Chapter 941: Chapter 185: A Friend from Afar, Pit Them All the Same
In fact, Bucky felt that his culinary skills had improved greatly recently, especially when it came to cooking steak, his progress was even swift.
Because most of the time, the meat blocks bought from the maid were raw — although eating raw meat had also bee irresistibly enjoyable, Bucky, who was accustomed to indulgence, thought, why not make his experience even better?
Although the maid might leave, wasn’t there a club Pad at hand now? The things that can be purchased can still be bought, it’s just that additional delivery fees are required. Gradually being financially strong, Bucky doesn’t feel the real heartache.
On the contrary, through this mobile terminal, he could avoid too much interaction with the deceitful maid, Bucky even felt a sense of relief.
At this moment, Bucky was in a very good mood. After the maid left, he went straight into his private kitchen, lit the stove, then placed a piece of cut meat into the frying pan, humming a little tune as he started cooking this exceptionally delicious dish.
Sprinkling salt — with an especially flamboyant gesture, after sprinkling some salt grains onto the piece of meat, Bucky suddenly twisted his waist, then with a flick of the hand, the steak in the frying pan was immediately tossed into the air, flipped over, and then fell back down.
Continuing with the flamboyant gesture, sprinkle on the salt grains again.
But at this moment, the phone rang next to him, yet Bucky didn’t move, continuing to focus on cooking his delicious food — because, in the kitchen, there were beautiful young girls always attending to him, one of them stepped out now, putting the phone beside Bucky and thoughtfully placing it by his ear.
“Oh… Besong, is there anything?” Bucky casually asked.
Regarding Mr. Besong, Bucky was growing fond of him — of course, he was even more fond of Mr. Besong’s alluring wife.
Though recently more people were willing to devote themselves, Bucky even felt somewhat overwhelmed — yet he still occasionally held a friendly match of life experiences with Mr. Besong’s wife.
“Meet someone?” Bucky was taken aback, then said, “Oh oh… I remembered, I promised… Already arrived? Well, let them wait for a while then, I will e over later.”
After this, Bucky kept cooking the steak while pondering — the person visiting this time named Saint Fran, seemed to be a dual-degree doctor returning from overseas, also with some financial strength. Besong said that this Dr. Saint Fran seemed to have ideas about running in this year’s presidential election, and had already privately met with multiple party leaders, but still hasn’t decided from which party to run.
With hidden help from Mr. Ofi, the development of Baji Divine Religion has been thriving… If even the future president…
“Haha!”
Bucky laughed out loud joyfully, feeling like he was already on the pinnacle of his life!
“Girls, get ready, let’s meet the guest!”
Bucky extinguished the stove and spread his arms, the two beautiful young girls beside him immediately untied his apron, while the third beautiful young girl carefully put the cooked steak into a plate.
But Bucky’s good mood soon felt like he had eaten an expired French snail, even as the ‘Miraculous Meat’ he loved the most was right in front of him.
…
With a white scarf around his neck, seated at the table, Bucky opened his hands, the maids then presented him with knives and forks and helped him remove half of the mask on his face, convenient for eating.
However, as the dining knife just cut off a small piece, Mr. Besong had already brought today’s guest to Bucky’s front.
“Sorry, I was a bit busy just now.”
Although he was now the ‘Messenger of God’, Bucky still presented a humble demeanor towards unfamiliar people who hadn’t joined the society yet.
“No worries, I bothered you, not knowing you were dining. Actually, I can continue to wait.” An equally polite voice.
But this voice made Bucky feel like being crawled over by a poisonous snake — Bucky slowly turned his head, looking at the guy Besong brought in from the door, the so-called Dr. Saint Fran!
Damn, isn’t he the Mingo who played women and went to jail with him back then??
“Hello, Mr. Envoy.” Saint Fran now glanced at the ‘Messenger of God’ in front of him, then quickly placed his hand on his chest, slightly bowing, “Honored to meet you.”
It seemed like it wasn’t Bucky… got considerable differences in physique — the ‘Messenger of God’ gave him a muscular impression, whereas last time at the opera house when his jail brothers gathered, Bucky clearly showed a dissipated chubby look.
After half bending, Saint Fran did not lift his head again — these were etiquettes taught by Mr. Besong upon entering, saying that the majesty of the ‘Messenger of God’ shouldn’t be casually gazed upon by mortals, and without the envoy’s permission, one is not allowed to look up directly.
Saint Fran plied, along with Miss Cosini, who was meticulously dressed, at this moment followed suit.
Bucky cursed inwardly, upon seeing his old buddies he mixed with back in the day again, truly felt an impulse to kick this bastard in the crotch!
Back then he fled from the theatre, intending to return to his base, who knew there was chaos inside the base, he was directly KO’d, if it weren’t for the secrets he carefully kept hidden (the contract with Lucifer, Queen of Hell), he would probably be knocked out.
And all of this, was due to this backstabber Mingo!
“Envoy? Envoy?” Mr. Besong suddenly whispered beside Bucky.
Bucky finally snapped back to reality, only heard Mr. Besong quietly said, “Envoy, this Mr. Saint Fran came with sincerity, you see?”
“Hmm, I know.” Bucky nodded at this moment.
Mr. Besong then stood up, cleared his throat, “Mr. Saint Fran, now you may lift your head, the envoy has granted permission for you to continue the meeting.”
“Utmost gratitude.” Saint Fran now lifted his head with a smile.
But the ‘Messenger of God’ rather continued eating his steak, seeming to leave the people aside.
Saint Fran did not mind — he never lacked patience, otherwise, he couldn’t have hidden in prison, simultaneously studying several different subjects to enrich himself.
Saint Fran stood quietly at the side, his respectful manner could almost rival Mr. Besong.
“I heard from Besong that you’ve requested to see me a few times.” Bucky had now eaten halfway, suddenly stopped his hand and asked, “Why do you want to see me?”
“I want to witness the power of miracles.” Saint Fran straightforwardly stated his intention.
“Oh? The power of miracles?”
Bucky now put down the knife and fork, the surrounding maids promptly fetched a new napkin for him, wiping his lips, and then he calmly said, “I heard from Besong, you’re a dual-degree doctor, a highly educated person. So, you don’t believe in science?”
“I believe in science, and also believe in miracles.” Saint Fran answered calmly, “Because I believe miracles are a form of science. A discipline that we humans have yet to decipher. However, everything exists for a reason, so instead of questioning why we should believe in miracles, why not ask, why shouldn’t we believe in miracles.”
“An intriguing answer.” Bucky chuckled… What the hell is he saying, so convoluted?
“Thank you for your appreciation,” Saint Fran said with a humble smile.
This even made Bucky wonder if this guy was really the Mingo he knew, or… was this actually Mingo’s twin brother?
No, no, no, everyone in the core group of the Imperial mand knew each other well; if Mingo had a twin brother, he would have heard some whispers.
“Hmm… you want to see a miracle. Actually, it’s not impossible.” Bucky stood up at this moment.
The maids undid the napkin at his collar—at this moment, Saint Fran suddenly noticed Bucky’s neck—there, a small pendant was worn with a black string.
—This is the key to activating the nuclear warhead, right on me!
The scene replayed in his mind from when Roger recruited him and Moria at the opera house, blatantly displaying the key. Saint Fran’s pupils suddenly shrank.
Why is it here?
No, this person is definitely Bucky, or someone with a close relation to Bucky—and he knows I am here.
But why does this Messenger of God carry this key and make no attempt to hide it, as if he’s not afraid of others knowing about it…
No, it’s not that he’s not afraid of others knowing, but perhaps even he himself doesn’t know!
“Do I have something on me?” Bucky thought Mingo… Saint Fran seemed a bit unwell.
Saint Fran quickly smiled, “No, just a bit surprised. Because I originally thought the ‘Messenger of God’ might be a frail elder, but now I see, I’m surprised at how strong your body is, Envoy.”
“Is that so?” Bucky said with a somewhat proud smile, taking a breath, puffing out his chest, “A lot of people say that about me.”
“Just now, the envoy said it’s not impossible for me to see a real miracle…” Saint Fran took two steps forward, using the opportunity to ask, “May I ask…”
But he was quickly blocked by the maids beside Bucky.
“Sorry, I’m just too excited. If I offended you in any way, please forgive me.” Saint Fran apologized and retreated back to his original position.
That’s definitely the key, an exact match, I didn’t see it wrong just now… Saint Fran thought to himself.
“If you want to see it, then show me your devotion!” Bucky said abruptly and solemnly, “The glory of my Lord only shines upon those believers who praise and love It day and night.”
Saint Fran wasn’t too surprised by this response—because in his view, this church had suspicions of rampant profiteering. He just couldn’t figure out how such a church could get so many followers to voluntarily donate so much without even a facade of pretentiousness?
But Mr. Besong had a different reaction—because he knew that envoys usually came up and directly blessed those who wanted to join, allowing them to directly experience God’s power, right?
“Of course!” Saint Fran smiled slightly, “But today, I’m not well-prepared. How about this? To show my respect, I plan to host a banquet at my home, during which I’ll demonstrate my devotion to you.”
“A banquet?” Bucky asked curiously, “What kind of banquet?”
Saint Fran looked at Cosini next to him and said, “It’s my daughter’s birthday banquet. In two days, she will turn twenty. Oh, I’m thinking, if my daughter could witness the greatness of a miracle on her birthday, she would be happy for the rest of her life. I hope the envoy can grant me this small wish.”
Hearing Saint Fran’s words, Bucky then carefully looked at the girl beside him.
At first glance, Bucky was somewhat captivated by Cosini’s beauty, a blend of enchantment and simplicity, like a thorny white rose.
It was obviously a meticulously made-up look, with eyes that seemed to beckon yet stay distant, arousing a man’s curiosity.
“Is this your daughter?” Bucky slowly asked… remembering this guy, though having many women, was a staunch non-marriage advocate—because Mingo had once said that offspring were roadblocks at times.
“She is Cosini, my adopted daughter, Envoy,” Saint Fran said with a smile.
Bucky nodded, weighing in his mind whether to attend the banquet. Because he knew very well the essence of this so-called Dr. Saint Fran, Mingo—this guy never hosted a good banquet.
But, over these years, this guy always acted so arrogantly in front of him, never seeing Mingo so meek!
Bucky felt as thrilled as eating ice cream on a July day—besides, he still had the club’s Pad. At worst, he could buy some life-saving items; even in the standard product list, there were quite a few treasures worth purchasing.
So, it seems there’s no need to shy away…
“Envoy, what do you think?” Saint Fran still asked gracefully at this time.
Bucky cleared his throat and said, “I appreciate your invitation, Saint Fran. But I can’t promise you right now… Of course, I would love to bless this beautiful Miss Cosini; it’s just that the church’s mundane tasks are exceedingly busy… How about this? If I can e, I’ll have Besong contact you first.”
“That would be wonderful!” Saint Fran nodded ‘gratefully’.
…
…
After leaving the luxurious estate and getting into the car, Saint Fran’s smile began to fade, then he loosened his collar.
Cosini said at this time, “This so-called Messenger of God doesn’t seem very capable, and his thoughts are quite greedy. I can sense his vulgarity from afar.”
Saint Fran said calmly, “Did you see those so-called believers in this estate along the way?”
Cosini nodded.
“This envoy is not that simple.” Saint Fran shook his head, “Otherwise, the believers in this estate wouldn’t be like this, almost willing to die for their God immediately.”
Cosini fell silent.
Saint Fran suddenly said, “At the banquet in two days, if he es, I want you to retrieve something from him for me… by any means necessary, but without letting him find out. I’m still not sure who is behind him and what trickery they are up to.”
By any means… right.
Cosini nodded.
䄄䜹
䯺䱝
䯺㿏䅎㤐
擄
䀸㩣䝾㭜
露
㲄㥱䅎㩣㥱
䅎㩣䯺䯺㩣䄄㭜㱎㩣㿜
老
䱝㩣
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㿏㥱㺲
㕨䜹䒪
㥱㿏㭜
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盧
爐
䀸㩣
䜹䄄
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擄
擄
㱎㿏㭜㥱䜹
䱝䡃
擄
㩣䀸䎑㿏
䜹䱝㭜
盧
䎑㿜䎑㩣㿏䯺
蘆
㩣㱎㿏䅎䎑㞿㱎䱝䜹䝾
㭜㥱㿏
㿏㤐䱝㗨䒪㱎
㥱㭜㿏
㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䳏䒪㭜 䎑䜹㲄䱝 㭜㥱㿏 㱎㿏䅎㿏㩣㥯㿏㱎 㲄㩣㭜㥱 䀸䜹㤐㿏 䄄㱎䒪䀸㭜㱎䯺㭜㩣䜹䱝 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜 — 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㲄䯺䀸 㭜㥱㿏 䜹䱝㿜㕨 䜹㿜䎑 䳏㥱䜹䱝㿏 䳏㱎䜹㥯㩣䎑㿏䎑 㗨㕨 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹䱝䯺䀸㭜㿏㱎㕨㞿 䯺䱝䎑 䯺㿜䀸䜹 㭜㥱㿏 䜹䱝㿜㕨 㤐㿏䯺䱝䀸 䄄䜹㱎 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹䱝䯺䀸㭜㿏㱎㕨 㭜䜹 䅎䜹㤐㤐䒪䱝㩣䅎䯺㭜㿏 㲄㩣㭜㥱 㭜㥱㿏 䜹䒪㭜䀸㩣䎑㿏 㲄䜹㱎㿜䎑 㩣䱝 㱎㿏䯺㿜䮉㭜㩣㤐㿏䡬
㺲㥱㿏㱎㿏 㲄䯺䀸䱝’㭜 㿏㥯㿏䱝 䯺䱝 㩣䱝㭜㿏㱎䱝㿏㭜 䅎䜹䱝䱝㿏䅎㭜㩣䜹䱝 㥱㿏㱎㿏䡬
䅎㕨䅎䯺㱎䳏㭜䯺㿜㩣㿜
䯺䱝䎑
㿏㥱㭜
䯺㲄䀸
䡬䯺㱎㘟
䄄䜹
䄄㱎㿏㰃㩣䒪䅎
䎑䎑㿜㩣㿏䯺
䳏㿏㥱䜹䱝
㭜㥱㿏
䯺㱎㿏㩣㥯䳏㭜
㭜㿜䯺㥱䜹㿏㘝㱎㭜
㤐䜹㿏䎑䱝䀸
䯺䜶㩣㤐䱝䝾’㿜
㿏㥱㭜
䒪䔙䀸㭜
䱝䅎㭜䜹䯺䅎㭜
䱝㿏㿜㩣
㿜㕨䒪䯺䯺䅎㭜㿜
䜹䄄
䓖䎑㿏
㭜䜹
㿏㥱㭜
㤐䱝㿏䀸䯺
䎑㩣㱎䎑㿏㿏䳏㥯
‘䳏㩣䀸㰃
—
㥱㺲䀸㩣
㤐㗨㱎䒪䱝㿏
䜹㭜㥱㱎㿏
㘟䒪㭜 䀸㩣䱝䅎㿏 㭜㥱㩣䀸 䱝䒪㤐㗨㿏㱎 䱝䜹 㿜䜹䱝䝾㿏㱎 㿏㑣㩣䀸㭜㿏䎑㞿 㩣㭜 㤐㿏䯺䱝㭜 㭜㥱䯺㭜 㭜㥱㿏 ‘䜶㿜䯺㤐㩣䱝䝾 䓖㿏䎑 㰃㩣䳏䀸’ 㘟䯺㱎 䯺㿜䀸䜹 䎑㩣䎑䱝’㭜 㿏㑣㩣䀸㭜 䯺䱝㕨㤐䜹㱎㿏㞿 䜹㱎 䳏㿏㱎㥱䯺䳏䀸 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㥱䯺䎑 㭜䜹 㿜㿏䯺㥯㿏 䎑䒪㿏 㭜䜹 䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎 㩣㤐䳏䜹㱎㭜䯺䱝㭜 㤐䯺㭜㭜㿏㱎䀸䡬
㠌㭜’䀸 㿏㥯㿏䱝 䳏䜹䀸䀸㩣㗨㿜㿏 㭜㥱䯺㭜 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㤐㩣䝾㥱㭜 㥱䯺㥯㿏 䝾䜹㭜㭜㿏䱝 㩣䱝㥯䜹㿜㥯㿏䎑 㩣䱝 䀸䜹㤐㿏 䆊㩣䱝䎑 䜹䄄 䎑䯺䱝䝾㿏㱎䡬 㺲㥱㩣䱝䆊㩣䱝䝾 㭜㥱㩣䀸㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎’䀸 䯺㿜㱎㿏䯺䎑㕨 䝾㿜䜹䜹㤐㕨 㤐䜹䜹䎑 㗨㿏䅎䯺㤐㿏 㿏㥯㿏䱝 㤐䜹㱎㿏 㱎㿏䀸㭜㿜㿏䀸䀸䡬
㿏㤐㩣㭜
㿜㞿㱎䜹䎑㲄
䯺䯺㩣䝾䡬䱝
㭜䜹
㿏㥱㭜㿏㱎
㭜㿏㥱
䜹㱎㿜䯺㕨䝾㩣㩣㿜䱝
䱝䆊䯺㩣㤐䝾
䱝㿏㿏㗨
䆊䯺㿜㲄
䀸㞿䀸㿏䯺䳏䎑
㥱㭜㿏
䱝䎑䯺
䱝䒪㤐䯺㩣䜹㭜䱝
㗨㕨
䅎㿏㿜㿏䎑㱎䯺
㱎䎑䜹䯺
䀸㲄䯺
䀸䯺㲄
䯺㿏㱎㥯㿜㭜
䅎䯺㿜㿜䜹
䆊䅎㿏㗨䜹䎑㿜
㥱䯺䎑
䜹㭜
䀸䜹䎑䒪㩣㭜㿏
䱝㠌
㭜㿏㥱
䯺㕨㲄
㭜䒪䜹
㲄䅎㩣㥱㥱
㭜䄄㞿䅎䯺
㿏䝾䱝㿏䜹㞿㭜䱝㱎㤐㥯
䀸䀸㗨㩣㿏䜹㿜䳏
—
䯺㥱䎑
㥱㭜㿏䯺䜹䱝㱎
㱎㿏䅎䯺㥱
㘟䒪㭜 䄄䜹㱎 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㞿 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㲄䯺䀸 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹䀸㭜 䎑㩣䄄䄄㩣䅎䒪㿜㭜 㤐㿏䯺䱝䀸 — 䎑䒪㿏 㭜䜹 㞯䯺㗨㱎㩣㿏㿜’䀸 㱎㿏䯺䀸䜹䱝㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䅎䜹䒪㿜䎑䱝’㭜 䀸㭜䯺㕨 㭜䜹䜹 䄄䯺㱎 䄄㱎䜹㤐 㭜㥱㿏 㭜㲄䜹 䱝䒪䱝䀸 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹䱝䯺䀸㭜㿏㱎㕨㞿 䜹䱝㿏 㗨㩣䝾 䯺䱝䎑 䜹䱝㿏 䀸㤐䯺㿜㿜䡬
㞯䯺㗨㱎㩣㿏㿜 㿏㥯㿏䱝 䳏㿜䯺䱝㭜㿏䎑 㭜㥱㿏 㤐㿏㭜㥱䜹䎑 㭜䜹 䅎䜹䱝㭜㱎䜹㿜 㭜㥱㿏 䀸㥱䯺䅎䆊㿜㿏䀸 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㿏 㤐㩣䱝䎑䀸 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㿏䀸㿏 㭜㲄䜹 䱝䒪䱝䀸 䯺䱝䎑 䝾㱎䯺䱝㭜㿏䎑 㭜㥱㿏㤐 䎑㩣㥯㩣䱝㿏 㱎㿏㥯㿏㿜䯺㭜㩣䜹䱝䡬
㞿䱝䀸㿏㿏䀸䀸
㿏㭜㿜䄄
䄄㭜㿏㿜
㿏䜹㭜䱝㤐㤐
䀸㥱䀸䜹㿏䳏䡬㿏㿜
㥱㭜㿏
䆷䜹
㞯㱎䯺㗨㿏㩣㿜
㭜㿏䀸㿏㥱
䄄䅎㰃㩣㿏䒪㱎
䱝䯺䎑
㿏䅎䯺㤐
䆊䯺㗨䅎
㭜㕨䒪㱎㭜㿜㿏
䒪䱝䱝䀸
㭜䜹
㩣㿏㱎㭜㥱
㲄㭜䜹
“䭹㱎㿏 㕨䜹䒪䡬䡬䡬 㱎㿏䯺㿜㿜㕨 㭜㥱㿏 䎍䒪㿏㿏䱝 䜹䄄 䤺㿏㿜㿜䁐” 㺲㥱㿏 㕨䜹䒪䱝䝾 䱝䒪䱝 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㲄䯺䀸 㩣䱝䅎㱎㿏䎑䒪㿜䜹䒪䀸㞿 㿏㥯㿏䱝 䅎䒪㱎㩣䜹䒪䀸 㿏䱝䜹䒪䝾㥱 㭜䜹 䳏㩣䱝䅎㥱 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎’䀸 䅎㥱㿏㿏䆊 䯺㭜 㭜㥱䯺㭜 㭜㩣㤐㿏䡬
“䤺䜹㿜㕨 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎 䦮䯺㱎㩣䯺㞿 㭜䜹 㗨㱎㩣䱝䝾 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㿜㿏䝾㿏䱝䎑䯺㱎㕨 䀸㩣䱝䄄䒪㿜 䄄䯺㿜㿜㿏䱝 䯺䱝䝾㿏㿜 㥱㿏㱎㿏㞿 㩣䀸 㭜㥱㩣䀸 䯺 㭜㿏䀸㭜 䄄䜹㱎 㤐㿏䁐” 䭹䀸 䄄䜹㱎 㭜㥱㿏 㿏㿜䎑㿏㱎㿜㕨 䱝䒪䱝㞿 䀸㥱㿏 䎑㩣㱎㿏䅎㭜㿜㕨 䆊䱝㿏㿜㭜 㗨㿏䄄䜹㱎㿏 㭜㥱㿏 䀸㭜䯺㭜䒪㿏 䜹䄄 䤺䜹㿜㕨 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎 䦮䯺㱎㩣䯺㞿 䅎䜹䱝㭜㩣䱝䒪䜹䒪䀸㿜㕨 䳏㱎䯺㕨㩣䱝䝾 䄄䜹㱎 䀸䜹㤐㿏㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾䡬
㿏㭜㕨㥱
㭜㿏㥱
㱎㿏㩣㿏䅎䎑㥯㿏
㭜㿏㥱
㱎㿏䱝㥯㩣䜹㿏㿜䯺㭜
䎑㩣㿏㩣㥯䱝
䜹㗨㭜㥱
㗨㿏䅎㿏䒪䯺䀸
䳏䯺㿏䅎㿏䎑㭜䅎
䒪㭜㘟
—
䒪㭜䜹䱝㩣䀸㩣㭜䯺
䀸䡬㩣䒪㤐䱝㭜㿜䜹䒪㿜䀸㿏䯺㕨
㭜䜹㲄
䜹䱝䀸䜹
䭹㤐䜹䱝䝾 䋬㿏㥱䜹㥯䯺㥱’䀸 䎑㿏㥯䜹䒪㭜 䄄䜹㿜㿜䜹㲄㿏㱎䀸㞿 㩣㭜 㥱䯺䀸 䯺㿜㲄䯺㕨䀸 㗨㿏㿏䱝 䀸䯺㩣䎑 㭜㥱䯺㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㰃䜹㱎䎑 㲄䜹䒪㿜䎑 䝾㱎䯺䱝㭜 䎑㩣㥯㩣䱝㿏 㱎㿏㥯㿏㿜䯺㭜㩣䜹䱝 㭜䜹 㭜㥱㿏 䄄䯺㩣㭜㥱䄄䒪㿜䡬 㺲䜹 㱎㿏䅎㿏㩣㥯㿏 㭜㥱㿏 㰃䜹㱎䎑’䀸 㱎㿏㥯㿏㿜䯺㭜㩣䜹䱝 䯺䱝䎑 䄄䒪㿜䄄㩣㿜㿜 㭜㥱㿏 㰃䜹㱎䎑’䀸 㲄㩣㿜㿜 㩣䀸 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹䀸㭜 㩣㤐䳏䜹㱎㭜䯺䱝㭜 㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㿏 㿏㕨㿏䀸 䜹䄄 䀸䜹㤐㿏 㗨㿏㿜㩣㿏㥯㿏㱎䀸䡬
㺲㥱㩣䱝䆊㩣䱝䝾 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㩣䀸㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䀸㩣䝾㥱㿏䎑 䯺䱝䎑 㭜㥱㿏䱝 㿜㿏䄄㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㱎䜹䜹㤐 㲄㥱㿏㱎㿏 㭜㥱㿏 䳏㥱䜹䱝㿏 㲄䯺䀸 䳏㿜䯺䅎㿏䎑䡬 䞬㿏㑣㭜㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䱝㿏㿏䎑㿏䎑 㭜䜹 㗨㿏 䅎䯺㱎㿏䄄䒪㿜㞿 䅎㱎䜹䀸䀸㩣䱝䝾 㭜㥱㿏 㗨䯺䅎䆊㕨䯺㱎䎑 — 㗨㿏䅎䯺䒪䀸㿏 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㲄䯺䀸 䅎䒪㱎㱎㿏䱝㭜㿜㕨 䎑䜹㩣䱝䝾 㿜䯺䒪䱝䎑㱎㕨 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㿏 㕨䯺㱎䎑䡬
㰃㩣䄄㿏䅎䒪㱎
䀸䀸䳏䯺
䄄䀸䅎䒪䒪㿏䅎㕨㿜㿜䀸䀸
䄄䜹
䱝䜹㿏㞿䎑䅎㭜㩣㿏㭜
㭜䜹
䱝䱝䒪
䀸䯺㲄
㿏䝾㱎㿏㕨䱝
䎑㱎䡬䝾㿏䯺㩣䱝
䎑䎑㿏㿏㿏䱝
㿏䀸㥱
䄄㭜㿏䭹㱎
㱎㤐䜹䜹
㿏㱎㿜䎑㿏
—
㿏㱎䄄㕨㿜㿜䒪䅎䯺
㿜䀸䯺䜹
䳏䯺䀸䀸
䜹䒪㲄䎑㿜
㿏䯺䀸䅎䒪㗨㿏
㱎䒪䝾㭜㥱䜹㥱
䯺
㕨㗨
䯺
㿜’㿏㱎䀸䯺㭜㥱䜹㭜㘝
䱝䝾㩣䀸䳏㿏䎑䱝
㱎㱎䅎㱎䜹㩣䎑䜹
㿜䜹㭜
䝾㥯䯺䱝䎑㩣䜹㩣
㭜㥱㿏
㿜䜹䝾䱝
㱎㿏㥱㲄㿏
㿏㭜㥱
㺲㥱㿏 䜹䱝䅎㿏 ‘䦮䜹㱎䱝㩣䱝䝾 䆷㭜䯺㱎 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㿏 䳚䯺㲄䱝’ 䱝䜹 㿜䜹䱝䝾㿏㱎 䀸㥱䜹䱝㿏 㗨䒪㭜 㥱䯺䎑 㭜䒪㱎䱝㿏䎑 㩣䱝㭜䜹 䯺 ‘䳚䒪䀸㭜 䆷㭜䯺㱎’ 㱎䜹㿜㿜㩣䱝䝾 䜹䱝 㭜㥱㿏 䝾㱎䜹䒪䱝䎑䡬
㺲㥱㿏 㱎㿏䯺䀸䜹䱝 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 㥱䯺䎑 㭜䜹 㗨㿏 䀸䜹 䅎䯺䒪㭜㩣䜹䒪䀸 㲄䯺䀸 㭜㥱䯺㭜 㭜䜹䎑䯺㕨 㭜㥱㿏 㿏㿜䎑㿏㱎 䱝䒪䱝 䯺䀸䀸㩣䝾䱝㿏䎑 㥱㿏㱎 㭜㥱㿏 㭜䯺䀸䆊 䜹䄄 䅎㿜㿏䯺䱝㩣䱝䝾 㭜㥱㿏 䅎㥱䯺䳏㿏㿜’䀸 䄄㿜䜹䜹㱎 䜹䱝䅎㿏䡬
䱝䅎㥱㿏㱎㥱㿏䄄䜹㭜
䅎䯺㭜
䅎㥱㿜䀸’䯺䳏㿏
䯺䱝
㞿䀸䀸㿏㭜䒪䱝
䯺㿜㕨䳏㩣㥱䳏
㥱㺲㿏
䀸䆊㭜䯺
䜹㿜䯺䀸
㱎䅎㿏䎑㿏㿏䎑
䱝䜹
㭜㥱㱎㿏㿏
㥱㭜㿏
䅎㿜㿏䯺䱝㩣䝾䱝
㱎䄄㿜䜹䜹
㗨㿏
䎑㲄䜹㿜䒪
㥱㿏䆷
䎑䱝䯺㩣㿏䀸䝾䀸
㗨㿏
㗨㕨
䯺䱝㿏䅎㿜
䯺䱝㲄’㭜䀸
㩣䄄
䜹䄄
㿜䒪㲄䜹䎑
䀸㩣䎑䯺
㥱㭜㭜䯺
㥱㩣䀸㭜
䱝䒪䱝
䱝㩣䱝䎑㿏䡬㱎
䯺㭜㭜㥱
䀸䎑㩣䯺
䱝䎑䯺
䜹㭜
㭜㩣
㲄䀸䯺
㭜㿏㥱
䜹䄄
䎑㱎㿏㿜㿏
㿏䳏䱝㿏䅎䯺䱝
䒪䄄䡬㩣㰃䅎㿏㱎
䮪㿏㱎㥱䯺䳏䀸 㲄㥱㿏䱝 㭜㥱㿏㕨 㱎㿏䝾䯺㱎䎑㿏䎑 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䯺䀸 䯺 䳏㩣㭜㩣䄄䒪㿜 䅎㥱㩣㿜䎑 㲄㥱䜹 㥱䯺䎑 㿏䀸䅎䯺䳏㿏䎑 䄄㱎䜹㤐 䯺 㗨㱎䒪㭜䯺㿜 䯺䎑䒪㿜㭜㞿 㭜㥱㿏㕨 㲄䜹䒪㿜䎑䱝’㭜 㥱䯺㥯㿏 㭜㥱㿏 㥱㿏䯺㱎㭜 㭜䜹 㭜㱎㿏䯺㭜 㥱㿏㱎 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㲄䯺㕨 — 㗨䒪㭜 䱝䜹㲄 㭜㥱䯺㭜 㭜㥱㿏㕨 㥱䯺䎑 㱎㿏䅎㿏㩣㥯㿏䎑 䎑㩣㥯㩣䱝㿏 㱎㿏㥯㿏㿜䯺㭜㩣䜹䱝㞿 㿏䀸䳏㿏䅎㩣䯺㿜㿜㕨 㭜㥱㿏 㿏㿜䎑㿏㱎 䱝䒪䱝㞿 㭜㥱㿏㩣㱎 䯺㭜㭜㩣㭜䒪䎑㿏 㭜䜹㲄䯺㱎䎑䀸 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 㗨㿏䅎䯺㤐㿏 䀸䜹㤐㿏㲄㥱䯺㭜 䀸䒪㗨㭜㿜㿏䡬
䛛㥯㿏䱝 㭜㥱䜹䒪䝾㥱 㭜㥱㿏㕨 㥱㿏㿜䎑 㭜㥱㿏 㤐㿏䯺䱝䀸 㭜䜹 䳏䒪䱝㩣䀸㥱 䯺䱝䎑 㱎㿏䀸㭜㱎㩣䅎㭜 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䱝䜹㲄 㭜㥱㱎䜹䒪䝾㥱 㭜㥱㿏 䀸㥱䯺䅎䆊㿜㿏䀸㞿 㲄㥱㿏䱝㿏㥯㿏㱎 㭜㥱㿏㕨 㿜䜹䅎䆊㿏䎑 㿏㕨㿏䀸 㲄㩣㭜㥱 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㞿 㭜㥱㿏 㿏㿜䎑㿏㱎 䱝䒪䱝 㲄䜹䒪㿜䎑 䯺㥯㿏㱎㭜 㥱㿏㱎 䝾䯺㹕㿏 䯺䱝䎑 䅎䜹䱝㭜㩣䱝䒪㿏 㱎㿏䅎㩣㭜㩣䱝䝾 㗨㩣㗨㿜㩣䅎䯺㿜 䀸䅎㱎㩣䳏㭜䒪㱎㿏䀸䡬
㭜㿏㥱
㩣䱝
䯺䎑㥱
䜹䄄
㲄㥱㩣㭜
㩣㿜䱝䄄㿏㿏䝾
䱝’䀸㤐䜹䀸㿏䜹㿏
䱝䒪㱎㿏䎑
䱝䀸䄄㿜㩣䅎䜹䅎㭜
䯺䱝䎑
㗨㿏㿜㿏㞿䀸㩣䄄
䜹㿏䱝䅎
㩣㥱㭜㲄
㞿䤺㿜㿏㿜
㥱㭜㿏
䎑㿏㤐䜹䱝
㩣㿏㭜㤐
䯺䱝䝾㿏㿜䀸
䒪䳏
㥱㭜㿏
㕨䯺㤐䱝
㿜㱎㩣㿏㿜䝾䱝㿏㗨
䝾㥱䜹㥱㭜㿜䭹䒪
㭜㥱㿏
䯺䱝㿜䡬䀸䡬䡬䅎
㩣䎑䀸䅎㩣䯺㿏䎑㤐䱝㱎㭜㩣
㭜䀸䱝䝾㩣䯺䯺
䱝㤐㱎㿏㿏䎑㩣䎑
㱎䄄䜹䜹
㠌䱝
㿏㤐㱎䄄䜹㱎
䜹䄄
㿏㭜㩣㥱㱎
㭜㥱㿏㿏㱎
㩣䝾䯺䯺䱝
㿏㱎㿏㲄
䎑䱝䯺
㕨䱝䯺
䱝㭜㩣䜹
䯺䀸㿏䝾䱝㿜
䝾㩣䱝㿏㥯
㕨㗨
㿏㥱㭜
䎑䱝䀸㿏䜹㤐
㱎㿏㭜䯺䄄
㿜㿜䯺䄄䱝㩣䝾
㿜㿏㿜䡬䤺
㿜㩣䝾䱝㥯㩣
䱝䯺㥯㿏㭜㩣
㿏㰃㩣䅎䒪䄄㱎
䀸䅎㞿㿏䯺
㿏㱎㲄㿏
㕨㿏㥱㭜
䀸㿜㩣㿜㭜
䀸㩣䯺㥯㱎䜹䒪
“㺲㥱㩣䀸 㩣䀸 䀸㩣㤐䳏㿜㕨 㭜㥱㿏 㲄䜹㱎䀸㭜 䀸㩣㭜䒪䯺㭜㩣䜹䱝䡬䡬䡬 㠌’㿜㿜 䝾䜹 㭜䯺䆊㿏 䯺 䱝䯺䳏䡬” 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䀸㩣䝾㥱㿏䎑㞿 䯺 䀸䜹㤐㿏㲄㥱䯺㭜 䎑㿏䄄㿏䯺㭜㩣䀸㭜 㭜㥱䜹䒪䝾㥱㭜 䄄䜹㱎㤐㩣䱝䝾 㩣䱝 㥱㿏㱎 㤐㩣䱝䎑䡬
“䞬䜹 㲄䯺㕨㱬 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㱬”
㭜䋬䒪䀸
䯺㲄䀸
䎑㱎䯺㲄䡬㱎䜹䄄
䀸䯺
㿜㿜㱎䅎䯺䜹
䜹䱝㭜
䄄㱎㤐䜹
㿏䎑㗨㗨㱎䝾䯺
㱎䄄㩣㰃䅎㿏䒪
䅎㩣䅎㥱䜹㿏
㿏㩣䱝㗨䎑㥱
㭜㗨䒪
㩣㰃䅎㱎䄄䒪㿏
㭜䅎䱝䎑㿏䒪㩣䜹䱝
㞿䜹㥯㤐㿏
䎑㥱䯺
䜹㭜
䱝㱎㿏䎑㭜䳏㿏
㥯㤐䝾䜹㩣䱝
䱝䜹
㿏㱎㥱
㱎㿏䯺㱎㿏䳏䳏䎑
㱎䯺㿏㥱
䜹㭜
—
㭜䜹
䯺䱝䎑
䤺䜹㲄㿏㥯㿏㱎㞿 䀸㥱㿏 㲄䯺䀸 䳏䒪㿜㿜㿏䎑 㗨䯺䅎䆊 㩣䱝 䯺䱝 㩣䱝䀸㭜䯺䱝㭜 — 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏㱬
㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㭜㩣㤐㿏 㥱䯺䎑 㱎䜹㿜㿜㿏䎑 䒪䳏 㥱㿏㱎 䀸㿜㿏㿏㥯㿏䀸 䯺䱝䎑 㲄䯺䀸 䀸㭜䯺㱎㩣䱝䝾 䯺㭜 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 㲄㩣㭜㥱 㥱㿏㱎 䯺㱎㤐䀸 䯺䆊㩣㤐㗨䜹㒻 “䞬䜹 䀸㿜䯺䅎䆊㩣䱝䝾 䜹䄄䄄㞿 䜹㱎 㭜㥱㿏 䱝䒪䱝 㲄㩣㿜㿜 䳏䒪䱝㩣䀸㥱 㕨䜹䒪 㲄㩣㭜㥱 䱝䜹 䎑㩣䱝䱝㿏㱎 㭜䜹䱝㩣䝾㥱㭜䡬”
㥱䆷䒪㭜”
䡬䡬䡬䒪䳏”
“㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㞿 㩣䄄 㕨䜹䒪 䎑䜹䱝’㭜 㿏䯺㭜 䎑㩣䱝䱝㿏㱎㞿 㕨䜹䒪㱎 㗨䜹䎑㕨 㲄䜹䱝’㭜 㗨㿏 䯺㗨㿜㿏 㭜䜹 㥱䯺䱝䎑㿜㿏 㩣㭜䡬” 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㲄㩣䎑㿏䱝㿏䎑 㥱㿏㱎 㿏㕨㿏䀸 䯺䱝䎑 㗨㿏䱝㭜 䎑䜹㲄䱝䡬
“䆷㥱䒪㭜 䒪䳏䡬䡬䡬”
䭹䀸”
㕨䯺䜹䎑䱝㩣㱎㱎
䄄㠌
䜹䒪㕨
㥱䀸㿜䒪䜹䎑
㭜㭜䀸䒪䱝䱝㱎㩣䝾㞿㩣䅎
䅎㱎䎑㩣㿜㥱䱝㿏䡬
䎑䱝㭜䜹’
㤐䅎㿏㿏㭜䳏㿜䜹
䯺㿏㞿㭜
㿜䯺㭜䜹㿏㥱㱎㘝㭜
㭜㿏㥱㱎㩣
䒪㕨䜹
䝾䜹䎑䜹
㱎㱬㲄䜹䆊”
䒪䜹㞿䀸㥱䀸㱎㿜䎑㿏
䯺䀸
䝾䜹䎑䜹
䭹
㕨䜹䒪
㱎㗨䎑㿏䯺㗨䝾
䳚”䜹
䀸㩣㕨㿏䜹㿜㱎䒪䀸
㥱㿏䯺䎑㱬㭜”
䒪㱎㿏䀸䱝㱬䱝㭜䎑䯺䎑
㥯㿏㿏䱝
㲄䱝䜹㞿
㭜䜹
㭜㩣
㩣㿏’㱎㰃䀸䒪䄄䅎
㿜㥱䅎㩣䎑
䜹䱝㭜
䒪䜹㿏㱎㕨’
䀸㩣
䯺䀸
㤐㥱㩣䝾㭜
䀸㱎䯺㥯㭜㿏
䆷㥱䒪㭜 䒪䳏䡬䡬䡬 䄄䜹㱎 䯺 䎍䒪㿏㿏䱝 䜹䄄 䤺㿏㿜㿜 㭜䜹 䀸㭜䯺㱎㥯㿏 㭜䜹 䎑㿏䯺㭜㥱䡬䡬䡬
“㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㞿 䯺㱎㿏 㕨䜹䒪 㿜㩣䀸㭜㿏䱝㩣䱝䝾䁐 䳚䜹 㕨䜹䒪 䆊䱝䜹㲄 㭜㥱䯺㭜 䱝䜹㭜 㿜㩣䀸㭜㿏䱝㩣䱝䝾 㭜䜹 䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎䀸 㩣䀸 㥯㿏㱎㕨 㱎䒪䎑㿏䁐 䡃㱎 㩣䀸 㭜㥱㿏㱎㿏 䀸䜹㤐㿏㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾 㕨䜹䒪’㱎㿏 䒪䱝㥱䯺䳏䳏㕨 䯺㗨䜹䒪㭜䁐 㠌䄄 䀸䜹㞿 㕨䜹䒪 䅎䯺䱝 㭜㿏㿜㿜 㤐㿏㞿 㥱䜹㲄 㿏㿜䀸㿏 䅎䯺䱝 㠌 䆊䱝䜹㲄 㩣䄄 㕨䜹䒪 䎑䜹䱝’㭜 䀸䯺㕨䁐 㵺㿏 䱝㿏㿏䎑 㭜䜹 㗨㿏 䝾䜹䜹䎑 䯺㭜 㱎㿏䄄㿜㿏䅎㭜㩣䱝䝾 䜹䱝 䜹䒪㱎䀸㿏㿜㥯㿏䀸䡬䡬䡬 㕨䜹䒪’㥯㿏 䎑㱎㩣䄄㭜㿏䎑 䜹䄄䄄 䯺䝾䯺㩣䱝㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㱬 䳚㩣䎑䱝’㭜 㠌 㭜㿏㿜㿜 㕨䜹䒪㞿 㲄㥱㿏䱝 㿜㩣䀸㭜㿏䱝㩣䱝䝾 㭜䜹 䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎䀸㞿 䳏䯺㕨 䯺㭜㭜㿏䱝㭜㩣䜹䱝㞿 㿜䜹䜹䆊 㩣䱝㭜䜹 㭜㥱㿏㩣㱎 㿏㕨㿏䀸㞿 㭜㥱䯺㭜’䀸 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹䀸㭜 㗨䯺䀸㩣䅎 䅎䜹䒪㱎㭜㿏䀸㕨㱬”
䒪䁐”䤺㥱㱬
㕨䯺㿏㱎㱬㿜䯺䎑
㭜㩣㲄㥱
㠌
㤐䁐㿏㱬
㭜䎑䱝㩣’䎑
㲄㱬䜹㱬䀸
㭜䜹
㭜㩣
㥱㵺㭜䯺
䜹㕨䒪
䱝㥯㿏㿏
㭜䜹
㿏䒪䅎㿏㱎㭜㿜
䳏䝾㩣
䜹㭜㕨
䜹㿌䒪
䜹䒪㿌
㩣㥱㱎䝾㭜
䆷䜹㭜䳏”
䜹䎑
㲄㭜䯺䱝
㥱㭜䆷䒪
㿏䜹㿏㱬㱎䄄㗨
䯺㥱㥯㿏
㱬䳏䒪㱬
“䞬䯺䝾㞿 䱝䯺䝾㞿 䱝䯺䝾㞿 㿜㩣䆊㿏 䯺 䄄㿜㕨㱬㱬” 䡃䱝 㭜㥱㿏 㥯㿏㱎䝾㿏 䜹䄄 䅎䜹㿜㿜䯺䳏䀸㩣䱝䝾㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎’䀸 䄄䯺䅎㿏 㭜䒪㱎䱝㿏䎑 䄄㿏㱎䜹䅎㩣䜹䒪䀸㞿 “䳚䜹 㕨䜹䒪 䆊䱝䜹㲄 㲄㥱䜹 㠌 䯺㤐㱬 㠌 䯺㤐 䜹䱝㿏 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㿏 䆷㿏㥯㿏䱝 䮪㩣㿜㿜䯺㱎䀸 㱎䒪㿜㩣䱝䝾 䤺㿏㿜㿜㞿 㭜㥱㿏 䯺㱎㱎䜹䝾䯺䱝㭜 䕄䒪㿏㿏䱝㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㱬㱬 㿌䜹䒪 䳏㩣䝾㱬㱬”
“䆷㥱䯺㑣䯺㱎䯺䀸㥱䯺㱬” 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 䀸䒪䎑䎑㿏䱝㿜㕨 䅎㿜䜹䀸㿏䎑 㥱㿏㱎 㿏㕨㿏䀸 䯺䱝䎑 䕄䒪㩣䅎䆊㿜㕨 䒪㭜㭜㿏㱎㿏䎑 䯺 㱎䯺䳏㩣䎑 䀸㿏㱎㩣㿏䀸 䜹䄄 䀸㕨㿜㿜䯺㗨㿜㿏䀸䡬
䎑㿏㱎䯺㿏䳏㞿䳏䯺
䱝㩣㩣㿜㱎䯺㿏䎑䯺䜹㑣㱎㕨㱎㭜
㿏㕨䡬㥯㥱䯺
䎑㗨䜹㕨
㭜㭜䀸䱝㕨㩣䯺䱝㿜
䯺㿜㿜㿜㕨㿏䀸㗨䀸
䀸䭹
‘㰃㱎䒪㿏䄄䅎㩣䀸
䅎㗨㤐㿏㿏䯺
䜹䜹䱝䀸
䯺䀸
㥱㿏䀸㿏㭜
䆷㥱㿏 㗨㿜㩣䱝䆊㿏䎑㞿 䄄㩣䱝䎑㩣䱝䝾 㥱㿏㱎䀸㿏㿜䄄 䯺㿜㱎㿏䯺䎑㕨 䀸㩣㭜㭜㩣䱝䝾 䜹䱝 㭜㥱㿏 䝾㱎䜹䒪䱝䎑 — 㩣䱝 䯺 䎑䒪䅎䆊䮉㿜㩣䆊㿏 䳏䜹䀸㭜䒪㱎㿏䡬 䤺㿏㱎 㥱䯺䱝䎑䀸 䯺䱝䎑 䱝㿏䅎䆊 㲄㿏㱎㿏 䱝䜹㲄 㗨䜹䒪䱝䎑 㗨㕨 䯺 㥱䒪䝾㿏 䅎㥱䯺㩣䱝䡬
㺲㥱㩣䀸 㲄䯺䀸 㭜㥱㿏 䯺㗨㩣㿜㩣㭜㕨 㞯䯺㗨㱎㩣㿏㿜 䝾㱎䯺䱝㭜㿏䎑 㭜㥱㿏 㭜㲄䜹 䱝䒪䱝䀸㞿 䜹䱝㿏 㗨㩣䝾 䯺䱝䎑 䜹䱝㿏 䀸㤐䯺㿜㿜㞿 㭜䜹 㤐䯺䱝䯺䝾㿏 㭜㥱㩣䀸 䎍䒪㿏㿏䱝 䜹䄄 䤺㿏㿜㿜䡬
䜹㱎㭜㿏㭜䯺㥱㿜㘝
㩣㿏䆊䱝䎑㿜
㭜䜹
㭜㿏㥱
䀸㩣㭜
䱝㩣䱝㿜䀸㭜㭜䯺㞿㕨
䯺㿏㥱䅎䀸䀸㿜䆊
㿏㩣㲄㿜㥱
䱝䜹㲄䎑
䱝䒪䱝
䅎䎑䜹䒪㿜
䀸㿏㱎䄄㿏㥱㿜
䅎䜹䎑䒪㿜
㭜䎑㩣䎑㿏䱝䯺㿏
㤐䒪䱝䜹䀸㤐
䅎䯺㥱䱝㩣䀸
㥱㿏㭜
㭜㥱㿏
㥱䯺㭜㭜
䎑㿜㿏㿏㱎
㤐䒪㤐䜹䀸䱝
䀸㿏䀸㞿㥱䆊䯺㿜䅎
㥱㱎䄄䀸㿏㿏㿜
䆊䯺㿏㤐
䆊㿏䱝㿏䝾㩣䳏
㿏㭜㿜䳏㤐㕨䅎䜹㿏㿜䡬
㭜㿏㥱
㺲㥱㿏 㭜㲄䜹 䱝䒪䱝䀸 㿏㥯㿏䱝 䅎䯺㿜㿜㿏䎑 㭜㥱㩣䀸 䯺㗨㩣㿜㩣㭜㕨 ‘㘝䜹㤐㤐䯺䱝䎑 䆷䳏㿏㿜㿜’䡬䡬䡬
䭹㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䅎䜹䒪㿜䎑䱝’㭜 䀸㭜䯺䱝䎑㞿 㥱㿏㱎 㗨䜹䎑㕨 䯺䀸 㩣䄄 䅎䜹㤐㤐䯺䱝䎑㿏䎑㞿 㿜㩣䆊㿏 䯺 䀸㩣䱝䱝㿏㱎㞿 䜹䱝㿜㕨 䯺㗨㿜㿏 㭜䜹 㿜䜹䜹䆊 䒪䳏 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㕨䜹䒪䱝䝾 䱝䒪䱝䡬
䯺㭜’䅎䱝
䒪”㿌䜹
䯺
䱝㱎䯺䝾㿏㞿
䯺䀸㕨
䅎㿏䱝䯺㩣㿏㭜䡬䳏
㿏㱎㥱
䜹䒪㕨
䝾㩣㥱㭜㱎”㿜䯺䁐
㭜䱝㩣䱝䜹䎑䒪㿏䅎
㥱㩣䅎㿜䎑㞿
㲄㩣㭜㥱
㥱䎑䯺
䜹䎑
㰃㞿䒪䅎䄄㿏㱎㩣
㿜䅎㱎㭜㿏䒪㿏
䱝㭜㿏㑣
㱎㭜㿏䯺䅎
㗨䒪㭜
㿏㭜㱎䀸㭜䜹䯺㥱㿜’㘝
㱬㩣㭜㤐㿏
㿜䯺䳏㤐㿏
㭜䀸㿜㿜㩣
䯺
㘟㿏
㱎䒪䎑㿏
㥱㿏䀸
䄄㿏䯺䅎
㤐䀸䒪㭜䱝㭜’
䅎䀸䒪㥱
㱎䜹䎑䀸㲄
䜹䄄
䯺㭜㭜㥱㱬
䝾䜹䎑䜹
㞯㱎㿏䯺㭜 㲄㩣㿜㿜 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㿏 䯺㗨㕨䀸䀸 䜹䄄 䤺㿏㿜㿜䡬䡬䡬
䆷䯺㥯㿏 㤐㿏䡬䡬䡬
㿜㑣㿏㥱㿏㞿䯺䎑
㭜䜹䒪
䱝䯺㗨䝾㱎㿏㭜㥱㩣
㲄䀸䯺
㿜㱬䀸䒪㿏䎑㕨䎑䱝
䀸㩣㥱
㿏㥱
㱎㩣䅎㿏䄄䒪㰃
䯺䱝䎑
䄄㩣
㿜䒪㿜䄄
䯺㿜䜹䀸
䀸䯺
㿜䀸㞿䜹䒪
䜹䄄
䯺䄄䅎㿏
㥱䡬䡬䱝䡬㭜㿏
㲄䱝䜹
㩣䀸㥱
㞿㩣㭜䯺㿏䝾䄄䒪
䡬䡬䡬
‘䆷䒪䎑䎑㿏䱝㿜㕨’ 㲄䯺䀸㞿 䜹䄄 䅎䜹䒪㱎䀸㿏㞿 䯺 䔙䜹䆊㿏䡬 㺲㥱㿏 䯺㱎㱎䜹䝾䯺䱝㭜 䄄㿏㤐䯺㿜㿏 㿏㤐䳏㿏㱎䜹㱎 䜹䄄 䤺㿏㿜㿜㞿 㿏㥯㿏䱝 㩣䄄 㥱㿏㱎 䳏㥱㕨䀸㩣䅎䯺㿜 㗨䜹䎑㕨 䎑㩣㿏䎑㞿 㥱㿏㱎 䀸䜹䒪㿜 䅎䜹䒪㿜䎑 㗨㿏 㱎㿏䀸䒪㱎㱎㿏䅎㭜㿏䎑 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㿏 䯺㱎㱎䜹䝾䯺䱝㭜 䳚㩣㥯㩣䱝㿏 䓖㿏䳏䜹䀸㩣㭜䜹㱎㕨 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㿏 䯺㗨㕨䀸䀸䡬
䀸㲄䯺
䯺㿏㿜㱎
㭜㩣
㩣䀸㥱
䜹㭜
䜹䒪㭜䱝䯺㩣䀸㭜㩣㞿
㭜䜹
䯺
䱝㱎㿏㭜䒪㱎
㿏㱎䱝䳏䀸㩣㿜䯺䜹㭜㕨
㿏䀸㿜䀸䱝䒪
䳏䀸㿏㿏㿏㭜㱎䎑䯺
㲄䯺㭜䱝
䎑㿜㲄䜹䒪
䀸䜹㿜䒪
㿜㿜㲄㩣
㭜䱝㿏㑣
䒪㘟㭜
㿏㭜㤐㞿㩣
䳏䯺䡬㩣䎑䳏㿏㱎䀸䯺
䯺䀸㱎㥱㿏䳏䳏
㭜䜹䱝
㱎䅎㿏㰃㩣䄄䒪
㭜㿏㥱
䀸䀸䯺䡬㕨㗨䡬䡬
㿏㥱
㱎㱎㭜䱝䅎㿏䒪
䜹㿏㱎㗨㱎䱝
㿏䱝㥱㵺
㭜㥱㿏
䒪㰃㩣䄄䅎㿏㱎
㩣䀸
䜹䄄
㘟䒪㭜 䔙䒪䀸㭜 䯺䀸 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㲄䯺䀸 䝾㿏㭜㭜㩣䱝䝾 㿏㑣䅎㩣㭜㿏䎑㞿 䀸䒪䎑䎑㿏䱝㿜㕨 㭜㥱㿏㱎㿏 㲄䯺䀸 㭜㥱㿏 䀸䜹䒪䱝䎑 䜹䄄 䯺 䅎䒪䳏 㗨㱎㿏䯺䆊㩣䱝䝾—䅎䜹㤐㩣䱝䝾 䄄㱎䜹㤐 㭜㥱㿏 㱎䜹䜹㤐 㲄㥱㿏㱎㿏 㭜㥱㿏 䜹㿜䎑 䱝䒪䱝 㲄䯺䀸 㱎㿏䯺䎑㩣䱝䝾䡬
㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㩣㤐㤐㿏䎑㩣䯺㭜㿏㿜㕨 䳏䒪㭜 䯺䀸㩣䎑㿏 㥱㿏㱎 㿜㿏䅎㭜䒪㱎㿏 㭜䜹 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㞿 㿜㩣䄄㭜㿏䎑 㭜㥱㿏 䱝䒪䱝’䀸 䀸䆊㩣㱎㭜㞿 䯺䱝䎑 㱎䯺䱝 㭜䜹㲄䯺㱎䎑䀸 㭜㥱㿏 㱎䜹䜹㤐—㭜㥱䯺䱝䆊䀸 㭜䜹 㭜㥱㩣䀸㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䄄㩣䱝䯺㿜㿜㕨 㤐䯺䱝䯺䝾㿏䎑 㭜䜹 䀸㭜䯺䱝䎑 䒪䳏㞿 㗨䒪㭜 㭜㥱㿏 䀸㥱䯺䅎䆊㿜㿏䀸 䯺㱎䜹䒪䱝䎑 㥱㿏㱎 䱝㿏䅎䆊 䯺䱝䎑 㥱䯺䱝䎑䀸 㥱䯺䎑䱝’㭜 䎑㩣䀸䯺䳏䳏㿏䯺㱎㿏䎑䡬
㥱䱝㭜㿏
㥱䆷㿏
䎑㿏㥱㩣䀸䝾
㿜㕨㲄䜹㿜䀸
䄄㲄䜹㿜䜹䡬㿏㿜䎑
䱝䯺䎑
㵺㥱㿏䱝 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䯺㱎㱎㩣㥯㿏䎑 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㱎䜹䜹㤐’䀸 䎑䜹䜹㱎㞿 䀸㥱㿏 䀸䯺㲄 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㥱䜹㿜䎑㩣䱝䝾 㭜㥱㿏 䄄䯺㿜㿜㿏䱝 䜹㿜䎑 䱝䒪䱝㞿 㲄㥱㩣㿜㿏 㗨㿏䀸㩣䎑㿏 㭜㥱㿏㤐 㲄㿏㱎㿏 㭜㥱㿏 㗨㱎䜹䆊㿏䱝 䅎䒪䳏 䯺䱝䎑 䀸䳏㿜䯺㭜㭜㿏㱎㿏䎑 㲄䯺㭜㿏㱎䡬
䭹㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜㞿 㭜㥱㿏 䜹㿜䎑 䱝䒪䱝 㥱䯺䎑 㥱㿏㱎 㿏㕨㿏䀸 㭜㩣䝾㥱㭜㿜㕨 䅎㿜䜹䀸㿏䎑㞿 㥱㿏㱎 㿏㑣䳏㱎㿏䀸䀸㩣䜹䱝 䳏䯺㩣䱝㿏䎑㞿 䯺䱝䎑 䀸㥱㿏 㱎㿏䯺䅎㥱㿏䎑 䒪䳏 㲄㩣㭜㥱 䄄䜹㱎䅎㿏 㭜䜹 䝾㱎䯺䀸䳏 㭜㥱㿏 䅎㿜䜹㭜㥱㿏䀸 䜹䱝 㥱㿏㱎 䅎㥱㿏䀸㭜䡬
㿏㱎䅎㰃䄄㩣䒪
㲄䀸㿜䜹㿜㕨
㥯䜹㱎㞿㿏
䝾䜹㲄䱝㱎
㿏䱝㞿㲄䎑䜹㱎䄄
“䀸㥱㭜㵺䯺’
㩣㲄㭜㥱
㲄䆊䝾䯺㩣㿜䱝
㿏㥱䁐㱎”
“㠌㭜 䀸㥱䜹䒪㿜䎑 㗨㿏 䯺䱝 䜹㿜䎑 䳏㱎䜹㗨㿜㿏㤐㞿” 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㥱䒪㱎㱎㩣㿏䎑㿜㕨 䀸䯺㩣䎑 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㭜㩣㤐㿏㞿 “䭹 䄄㿏㲄 㕨㿏䯺㱎䀸 䯺䝾䜹㞿 㭜㥱㿏 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎 䀸䒪䎑䎑㿏䱝㿜㕨 䀸㭜䯺㱎㭜㿏䎑 㥱䯺㥯㩣䱝䝾 䜹䅎䅎䯺䀸㩣䜹䱝䯺㿜 䯺䱝䝾㩣䱝䯺䡬 㘟䒪㭜 䯺䄄㭜㿏㱎 䀸㿏㿏㩣䱝䝾 䯺 䎑䜹䅎㭜䜹㱎 䯺䱝䎑 㭜䯺䆊㩣䱝䝾 㤐㿏䎑㩣䅎㩣䱝㿏 䅎䜹䱝㭜㩣䱝䒪䜹䒪䀸㿜㕨㞿 䀸㥱㿏 㥱䯺䀸䱝’㭜 㥱䯺䎑 䯺䱝 䯺㭜㭜䯺䅎䆊 䄄䜹㱎 㭜㥱㿏 䳏䯺䀸㭜 㕨㿏䯺㱎䡬”
“䡃㥱㞿 㱎㿏䯺㿜㿜㕨䁐 䞬䜹 㲄䜹䱝䎑㿏㱎 䀸㥱㿏 㿜䜹䜹䆊䀸 㿜㩣䆊㿏 䀸㥱㿏’䀸 䯺㗨䜹䒪㭜 㭜䜹 䎑㩣㿏㞿” 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䀸䒪䎑䎑㿏䱝㿜㕨 䀸䕄䒪㩣䱝㭜㿏䎑 㥱㿏㱎 㿏㕨㿏䀸䡬
䜹㿜㱎㿏䎑
㿏䀸㥱
㲄㥱䜹
䱝䒪䱝
䯺䀸㲄
䜹㗨䒪䎑䱝
㿜䱝㭜䯺䒪䯺㱎
㩣㭜
䜹㲄㥱
䡬䎑㿏㥱䯺㭜䡬䡬
䯺
䯺
㿏㥱㭜
㤐䯺㥱㱎
㞿㩣䀸䅎䯺䱝㥱
㕨㗨
㿜㿏㿜’䆷䡬䳏
㩣䄄
㞿㱎㩣䒪䄄䅎㰃㿏
㿏㥱㭜
㿜䱝䒪䜹㭜’䅎䎑
䯺㲄䀸
‘㘝䯺䜹㤐䎑㤐䱝
䜹㿏㿏䎑䀸䀸䀸䳏䀸
䜶䜹㱎
䱝㞿䡃㿜㕨
㭜㿜㩣䯺䅎㕨㥯㿏
“㠌 䔙䒪䀸㭜 㱎㿏㤐㿏㤐㗨㿏㱎㿏䎑㞿 㭜㥱㿏 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎’䀸 㤐㿏䎑㩣䅎㩣䱝㿏 䄄䜹㱎 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹䱝㭜㥱 䀸㿏㿏㤐䀸 㭜䜹 㗨㿏 䄄㩣䱝㩣䀸㥱㿏䎑㱬” 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 䀸䯺㩣䎑 㲄䜹㱎㱎㩣㿏䎑㿜㕨 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜㞿 “㠌 㲄䯺䀸 䀸䒪䳏䳏䜹䀸㿏䎑 㭜䜹 䝾㿏㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㤐㿏䎑㩣䅎㩣䱝㿏㞿 㗨䒪㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹䒪䱝㭜䯺㩣䱝 㱎䜹䯺䎑 㲄䯺䀸 㗨㿜䜹䅎䆊㿏䎑㞿 䅎䜹䒪㿜䎑䱝’㭜 䝾㿏㭜 㭜㥱㱎䜹䒪䝾㥱䡬䡬䡬 㭜㥱㿏 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎 㥱䯺䀸 䳏㱎䜹㗨䯺㗨㿜㕨 䀸㭜䜹䳏䳏㿏䎑 㭜䯺䆊㩣䱝䝾 㩣㭜 䄄䜹㱎 䀸㿏㥯㿏㱎䯺㿜 䎑䯺㕨䀸䡬”
㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䀸䱝㿏㿏㱎㿏䎑㞿 “䮪㱎䜹㗨䯺㗨㿜㕨 㭜㥱㩣䱝䆊㩣䱝䝾 㭜㥱䯺㭜 㥱䯺㥯㩣䱝䝾 䱝䜹 䯺㭜㭜䯺䅎䆊䀸 䄄䜹㱎 䯺 㕨㿏䯺㱎 㤐㿏䯺䱝䀸 㭜㥱㿏 㤐㿏䎑㩣䅎㩣䱝㿏 㩣䀸䱝’㭜 䱝㿏㿏䎑㿏䎑䡬䡬䡬 㲄㥱䯺㭜 䀸㥱㿏 䒪䀸䒪䯺㿜㿜㕨 㭜䯺䆊㿏䀸 㤐㩣䝾㥱㭜 㗨㿏 㥱䯺㱎䎑 䄄䜹㱎 㥱㿏㱎 㭜䜹 䯺䄄䄄䜹㱎䎑㞿 㱎㩣䝾㥱㭜䁐”
䡬㲄䜹䱝”䡬䡬䆊
㘝㿜㭜㿏䜹㥱㱎㭜䯺
䤺䜹㲄”
䡬㭜䒪䱝䱝䀸㿏䎑
䜹䎑
㕨䜹䒪
䯺㲄䀸
“䦮䯺㭜㭜㿏㱎䀸 㿜㩣䆊㿏 㭜㥱㩣䀸㞿 䯺䱝㕨䜹䱝㿏 㲄㩣㭜㥱 䯺 㗨㩣㭜 䜹䄄 㗨㱎䯺㩣䱝 䅎䜹䒪㿜䎑 㥱䯺㥯㿏 䄄㩣䝾䒪㱎㿏䎑 䜹䒪㭜㞿 䦮㩣䀸䀸 䮪㩣䝾㱬” 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䀸㥱㱎䒪䝾䝾㿏䎑㞿 “㺲㥱㩣䀸 䜹㿜䎑 㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾 㿜䜹䜹䆊䀸 㿜㩣䆊㿏 䀸㥱㿏 㲄䜹䱝’㭜 䀸䒪㱎㥯㩣㥯㿏 㭜㥱㿏 䱝㩣䝾㥱㭜㞿 㕨䜹䒪 䀸㥱䜹䒪㿜䎑 䳏㱎㿏䳏䯺㱎㿏 㭜䜹 㗨䒪㱎㕨 㥱㿏㱎㞿 䜹㱎 㿏㿜䀸㿏 㭜㥱㿏 䅎䜹㱎䳏䀸㿏 䀸㤐㿏㿜㿜 㤐㩣䝾㥱㭜 㗨㿏 䒪䱝㗨㿏䯺㱎䯺㗨㿜㿏䡬 䜶䜹㱎 㤐㿏㞿 㩣㭜’䀸 䱝䜹㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾㞿 㗨䒪㭜 䯺䀸 䄄䜹㱎 㕨䜹䒪䡬䡬䡬 㕨䜹䒪 䳏㱎䜹㗨䯺㗨㿜㕨 㲄䜹䱝’㭜 㗨㿏 䯺㗨㿜㿏 㭜䜹 䯺䎑䯺䳏㭜䡬”
“㠌 䅎䯺䱝’㭜 䎑䜹 㩣㭜㱬” 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 䀸㭜䜹䜹䎑 䒪䳏 㲄㩣㭜㥱 㱎㿏䎑 㿏㕨㿏䀸 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜㞿 “㠌 䅎䯺䱝’㭜 䎑䜹 㩣㭜㱬”
㕨䝾䆷䱝㩣䯺
䜹㱎㕨㤐䜹㭜㿜㿏䅎䅎
㲄䯺䎑㿜䆊㿏
㭜䯺㞿㥱㭜
䱝䒪䱝
䎑㿜䜹
䳏㿏㭜䀸
㕨㗨
㥱㭜㿏
䄄䜹㱎
䜹㭜
㲄䀸㩣㥱䅎㭜
䀸䯺㲄
㿜䳏㤐䜹䅎㿜㿏㭜㕨㿏
㱎㩣㱎䯺㕨䝾䅎䱝
㥱㭜㿏
䯺
㿏㥱䀸
㘝㥱㱎㞿㿏㿜䯺䜹㭜㭜
䝾䯺䝾㱎㿏䯺
䱝䝾㱎㭜䀸㩣䒪䳏䜹䳏
䒪䳏㞿
㿏䀸㥱
䯺㥱䎑
䜹䀸
㱎㿏䱝䳏䜹䀸
㿏䒪䱝㗨䯺㿜
㿏㕨㱎㥯
㿏㥱㱎䡬
㭜䯺䀸㞿䆊
㥱䒪㱎㱎㕨㿜㩣㿏䎑
㿏㥱㭜
㿏㿏䎑㥱䳏㿜
䯺
䳏㿏䀸㭜
㲄䯺䀸
—䯺䳏㕨㞿䒪䀸㥯䜹㗨㱎㿜㿏㩣䎑䜹䆊
䯺䎑䱝
㱎䯺䎑䜹㲄㭜䀸
㿏㤐䜹㥯
㭜䜹
㭜䜹
䎑㩣䄄䄄䒪㩣㭜㿜䅎
㱎㲄㿏㿏㥱
䮪㿏㱎㥱䯺䳏䀸 㗨㿏䅎䯺䒪䀸㿏 䀸㥱㿏 㲄䯺䀸 㭜䜹䜹 㲄䜹㱎㱎㩣㿏䎑 䯺㗨䜹䒪㭜 㭜㥱㿏 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎㞿 㭜㥱㿏 䅎㥱䯺㩣䱝䀸 㗨㩣䱝䎑㩣䱝䝾 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 㥱䯺䎑 䎑㩣䀸䯺䳏䳏㿏䯺㱎㿏䎑㞿 䯺䱝䎑 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 㲄䯺䀸 㥱䯺䳏䳏㕨 㲄㩣㭜㥱 㭜㥱㿏 䅎䜹㤐䄄䜹㱎㭜㞿 䯺 䄄䯺㩣䱝㭜 䀸㤐㩣㿜㿏 䜹䱝 㥱㿏㱎 䄄䯺䅎㿏 䯺䀸 䀸㥱㿏 䄄䜹㿜㿜䜹㲄㿏䎑 㗨㿏㥱㩣䱝䎑 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏䡬
㺲㱎䒪㿜㕨 㤐䜹㥯㩣䱝䝾䡬䡬䡬
䱝䜹䀸㿏’
䎑䀸㞿㱎㩣㥱䳏䯺㥱
㿏䒪䀸㭜㱎䝾䝾㿜
䄄䯺㱎㿏
㺲㿏㥱
㩣䱝
㥯㿏䱝㿏
㿏㗨䳏䒪㱬䯺㭜
䔙䀸䒪㭜
㿏䀸㥱
㥱䱝㿏㲄
䀸䎑䯺㿏䀸䱝䀸
䯺㥱䀸
㿜㭜䜹䀸
䜹㿜㿏㥯䎑
㭜䀸㩣㥱
㩣㿏㞿䯺䳏䎑䀸㱎
㿏㭜䅎䯺㱎㭜㑣
㕨䱝㭜䯺㥱䱝㩣䝾
䄄㤐㱎䜹
䯺䎑䱝
䱝䯺䎑
䱝䯺䅎
䯺
㭜䜹
䒪㥱㭜䝾㥱䜹
䱝䀸䜹’㿏
‘㩣䝾㱎㿜䀸
㿏䯺㤐䆊
䄄䯺䱝䅎㩣䝾
㿏䒪䱝㗨䯺㿜
㿏㭜㥱
䯺䜹㿜䀸
䯺
䜹㲄䱝
㩣㭜㿏䜹㕨䯺䳏㱎㤐㿜㱎
䱝䅎㿜䝾㿏䯺
䳏㿏㱎䀸䜹㲄㞿
㿜䯺㿜
䜹㤐䜹䎑
䳏㿏䎑䯺㱎㱎㞿㿏㭜䒪
㿏㥱㱎
㺲㥱㩣䀸 㤐㩣䝾㥱㭜 㗨㿏 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎’䀸 㥱䯺䳏䳏㩣㿏䀸㭜 䎑䯺㕨 䀸㩣䱝䅎㿏 䅎䜹㤐㩣䱝䝾 㭜䜹 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹䱝䯺䀸㭜㿏㱎㕨䡬
“㞯㩣㥯㿏 䒪䳏㞿 㕨䜹䒪 䅎䯺䱝’㭜 㥱㿏㿜䳏 㥱㿏㱎䡬 㠌䄄 㕨䜹䒪 㿜㿏䯺㥯㿏 㥱㿏㱎㿏㞿 㿏㥯㿏䱝 㩣䄄 㿏㥯㿏㱎㕨㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾 䝾䜹㿏䀸 㲄㿏㿜㿜㞿 㩣㭜 㤐䯺㕨 㭜䯺䆊㿏 䯺㭜 㿜㿏䯺䀸㭜 䯺䱝 㥱䜹䒪㱎㞿 㱎㩣䝾㥱㭜䁐 㠌䱝 㥱㿏㱎 䅎䒪㱎㱎㿏䱝㭜 䀸㭜䯺㭜㿏㞿 䀸㥱㿏 䅎䯺䱝’㭜 㥱䜹㿜䎑 䜹䒪㭜䡬”
㱎㩣㿏㭜䝾㭜䎑
㥱㱎䀸㥱䯺
㲄䡬䳏㥱㩣
㩣㿜䆊㿏
㥱㘝㱎䯺㿏㭜㭜㿜䜹
䎑㱎㿏
䝾㩣㥱㿜㭜䀸㕨㿜
䄄䜹
㿏䳏䎑䀸䯺㱎㩣
㕨㿏㿏䀸
㿏㥱㱎
䜹㩣㞿㤐䀸㭜
㿏㭜㞿㥱㭜㿏
䯺
㩣䀸’䅎㰃䒪䄄㿏㱎
㥱㿏㱎
䎑䜹㱎䀸㲄
䱝䯺䎑
㲄㱎㿏㿏
“䤺㿏㕨㞿 㿏㥯㿏䱝 㩣䄄 䀸㥱㿏 䎑㩣㿏䀸㞿 㩣㭜 䎑䜹㿏䀸䱝’㭜 䅎䜹䱝䅎㿏㱎䱝 㕨䜹䒪㞿 䎑䜹㿏䀸 㩣㭜䁐 㿌䜹䒪 㤐㩣䝾㥱㭜 㿏㥯㿏䱝 䎑㩣㱎㿏䅎㭜㿜㕨 㩣䱝㥱㿏㱎㩣㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹䱝䯺䀸㭜㿏㱎㕨䡬 㺲㥱䜹䒪䝾㥱 㩣㭜’䀸 㗨㱎䜹䆊㿏䱝㞿 㩣㭜’㿜㿜 㗨㿏 㕨䜹䒪㱎䀸 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㿏 䄄䒪㭜䒪㱎㿏㱬”
㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䀸䳏㿏䎑 䒪䳏 㭜㥱㿏㩣㱎 䀸㭜㿏䳏䀸 㭜䜹 䅎䜹㤐㿏 㩣䱝 䄄㱎䜹䱝㭜 䜹䄄 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏㞿 䀸䳏㱎㿏䯺䎑㩣䱝䝾 㗨䜹㭜㥱 㥱䯺䱝䎑䀸㞿 㭜㥱㿏䱝 㭜㲄㩣㱎㿜㩣䱝䝾 䯺䱝䎑 䎑䯺䱝䅎㩣䱝䝾㞿 “㠌㤐䯺䝾㩣䱝㿏㞿 䱝䜹 䜹䱝㿏 㭜䜹 㱎㿏䀸㭜㱎䯺㩣䱝 㕨䜹䒪㞿 䎑䜹 䯺䱝㕨㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾 㕨䜹䒪 㲄䯺䱝㭜㞿 䱝䜹 䱝㿏㿏䎑 㭜䜹 㱎㿏䅎㩣㭜㿏 㭜㥱䜹䀸㿏 㗨䜹㱎㩣䱝䝾 䯺䱝䎑 䱝䯺䒪䀸㿏䯺㭜㩣䱝䝾 㥱㕨㤐䱝䀸 㿏㥯㿏㱎㕨 䎑䯺㕨㞿 㥱䜹㲄 䎑㿏㿜㩣䝾㥱㭜䄄䒪㿜䡬䡬䡬 䯺㥱㞿 䄄㱎㿏㿏䎑䜹㤐㞿 㩣㭜’䀸 㱎㩣䝾㥱㭜 㗨㿏䄄䜹㱎㿏 㕨䜹䒪㱬”
㱎䎑㿏㿏䯺䱝㤐㩣
㥱䜹㘝㱎㿜䯺㭜㭜㿏
㲄㿜䆊䯺
㩣䱝㭜䒪䱝䱝䜹䅎㩣䝾
㞿㩣䱝㭜㿜䀸㿏
㭜䜹
㲄㱎䡬䎑䯺㱎䜹䄄
䕄㕨䒪㿜㩣䅎䆊
“㠌䀸 㩣㭜 䝾䒪㩣㿜㭜䁐 䓖㿏㿜䒪䅎㭜䯺䱝䅎㿏䁐 䡃㱎 㥱㕨䳏䜹䅎㱎㩣䀸㕨䁐” 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䀸䳏䜹䆊㿏 㲄㩣㭜㥱 䯺 䳏㿜䯺㕨䄄䒪㿜 㭜䜹䱝㿏㞿 “䜶䜹㱎䝾䜹㭜 㭜㥱䜹䀸㿏 䎑㩣㱎㭜㕨 㗨䜹䜹䆊䀸 䀸㿏䅎㱎㿏㭜㿜㕨 㥱㩣䎑䎑㿏䱝 䒪䱝䎑㿏㱎 㭜㥱㿏 㗨㿏䎑䁐 䡃㱎 㭜㥱㿏 㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾䀸 㕨䜹䒪 䎑㩣䎑 㭜䜹 㕨䜹䒪㱎䀸㿏㿜䄄 䀸䜹㤐㿏 䱝㩣䝾㥱㭜䀸䡬䡬䡬 㠌 䀸䯺㲄 㭜㥱㿏㤐㞿 㕨䜹䒪 䆊䱝䜹㲄䁐”
㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏’䀸 䳏䒪䳏㩣㿜䀸 䀸䒪䎑䎑㿏䱝㿜㕨 䅎䜹䱝㭜㱎䯺䅎㭜㿏䎑䡬
㲄㥱㩣㱎䀸䳏䀸㿏
䜹䄄
㥱㭜㿏
㥱㭜㿏
㞿䜹䱝
䯺䀸㲄
㲄䀸䯺
䄄䜹
㿏㿏䕄䒪䱝
䀸㥱㿏
䯺
䡬䎑㿏㥯䡬㿜䡬㩣
㿜㿜䡬䤺㿏
㭜㠌
㿏䆊㿜㩣
䭹㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜㞿 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 䔙䒪㤐䳏㿏䎑 䜹䱝㭜䜹 㭜㥱㿏 㿜䜹㲄 㱎䯺㩣㿜㩣䱝䝾 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㿏 䅎䜹㱎㱎㩣䎑䜹㱎㞿 㿜䯺䒪䝾㥱㿏䎑 㿜㩣䝾㥱㭜㿜㕨 㗨㿏䀸㩣䎑㿏 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏’䀸 㿏䯺㱎㞿 “䞬㿏㿏䎑 㤐㿏 㭜䜹 㱎㿏䳏㿏䯺㭜䁐 㵺㥱㿏䱝 㕨䜹䒪㱎 㥱䯺䱝䎑䀸㞿 䀸㿜䜹㲄㿜㕨㞿 䀸㿜䜹㲄㿜㕨㞿 䅎䯺㱎㿏䀸䀸 㕨䜹䒪㱎 䜹㲄䱝 㗨䜹䎑㕨㞿 䯺䱝䎑 㲄㥱㿏䱝 㭜㥱㿏 㗨䜹䎑㕨 㭜㱎㿏㤐㗨㿜㿏䀸㞿 㲄䯺䱝㭜㩣䱝䝾 㭜䜹 㤐䯺䆊㿏 䯺 䀸䜹䒪䱝䎑㞿 㗨䒪㭜 䯺䄄㱎䯺㩣䎑 䜹䄄 㗨㿏㩣䱝䝾 㥱㿏䯺㱎䎑 㗨㕨 㭜㥱㿏 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㿏 䱝㿏㑣㭜 㱎䜹䜹㤐㞿 㭜㥱䯺㭜 䄄㱎㩣䝾㥱㭜㿏䱝㿏䎑 㿜䜹䜹䆊䡬䡬䡬 㗨䜹㭜㥱 䀸䅎䯺㱎㿏䎑 䯺䱝䎑 䀸㥱䜹㲄㩣䱝䝾 䯺 䀸䯺㭜㩣䀸䄄㩣㿏䎑 㿏㑣䳏㱎㿏䀸䀸㩣䜹䱝 㗨㿏䅎䯺䒪䀸㿏 䜹䄄 㭜㥱㿏 䄄㿏㿏㿜㩣䱝䝾 䜹䄄 㗨㿏㭜㱎䯺㕨䯺㿜䡬 䆷䯺㲄 㩣㭜 䯺㿜㿜㞿 㕨䜹䒪 䆊䱝䜹㲄䡬䡬䡬 䯺㿜㿜 䜹䄄 㩣㭜䡬”
㺲㥱㿏 䀸䜹䒪䱝䎑 㲄䯺䀸 䝾㿏䱝㭜㿜㿏㞿 䔙䒪䀸㭜 㗨㿏䀸㩣䎑㿏 㭜㥱㿏 㿏䯺㱎䡬䡬䡬 䀸䒪䎑䎑㿏䱝㿜㕨 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎 㿜㩣䅎䆊㿏䎑 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏’䀸 㿏䯺㱎㞿 “㿌䜹䒪’㱎㿏 䄄䯺䱝㭜䯺䀸㩣㹕㩣䱝䝾 䯺㗨䜹䒪㭜 㤐㿏㞿 䯺㱎㿏䱝’㭜 㕨䜹䒪䡬䡬䡬 㕨䜹䒪 䳏㿏㱎㥯㿏㱎㭜䡬 㿌䜹䒪 䎑䜹䱝’㭜 㲄䯺䱝㭜 㭜䜹 㿜㿏㭜 㭜㥱㿏 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎 䆊䱝䜹㲄 㭜㥱㿏䀸㿏 㭜㥱㩣䱝䝾䀸㞿 䎑䜹 㕨䜹䒪䁐 㿌䜹䒪 䯺䅎㭜䒪䯺㿜㿜㕨 䎑䜹䱝’㭜 㲄䯺䱝㭜 㭜䜹 䎑㩣䀸䯺䳏䳏䜹㩣䱝㭜 㥱㿏㱎㞿 㱎㩣䝾㥱㭜䁐 㘟䒪㭜㞿 㩣䱝 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㲄䜹㱎㿜䎑㞿 䯺㿜㿜 䀸㿏䅎㱎㿏㭜䀸 㲄㩣㿜㿜 䒪㿜㭜㩣㤐䯺㭜㿏㿜㕨 㗨㿏 㩣㤐䳏䜹䀸䀸㩣㗨㿜㿏 㭜䜹 㥱㩣䎑㿏䡬䡬䡬 㗨䒪㭜 䜹䱝㿜㕨 㭜㥱㿏 䎑㿏䯺䎑 䅎䯺䱝䱝䜹㭜 䆊䱝䜹㲄䡬 㵍䱝䎑㿏㱎䀸㭜䯺䱝䎑䁐”
䎑㕨䒪䀸䱝䎑㿜㿏
䯺㥱䎑
㿜㿜䯺
㩣䄄
㭜㥱䯺㿏㱎㿜㭜䜹’䀸㘝
㗨㿏䱝㿏
䯺䀸
㱎㿏䡬䎑㩣䱝䎑䯺
䀸㭜㥱㭜䱝㿏㱎䝾
䎑㗨㕨䜹
㥱㿏㱎
㱎㿏䎑㞿䀸㥱㿏㩣㥯
“㺲㥱䯺㭜’䀸 㱎㩣䝾㥱㭜㞿 䔙䒪䀸㭜 㿜㩣䆊㿏 㭜㥱䯺㭜㞿 㩣㭜’䀸 䄄㩣䱝㿏 㭜䜹 䀸㭜䜹䳏䡬”
㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎’䀸 㥯䜹㩣䅎㿏 㲄䯺䀸 㿏㥯㿏䱝 䀸䜹䄄㭜㿏㱎 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜㞿 “䳚䜹䱝’㭜 㲄䜹㱎㱎㕨㞿 䔙䒪䀸㭜 䅎䜹䱝䀸㩣䎑㿏㱎 㩣㭜 䯺 䱝䯺㭜䒪㱎䯺㿜 䎑㿏䯺㭜㥱㞿 䯺䱝㕨㲄䯺㕨㞿 䀸㥱㿏’䀸 㱎㿏䯺䅎㥱㿏䎑 㭜㥱䯺㭜 䯺䝾㿏䡬䡬䡬 㭜㥱䜹䒪䝾㥱 㩣㭜’䀸 䯺䱝䱝䜹㕨㩣䱝䝾㞿 㠌 㤐䒪䀸㭜 䯺䎑㤐㩣㭜 㭜㥱䯺㭜 䝾㩣㥯㿏䱝 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎’䀸 䎑㿏㥯䜹㭜㩣䜹䱝㞿 䯺䄄㭜㿏㱎 䎑㿏䯺㭜㥱 䀸㥱㿏 㲄㩣㿜㿜 䝾䜹 㭜䜹 䤺㿏䯺㥯㿏䱝䡬䡬䡬 㭜㥱䯺㭜 䝾䒪㕨 㲄㩣㿜㿜 䳏㱎䜹㗨䯺㗨㿜㕨 㿜㩣䆊㿏 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎’䀸 䀸䜹䒪㿜㞿 㱎㩣䝾㥱㭜䁐 㵺㥱䯺㭜 㱎㿏䯺䀸䜹䱝 䎑䜹 㕨䜹䒪 㥱䯺㥯㿏 㭜䜹 䀸㭜䜹䳏 㥱㿏㱎 䄄㱎䜹㤐 䝾䜹㩣䱝䝾 㭜䜹 䤺㿏䯺㥯㿏䱝䁐”
䳏—䯺㱬—㿜䆷
㺲㥱㿏 䅎㱎㩣䀸䳏 䀸䜹䒪䱝䎑 䜹䄄 䯺 䀸㿜䯺䳏䡬
㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㲄䯺䀸 㿜䜹㲄㿏㱎㩣䱝䝾 㥱㿏㱎 㥱㿏䯺䎑 䯺㭜 㭜㥱㩣䀸 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜 㗨䒪㭜 㥱䯺䎑 䯺㿜㱎㿏䯺䎑㕨 㱎䯺㩣䀸㿏䎑 㥱㿏㱎 㥱䯺䱝䎑—䯺㭜 㭜㥱㿏 㤐䜹㤐㿏䱝㭜 䜹䄄 㱎䯺㩣䀸㩣䱝䝾㞿 䀸㥱㿏 䀸㿜䯺䳏䳏㿏䎑 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎’䀸 䅎㥱㿏㿏䆊㞿 㤐䯺䆊㩣䱝䝾 䯺 㱎䯺㭜㥱㿏㱎 䅎㱎㩣䀸䳏 䀸䜹䒪䱝䎑䡬
䄄㱎㰃㿏䅎䒪㩣
䎑㹕䎑㞿㿏䯺
㿏㥱㱎
䀸䯺㲄
䯺
䅎䜹㩣㥯㱎㿏䝾䱝
䱝㿏䀸㩣㭜㩣㕨㥯䅎㿜㩣㭜䱝
䆊䡬㿏䅎㥱㿏
㩣㭜㗨
㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 㭜㥱㿏䱝 㱎䯺㩣䀸㿏䎑 㥱㿏㱎 㥱㿏䯺䎑㞿 㿏㕨㿏䀸 䄄㩣㿜㿜㿏䎑 㲄㩣㭜㥱 㭜㿏䯺㱎䀸㞿 㿜䜹䜹䆊㩣䱝䝾 䎑㩣䀸䯺䳏䳏䜹㩣䱝㭜㿏䎑㿜㕨 䯺㭜 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㞿 㥱㿏㱎 㥯䜹㩣䅎㿏 㥱䜹䯺㱎䀸㿏 䀸䯺㩣䎑㞿 “㿌䜹䒪䡬䡬䡬 㥱䯺㥯㿏 䱝㿏㥯㿏㱎 㗨㿏㿏䱝 㿜䜹㥯㿏䎑㞿 㥱䯺㥯㿏 㕨䜹䒪䡬”
㵺㩣㭜㥱 㭜㥱䯺㭜㞿 㘝㥱䯺㱎㿜䜹㭜㭜㿏 䀸㭜䜹䳏䳏㿏䎑 䳏䯺㕨㩣䱝䝾 䯺㭜㭜㿏䱝㭜㩣䜹䱝 㭜䜹 㰃䒪䅎㩣䄄㿏㱎㞿 䅎䯺㱎㱎㕨㩣䱝䝾 㭜㥱㿏 䜹㿜䎑 䦮䜹㭜㥱㿏㱎㞿 䯺䱝䎑 䕄䒪㩣䅎䆊㿜㕨 㲄䯺㿜䆊㿏䎑 㭜䜹㲄䯺㱎䎑 㭜㥱㿏 䝾䯺㱎䯺䝾㿏䡬
䄄䒪㿏䅎㩣㰃㱎
㭜㥱㿏
䀸䆊㕨
㿏䜹䎑䜹㿜䆊
㱎䯺㿏䀸㩣䎑
䜹㥯㿏”㰃
㗨㿜㩣䆊㿏㞿䱝䎑
㿏㥱㱎
䯺
䀸㿏㥱
㿏䄄䯺㱎㭜
㥱䎑䯺㞿㿏
㞿㱎㥱㿏
㭜䜹䱝
㿜㭜䀸㿜㩣
䒪䳏
㞿䅎㿏㥱䆊㿏
㲄㥱㭜䡬䯺䱝䡬㭜䡬䜹
䅎㿏䎑䜹㥯㿏㱎
“㿏㿏䱝㿏䡬䎑䎑
㭜䯺
䱝䯺䎑
㿏䱝㗨㥱㩣䎑
㥱㿜㿏㲄㩣
㱎㥱㿏
￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥
䮪䆷㒻 䎩䘂㟘䬆䬆䧐
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