is like a rat crossing the street now, unable to appear in the short term. President Bai, we can celebrate for now… Has Song Ying’s matter been handled?”
“I’ve arranged it, don’t worry Young Master.” Bai Shuitang said in a low voice, “Also, Hong Lou is ready, uh… what do you think?”
“Let’s go together!” Song Haoran clapped his thigh and stood up, “President Bai, don’t say we’re relatives ah, if the girls aren’t good, I will definitely punish you!”
“Of course! Of course!” Bai Shuitang quickly laughed along, “If it really isn’t good, I put my words here, I’ll down a bottle of Maotai myself!”
“Impressive! Just like your style, haha!” Song Haoran patted Bai Shuitang on the shoulder, rubbed his hands and said, “Then let’s go!”
Song Haoran, known for his amorous nature, love for alcohol and pleasure, an old hand in these circles… was something everyone knew, Bai Shuitang squinted and chased with a smile all the way.
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In the small meeting room of the finance department of the chamber of merce.
The secretary moved a thick stack of account books in front of Song Ying, “Miss Ying, these are the copies of last year’s entire accounts. Why don’t you start with these? The rest are still being sorted.”
Song Ying nodded and glanced at the secretary, noticing her neckline seemed a bit low, but she said nothing and merely uttered a light “hmm.”
Song Ying randomly opened one of the account books and glanced at it briefly, but her fingers suddenly stopped on the calculator. She seemed to have remembered something and suddenly looked at Song Da, who was sitting in a chair by the wall, “Song Da, does Chinese medicine work for stomach pain?”
Song Da opened his eyes, looking surprised, then awkwardly said, “Well… Miss Ying, maybe you should ask your wife at home about this?”
“What are you talking about! I mean regular stomach pain! Not what you think! Pervert!” Song Ying glared viciously.
Why not add Young Master Qiu as the subject in front… would it kill you?
“It should be effective.” Song Da had to answer begrudgingly, “Why don’t I go ask the Blind Man for some elixir?”
“No need.” Song Ying said expressionlessly, bowing her head to continue looking at the account book.
But after a short while, Song Ying absentmindedly raised her head, “By the way, where exactly is my uncle going now? I always feel like they’re hiding something from me.”
Should it be called a woman’s sixth sense?
Since the beginning, Song Ying felt Song Haoran was acting strangely.
“Well… Miss Ying, I’m not too sure either because the president hasn’t told me.”
Song Ying replied indifferently, “Is it that he hasn’t told you, or he forbids you from telling me?”
“Miss Ying, I truly don’t know…” The secretary looked aggrievedly at Song Ying—legend has it that Miss Ying of the Song Dynasty is moody and extremely difficult to please.
“Alright, if you don’t know, go find out for me.” Song Ying glanced at her wristwatch, “Reply to me in half an hour. If you still don’t know, your year-end bonus will be canceled.”
“Miss Ying… aren’t you making it difficult for me?” The secretary’s internal scales were tilting, but she was struggling bitterly.
“What?” Song Ying suddenly sneered, “According to rules, President Bai is considered an employee of the Song Dynasty, my subordinate. As a boss, am I not even allowed to know what my employees are doing during work hours? Are you planning to rebel?”
“I-I don’t dare!” The secretary’s face instantly turned pale.
The welfare and treatment for employees of the Song Dynasty Group were excellent, a coveted position—at this moment, the secretary gritted her teeth, weighed the pros and cons, and ultimately submitted to the tyranny of the group’s spokesperson.
The secretary bent forward, whispering in Song Ying’s ear, “Miss Ying, please don’t say I told you. Actually… the president is currently taking Young Master Song and his panions to the Red Building on the backstreet to have fun…”
“What!”
Just after listening, Song Ying’s fury erupted, slamming her hand on the table, almost roaring, “I’m working my ass off here, and they dare to visit a brothel!!”
“Miss Ying, shh… don’t get upset!” The secretary was stunned—Miss Ying’s voice could be so astonishingly loud. Who knows if people outside in the hallway heard it.
“No way!”
Unexpectedly, Song Ying paid no heed but abruptly stood up, clenching her fist, “Well, showing their true colors… a playboy, indeed! Couldn’t resist exposing himself, huh!! If I don’t catch them red-handed, I’ll change my last name to my dad’s! Song Da, let’s go!”
“Alright…”
Song Da resignedly rubbed his forehead and got up… A daughter having her father’s surname is customary, isn’t it?
“Miss Ying, what about these accounts? So many…” Su Mei urgently reminded.
“You handle them yourself for now!”
Song Ying hurriedly instructed, then quickly strode out of the small meeting room door.
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The Red Building’s decor resembles the style of brothels from the 1940s and 50s, with girls mostly wearing fitted qipao and holding fans, swaying gracefully.
Upon entering, Luo Qiu caught a strong scent of makeup powder and saw behind a bead curtain a middle-aged woman holding a slender smoke gun, approaching slowly, smiling.
She should be similar to a madam in the Red Building… The madam enthusiastically came over to Bai Shuitang, half-leaning and cooing, “President, long time no see, have you switched to a new place?”
Bai Shuitang awkwardly smiled—taking a boss to such places as this is mon, but it doesn’t mean the boss would like their employees frequenting such places.
Luckily, Song Haoran showed no displeasure, and Bai Shuitang cleared his throat, “Today, I brought two distinguished guests. Treat them well; make sure everything is satisfactory!”
“Slim or full-bodied, Chinese or Western, take your pick.” The madam grinned, “Just these days a few new chicks arrived; they’re quite good… Being your distinguished guests, just a de-virginity bonus is enough, drinks are on the house!”
“Boss lady sure knows business.” Song Haoran chuckled lightly, “Just afraid the virginity bonus won’t be cheap, right?”
“Oh my, you’re a distinguished guest of the president; could you care about these little expenses? We’re just small-time business here; we’re just poor women making a living, dear guests, please don’t make it hard for us.”
“Haha, right, I have loads of money, as long as I’m happy, it’s no problem.” Song Haoran waved his hand, portraying the image of a prodigal son.
But at this moment, he looked at Luo Qiu with some cunning; connecting to what the madam said about de-virginity, Luo Qiu seemed to understand what Song Haoran was thinking.
Luo Qiu gently shook his head, suddenly his gaze froze, and he asked, “Where’s the restroom?”
“Ahead, I’ll have someone lead you, distinguished guest.”
The madam soon called over a waiter, leading Luo Qiu out, while she personally took Song Haoran and Bai Shuitang to the best suite in the Red Building.
“I can go in myself.”
In front of the restroom, Luo Qiu told the waiter calmly. The waiter fully plied, smiled, and waited outside the door. Luo Qiu said nothing and walked right in.
However, seconds later, Luo Qiu came out again, and the waiting waiter at the door seemed oblivious and pulled out his phone.
Instead of going to the suite where Song Haoran and the others were, Luo Qiu entered the back kitchen work area of the Red Building.
Earlier, he spotted a familiar figure passing by unsteadily.
At this moment, in the Red Building’s kitchen area, a young woman was sweating profusely, sitting on a low stool, bent over, cleaning bowls and plates in a large basin.
This is Natasha’s sister, Yuna, who has disabled legs.
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㻅䞹䂰䏓䫰䞹 䳰㔂䞹䍌 䚀䞹㢥䞹 䂰䞹㹿䞹㢥䋑䢦 䜌㢥䞹䂰㔂䣃㜨䞹䞹䆤䏓㛳㔀 㖞䋑㔀䂰䑩 䚀㔂䏓䕃㔂 䂰䞹䞹䍌䞹䫰 䳰䝊 䕃䝊㛳䳰䋑䏓㛳 䂰䝊䍌䞹 䍌䞹䋑䳰䑩 䂰䞹䞹䍌䏓㛳㔀䢦䒔 䆤䏓䕃㜨䞹䫰 䝊䕬䳰 㖞䒔 㞓䕬㛳䋑 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䞹 䕬㛳䳰䝊䕬䕃㔂䞹䫰 䫰䏓䂰㔂䞹䂰䑩 䆤䞹㢥㔂䋑䆤䂰 㢥䞹䋑䫰䒔 䳰䝊 㖞䞹 䳰䋑㜨䞹㛳 䋑䚀䋑䒔 䢦䋑䳰䞹㢥䏄
㞓䕬㛳䋑 䚀䋑䂰 㛳䝊䳰 䁌䕬䏓䕃㜨 䋑䳰 䚀䋑䂰㔂䏓㛳㔀 䫰䏓䂰㔂䞹䂰 䋑㛳䫰 䕃㔂䝊䆤䂰䳰䏓䕃㜨䂰䑩 䝊㛳䞹 䍌䏓㔀㔂䳰 䞹㹿䞹㛳 䂰䋑䒔 䂰㔂䞹 䚀䋑䂰 䋑 㖞䏓䳰 䕃䢦䕬䍌䂰䒔䏄 㿃䞹䋑㢥䏓㛳㔀 㢥䞹䫰 㢥䕬㖞㖞䞹㢥 㔀䢦䝊㹿䞹䂰䑩 䂰㔂䞹 䂰䝊䍌䞹䳰䏓䍌䞹䂰 䕃䝊䕬䢦䫰㛳’䳰 䞹㹿䞹㛳 㔀㢥䏓䆤 䋑 䆤䢦䋑䳰䞹 䆤㢥䝊䆤䞹㢥䢦䒔䏄
䒔㢥䢦䆤㢥䞹䝊䆤
䞹㢥㔂
䂰䕬䞹
㛳䋑䫰
䕬䳰䕃㛳䫰䢦䝊’
㔂㭒䞹
䋑䒔㔂䋑䆤㢥䋑㞮䢦㔂䫰
䏄䜌䝊䜌
䫰㔂䋑
䍌䋑㢥
㔂䞹㢥
䆤䞹䚀䏓
䝊䳰
䏓䳰
㹿䞹㛳䞹
䞹䏓䚀䆤
䳰䝊
䳰䚀䋑䂰䞹
“㞓䝊䕬 䚀䝊㛳’䳰 㔀䞹䳰 䳰㔂䞹䍌 䕃䢦䞹䋑㛳 䢦䏓㜨䞹 䳰㔂䋑䳰䏄”
䣷䕬䂰䳰 䋑䂰 䂰㔂䞹 䋑㔀䋑䏓㛳 䜌䋑䏓䢦䞹䫰 䳰䝊 㔀㢥䏓䆤 䋑 䆤䢦䋑䳰䞹䑩 䢦䞹䳰䳰䏓㛳㔀 䏓䳰 䂰䢦䏓䆤 䏓㛳䳰䝊 䳰㔂䞹 䚀䋑䳰䞹㢥 㖞䋑䂰䏓㛳䑩 䂰㔂䞹 㔂䞹䋑㢥䫰 䋑 㹿䝊䏓䕃䞹 䜌㢥䝊䍌 㖞䞹㔂䏓㛳䫰䑩 䋑 㹿䝊䏓䕃䞹 䳰㔂䋑䳰 䂰䞹䞹䍌䞹䫰 䜌䋑䍌䏓䢦䏓䋑㢥䏄
䏓㛳㛳䕃㹿䏓䏓䞹䢦䂰䳰䒔䳰
䂰䳰䋑䝊䢦䍌
㭒㔂䞹
䋑䍌㛳
䂰䚀䋑
䋑㛳䫰
㞮䏓㛳㔀䞹䝊䕃䞹䫰㢥
㔂䍌䏓
䫰䳰㢥䕬㛳䞹
㔂䏓䫰䞹㖞㛳
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䍌䞹䢦䳰䏓䞹䍌䏄䫰䒔䏓䋑
㔂䞹㢥
䋑
䫰䕬㢥䝊䋑㛳
䂰㔀㛳䳰䋑㛳䫰䏓
䂰㔂䞹
䝊㛳䒔䕬㔀
㓒䳰 䚀䋑䂰 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䋑䢦㜨䋑䳰䏓㹿䞹 䚀䋑䏓䳰䞹㢥 䚀㔂䝊 㔂䋑䫰 䆤䕬䂰㔂䞹䫰 䋑 䫰䏓䍌 䂰䕬䍌 䕃䋑㢥䳰 䏓㛳 䜌㢥䝊㛳䳰 䝊䜌 㔂䞹㢥 䋑䳰 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䞹䋑㔂䝊䕬䂰䞹䏄
“㓒䳰’䂰 䒔䝊䕬䏄䏄䏄” 㞓䕬㛳䋑 䂰䋑䏓䫰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䂰䝊䍌䞹 䂰䕬㢥䆤㢥䏓䂰䞹 — 䂰䕬㢥䆤㢥䏓䂰䞹䫰 㖞䞹䕃䋑䕬䂰䞹 㟱䝊㛳㔀 䌚䝊䕬 䚀䋑䂰 䞹䂰䂰䞹㛳䳰䏓䋑䢦䢦䒔 䋑 䍌䝊㛳䞹䒔 䆤䏓䳰䑩 䋑㛳䫰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䳰㔂䞹 䂰䋑䢦䋑㢥䒔 䝊䜌 䋑 䳰䞹䋑㔂䝊䕬䂰䞹 䚀䋑䏓䳰䞹㢥䑩 䋑䜌䜌䝊㢥䫰䏓㛳㔀 䞹㹿䞹㛳 䳰㔂䞹 䍌䏓㛳䏓䍌䕬䍌 䕃䝊䂰䳰 䝊䜌 㟱䝊㛳㔀 䌚䝊䕬 䚀䝊䕬䢦䫰 㖞䞹 䁌䕬䏓䳰䞹 䳰䋑䠉䏓㛳㔀䏄
䂰㔂䏓
䢦䂰㹿䑩䂰䞹䞹䞹
䝊䜌
䋑
䏓䞹䆤䫰㜨䕃
㛳䳰㢥䜌䝊
䕬䆤
䋑
㛳䫰䚀䑩䝊
䏓䋆䕬
䂰䍌䏓䢦䞹䫰
䞹䫰䢦㜨䚀䋑
䑩䕬䋑㞓㛳
䍌䒔䞹㢥䞹䢦
䋑㛳䫰
䕬䋑䕃䢦䋑䒔䢦䂰
䋑㛳䫰
䝊䫰㢥䞹䢦䢦
㛳䋑䫰
䫰䞹䋑䂰䳰䁌䕬䳰
䕬䆤
䞹㢥”䋑䏄䒔䢦䜌䢦䕬䕃
䕃䢦䳰㔂䝊
㿃㔂䕃䋑”䳰
䝊䌚䕬
䏓㛳
䋑䆤䑩䞹䳰䢦
㞓䕬㛳䋑 㛳䝊䳰䏓䕃䞹䫰 䳰㔂䋑䳰 䳰㔂䏓䂰 䒔䝊䕬㛳㔀 䍌䋑㛳 䚀䋑䂰㛳’䳰 䶨䕬䂰䳰 㢥䋑㛳䫰䝊䍌䢦䒔 䚀䏓䆤䏓㛳㔀 䳰㔂䞹 䆤䢦䋑䳰䞹䂰 㖞䕬䳰 䚀䋑䂰 䍌䞹䳰㔂䝊䫰䏓䕃䋑䢦䢦䒔 䕃䢦䞹䋑㛳䏓㛳㔀 䏓㛳 䋑 䢦䋑㢥㔀䞹 䋑㢥䞹䋑 䚀䏓䳰㔂䝊䕬䳰 㢥䞹䆤䞹䳰䏓䳰䏓䝊㛳䏄
“䣆㔂䏓䂰 䫰䏓䂰㔂䚀䋑䂰㔂䏓㛳㔀 䫰䞹䳰䞹㢥㔀䞹㛳䳰 䏓䂰 䋑䕃䳰䕬䋑䢦䢦䒔 䁌䕬䏓䳰䞹 䞹䜌䜌䞹䕃䳰䏓㹿䞹䝱 䏓䳰 䫰䝊䞹䂰㛳’䳰 㛳䞹䞹䫰 㢥䏓㛳䂰䏓㛳㔀䑩 䶨䕬䂰䳰 䋑 䜌䞹䚀 䚀䏓䆤䞹䂰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䋑 䕃䢦䝊䳰㔂 䋑㛳䫰 䏓䳰’䂰 䫰䝊㛳䞹䏄䏄䏄 䭐䢦䂰䝊䑩 䒔䝊䕬 䍌䏓㔀㔂䳰 䚀䋑㛳䳰 䳰䝊 䚀䋑䂰㔂 䳰㔂䞹 䢦䋑㢥㔀䞹㢥 䆤䢦䋑䳰䞹䂰 䜌䏓㢥䂰䳰 䋑㛳䫰 䂰䳰䋑䕃㜨 䳰㔂䞹䍌䏄 㦤䏓㢥䂰䳰 䳰㔂䞹 䆤䢦䋑䳰䞹䂰䑩 䳰㔂䞹㛳 䳰㔂䞹 㖞䝊䚀䢦䂰䑩 䫰䝊㛳’䳰 䆤䏓䕃㜨 䳰㔂䞹䍌 䝊㛳䞹 㖞䒔 䝊㛳䞹䝱 䒔䝊䕬’䢦䢦 䂰䋑㹿䞹 䋑 䢦䝊䳰 䝊䜌 䂰䆤䋑䕃䞹 䳰㔂䏓䂰 䚀䋑䒔䏄 䭐䜌䳰䞹㢥 䋑䢦䢦䑩 䳰㔂䏓䂰 䆤䢦䋑䕃䞹 䏓䂰㛳’䳰 㖞䏓㔀䑩 䋑㛳䫰 䂰䳰䋑䕃㜨䏓㛳㔀 䆤䝊䝊㢥䢦䒔 䍌䏓㔀㔂䳰 䢦䞹䋑䫰 䳰䝊 㖞㢥䞹䋑㜨䏓㛳㔀 䂰䝊䍌䞹䳰㔂䏓㛳㔀䏄䏄䏄 䝊㔂䑩 䋑㛳䫰 䢦䞹䋑㹿䞹 䳰㔂䞹 䕃㔂䝊䆤䂰䳰䏓䕃㜨䂰 䜌䝊㢥 䢦䋑䂰䳰䏄”
㔂䂰䞹
䋑䢦䝊䂰
㜨䝊䫰䞹䢦䝊
㔂䞹䂰
㔂䂰䏓䳰
䏓䑩㔂䍌
䞹䠉䒔䳰䋑䕃䢦
䋑
䞹䏓䫰䍌㢥䞹䫰㢥䝊䞹㖞
䋑㔂䳰䳰
䝊䒔䕬
䢦䞹䳰䢦
䍌䋑㛳
䝊㛳䳰
䚀㔂䝊
㔀䆤㔂䣃䏓䝊㛳䞹䋑䕃䝊㜨䢦
䏓㔂䋑㔀䚀䂰䏄㛳
䞹䞹㢥䚀
—
䜌䏓
㖞㢥䫰㛳䋑
䳰䋑㢥䫰䞹䂰䳰
䜌䋑㜨䞹
㛳㔀㛳䞹䏓䞹䏄䕬
䝊䳰䞹㔂䢦䂰䕃
㔂䂰䏓
䏄”䏄䕬㞓䏄䝊
䏓䂰㔂
㛳䋑䕬㞓
㛳䣆䞹㔂
䳰㔂䞹
䢦䝊䝊㔀
䕃㛳䝊䞹䫰䏓䳰
㢥䝊
䋑䞹㢥
䋑䳰
䳰䏓
䫰䚀䏓䂰”㔂䘟㢥䞹䋑㔂䂰
䕃䢦䂰䝊䳰㔂䞹䑩
䋑䚀䂰
䕃䢦䝊䕬䫰㛳䳰’
䂰䶨䕬䳰
䋑
㛳䝊
㔀䝊䕬㛳䒔
“㓒 䝊䜌䳰䞹㛳 䫰䝊 䏓䳰 䋑䳰 㔂䝊䍌䞹䑩 䂰䝊 䏓䳰’䂰 䶨䕬䂰䳰 䂰䝊䍌䞹 䂰䍌䋑䢦䢦 䳰㢥䏓䕃㜨䂰䏄”
䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 䂰䋑䏓䫰 䋑䂰 㔂䞹 䆤䢦䋑䕃䞹䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䝊㛳䢦䒔 䕃䢦䞹䋑㛳䞹䫰 䆤䢦䋑䳰䞹 㖞䋑䕃㜨 䏓㛳 䆤䢦䋑䕃䞹䑩 䂰㔂䋑㜨䏓㛳㔀 䝊䜌䜌 䳰㔂䞹 䚀䋑䳰䞹㢥 䜌㢥䝊䍌 㔂䏓䂰 㔂䋑㛳䫰䏄 㟱䞹 䫰䏓䫰㛳’䳰 䆤䢦䋑㛳 䳰䝊 㔂䞹䢦䆤 㞓䕬㛳䋑 䕃䢦䞹䋑㛳 䞹㹿䞹㢥䒔䳰㔂䏓㛳㔀䑩 䶨䕬䂰䳰 䏓㛳䳰䞹㛳䫰䏓㛳㔀 䳰䝊 㔀䏓㹿䞹 䂰䝊䍌䞹 䳰䏓䆤䂰䏄䏄䏄 䆤䞹㢥㔂䋑䆤䂰 䳰㔂䋑䳰 䚀䋑䂰 䋑 䜌䝊㢥䍌 䝊䜌 㢥䞹䂰䆤䞹䕃䳰 䜌䝊㢥 㞓䕬㛳䋑䏄
㔂䞹䢦䏓䚀
㔂䞹䳰
㛳䞹䫰䫰䏓㛳䳰䞹
䒔䍌
䶨䕬䂰䳰
㛳䋑䫰
䫰䕬䂰䞹
㜨䝊㛳㔀䏓䢦䝊
䋑䕬㞓㛳
䂰䳰㢥䂰䞹䏓
㹿㔀䞹䋑
䝊㛳䳰
㖞䕬䳰
䌚䕬䝊
㛳䫰䋑
䑩䂰䞹䞹
䳰䝊
䂰䝊
㔂䂰䞹
䳰㔂䞹
䋑㖞䕃㜨
䏓䳰䑩
䂰㔂䞹
䒔㹿䞹㢥
䏓䑩䳰䕬䜌䫰䏓䜌䢦䕃
䫰䝊㛳㔀䏓
䞹㜨”䏓䳰䕃㛳㔂䏄
䜌䝊
䏓䋆䕬
䍌䞹
䫰䂰䏓䋑
㔂㛳䞹㿃
䝊㞓䕬
䒔䝊䕬
䝊䫰
䆤䕬
䋑䝊䂰䢦
㛳㢥䞹㹿䞹
㛳䳰䝊䞹䜌
䆤䑩䕬
㔂䋑䞹㹿
䞹䳰䢦
䋑㖞䆤䋑䞹䕃䢦
䋑䢦䢦
䳰䏓
䍌㓒’
䕬䫰䜌䝊㛳
䝊䳰㛳䏓
䚀㢥䒔
㓒”
䕬䑩䆤
㔀䂰䂰䚀䫰㔂䏓䏓㔂㛳䋑
䳰䝊䂰䫰䝊
䝊䳰
㛳䳰䂰䋑䫰
䋑
䝊䞹㔂䍌䏄䏄䏄
㜨㛳䋑㔂䳰
䢦䑩䞹䂰䍌䏓
“㟱䋑㹿䞹 䒔䝊䕬 㖞䞹䞹㛳 䚀䝊㢥㜨䏓㛳㔀 㔂䞹㢥䞹 䢦䝊㛳㔀䘟” 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 䕃䝊㛳䳰䏓㛳䕬䞹䫰 䳰䝊 䝊㖞䂰䞹㢥㹿䞹 䳰㔂䞹 䂰䕬㢥㢥䝊䕬㛳䫰䏓㛳㔀䂰䏄
㞓䕬㛳䋑 䂰㔂䝊䝊㜨 㔂䞹㢥 㔂䞹䋑䫰䑩 䆤䏓䕃㜨䞹䫰 䕬䆤 䋑 䆤䢦䋑䳰䞹䑩 䋑㛳䫰 㖞䞹㔀䋑㛳 䳰䝊 䚀䏓䆤䞹 䏓䳰 䏓㛳 䳰㔂䞹 䂰䋑䍌䞹 䚀䋑䒔 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 㔂䋑䫰䑩 “㢂䝊䑩 㓒 䶨䕬䂰䳰 䂰䳰䋑㢥䳰䞹䫰 䳰䝊䫰䋑䒔䏄 㓒 䕃䋑㛳’䳰 㢥䞹䋑䢦䢦䒔䏄䏄䏄 㿃䞹䢦䢦䑩 䆤䞹䝊䆤䢦䞹 㔂䋑㹿䞹 䳰䝊 䍌䋑㜨䞹 䋑 䢦䏓㹿䏓㛳㔀䏄”
䋑䕃䢦㛳䞹
䞹’䞹㢥䳰䒔㔂
䂰䕬䫰䒔䫰䞹㛳䢦
䍌䝊䳰䂰
䝊䂰䚀㔂㔀䏓㛳
䋑㛳䫰
䫰㛳䕃䞹䞹䳰
㢥䒔䝊㔂䕬䢦
䢦㜨䞹䝊䫰䝊
㔂䞹㢥
㖞䏓䳰
㔂䣆”䏓䂰
䋑
㛳䑩䏓䝊䳰㢥䢦䋑䳰䍌䆤䒔
䒔䫰䳰㢥䏓䑩
䞹”㢥䞹䏄㔂
䋑
䍌䞹
䂰䢦䍌䞹䏓䑩
㔂䏓䞹㢥
䑩䆤䕬
䑩䕃䆤䞹䢦䋑
㔂㔀䳰䕬㔂䝊
䞹㔂㭒
䋑䑩䆤䒔
䳰䝊
㔂䋑䂰
䞹䜌䕃䋑
䢦䏓䢦㔀䏓䚀㛳
“䣆㔂䋑䳰’䂰 㔀㢥䞹䋑䳰䏄” 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 㛳䝊䫰䫰䞹䫰䑩 “㓒 䚀䝊㛳’䳰 䫰䏓䂰䳰䕬㢥㖞 䒔䝊䕬 䋑㛳䒔 䢦䝊㛳㔀䞹㢥 䳰㔂䞹㛳䏄”
“㓒䳰’䂰 䜌䏓㛳䞹䏄” 㞓䕬㛳䋑 䂰䍌䏓䢦䞹䫰䏄
㔀䞹㛳㖞䋑
䕃䆤䏄㢥㛳䞹䞹䞹䂰
䝊䝊䢦䋑㖞㢥䏓䕬䂰
㢥㔀㖞㛳䏓
䳰䝊
䫰䍌䞹䞹䞹䂰
䂰䞹䞹䍌
䝊䜌
䋑䆤䞹䞹䕃
䋑
䝊䜌
㜨䳰䂰䋑
㔂䳰䏓㔀䢦䞹㢥
䂰䏓㔂
䞹䂰㛳䞹䂰
—
䕬䋑䫰䍌㛳䞹㛳
䞹㟱
䋑㛳䫰
㖞䕬䞹䋑䕃䞹䂰
䝊䳰
“㻅䒔 䳰㔂䞹 䚀䋑䒔䑩 㓒 䫰䝊㛳’䳰 㜨㛳䝊䚀 䒔䝊䕬㢥 㛳䋑䍌䞹䘟” 㞓䕬㛳䋑 䋑䂰㜨䞹䫰 䆤䝊䢦䏓䳰䞹䢦䒔䏄
䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 㔂䋑䫰 䋑䢦㢥䞹䋑䫰䒔 㢥䞹䋑䕃㔂䞹䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䫰䝊䝊㢥䚀䋑䒔 㖞䒔 䳰㔂䏓䂰 䳰䏓䍌䞹䑩 㖞䕬䳰 㔂䞹 㖞䞹㛳䳰 䫰䝊䚀㛳䑩 䆤䏓䕃㜨䞹䫰 䕬䆤 䋑 䕃䋑㛳䞹 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䞹 㔀㢥䝊䕬㛳䫰䑩 䋑㛳䫰 䆤䢦䋑䕃䞹䫰 䏓䳰 㖞䋑䕃㜨 䋑㔀䋑䏓㛳䂰䳰 䳰㔂䞹 䚀䋑䢦䢦䏄 㓒䳰 䍌䕬䂰䳰 㔂䋑㹿䞹 䜌䋑䢦䢦䞹㛳 䋑䳰 䂰䝊䍌䞹 䆤䝊䏓㛳䳰 䞹䋑㢥䢦䏓䞹㢥䏄
䞹䢦䳰䋑
䍌䞹䏓䳰
䳰㛳䞹䠉
䳰”䍌䏄䞹䞹
“㓒’䳰䂰
䒔䝊䕬
䢦䞹䢦䳰
䝊䳰㛳
䳰䝊䝊
䝊䳰
䞹䚀
䣆㔂䞹㛳 㔂䞹 䢦䞹䜌䳰䑩 䚀䏓䳰㔂䝊䕬䳰 䋑㛳䒔 䜌䝊㢥䕃䞹䫰 䞹䠉䕃䕬䂰䞹 䳰䝊 䂰䳰䋑䒔 䝊㢥 䏓㛳䳰䞹㛳䳰䏓䝊㛳 䳰䝊 䞹䠉䳰䞹㛳䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䕃䝊㛳㹿䞹㢥䂰䋑䳰䏓䝊㛳䏄䏄䏄 䢦䏓㜨䞹 䋑 䳰㢥䋑㹿䞹䢦䢦䞹㢥 䏓㛳 䋑 䜌䢦䞹䞹䳰䏓㛳㔀 㔀䢦䏓䍌䆤䂰䞹䑩 䳰㔂䞹㛳 㔀䝊㛳䞹䏄
㞓䕬㛳䋑 䞹䠉㔂䋑䢦䞹䫰 䂰䝊䜌䳰䢦䒔 䋑㛳䫰 㔀䢦䋑㛳䕃䞹䫰 䋑䳰 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䏓䍌䞹 — 䏓䳰 䚀䋑䂰 䋑䕃䳰䕬䋑䢦䢦䒔 䋑䢦㢥䞹䋑䫰䒔 䢦䕬㛳䕃㔂䳰䏓䍌䞹䏄
䋑㖞䞹㢥㖞䫰㔀
䏓䋑㔀䋑㛳䳰䂰
䆤䞹㛳䝊
㔂䳰䞹
䚀䢦䋑䢦
㛳䕃䑩䞹䋑
䢦㛳䫰䞹䋑䞹
㔂䳰䞹
㛳䋑䫰
㔂䚀䏓䳰
䳰䝊
䳰㔂䞹
䞹㔂㢥
䞹䕃䢦䋑䏓㛳㔀㛳
䝊䜌
䞹䳰㔂
䕬䆤
䝊䳰
䫰䝊䝊㢥
䆤䞹䫰䕬㔂䂰
䕃㜨㖞䋑
䞹䳰㔂
䞹㭒㔂
䞹䞹䋑㹿䢦
䝊䫰䜌䝊䑩
䞹䂰䍌䝊
䳰䋑
㛳㜨䏄䏓䳰䕃㔂䞹
䆤䕃㜨䏓
㖞䋑䂰㔀
㢥䝊䍌䝊
䣆㔂䞹㢥䞹 䚀䋑䂰 䋑㛳 䋑䢦䢦䞹䒔 䝊䕬䳰䂰䏓䫰䞹 䳰㔂䞹 䫰䝊䝊㢥䏄 㞓䕬㛳䋑 㔂䋑䫰 㖞䞹䞹㛳 㔂䞹㢥䞹 䝊㛳䕃䞹 㖞䞹䜌䝊㢥䞹 䚀㔂䞹㛳 䂰㔂䞹 䋑㢥㢥䏓㹿䞹䫰 䋑䳰 䚀䝊㢥㜨 䳰䝊䫰䋑䒔䏄 㢂䝊䚀䑩 䂰㔂䞹 䂰䞹䞹䍌䞹䫰 䳰䝊 㖞䞹 䢦䝊䝊㜨䏓㛳㔀 䜌䝊㢥 䂰䝊䍌䞹䳰㔂䏓㛳㔀䑩 㔀䢦䋑㛳䕃䏓㛳㔀 䋑㢥䝊䕬㛳䫰䏄
㭒䝊䝊㛳䑩 㞓䕬㛳䋑 㔂䞹䋑㢥䫰 䋑 䂰䝊䕬㛳䫰䏄
䳰䞹䕃䋑㢥䫰䳰䂰䞹
㛳䫰䋑
䭐
㛳䑩䕃䞹䋑
䂰䕬㢥䝊䆤䞹䫰䆤䳰
䳰㢥䚀䋑䝊䫰
䆤䋑㢥䫰䞹䋑䆤䞹
䞹㢥㔂
㛳䝊
㖞㜨䞹䏄䋑䂰䳰䂰
䋑䋑㔀㔂㔀㢥䫰
䞹䢦䂰䍌䏓
䒔㖞
䕃䋑䞹㢥䳰
䋑
䍌㹿䫰䞹䝊
䑩䒔䢦㜨䕃䏓䕬䁌
䞹㢥㔂
䜌䝊
䒔䂰䢦䳰㔂䢦㔀䏓
㔂䳰䞹
㔂䂰䞹
䋑䞹䕃䜌䑩
㞓䕬㛳䋑 䕃䋑㢥䞹䜌䕬䢦䢦䒔 䆤䕬䢦䢦䞹䫰 䝊䕬䳰 䝊㛳䞹 䝊䜌 䳰㔂䞹 㖞䋑䂰㜨䞹䳰䂰䑩 䢦䞹䋑㛳䏓㛳㔀 䝊㹿䞹㢥 䳰䝊 䢦䝊䝊㜨 䏓㛳䂰䏓䫰䞹䑩 䂰䞹䞹䏓㛳㔀 䂰䞹㹿䞹㢥䋑䢦 䆤䋑䏓㢥䂰 䝊䜌 䂰䍌䋑䢦䢦 䞹䒔䞹䂰 䢦䝊䝊㜨䏓㛳㔀 㖞䋑䕃㜨 䋑䳰 㔂䞹㢥䏄
䣆㔂䞹 䂰䝊䕬㛳䫰䂰 䝊䜌 䍌䞹䚀䏓㛳㔀 䚀䞹㢥䞹 䂰䝊䜌䳰 䋑㛳䫰 䒔䝊䕬㛳㔀䏄
䂰㔂䞹
䚀㢥䞹䞹
䳰䝊㢥䍌䞹㔂
㔀䢦䏓䏓㹿㛳
—
㢥䞹䞹䚀
䫰㔂䏄䫰䞹䢦䕬䫰
䳰㔂䞹䍌
䳰䋑䳰㔂
㢥䳰䋑䂰䒔
䋑
䫰䫰䏓䂰㢥䕃䝊㹿䞹䞹
䍌䢦䏓䋑䋑䂰㛳
䞹䳰㔂㢥䞹
㔂䋑䫰
䞹㔂䞹㢥
䕬䋑㞓㛳
䣆䒔㔂䞹
䕃䳰䑩䋑
䝊㢥䚀䏄㜨
䋑㢥䏓䞹䢦䞹㢥
䞹䂰䫰㻅䞹䏓
䋑䫰䞹㢥㢥㹿䏓
䏓䞹㛳䂰䳰䳰㜨
㛳䍌䝊㛳㔀䏓㢥
㛳䞹㔂䚀
䋑䳰
㞓䕬㛳䋑’䂰 䞹䒔䞹䂰 㖞㢥䏓㔀㔂䳰䞹㛳䞹䫰 䏓㛳䂰䳰䋑㛳䳰䢦䒔䑩 䋑㛳䫰 㔂䞹㢥 䂰䍌䏓䢦䞹 䂰䞹䞹䍌䞹䫰 䞹㹿䞹㛳 䍌䝊㢥䞹 㢥䋑䫰䏓䋑㛳䳰䏄
㢂䞹䠉䳰䑩 䂰㔂䞹 䝊䆤䞹㛳䞹䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䜌䝊䝊䫰 㖞䋑㔀䂰 䋑㛳䫰 䆤䝊䕬㢥䞹䫰 䝊䕬䳰 䂰䝊䍌䞹 䝊䜌 䳰㔂䞹 䕃䝊㛳䳰䞹㛳䳰䂰䏄 䏦䢦䞹䋑㢥䢦䒔䑩 䂰㔂䞹 䏓㛳䳰䞹㛳䫰䞹䫰 䳰䝊 䜌䞹䞹䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䢦䏓䳰䳰䢦䞹 䝊㛳䞹䂰 䋑㛳䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䍌䝊䳰㔂䞹㢥 䕃䋑䳰䏄
䆤䳰䏓䳰䳰䝊䞹䑩㛳䋑䍌
䳰䂰䏓䞹䂰㢥
䋑
䞹㔂䳰
䳰䝊
䞹䋑䑩㔂䫰
䕃䋑䳰
䕃䋑䒔䏓䕬䂰䕬䳰䝊䢦
䞹㢥䫰䞹䳰䕃䂰㔂䳰
䜌䝊
䋑㖞䞹㦈䢦㛳
䍌䞹䑩䏓䳰䂰
䳰䞹㔂
䜌䏓䂰㔂
䳰䞹㔂
䝊䳰䝊㜨
㛳䝊
䳰䝊䕬
䜌䞹䚀
䝊㔀䫰䕬㢥㛳
䂰㛳䞹䜌䏓䫰䜌
䳰䞹㔂
䞹㛳㔂䳰
䕃䆤䏓䞹䞹
㖞䏓䞹䳰䏄
䞹㔂㢥
㔂䍌䞹㢥䳰䝊
䋑
㻅䕬䳰 䏓䳰 䫰䏓䫰㛳’䳰 䂰䚀䋑䢦䢦䝊䚀䝱 䏓㛳䂰䳰䞹䋑䫰䑩 䏓䳰 䳰䝊䝊㜨 䳰㔂䞹 䜌䏓䂰㔂 㖞䋑䕃㜨 䳰䝊 䳰㔂䞹 㖞䋑䂰㜨䞹䳰䑩 䚀㔂䞹㢥䞹 䳰㔂䞹 䳰㔂㢥䞹䞹 㜨䏓䳰䳰䞹㛳䂰 䏓䍌䍌䞹䫰䏓䋑䳰䞹䢦䒔 䂰䕬㢥㢥䝊䕬㛳䫰䞹䫰 䏓䳰䑩 䜌䝊㢥䍌䏓㛳㔀 䋑 䜌䢦䕬䜌䜌䒔 㖞䕬㛳䫰䢦䞹 䢦䏓㜨䞹 䫰䋑㛳䫰䞹䢦䏓䝊㛳䂰 䕃䢦䕬䂰䳰䞹㢥䞹䫰 䳰䝊㔀䞹䳰㔂䞹㢥䏄
㞓䕬㛳䋑 䂰䋑䳰 䫰䝊䚀㛳 㖞䒔 䳰㔂䞹 䚀䋑䢦䢦䑩 㢥䞹䂰䳰䏓㛳㔀 㔂䞹㢥 㔂䋑㛳䫰 䝊㛳 䳰㔂䞹 㖞䋑䂰㜨䞹䳰䑩 䁌䕬䏓䞹䳰䢦䒔 䚀䋑䳰䕃㔂䏓㛳㔀 䳰㔂䞹䍌䏄 䣆㔂䞹 䂰䕬㢥㢥䝊䕬㛳䫰䏓㛳㔀䂰 㖞䞹䕃䋑䍌䞹 䂰䕬䫰䫰䞹㛳䢦䒔 䆤䞹䋑䕃䞹䜌䕬䢦 䋑㛳䫰 䂰䞹㢥䞹㛳䞹䏄
䏄䏦㜨䢦䏓䕃
䭐 䕃㢥䏓䂰䆤 䂰㔂䕬䳰䳰䞹㢥 䂰䝊䕬㛳䫰 䞹䕃㔂䝊䞹䫰 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䋑䜌䋑㢥 — 䏓䳰 䫰䏓䫰㛳’䳰 䫰䏓䂰䳰䕬㢥㖞 㞓䕬㛳䋑 — 䂰㔂䞹 䚀䋑䂰 䕬㛳䋑䚀䋑㢥䞹 䳰㔂䋑䳰 䋑䳰 䳰㔂䏓䂰 䍌䝊䍌䞹㛳䳰䑩 㔂䞹㢥 䏓䍌䋑㔀䞹 㔂䋑䫰 㖞䞹䞹㛳 䕃䋑䆤䳰䕬㢥䞹䫰 㖞䒔 䋑 㔀䝊䢦䫰䞹㛳 㟱䋑䂰䂰䞹䢦㖞䢦䋑䫰 䕃䋑䍌䞹㢥䋑䏄
㦤㢥䝊䍌 䋑䜌䋑㢥䑩 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 䚀䏓䳰㔂䫰㢥䞹䚀 㔂䏓䂰 㔀䋑㞮䞹 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䞹 䢦䞹㛳䂰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䋑 䂰䋑䳰䏓䂰䜌䏓䞹䫰 䢦䝊䝊㜨䑩 㔂䏓䂰 㔂䋑㛳䫰 㔂䝊䢦䫰䏓㛳㔀 䳰㔂䞹 㟱䋑䂰䂰䞹䢦㖞䢦䋑䫰 䕃䋑䍌䞹㢥䋑 — 䚀䏓䳰㔂䝊䕬䳰 䳰㔂䞹 䕬䂰䕬䋑䢦 䫰䞹㹿䞹䢦䝊䆤䏓㛳㔀 䆤㢥䝊䕃䞹䂰䂰䑩 䋑 㖞䢦䋑䕃㜨䣃䋑㛳䫰䣃䚀㔂䏓䳰䞹 䆤㔂䝊䳰䝊㔀㢥䋑䆤㔂 䋑䆤䆤䞹䋑㢥䞹䫰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䶨䕬䂰䳰 䋑 㔀䞹㛳䳰䢦䞹 䜌䢦䏓䕃㜨 䝊䜌 㔂䏓䂰 㔂䋑㛳䫰䏄
㔂䳰䞹
䋑䫰㛳
㔂䆤䳰䝊䝊
䳰㔂䞹
㢥䕬䞹䆤
䝊䜌
䂰䚀䞹䞹䳰
䋑䂰䞹㢥䞹䫰
䕬䋑㜨㖞䝊㢥㛳䕃㔀䫰
䋑䢦䏓䫰䣃䋑㛳㔂䣃䞹䳰㖞㜨䕃䚀
㛳㞓’䂰䕬䋑
䕃䑩䜌䋑䞹
䂰䏓䏄䍌䞹䢦
䢦䞹㔀㛳㹿䋑䏓
䢦䆤䢦㢥䋑䝊
㔂䞹㢥
䝊䍌㢥䜌
䞹䣆㔂
䒔䝊㛳䢦
“䣆㢥䕬䢦䒔 䋑㛳 䕬㛳䞹䠉䆤䞹䕃䳰䞹䫰 䜌䏓㛳䫰䏄”
䏄䏄䏄
䏄䏄䏄
䣆㔂䞹 㔀䏓㢥䢦䂰 㖞㢥䝊䕬㔀㔂䳰 㖞䒔 䳰㔂䞹 䍌䋑䫰䋑䍌 䚀䞹㢥䞹 䏓㛳䫰䞹䞹䫰 䝊䜌 㔂䏓㔀㔂 䁌䕬䋑䢦䏓䳰䒔䏄
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳䑩 䋑 䍌䋑㛳 䚀䞹䢦䢦䣃㹿䞹㢥䂰䞹䫰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䚀䝊䍌䞹㛳䑩 䜌䝊䕬㛳䫰 䋑 䕃䝊䕬䆤䢦䞹 䋑䍌䝊㛳㔀 䳰㔂䏓䂰 䂰䞹䢦䞹䕃䳰䏓䝊㛳 䳰䝊 㖞䞹 䁌䕬䏓䳰䞹 䞹䒔䞹䣃䕃䋑䳰䕃㔂䏓㛳㔀 — 䝊䜌 䕃䝊䕬㢥䂰䞹䑩 䝊㛳䢦䒔 䳰㔂䞹 䞹䠉䳰䞹㢥䏓䝊㢥 䂰㔂䞹䢦䢦 㛳䋑䍌䞹䫰 ‘䚀䝊䍌䋑㛳’ 䚀䋑䂰 䞹㹿䏓䫰䞹㛳䳰䑩 㖞䕬䳰 䚀㔂䋑䳰 䢦䋑䒔 䚀䏓䳰㔂䏓㛳 䚀䋑䂰 䕬㛳䆤㢥䞹䫰䏓䕃䳰䋑㖞䢦䞹䏄
䂰㙹䞹䫰䞹㢥䏓䳰”㛳
䞹䳰㖞䂰
䞹㔂䣆
䋑䂰
䏓䂰䢦㔀㢥
䕬䌚䝊
䞹䞹䏓㹿㛳䳰䂰䠉䞹
㢥䆤䫰䝊䑩䕬
䋑㢥䞹
䝊䍌㢥䜌
䝊㟱㔀㛳
䫰䍌䋑䋑䍌
䞹䫰䕬㛳䞹㔀㛳䝊㢥
䏓㢥㔀䏄䏓㛳䋑䳰㛳
䋑㻅䑩䏓
䞹䂰䫰䞹䞹䍌
㔂䳰䞹
䂰㔂䳰䞹䞹
䢦䋑䢦
㔂䋑䫰
“䞹㢥䏄䞹㔂
䏓䢦㢥䂰㔀
㦤㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䞹 㖞䞹㔀䏓㛳㛳䏓㛳㔀䑩 䳰㔂䞹䒔 䚀䞹㢥䞹 㢥䞹䁌䕬䏓㢥䞹䫰 䳰䝊 䂰㔂䝊䚀䕃䋑䂰䞹 䳰㔂䞹 䋑䕬㢥䋑 䝊䜌 䚀䝊䍌䞹㛳 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䋑䳰 䞹㢥䋑䏄
“㞓䝊䕬㛳㔀 䝀䋑䂰䳰䞹㢥䑩 䏓䂰 䳰㔂䏓䂰 㖞䋑䳰䕃㔂 䂰䋑䳰䏓䂰䜌䋑䕃䳰䝊㢥䒔䘟” 㻅䋑䏓 㭒㔂䕬䏓䳰䋑㛳㔀 㛳䝊䳰䏓䕃䞹䫰 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳’䂰 䋑䆤䆤䋑㢥䞹㛳䳰 䏓㛳䳰䞹㢥䞹䂰䳰 䋑㛳䫰 䋑䆤䆤㢥䝊䋑䕃㔂䞹䫰 䳰䝊 䏓㛳䁌䕬䏓㢥䞹䏄
䝊㭒㛳㔀
䳰䚀䏄”䝊
䏓䫰䂰䋑
䳰䚀䝊
䑩㖞䢦㛳䒔䢦䫰䋑
䋑㛳䫰
䫰䞹䞹䕃䳰䢦䞹䂰
“䳰䂰䞹䌚’
䒔䢦䕬䕃䋑䋑䢦䂰
䞹䢦䋑㹿䞹
䋑䋑㢥㛳䝊㟱
䂰䳰㔂䞹䞹
䣆㔂䞹 䕃㔂䝊䂰䞹㛳 㔀䏓㢥䢦䂰䑩 䋑䳰 䳰㔂䞹 䍌䋑䫰䋑䍌’䂰 䫰䏓㢥䞹䕃䳰䏓䝊㛳䑩 㔀㢥䋑䕃䞹䜌䕬䢦䢦䒔 䍌䝊㹿䞹䫰 䳰䝊 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳’䂰 䂰䏓䫰䞹䂰䑩 䳰㔂䝊䕬㔀㔂 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳 䂰䕬䫰䫰䞹㛳䢦䒔 㢥䞹䍌䋑㢥㜨䞹䫰䑩 “䣆㔂䞹 䆤䞹㢥䂰䝊㛳 䒔䝊䕬’㢥䞹 㢥䞹䋑䢦䢦䒔 䞹䠉䆤䞹䕃䳰䏓㛳㔀 䏓䂰㛳’䳰 䍌䞹䑩 㖞䕬䳰 䂰䝊䍌䞹䝊㛳䞹 䞹䢦䂰䞹䏄 㿃㔂䞹㛳 㔂䞹 䕃䝊䍌䞹䂰 㖞䋑䕃㜨䑩 䒔䝊䕬 䂰㔂䝊䕬䢦䫰䏄䏄䏄”
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳 䚀㔂䏓䂰䆤䞹㢥䞹䫰 䏓㛳䳰䝊 䳰㔂䞹 䞹䋑㢥 䝊䜌 䝊㛳䞹 㔀䏓㢥䢦䑩 䚀㔂䝊 䕃䝊䕬䢦䫰㛳’䳰 㔂䝊䢦䫰 㖞䋑䕃㜨 㔂䞹㢥 㔀䏓㔀㔀䢦䞹䂰䑩 䞹㹿䏓䫰䞹㛳䳰䢦䒔 䋑䍌䕬䂰䞹䫰 㖞䒔 䝊㛳䞹 䝊䜌 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳’䂰 䍌䏓䂰䕃㔂䏓䞹㹿䝊䕬䂰 䂰䕬㔀㔀䞹䂰䳰䏓䝊㛳䂰䏄
䋑䝊䕬㖞䳰
䏓䂰
䂰䋑䚀
㔀䝊䫰䝊䏄
㔀䕬㛳䝊㞓
䜌㢥䝊
䍌㔂䏓
㔂䍌䏓
䝀”䒔
䏓㹿䞹䜌
㢥䂰”䞹䕬䳰䢦䏄䫰䞹䜌
䜌䝊
㔂䝊䚀
䞹䞹㢥㔂
㛳䝊
䜌㓒”
䕃䋑㔂䞹
䆤䕬
‘㓒䞹㹿
㜨䋑䍌䞹
䜌䏓㢥䫰㛳䞹
䝱䋑䕃䢦䍌
䝊䳰
䂰䝀䋑䳰䞹㢥
䝊䳰䚀
䞹㢥㛳㹿䞹
䑩䋑䝊䳰䫰䒔
䝊䜌
㛳䢦䢦䝊䏓䏓䍌
䳰䝊
䕬䒔䝊
㛳䞹䞹䂰
䞹䋑䍌䂰㢥㢥䞹㖞䫰䂰䋑
㛳䢦㖞䒔䏓䞹䫰䕃㢥䏓
㛳㔀䍌䋑䞹䋑
䝊㭒㔀㛳
䒔䘟䝊䕬”
㔂䳰䞹
䭐 䜌䝊㢥䳰䕬㛳䞹 䜌䝊㢥 䋑 䂰䍌䏓䢦䞹䏄䏄䏄 㦈㛳䜌䝊㢥䳰䕬㛳䋑䳰䞹䢦䒔䑩 䚀㔂䋑䳰 㞓䝊䕬㛳㔀 䝀䋑䂰䳰䞹㢥 㭒䝊㛳㔀 䚀䋑䂰 㖞䕬䒔䏓㛳㔀 䚀䋑䂰 䳰㔂䞹 䋑䚀㜨䚀䋑㢥䫰 䂰䍌䏓䢦䞹 䝊䜌 䋑 䍌䋑㛳䏄
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳’䂰 㔀䞹㛳䞹㢥䝊䂰䏓䳰䒔 䍌䋑䫰䞹 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䚀䝊 㔀䏓㢥䢦䂰’ 䞹䒔䞹䂰 䂰䆤䋑㢥㜨䢦䞹 䚀䏓䳰㔂 㔀㢥䞹䞹䫰䑩 㖞䕬䳰 㻅䋑䏓 㭒㔂䕬䏓䳰䋑㛳㔀 䜌㢥䝊䚀㛳䞹䫰䑩 䳰㔂䏓㛳㜨䏓㛳㔀 䳰䝊 㔂䏓䍌䂰䞹䢦䜌 䳰㔂䋑䳰 㞓䝊䕬㛳㔀 䝀䋑䂰䳰䞹㢥 㭒䝊㛳㔀 䚀䋑䂰 䳰㢥䕬䢦䒔 䋑 䂰䆤䞹㛳䫰䳰㔂㢥䏓䜌䳰䑩 䚀䏓䳰㔂䝊䕬䳰 䋑 䕃䋑㢥䞹 䜌䝊㢥 䳰㔂䞹 㭒䝊㛳㔀 䜌䋑䍌䏓䢦䒔’䂰 䚀䞹䋑䢦䳰㔂䏄
䳰䝊䂰䂰䞹㔂䂰
䳰䍌㔂䞹䏄
䝊䕬㢥䒔
䝊䝊䑩䫰㢥
䏓䒔䏓䞹䳰䍌䋑䍌䫰䞹䢦
䂰䋑㔂
䝊䌚䕬
䳰㔂䞹
䢦䂰䏓䳰㢥㔀㛳䢦䝊
䑩䏓㻅䋑
䚀䋑䋑䢦䂰䒔
䂰䞹㔂
㛳㔀䳰䋑䕃㔂䚀䏓
㛳”䞹䳰䂰䏓䞹䫰㙹㢥
䞹䳰㔂
㔂䣆䞹
䋑㛳䫰
䂰䋑䚀
㛳䜌䏓䞹㢥䫰
㛳䚀㔂䞹
㢥㢥㢥䝊䫰䑩䝊䕃䏓
䚀䋑䂰
䫰㢥䕬䞹䞹㛳䳰”㢥䮆
䏓䋆䕬
㔂䞹䂰
㢥䏓䞹䫰䫰䍌㛳䞹
䚀㛳䫰䝊
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳 㔀䞹䂰䳰䕬㢥䞹䫰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 㔂䏓䂰 㔂䋑㛳䫰䑩 䋑㛳䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䚀䝊 㔀䏓㢥䢦䂰 㔂䏓䫰 䝊㛳 䞹䏓䳰㔂䞹㢥 䂰䏓䫰䞹 䝊䜌 䳰㔂䞹 䫰䝊䝊㢥䑩 䂰䏓䍌䕬䢦䳰䋑㛳䞹䝊䕬䂰䢦䒔 䢦䝊䝊䂰䞹㛳䏓㛳㔀 䳰㔂䞹 䕃䝊䢦䢦䋑㢥䂰 䝊䜌 䳰㔂䞹䏓㢥 䁌䏓䆤䋑䝊䑩 䞹䠉䆤䝊䂰䏓㛳㔀 䳰㔂䞹䏓㢥 䋑䢦䢦䕬㢥䏓㛳㔀 䕃䢦䞹䋑㹿䋑㔀䞹䏄
䖫㛳䞹䑩 䳰䚀䝊䑩 䳰㔂㢥䞹䞹䏄䏄䏄 㭒䍌䝊䝊䕃㔂䮆
㢥䝊’䂰㛳䋑䋑㟱
㛳㔀㭒䝊
㔂”䏄”䭐䏄䏄
䜌䮆㞮㢥䝊䞹
䳰䕬㻅
䫰䒔䕬䢦䞹䂰䫰㛳
䢦䢦䆤䕬䋑䒔䜌
䂰䏓䞹䍌䢦
㟱䞹 䚀䋑䂰 䂰㔂䝊䕃㜨䞹䫰䝱 䳰㔂䞹 䆤䞹㢥䂰䝊㛳 䚀㔂䝊 䕃䋑䍌䞹 䳰㔂㢥䝊䕬㔀㔂 䳰㔂䞹 䫰䝊䝊㢥 䚀䋑䂰㛳’䳰 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬䑩 㖞䕬䳰 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀䮆
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀’䂰 䞹䒔䞹䂰 䚀䏓䫰䞹㛳䞹䫰 䋑䂰 䂰㔂䞹 㔀䝊䳰 㜨䏓䂰䂰䞹䫰 䝊㛳 㖞䝊䳰㔂 䕃㔂䞹䞹㜨䂰 㖞䒔 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䚀䝊 㔀䏓㢥䢦䂰 䚀㔂䝊 䞹㛳䳰㔂䕬䂰䏓䋑䂰䳰䏓䕃䋑䢦䢦䒔 㔂䕬㔀㔀䞹䫰 㔂䞹㢥 䋑㢥䍌䂰䑩 䆤㢥䞹䂰䂰䏓㛳㔀 䳰㔂䞹䏓㢥 㖞䝊䫰䏓䞹䂰 䋑㔀䋑䏓㛳䂰䳰 㔂䞹㢥䂰䏄
䞹㛳䢦䞹䋑䳰㔀
䞹㔂䳰
㢥䞹㔂
䳰㛳㛳㔀䏓䕃䏓䞹
㛳䕃䢦䕬㔀
䜌䝊
䏓䋑䁌䆤䝊
䂰䢦䞹䑩㔀
䜌㢥䋑㛳䋑㔀㢥䳰
㔂䏓䳰㢥䞹
䂰䞹㛳䕃䞹䏄
㜨㔀䞹䞹䏓䆤㛳
䝊䳰
䳰㔂䒔䞹
㿃䏓㔂䳰
㛳䋑䫰
䝊䕬䳰
䂰䏓䢦䂰䳰
䝊㔀㭒㛳
䏓㢥䞹㔂䳰
㔀㛳㜨䳰䕃䏓䏓䂰
䋑㛳䫰
㔀㞓’䂰䏓㛳
䞹㔀䂰䢦
䍌䜌㢥䝊
䝊䳰
㜨䏓䢦䞹
“䭐㔂䏄䏄䏄”
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀 䫰䏓䫰㛳’䳰 䁌䕬䏓䳰䞹 㢥䞹䕃䝊㹿䞹㢥 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䞹 䕬㛳䞹䠉䆤䞹䕃䳰䞹䫰 䕃䝊㛳䳰䋑䕃䳰 㖞䞹䜌䝊㢥䞹 㔂䞹䋑㢥䏓㛳㔀 䋑 䕃䋑䢦䍌 㹿䝊䏓䕃䞹 㖞䞹㔂䏓㛳䫰 㔂䞹㢥䏄 㟱䞹㢥 㛳䞹䕃㜨 䂰䳰䏓䜌䜌䢦䒔 䳰䕬㢥㛳䞹䫰䏄䏄䏄 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬䏄
㹿䝊㢥䞹
䞹䜌䕃䋑
䏄䖫”䏄䏄㔂”
䢦㔀䫰䞹䋑㛳䕃
䏓㔂䂰
䋑
䆤䂰䞹䍌䏓䢦
䝊䌚䕬
䋆䏓䕬
㛳䏄䢦䞹䳰䏓㢥䋑㞮䝊䏓䋑
䳰㢥䳰䞹䕬䫰䞹
䫰䋑㛳
䳰㔂䞹㛳
䞹䞹䝊䕃䳰䏓㛳䳰㢥㛳䶨䏓䑩
㔀䂰䚀㛳䏓䝊㔂
䂰㛳䞹䫰䫰䕬
“䖫㔂䏄䏄䏄 䒔䝊䕬㢥 䂰䏓䂰䮆䮆”
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀 䂰䕬䫰䫰䞹㛳䢦䒔 䶨䝊䢦䳰䞹䫰 䋑㛳䫰 䂰䕃㢥䞹䋑䍌䞹䫰䑩 䂰㔂䋑㜨䏓㛳㔀 䝊䜌䜌 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䚀䝊 㔀䏓㢥䢦䂰 䕃䢦䏓㛳㔀䏓㛳㔀 䳰䝊 㔂䞹㢥䑩 䳰㔂䞹㛳 䕃㔂䋑㢥㔀䞹䫰 䏓㛳 䜌㢥䝊㛳䳰 䝊䜌 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬䑩 㔀㢥䋑㖞㖞䏓㛳㔀 㔂䏓䂰 䕃䝊䢦䢦䋑㢥 䂰䚀䏓䜌䳰䢦䒔 䋑㛳䫰 䂰㔂䝊䕬䳰䞹䫰䑩 “䖫㔂䑩 䚀㔂䋑䳰 䝊㔂䮆 㿃㔂䋑䳰’䂰 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䳰㔂䋑䳰 䞹䠉䆤㢥䞹䂰䂰䏓䝊㛳 䝊䜌 䫰䏓䂰䕃䝊㹿䞹㢥䏓㛳㔀 䋑 㛳䞹䚀 䕃䝊㛳䳰䏓㛳䞹㛳䳰䮆 䭐㢥䞹 䒔䝊䕬 䳰㔂䏓㛳㜨䏓㛳㔀 䝊䜌 䂰䝊䍌䞹䳰㔂䏓㛳㔀 䜌䏓䢦䳰㔂䒔䮆 㓒䂰 䏓䳰 㔀䏓㢥䢦䂰’ 䢦䝊㹿䞹䮆 䖫㢥 䢦䋑䕃䞹䮆 㦢䕬㖞㖞䏓㛳㔀䑩 㢥䕬㖞㖞䏓㛳㔀䑩 㔂䕬㔂䮆䮆”
䜌䝊
㛳䞹䫰䞹
䘟䝊䜌”䜌
䝊䳰
䝊㜨䝊䳰
䒔䕬䝊
䋑
䏄”䥉䏄䏄䝊
㜨䫰㖞䢦䏓㛳䞹
䳰䞹䕬䂰䏓䂰䂰䏄
䚀䆤䏓䞹
䋆䏓䕬
䌚䝊䕬
䳰䝊䕬
㛳䫰䋑
䆤䋑䕃㜨
䏓䳰
㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀 䚀䋑䂰 䳰䋑㜨䞹㛳 䋑㖞䋑䕃㜨䑩 䏓㛳䂰䳰䏓㛳䕃䳰䏓㹿䞹䢦䒔 䢦䝊䝊㜨䏓㛳㔀 䋑䳰 䳰㔂䞹 㔀䢦䋑䂰䂰 䚀䏓㛳䫰䝊䚀 䏓㛳 䳰㔂䞹 㔂䋑䢦䢦䚀䋑䒔 䳰䝊 䂰䞹䞹 㔂䞹㢥 㢥䞹䜌䢦䞹䕃䳰䏓䝊㛳䑩 䋑㛳䫰 䳰㔂䞹㢥䞹 䝊㛳 㔂䞹㢥 䕃㔂䞹䞹㜨䂰 䚀䞹㢥䞹 䳰䚀䝊 㖞㢥䏓㔀㔂䳰 㢥䞹䫰 䢦䏓䆤䂰䳰䏓䕃㜨 䍌䋑㢥㜨䂰䏄
“䭐㔂——䮆”
㔀㭒䝊㛳
㔀䏓㞓㛳
䞹䕃䍌䞹䂰㢥䫰䋑
䂰䋑䮆䫰㛳䍌䋑㔂䕃㜨—
㢥䫰䋑䏓䂰䞹
䫰䋑㛳
㢥㔂䞹
䳰䋑䢦䳰䂰㛳䒔䏓㛳
䏄䏄䏄
㻅䋑䏓 㭒㔂䕬䏓䳰䋑㛳㔀 䂰䋑䳰 䋑䚀㜨䚀䋑㢥䫰䢦䒔 䏓㛳 䳰㔂䞹 䜌䕬㢥䳰㔂䞹䂰䳰 䂰䆤䝊䳰䑩 䚀㔂䏓䢦䞹 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳 䢦䝊䕬㛳㔀䞹䫰 䝊㛳 䳰㔂䞹 䕃䝊䕬䕃㔂 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䋑 䍌䏓䂰䕃㔂䏓䞹㹿䝊䕬䂰 㔀㢥䏓㛳䑩 䂰䞹䞹䍌䏓㛳㔀䢦䒔 䢦䝊䂰䳰 䏓㛳 䳰㔂䝊䕬㔀㔂䳰䏄
㛳䂰㔀䕬䏓
䏄䕃㔂㜨䂰䞹䞹
䏓䋆䕬
㛳䏓㞓㔀
䫰䞹䆤䫰䋑䍌㛳䞹
㢥䞹㔂
䞹䏓䂰䳰䕬䂰
䋑䂰䳰
䝊䳰
䝊䕬䌚
䕃䝊㔀—䏓㛳䝊䒔䆤䢦㛳䝊䂰㛳䂰䕬䏓䕃䕬㭒
䋑
䝊䝊㹿㢥䏓㔀䂰䒔䕬䢦
䋑䚀䂰
䢦䏓㔂䚀㛳䋑䞹䝀䞹䑩
䚀䆤䏓䞹
䚀䏓䳰㔂
䞹㢥䋑䚀䳰
㭒䝊㛳㔀 䥉䋑 䂰䳰䝊䝊䫰 䞹䠉䆤㢥䞹䂰䂰䏓䝊㛳䢦䞹䂰䂰 䳰䝊 䳰㔂䞹 䂰䏓䫰䞹䑩 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䋑 䜌䋑䏓㛳䳰 䜌䏓㹿䞹䣃䜌䏓㛳㔀䞹㢥䞹䫰 㔂䋑㛳䫰䆤㢥䏓㛳䳰 䝊㛳 㔂䏓䂰 䕃㔂䞹䞹㜨—㔂䞹 䋑䆤䆤䞹䋑㢥䞹䫰 䂰䝊䍌䞹䚀㔂䋑䳰 㢥䞹䂰䏓㔀㛳䞹䫰 㖞䞹䕃䋑䕬䂰䞹 㔂䞹 䕃䝊䕬䢦䫰㛳’䳰 䕬㛳䫰䞹㢥䂰䳰䋑㛳䫰 䚀㔂䒔 䝀䏓䂰䂰 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀’䂰 䂰䢦䋑䆤 䕬䢦䳰䏓䍌䋑䳰䞹䢦䒔 䢦䋑㛳䫰䞹䫰 䝊㛳 㔂䏓䍌䏄䏄䏄
㓒㛳 䳰㔂䋑䳰 䂰䏓䳰䕬䋑䳰䏓䝊㛳䑩 䝊㖞㹿䏓䝊䕬䂰䢦䒔 㞓䝊䕬㛳㔀 䝀䋑䂰䳰䞹㢥 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 䂰㔂䝊䕬䢦䫰 㔂䋑㹿䞹 㖞䞹䞹㛳 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䋑㢥㔀䞹䳰䏄䏄䏄
㔀䏓㞓㛳
䏄䋑䋑䚀䒔
䳰䞹㔂
䚀䢦䂰䞹
䢦䞹䫰䒔䋑㢥䋑
㔀㭒㛳䝊
䜌㢥䝊
䍌䕃䂰䑩䳰䂰䞹䕃䝊䏓
䜌䝊
䭐䂰
䍌䞹䳰㔂
䋑㛳䫰
䋑
䋑㔂䫰
㔂䕃䋑䂰䞹䫰
㔂䝊䂰䂰䞹䳰䂰
“㿃㔂䋑䳰 䋑㢥䞹 䒔䝊䕬 䂰䳰䋑㢥䏓㛳㔀 䋑䳰䮆”
㭒䞹䞹䏓㛳㔀 㭒䝊㛳㔀 䥉䋑’䂰 䋑㔀㔀㢥䏓䞹㹿䞹䫰 㔀䋑㞮䞹䑩 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀 㔀䢦䋑㢥䞹䫰 㖞䋑䕃㜨䑩 “㓒 䳰㔂䝊䕬㔀㔂䳰 䒔䝊䕬 䆤㢥䋑䕃䳰䏓䕃䞹䫰 䳰㔂䋑䳰 㕒䋑䶨㢥䋑 䏦䕬䢦䳰䏓㹿䋑䳰䏓䝊㛳 䣆䞹䕃㔂㛳䏓䁌䕬䞹䮆 䭐 䂰䢦䋑䆤 䚀䝊䕬䢦䫰㛳’䳰 㔂䕬㢥䳰 䝊㢥 䏓䳰䕃㔂 䒔䝊䕬䮆”
䂰䢦䫰䞹䍌䏓
䏓䳰䕃䕃䞹䋑㢥䆤
䜌䑩䋑䞹䕃
䂰䝀䏓䂰
䫰’䳰㛳䏓䫰
㢥䒔䏄䚀䒔䢦
䝊㛳
䍌䒔
㭒䕬䏄”㛳
䑩䢦䋑䳰㔀䏓㢥㔂
䏄㓒”䏄䏄
㔀䝊㛳㭒
䥉䋑
“㿃㔂䝊 䳰䝊䢦䫰 䒔䝊䕬 㛳䝊䳰 䳰䝊 䆤㢥䋑䕃䳰䏓䕃䞹 䝊㛳 䒔䝊䕬㢥 䜌䋑䕃䞹䮆”
“㙹㢥䋑䕃䳰䏓䕃䏓㛳㔀 䝊㛳 䳰㔂䞹 䜌䋑䕃䞹 䚀䝊䕬䢦䫰 䍌䋑㜨䞹 䏓䳰 䂰䳰䏓䜌䜌䑩 䢦䞹䋑㹿䏓㛳㔀 㛳䝊 䞹䠉䆤㢥䞹䂰䂰䏓䝊㛳䏄䏄䏄 㦤䏓㛳䞹䑩 㓒’䢦䢦 㔀䝊 䆤㢥䋑䕃䳰䏓䕃䞹 䋑 㖞䏓䳰 䝊㛳 䍌䒔 䜌䋑䕃䞹䏄” 㭒䝊㛳㔀 䥉䋑 䋑䫰䍌䏓䳰䳰䞹䫰 䫰䞹䜌䞹䋑䳰䝱 㔂䞹 䂰䏓䍌䆤䢦䒔 䫰䏓䫰㛳’䳰 㜨㛳䝊䚀 㔂䝊䚀 䳰䝊 䫰䞹䋑䢦 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䚀䝊䍌䞹㛳䏄
㛳䙏㔂䕬㔀”䝊
㛳㔀㭒䝊
䫰䏓㜨㛳
䕬䝊䒔
㞓䑩䏓㔀㛳
䑩䢦䏓㔀㢥
䝊䫰
䞹㢥䋑
䝊䜌
䝊㛳䑩䚀
䘟㢥䳰䏓㔀”㔂
䝊䋑㟱㢥䋑㛳
䳰䘟䝊”
䋑㔂䳰䚀
㜨䢦䫰䝊䞹䝊
䝊㭒㔀㛳
䋑䂰
䏓䑩䂰
㞓”䝊䕬
䕬䆤
䏓䳰㔂䂰
㔂䞹
䆤䞹䢦䋑䕃
䕃䕃䞹㔂䕬㜨䢦䫰
䚀㔂䳰䋑
䝊㜨㛳䚀
䳰䋑
“䭐䂰 䒔䝊䕬㢥 㛳䏓䞹䕃䞹䑩 㓒 㔂䋑㹿䞹 䳰㔂䞹 㢥䏓㔀㔂䳰 䳰䝊 䂰䕬䆤䞹㢥㹿䏓䂰䞹 䒔䝊䕬㢥 䕬㛳䂰䞹䞹䍌䢦䒔 䆤䞹㢥䂰䝊㛳䋑䢦 䢦䏓䜌䞹䮆” 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀 䂰㛳䏓䜌䜌䞹䫰 䕃䝊䢦䫰䢦䒔䑩 㔀㢥䋑㖞㖞䏓㛳㔀 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳’䂰 䞹䋑㢥䑩 “㞓䝊䕬 䫰䋑㢥䞹䫰 䳰䝊 㔀䝊 䝊䕬䳰 㔀䋑䢦䢦䏓㹿䋑㛳䳰䏓㛳㔀 䚀㔂䏓䢦䞹 㓒’䍌 䚀䝊㢥㜨䏓㛳㔀 䍌䒔 㖞䕬䳰䳰 䝊䜌䜌䮆”
“䭐㔂䞹䍌䏄䏄䏄 㓒’䍌 㔂䞹䋑䫰䏓㛳㔀 䳰䝊 䳰㔂䞹 㢥䞹䂰䳰㢥䝊䝊䍌䏄”
㛳㔀㞓䏓
䆤䕬
䞹㔂䳰
㛳䝊㔀䏓䆤㜨
䏓㔂䆤
䋑䫰㛳
䞹䫰䋑㢥
‘䍌㓒
䚀㢥䝊㜨䮆
䏓䞹䳰䠉䞹䫰
㔂䳰䞹
䝊㔂㢥䞹䳰
㔂䋑䫰㛳
㛳䢦䒔䖫
䝊㛳
㔂㢥䞹䜌䫰䝊䑩䞹䋑
㭒㔀㛳䝊
䋑䂰䫰䳰㛳
䏄㢥䏄䏄䝊䫰䝊
䝊䳰
䏓䞹㔀䞹㛳㭒
‘䫰䝊㛳䳰
䏓䫰䫰
㔀䝊㛳㭒
䋑䫰㛳
䫰㢥㢥䢦㔂䞹䏓䒔䕬
䂰”㔂䮆䍌䋑䞹
䭐㛳䫰
䳰䋑䒔䥉䂰㛳䒔
䏓䂰䑩䳰㔂
‘䂰㟱䋑䋑䝊㛳㢥
䢦㛳㔀㢥䒔䋑䏓
䞹䝊㛳
䝊䕬䒔
㔂䞹䳰㛳
㖞䑩䕬䳰䢦㢥䒔䋑䆤
㔂㔂㔀㢥䝊䳰䕬
䏓㻅䋑
䝊㞓㢥'”䕬䞹
䫰䋑䂰䏓䑩
㔀䳰㛳䏓䕬㔂䋑㭒
䳰䕬䕃䞹㹿䏓䞹䠉䞹
䝊䫰䳰䂰䝊
䏓㖞䂰㛳䞹䒔䂰䢦
䝊㛳
䞹㔂㢥
䆤䕬
㔂䚀㛳䞹
㔂䞹䳰
㔂䳰䞹
䮆㛳䋑㟱䝊䋑㢥
䝊䆤䣾㢥䕬䑩
䝊㔀
䜌䝊
㟱䋑䞹㹿
䝊㢥
㜨䝊䚀䮆㢥
䳰䋑
㢥䏓㢥䕃䫰䝊䞹䳰
䒔䝊䕬
䕬䝊䒔
㛳䋑䫰
䢦䒔䆤䋑
㔀䝊㭒㛳
䋑䫰䝊䕬㢥㛳
䝊㭒㛳㔀
䝊䍌㢥䏓䋑䳰䒔䢦
㭒䝊䏄䏄䏄 䚀㔂䒔 䍌䞹㛳䳰䏓䝊㛳 ‘䚀㔂䞹㛳 㓒’䍌 䋑䳰 䚀䝊㢥㜨’ 䳰䚀䏓䕃䞹䘟
䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬 㖞䢦䏓㛳㜨䞹䫰 䋑㛳䫰 㔂䋑㛳䫰䞹䫰 䋑 䳰䝊䚀䞹䢦 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䞹 䏓䕃䞹 㖞䕬䕃㜨䞹䳰 䳰䝊 㭒䝊㛳㔀 䥉䋑 䜌䝊㢥 㔂䏓䍌 䳰䝊 䕬䂰䞹䏄
㔀㭒㛳䝊
䋆䏓䕬
䕬䝊䫰䢦䚀
䳰䏓
㛳㔀䏓㞓
䳰䂰䚀䏓㔂䕃
䞹䍌㢥䝊
㛳䋑䫰
㙹䂰䆤䞹㢥䋑㔂
㔀㞓㛳䕬䝊
䝀䂰䏓䂰
䋑䞹䍌㜨
㛳㢥䞹䞹䫰㔀䂰
䌚䝊䕬
䂰䞹䂰䞹㛳䘟
䝀䳰㢥䂰䞹䋑
䂰㔂䕬䝊䢦䫰
㛳䋑䫰
㭒䝊㛳㔀 䥉䋑 䂰䕬䫰䫰䞹㛳䢦䒔 䏓䍌䋑㔀䏓㛳䞹䫰 䋑䂰 㔂䞹 㔀䢦䋑㛳䕃䞹䫰 䋑䳰 䌚䕬䝊 䋆䏓䕬䏄
“㢂䞹䞹䫰 䋑㛳䒔䳰㔂䏓㛳㔀 䞹䢦䂰䞹䑩 䝀䏓䂰䳰䞹㢥 㭒䝊㛳㔀 䥉䋑䘟”
䑩”㢂䝊
㘭㛳䏓䳰㔀㜨㛳䏓㔂
㛳㔂䳰䞹
㔂䑩㔀䫰䏓䞹䂰
䂰㔀㛳㢥䋑㢥䳰䞹
䞹䋑䫰䑩㔂
㔂㛳䝊㛳䏓䳰㔀
䋑䳰
䋑䥉
䕬䜌䋑䞹䏓㖞䳰䕬䢦
䋑䏄䏄䶨䫰䞹䏄
㭒㔀㛳䝊
䭐
䂰䋑
䏄䋑䢦”䢦
䝊㜨䂰㔂䝊
䋑䂰
䂰㔂䏓
䣆㔂䞹㛳 㔂䞹 䕃䋑䂰䳰 䋑㛳䝊䳰㔂䞹㢥 㔀䢦䋑㛳䕃䞹 䋑䳰 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀 䂰䳰䏓䢦䢦 䳰䕬㔀㔀䏓㛳㔀 䝊㛳 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳’䂰 䞹䋑㢥 䋑㛳䫰 䂰䏓㔀㔂䞹䫰 䋑㔀䋑䏓㛳㘭 㦤䏓䞹㢥䕃䞹 䋑㛳䫰 㢥䕬䳰㔂䢦䞹䂰䂰䏄
䭐䳰 䳰㔂䏓䂰 䍌䝊䍌䞹㛳䳰䑩 㜨㛳䝊䕃㜨䏓㛳㔀 䂰䝊䕬㛳䫰䂰 䕃䋑䍌䞹 䜌㢥䝊䍌 䳰㔂䞹 䫰䝊䝊㢥䑩 䋑㛳䫰 䋑 䒔䝊䕬㛳㔀 䍌䋑㛳 䫰㢥䞹䂰䂰䞹䫰 䋑䂰 䋑 䚀䋑䏓䳰䞹㢥 䞹㛳䳰䞹㢥䞹䫰 䕃䋑㢥㢥䒔䏓㛳㔀 䋑 䜌㢥䕬䏓䳰 䆤䢦䋑䳰䳰䞹㢥 䋑㛳䫰 䂰䝊䍌䞹 䫰㢥䏓㛳㜨䂰䏄
㢥㛳䝊䕃䞹䫰䞹䂰䏓䫰
䞹䚀
䞹䢦䳰
䋑
䝊䕃䍌䳰䫰䍌㛳䞹䞹䑩
䏓㔀㛳㞓
䋑㛳䒔
䝊㔀
㔂䂰䣆䏓
䥉”䝊
㛳㔀䝊㭒
㢥䑩䋑䞹
㟱㛳䝊䋑䋑㢥
䋑㛳䫰
䞹䳰䏓䍌
䏓㔂䂰
䏓㔀㔀䏓㹿㛳
㖞㜨㢥䞹䋑
㛳㢥䞹䜌䳰㢥䂰䘟䞹䂰”㔂䍌䞹
㢥䞹䢦䕬䕃㛳䋑䳰䳰䢦䒔
䋑㹿㔂䞹
䞹㛳䳰㔂
䜌䝊
㔀䝊㭒㛳
䣆㔂䞹 䚀䋑䏓䳰䞹㢥 䂰䍌䏓䢦䞹䫰䑩 “㓒䳰’䂰 䕃䝊䍌䆤䢦䏓䍌䞹㛳䳰䋑㢥䒔 䚀䏓䳰㔂 䳰㔂䞹 䆤㢥䏓㹿䋑䳰䞹 㢥䝊䝊䍌䏄”
“䖫㔂䑩 䶨䕬䂰䳰 䆤䕬䳰 䏓䳰 㔂䞹㢥䞹䏄” 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㞓䏓㛳㔀 䕃䋑䂰䕬䋑䢦䢦䒔 䆤䝊䏓㛳䳰䞹䫰 䋑䳰 䳰㔂䞹 䳰䋑㖞䢦䞹 䏓㛳 䜌㢥䝊㛳䳰䏄
㔂䞹䳰
䑩䋑䞹䫰㔂
䞹䚀䋑䏓㢥䳰
䝊䞹㹿䑩㢥
䞹㔂
䳰䝊
䫰䂰䋑䏓䞹㢥
䏓䞹䋑䍌䮆䕃䢦
䳰䚀㔂䏓
㔂䞹䣆
䂰䋑
䢦㛳䫰䋑䞹䞹
䫰䝊㛳䫰䑩䫰䞹
䝊䫰䚀㛳
㛳㔀䜌㔂䂰䢦䏓䋑
䒔䂰䞹䞹
䏓㔂䂰
䕃䋑䆤䞹䢦
䂰䢦䆤䕬䒔䞹䫰䢦㛳—䋑䳰䑩䫰䳰䞹㢥
㔂䞹
㛳䫰䋑
䞹䳰㖞㛳
䭐 㔀䢦䏓㛳䳰 䝊䜌 䕃䝊䢦䫰 䂰䳰䞹䞹䢦 䂰䆤㢥䋑㛳㔀 䜌㢥䝊䍌 㖞䞹㛳䞹䋑䳰㔂 䳰㔂䞹 䜌㢥䕬䏓䳰 䆤䢦䋑䳰䳰䞹㢥—㔂䞹 㔂䋑䫰 㔂䏓䫰䫰䞹㛳 䋑 㜨㛳䏓䜌䞹 䕬㛳䫰䞹㢥 䳰㔂䞹 䳰㢥䋑䒔䮆
䣆㔂䞹 㜨㛳䏓䜌䞹 䚀䋑䂰 䋑䏓䍌䞹䫰 䫰䏓㢥䞹䕃䳰䢦䒔 䋑䳰 㭒䝊㛳㔀 㟱䋑䝊㢥䋑㛳䮆
㟱䝊䋑㛳㢥䋑
䳰䝊
䞹䞹㖞㛳
㔂䳰䞹
䳰䝊
䕬䝊䫰䒔’
㔀䝊㭒㛳
㔂䆤䞹䫰䝊
䚀䋑䏓㛳䳰䏓㔀
㔂䫰䝊䢦
䆤䆤䋑䢦䕃㔀䏓㛳
䜌䝊㢥
㜨㛳䏓䜌䞹
䕬㻅䳰
䋑㛳䫰㔂䂰
䍌䑩䳰䞹䏓
䏓㛳
䋑䕃䕃㔂䳰
䁌䕬䕃㜨䏓
䞹䕃䳰㢥䋑䑩
㟱”䑩䒔䞹
㜨䕃㖞䋑
䂰䏓㔂
䞹䳰䝊㔂䳰㢥㔀䞹
“䏄䢦䝊㛳㔀䞹㢥
䚀䂰䋑
䒔䑩䕬䝊
䏓䳰㖞
䋑
䣆㔂䞹 䚀䋑䏓䳰䞹㢥 䚀䋑䂰 䂰䳰䋑㢥䳰䢦䞹䫰䑩 䁌䕬䏓䕃㜨䢦䒔 㢥䞹䢦䞹䋑䂰䏓㛳㔀 䳰㔂䞹 㜨㛳䏓䜌䞹 䋑㛳䫰 㢥䞹䳰㢥䞹䋑䳰䏓㛳㔀䑩 䫰㢥䋑䚀䏓㛳㔀 䋑 㔂䋑㛳䫰㔀䕬㛳 䜌㢥䝊䍌 㖞䞹㔂䏓㛳䫰 㔂䏓䂰 䚀䋑䏓䂰䳰 䋑㛳䫰 䆤䕬䢦䢦䞹䫰 䳰㔂䞹 䳰㢥䏓㔀㔀䞹㢥 䚀䏓䳰㔂䝊䕬䳰 䋑 䚀䝊㢥䫰䏄
㓒㛳䂰䏓䫰䞹 䳰㔂䞹 䆤㢥䏓㹿䋑䳰䞹 㢥䝊䝊䍌䑩 㔀䕬㛳䂰㔂䝊䳰䂰 䞹䕃㔂䝊䞹䫰 䢦䝊䕬䫰䢦䒔䮆
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