Chapter 968: Chapter 12: Lost (Part 2)
Mom.
In every sense, it’s a very weighty title—for a mom, the corresponding title is naturally “child.”
A mother can’t possibly remain indifferent upon seeing her child—especially if it’s a lost child, she would be even more anxious.
However, the woman being hugged by this child at the moment clearly did not show such a reaction.
She merely looked down at this child, her lips slightly parted, appearing quite surprised.
“Is this your child?” The guard seemed somewhat unable to react, but like Song Ying, had noticed the resemblance between the child and the foreign young man.
“This isn’t my child.” The woman finally spoke, shaking her head. Yet she also carefully observed the child’s face, feeling a strange sensation in her heart—an odd feeling, “But he…”
She then turned to look at the foreign young man beside her.
The young man seemed to realize something as well, shaking his head in confusion.
The woman squatted down and reached out to hold the child’s hand, “Kiddo, what’s your name?”
“Paul.” The child answered crisply.
Oh, my God, the child finally spoke—no matter how much the guards and Song Ying had tried, they couldn’t make the child speak before this.
If she weren’t his real mother, how could he be so obedient?
“Qiao An?” Another female guard who had been sitting at a desk suddenly exclaimed, then stood up, “You’re Qiao An, right? I recognized you! I’m a fan of yours! The movie you starred in last year was amazing!”
“I… thank you.” The woman seemed ready to deny it but eventually admitted, taking off her amber-tinted sunglasses.
She had a very delicate, typical eastern beauty face, and perhaps because of youth, showed little sign of makeup embellishment.
“It really is you!” The female guard was so excited she forgot the occasion, rushing over to Qiao An and grabbing her hands, “Could I take a photo with you for keepsake?”
Qiao An helplessly glanced at the foreign young man beside her, saw him nod slightly, and said, “I suppose that’s fine… But shouldn’t we sort out the child’s situation first?”
“Oh, right!” The female guard nodded, then asked, “So this child really is yours? Then his father…”
The female guard instinctively looked at the foreign young man, eyes wide, ready to say something that anyone could guess.
“No, this child really isn’t mine.” Qiao An shook her head, “I don’t know why he calls me that, but I hope everyone won’t take it seriously.”
“I understand, Miss Joanne.” The first guard hurriedly grabbed the female guard, “We won’t say anything inappropriate. And this guy just started, so he might not understand the etiquette, hope you don’t mind.”
They were just airport guards, not special forces, and if they got a plaint, especially from a celebrity, it would be troublesome.
“Anyway, we must figure this out.” Finally, the foreign young man spoke, “We can’t let Joanne get into trouble; it would affect her. I hope you all understand.”
Saying this, the young man also looked at Song Ying and Luo Qiu politely, “I hope you two can understand as well.”
Song Ying’s train of thought—this female star is afraid of scandals affecting her career, and the foreign young man is protecting her, though his attitude is quite good.
As one of the figures in the Song Dynasty Group, seeing a local celebrity now and then, even royal family members, is not unmon, so Song Ying wasn’t particularly interested in such matters.
“Handle it however you like, it’s none of my business, and I’m not interested.”
She directly shook her head, clearly stating her stance, “Anyway, wouldn’t it be easy to clear things up? Since this child said his name, why not broadcast it? The parents probably are anxiously looking, won’t the truth be out then?”
“Yes, yes! How did I forget that? I’ll take care of it right away!” The guard quickly nodded.
The airport’s public announcement soon blared out. Nearby, Qiao An and the foreign young man sat down, and Song Ying was about to leave, but saw Luo Qiu pouring a cup of warm water for Paul.
On such a cold day, with so many people around, no one thought to offer this child a cup of water… Song Ying suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
Since Qiao An had directly denied being Paul’s mother, she was keeping a distance from Paul—leaving Paul sitting on the chair all by himself.
But soon, the child hopped off the chair, took off his backpack—a cartoonish school bag he had been carrying all along.
A sketchbook and crayons.
Paul lay on the chair and started coloring with crayons—beside him, the two guards had already begun the broadcast announcement.
These two guards probably noticed “an enthusiastic person” was already caring for Paul, so they enthusiastically surrounded Qiao An.
“What kind of people are these…” Song Ying frowned, clearly disapproving of such people.
She leaned against the wall, shook her head, exhaling with irritation, then looked over at Luo Qiu. She saw he wasn’t saying anything either, just standing quietly by Paul’s side, watching what he was drawing.
Song Ying curiously glanced over.
It was just simple drawings.
Kids of kindergarten age all seem to draw like this.
A circle with rays symbolizing the sun, green grass underneath, a few flowers beside it, oversized like houses, between them were two people, hand in hand.
Probably it’s Paul and his mother?
“Why are there only two people?” Song Ying noticed something, crouching beside Paul out of curiosity, asking softly, “Paul, right… your dad? Why only draw your mom?”
She was genuinely curious.
Unexpectedly, after this question, Paul put down his crayon, covered his ears in terror, crouching to shiver on the ground.
“I-I didn’t do anything wrong!” Song Ying hurriedly stood up in a panic, spreading her hands and looking at Luo Qiu, “I only asked a question, isn’t that a bit much? What to do?”
“Let me.” Luo Qiu softly said, picking up the sketchbook from the chair, glancing at it.
Then he looked at the crayon box, picked out an orange one, and crouched next to Paul, “Aren’t you going to color the sun?”
Paul didn’t react, still covering his ears tightly.
Luo Qiu gently said, “If the sun isn’t colored, it will be cold, then you and your mom on the grass will get cold too, aren’t you afraid of the cold?”
The child gradually released his hands from his ears, opened his eyes, and timidly nodded.
Luo Qiu handed the sketchbook and crayons back to Paul.
Once Paul took them, he lay back on the chair, continuing to color with crayons, while Luo Qiu quietly watched.
It really does take someone with a good temper… Song Ying thought, people like her are not great with kids.
This guy, when he has kids in the future, should be a great father… right?
Song Ying suddenly seemed a bit distracted.
…
Qiao An, on the other side, was actually constantly watching this child — at least from the corner of her eye.
The two guards were occasionally asking some gossip questions, and Qiao An would respond sporadically. Overall, she wasn’t overly enthusiastic; perhaps this was to maintain her image as a public figure.
“Sorry, let me excuse myself for a moment, I need to go to the bathroom.” Qiao An suddenly said, “I’ll just touch up my makeup while I’m at it.”
The foreign youth next to her thought to himself that Qiao An had just gone shortly after getting off the plane.
But he quickly realized that this might be a way to escape these ‘enthusiastic’ guards.
“I’ll go with you.” The foreign youth smiled slightly.
Qiao An replied, “No need, if the child’s parents e by later, you can testify.”
Thinking about it, the foreign youth quickly nodded.
Regarding Qiao An’s temporary departure, the two guards didn’t say much — or perhaps they realized that their ‘enthusiasm’ might have been somewhat inappropriate.
The two guards awkwardly remained silent, and the security room suddenly became quiet.
At this moment, a child’s song suddenly echoed — a childish voice.
Paul was humming an unknown tune to himself while scribbling on his drawing.
It was quite a pleasant song… at least Song Ying thought so. Moreover, the child’s singing sounded exceptionally crisp, adding a unique flavor.
“This song…”
But at this moment, the seated foreign youth suddenly approached, looking surprised… or rather, incredulous, even appearing somewhat excited.
He ignored everyone else and directly grabbed the child’s painting arm, “This song, where did you hear it?!”
Perhaps the foreign youth’s demeanour was too frightening, as it scared the child back into his previously fearful state.
“This…” The foreign youth began regretting his actions.
“Is the song important?” Luo Qiu suddenly asked.
The foreign youth turned red with embarrassment.
Luo Qiu ignored him and merely picked up the crayons that the child had dropped in his panic, then held the child up, whispering, “Let’s go over there, it’s more fortable to sit.”
It was the seat where the guards worked.
Seeing Luo Qiu soothing the child, Song Ying frowned and looked at the foreign youth, unhappily saying, “What’s wrong with you? Scaring a child like that?”
“Sorry, I really didn’t mean to.” The foreign youth apologized, then glanced at Paul, looking like he was struggling to speak. “It’s just… the song the child was humming…”
“What’s wrong with the song? I think it sounds good. Is there a problem?”
The foreign youth looked at everyone, probably realizing that without an explanation, their anger wouldn’t be appeased, he sighed, “Frankly, I’m a poser. The song this child was humming… this song…”
“Is there a problem with this song?” a guard curiously asked.
The foreign youth gritted his teeth, “I’m writing a new song, but I’ve only written the beginning, and I can’t write further no matter what. But the song this kid was humming… in the beginning is exactly like mine. But the rest… how is it possible! I wrote less than one third of it!”
“Could it be what’s called creative coincidence?” The female guard quickly reacted, “Doesn’t that happen often? Like those TV dramas, nine out of ten are almost the same script… As for songs, many have similar beginnings.”
“Perhaps.” The foreign youth could only nod.
He understood that if he held onto this child, it would already be a moral issue. But his heart was unwilling; no matter how coincidental, it couldn’t be pletely identical, right… Just the beginning part.
And the style!
The style that the child hummed after the initial part was unmistakably familiar… it felt as if it was something he had personally created!
Despite calming the scene, the foreign youth probably felt ashamed, and staying seemed awkward, so he quickly said, “I… I’ll also go wash my face, excuse me.”
After the foreign youth left, the female guard suddenly said in a low voice, “Why did both of them make excuses to leave?”
“Who knows…” The male guard shrugged and then glanced over.
His hand was placed under the table, holding a phone — on the phone, there were numerous photos of Qiao An’s foreign youth and the child Paul.
The female guard opened her mouth, and the male guard quickly gestured for silence, “Don’t say anything!”
She could only nod — as a newer, she dared not offend the veteran in front of her.
“But it’s strange, hasn’t the broadcast been going on for a while? Why hasn’t anyone e to claim the child?” The female guard puzzled, “The main station also has no news; haven’t they asked… Is it possible this child is really Qiao An and the foreigner’s?”
“Hmm… They indeed do resemble.” The male guard stared at the photos on his phone screen.
…
…
“…There is a child named Paul in security room 47, about seven years old, please, if his parents hear the broadcast, immediately contact the staff.”
Han Bingjiang suddenly stopped, looking at Qiao An beside him, “Paul, it’s your child’s name, right? So it was in room 47; no wonder we didn’t find him earlier. So those two went to room 47. Let’s hurry over, Miss Joanne?”
“Alright.” Qiao An seemed to have put down her worries, and a smile appeared on her face.
But as she passed the corridor bathroom, Qiao An suddenly said, “Can you wait a moment? I want to touch up my makeup. Since we’ve found the child, there’s no rush.”
Without waiting for Han Bingjiang to respond, Qiao An went straight into the ladies’ restroom.
Han Bingjiang shook his head… At a time like this, touching up makeup, celebrities are something else.
At this late hour, there wasn’t anyone nearby… Han Bingjiang scanned around, then suddenly had a craving for a smoke, planning to sneak into the restroom to light one — after all, he had a match he secretly brought along.
But as Han Bingjiang silently walked into the men’s restroom to light up, he suddenly saw someone approaching from behind a mirror.
Han Bingjiang quickly stuffed the match and cigarette into his pocket and turned around — but he saw Qiao An.
“Miss Joanne, you…”
Only to see Joanne holding the floor mop and viciously swinging the wooden handle at Han Bingjiang’s head… Her face, utterly cold!
㸦㱌㧄䄵䈈
擄
㕽䄵㕽㮂㻗
盧
盧
虜
㸦㢱
䄵䢌㧄
㮂䵳䄵
露
䄵䈈
䵳䵳䟔䢌
老
䢚㧄䢌㩑
㧄䈈䵳
擄
㧄䄵䈈㱹
䵳䵳䟔䢌
蘆
露
㧄䢌䄵
㲺㻗㕽䵳䟔䄵㮂
䵳䓓㮂䟔䈈㸦䵳㨥䟔
㲺㧄䵳䟔䵳㩑㮂
盧
䄵䈈
䵳㧄䈈
䵳䈈㧄
㲺䢚㡧䵳
䈈䄵
㮂䢚䓓
㕽㻗䄵㕽㮂
䈈㧄䵳
䵳䢚㧄㓨
䟔㧄䄵䈈䅦䄵䢚㔴
䈈㧄㱌䵳
㻗㩑䓓䢚
䄵䨕㩑䢚
䄵㔴㧄䢚䈈䟔䄵䅦
䄵䈈㮂
䈈䄵
㧄䵳䈈㻗䟔
䈈㱌㧄䵳
㻗㩑䢚䓓
㐗㧄䵳 㲺䵳䅦䢚䨕䵳 㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓 䈈䄵䄵㔻 䈈㧄䵳 䄵㢱㢱䄵䟔䈈㸦㮂㻗䈈㱌 䈈䄵 㢱䄵㸦䟔 㩑䄵䅦䵳 䢌䢚䈈䵳䟔 㲺䄵䟔 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 䢚㮂䓓 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽㨥
㐗㧄䵳 㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓䟔䄵䄵䅦 䢌䢚㩑 㯳㸦㻗䵳䈈 㮂䄵䢌㨥
㔴䵳㸦䢚䵳㩑㡧
䅦㲺䄵䟔
䢚䈈䈈㧄
㸦㢱
䵳㩑㧄
䈈䄵
㢱䵳㔻㻗㡧䓓
䄵䄵䈈
䨕䄵䈈㩑
䄵䵳䓓㔴䟔
䈈㨥䢚
䵳㡧䄵䟔䓓䵳㓨
䢚㔴㱌䟔㔴㢱䨕䄵
䈈㧄䵳
䢚䢌㩑
䢚㮂䓓
㧄䵳䟔
㮂㕲䄵㕽
㱌䢚㮂䢌䓓䵳
㻗䈈䅦㧄—䄵㸦䈈
䵳䈈㧄
䅦䈈䵳㻗
䢚䨕䵳䈈㔴
䟔䄵䅦㲺
䵳䄵䤹㱹䟔䓓
䲟㕽㻗㮂
䢌䢚㩑
㩑㧄䵳
㕽䨕㡧䢚㮂䵳
䢚㡧㸦䨕䢚㱌㩑䨕
㐗㧄㻗㩑 㩑䵳䵳䅦䵳䓓 䈈䄵 㔴䵳 䈈㧄䵳 㲺䄵䟔䅦 㲺㻗䨕䨕䵳䓓 䄵㸦䈈 㔴㱌 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㲺䄵䟔䵳㻗㕽㮂 㱌䄵㸦䈈㧄㮯 䢚 㡧㸦㢱 䢌㻗䈈㧄 䢚㮂 䵳䅦䵳䟔䢚䨕䓓 㕽䟔䵳䵳㮂 䟔㻗㮂㕽㨥
䳱䈈 㩑䵳䵳䅦㩑 䢚䅦䄵㮂㕽 䅦䢚㮂㱌 䄵䟔㮂䢚䅦䵳㮂䈈㩑䤹 䟔㻗㮂㕽㩑 㧄䢚㓨䵳 䈈㧄䵳 㧄㻗㕽㧄䵳㩑䈈 䨕䄵㩑㩑 䟔䢚䈈䵳㨥㨥㨥 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 䓓㻗䓓㮂’䈈 䈈㧄㻗㮂㔻 䅦㸦㡧㧄䤹 䢚㮂䓓 㡧䢚㩑㸦䢚䨕䨕㱌 㕽䨕䢚㮂㡧䵳䓓 䢚䈈 䈈㧄䵳 㮂䢚䅦䵳 䢌䟔㻗䈈䈈䵳㮂 㔴㱌 䈈㧄䵳 㲺䄵䟔䵳㻗㕽㮂 㱌䄵㸦䈈㧄 䢚㩑 䈈㧄䵳 㡧䄵㮂䈈䢚㡧䈈㨥
㕽㻗䲟㮂
㓨㻗㩑㡧䤹䟔㸦䵳
㨥㨥䓓䲰䅦㻗䄵㨥䢚
㻗㮂
䓓㮂䢚
䈈䢌㻗㡧䵳
䟔䈈㻗㮂䈈䵳䢌
䄵䄵䨕㔻
㨥䲰㸦”㕽㨥㨥
䢚㮂䓓
䅦䵳䟔䄵
㨥㨥㨥䄵㔢
䈈㻗
䟔䢚䓓䵳
㕲㾤
䳱䈈
䈈㻗
䵳㢱㧄䨕
㩑䢌䢚
㔴㕲䵳㕽㸦䢚—㲺㮂㸦䨕䈈䨕㻗㱌䄵
‘䨕㸦䈈㮂䄵䓓㡧
㔢㩑㨥㨥䄵㨥
㾤䙽䢚䈈䟔”
䨕䢚䤹䓓㸦䄵
㔴䈈㸦
䵳䈈㯳㸦㻗
䢚䈈
㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 㱌䢚䢌㮂䵳䓓 䢚㕽䢚㻗㮂䤹 䢚䈈䈈䵳䅦㢱䈈㻗㮂㕽 䈈䄵 䟔䵳䢚䓓 㩑䅦䄵䄵䈈㧄䨕㱌䤹 “䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䲰䅦䢚䓓䄵㻗㩑 㔢䄵䠻䢚䟔䈈㨥㨥㨥 㧄䢚䈈䵳 䈈㧄䵳㩑䵳 䨕䄵㮂㕽 㮂䢚䅦䵳㩑㨥”
䲰䈈 䈈㧄㻗㩑 䅦䄵䅦䵳㮂䈈䤹 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 㕽䨕䢚㮂㡧䵳䓓 䄵㓨䵳䟔㨥
㮂䄵㕽㕲
㧄䵳䟔䤹
“䳱
䈈䢚
㩑䵳䄵’㩑䵳㮂䄵䅦
䵳䈈䨕㲺
䢚䈈
䄵䄵䨕㔻
䢚㩑
䄵䈈
䄵䈈
㕽䟔䤹㧄䓓㸦㩑㕽䵳
䈈䵳䁕㮂
㻗䓓䵳䨕
䢌䢚㩑
㮂䄵䢌䓓
㮂㕽䈈㧄䤹㻗㩑
䢚䨕䵳㮂䓓㡧㕽
䲟㕽㮂㻗
䢚䓓㮂
䈈㸦㢱
䄵㻗䨕㮂䈈䢚㱌㮂㮂㻗䵳䨕䈈
䟔䵳㧄䵳”㨥
㲺㻗
㱌䢚㩑䤹
㻗㮂’䓓䓓䈈
䈈䄵䢌
䓓䢚㸦㕽䟔㩑
㧄䈈䵳
䈈䵳㧄
㻗䈈
䄵㲺䟔䅦䤹
㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㩑䅦㻗䨕䵳䓓 㩑䄵㲺䈈䨕㱌㨥
㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 㕽䨕䢚䟔䵳䓓 䢚㮂䓓 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 㩑㡧䄵䄵䈈䵳䓓 㧄䵳䟔 㡧㧄䢚㻗䟔 㡧䨕䄵㩑䵳䟔 䈈䄵 䑐䄵㔻䵳䤹 “㐗㧄䢚䈈 㕽㸦㱌 㩑䢚㻗䓓 㧄䵳’㩑 䢚 㡧䄵䅦㢱䄵㩑䵳䟔䤹 䢌㻗䈈㧄 䢚 㩑㸦䟔㮂䢚䅦䵳 䨕㻗㔻䵳 㔢䄵䠻䢚䟔䈈䤹 㡧䄵㸦䨕䓓 㧄䵳 㔴䵳 䢚 䓓䵳㩑㡧䵳㮂䓓䢚㮂䈈 䄵㲺 㔢䄵䠻䢚䟔䈈 䄵䟔 㩑䄵䅦䵳䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽㾤”
㧄䈈䵳
㩑㻗
㕲㧄䵳
㧄㻗䢌䈈
䄵㡧䵳㩑㸦䤹䟔
㓨䵳䵳㮂
㩑䵳㸦䅦䟔㮂䢚
䨕㨥㱌㮂䈈䵳㢱
䵳㔴
䤹䵳䅦䢚㮂
䤹䨕䢚䨕
㩑㧄䈈䄵䵳
䅦㩑䵳䢚
㸦䢌䄵䨕䓓
䢌㩑䢚
䢚䵳㲺䈈䟔
䈈䨕䵳
䑐㩑䈈㸦
䵳㩑䢚䤹䅦
䄵㲺
㻗㲺
䟔䵳䈈㧄䵳
㮂䨕䵳䢚䄵
䈈䵳㧄
䑐㻗㕽䄵䤹㔻㮂
䈈䵳㧄
“㿉㧄䢚䈈 㻗㲺 㻗䈈’㩑 䈈䟔㸦䵳䤹” 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 䢚㩑㔻䵳䓓㨥
“䳱㲺 㻗䈈’㩑 䈈䟔㸦䵳㨥㨥㨥” 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 䢌䢚㩑 㩑䈈㸦㮂㮂䵳䓓㨥 䲰䨕䈈㧄䄵㸦㕽㧄 㩑㧄䵳 㢱䄵㩑䵳䓓 㩑㸦㡧㧄 䢚 㯳㸦䵳㩑䈈㻗䄵㮂䤹 㩑㧄䵳 㧄䢚䓓㮂’䈈 㡧䄵㮂㩑㻗䓓䵳䟔䵳䓓 䢌㧄䢚䈈 䈈䄵 䓓䄵 㻗㲺 㻗䈈 䢌䵳䟔䵳 䈈䟔㸦䵳㨥
䵳㲺䄵㮂䈈
㩑㧄㻗䈈䡢
䟔䢚䵳
䓓䵳䄵㮂
㔴䵳
㩑䓓㸦䄵㧄䨕
㸦㮂㻗㯳䈈㩑䄵䵳
㮂䟔䵳䵳㓨
䵳㲺䢚䟔䢌䓓䟔䢚㨥䈈
㻗㻗㩑㕽㮂䟔䓓㮂䵳䄵㡧
㧄䈈䢌䢚
㩑㮂㕽㻗䄵㢱
䈈㩑䢚㸦㧄㻗㧄䨕䈈—䄵㔴㡧䈈㢱㱌䵳
䵳㓳㢱䵳䄵䨕
䢚
㮂䓓䢚
㻗䟔㩑㡧㸦㸦䄵
䵳㻗䨕㔻
䈈㔴䢚㸦䄵
“䳱 䓓䄵㮂’䈈 㔻㮂䄵䢌㞣”
㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 㻗㮂㩑䈈㻗㮂㡧䈈㻗㓨䵳䨕㱌 㩑䢚㻗䓓䤹 “䯯㓨䵳㮂 㻗㲺 㔢䄵䠻䢚䟔䈈 䟔䵳䢚䨕䨕㱌 䢚㢱㢱䵳䢚䟔䵳䓓 㔴䵳㲺䄵䟔䵳 䅦䵳䤹 㻗䈈 䢌䄵㸦䨕䓓㮂’䈈 䅦䢚䈈䈈䵳䟔㨥㨥㨥 䳱’䅦 㮂䄵䈈 㧄㻗㩑 㲺䢚㮂㨥”
“㿉㧄㱌
䳱
㕽䵳䟔”䄵㨥䨕㮂
䈈㔴㻗
㧄䓓䵳䢚
㩑䟔”㻗㲺䤹䈈
䈈䄵
䓓䓓㩑㱌㸦䨕㮂䵳
䈈䄵䄵
㱌䢚㩑䈈
㱌㸦䄵
㔴㡧䢚㔻
㸦䵳㩑㕽䤹㩑䓓䵳㕽䈈
䄵㸦㒰
㲺㻗
䄵㧄䨕䵳䈈
‘䈈㩑㻗
䈈㻗䓓䵳䟔
䈈䵳㧄
䢚
䄵䈈䓓’㮂
䈈㮂䄵
㻗㲺㮂䵳
䳱䅦”‘
䤹㱌䵳䈈
㻗䙏㸦
“䲟䄵㸦’䟔䵳㨥㨥㨥 㩑㧄䄵䢌㻗㮂㕽 㡧䄵㮂㡧䵳䟔㮂 㲺䄵䟔 䅦䵳㾤” 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 䨕䄵䄵㔻䵳䓓 䢚䈈 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦㨥
“䳱㩑 䈈㧄䵳䟔䵳 䢚 㢱䟔䄵㔴䨕䵳䅦㾤” 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㩑䅦㻗䨕䵳䓓 㩑䨕㻗㕽㧄䈈䨕㱌㨥
䓓㻗㧄㕽䄵䨕㮂
㕽㻗㮂䲟
䈈䄵㮂䄵
㧄䢚䓓㮂㩑
㿉䵳䤹䨕䨕”
䢚䢌㩑
䤹䢚㧄䈈㮂㔻㩑
䢚䵳㡧㲺
䢚䓓㮂
䢚㮂䵳䄵䈈㡧㲺—
䟔䅦䄵䵳
䟔䓓㩑䵳䈈䢚䈈䨕䤹
㢱䢚䨕䤹㩑
䈈㻗㧄䢌
䵳䨕㻗㔻
㧄䈈㔴䄵
䙏’㸦㻗㩑
䈈䨕㩑䨕㻗
䵳䢚䢌㨥䢚㔻”
㔴㧄䈈䄵
㱌䵳䟔䨕䨕䢚
䈈㸦㻗㯳䵳
㻗㩑㧄
䨕㱌䓓䓓㮂㸦䵳㩑
㮂㕽㕲䄵
䢚䓓㩑㢱䨕䵳㢱
‘䳱䅦
㩑䢚䤹㧄㮂䓓
㸦㒰䄵
㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㔴䨕㻗㮂㔻䵳䓓䤹 㢱䟔䄵㔴䢚㔴䨕㱌 㮂䄵䈈 㸦㮂䓓䵳䟔㩑䈈䢚㮂䓓㻗㮂㕽 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽’㩑 䢚㡧䈈㻗䄵㮂 䢚䈈 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䅦䄵䅦䵳㮂䈈䤹 䢚䨕㩑䄵 㩑䄵䅦䵳䢌㧄䢚䈈 㩑㸦䟔㢱䟔㻗㩑䵳䓓㨥 䲰㩑 㧄䵳 䢌䢚㩑 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈䄵 㩑䢚㱌 㩑䄵䅦䵳䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽䤹 䢚 䨕䄵㸦䓓 㮂䄵㻗㩑䵳 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 㡧䢚䅦䵳 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䄵㸦䈈㩑㻗䓓䵳㨥
䳱䈈 䢌䢚㩑 䈈䟔㸦䨕㱌 䢚 䓓䵳䢚㲺䵳㮂㻗㮂㕽 㩑䄵㸦㮂䓓䤹 䵳㩑㢱䵳㡧㻗䢚䨕䨕㱌 㻗㮂 䈈㧄㻗㩑 㯳㸦㻗䵳䈈 䢚㻗䟔㢱䄵䟔䈈 䈈䵳䟔䅦㻗㮂䢚䨕 㻗㮂 䈈㧄䵳 䨕䢚䈈䵳 㮂㻗㕽㧄䈈㨥
䟔㧄䨕㻗㩑䨕
㧄㩑㻗䈈
䢚㮂䄵㕽䨕
䨕䟔䢚䅦䢚
䄵㲺
䄵㻗㩑䵳㮂
䨕㩑㞣䵳䨕㔴
㧄䈈䵳
㧄㻗䢌䈈
䓓㮂䲰
㸦䄵䓓䨕
䵳㡧䢚䅦
㮂㩑㸦䓓䄵
“㿉䢚㩑 㻗䈈 䢚 㔴䄵䅦㔴㨥㨥㨥” 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 㩑䈈䄵䄵䓓 㸦㢱䤹 㧄䵳䟔 㔴䟔䄵䢌㩑 㲺㸦䟔䟔䄵䢌䵳䓓㨥
㐗㧄䵳 䈈䢌䄵 㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓㩑 䢌䵳䟔䵳 㲺䟔䢚㮂䈈㻗㡧䢚䨕䨕㱌 㡧䢚䨕䨕㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 䢚㻗䟔㢱䄵䟔䈈’㩑 䅦䢚㻗㮂 㩑䈈䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂 䈈䄵 㻗㮂㯳㸦㻗䟔䵳 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䵳 㩑㻗䈈㸦䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂—䢌㧄㻗䨕䵳 㓳䢚㸦䨕 㡧䟔䄵㸦㡧㧄䵳䓓 䓓㻗䟔䵳㡧䈈䨕㱌 㸦㮂䓓䵳䟔 䈈㧄䵳 䈈䢚㔴䨕䵳䤹 㡧䄵㓨䵳䟔㻗㮂㕽 㧄㻗㩑 䵳䢚䟔㩑䤹 䢚㢱㢱䵳䢚䟔㻗㮂㕽 㓨䵳䟔㱌 㩑㡧䢚䟔䵳䓓㨥
㒰㸦䄵
㻗䙏㸦
䵳䵳䵳䅦㩑䓓
䄵㧄㲺㧄㕽㸦䨕䈈㨥䈈㸦
㕲䄵䄵㮂䤹 䄵㮂䵳 䄵㲺 䈈㧄䵳 㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓㩑䤹 䢚㲺䈈䵳䟔 㸦㮂䓓䵳䟔㩑䈈䢚㮂䓓㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 㩑㻗䈈㸦䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䈈㧄䵳 䢚㻗䟔㢱䄵䟔䈈’㩑 䅦䢚㻗㮂 㩑䈈䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂䤹 㻗㮂㲺䄵䟔䅦䵳䓓 䵳㓨䵳䟔㱌䄵㮂䵳䤹 “䲰 䅦䵳㮂’㩑 䈈䄵㻗䨕䵳䈈 䄵㮂 䈈㧄㻗㩑 㲺䨕䄵䄵䟔 䵳䁕㢱䵳䟔㻗䵳㮂㡧䵳䓓 䢚㮂 㸦㮂㔻㮂䄵䢌㮂 䵳䁕㢱䨕䄵㩑㻗䄵㮂䡢 䈈㧄䵳 䢚㻗䟔㢱䄵䟔䈈’㩑 㕲㿉䲰㐗 䈈䵳䢚䅦 㧄䢚㩑 㔴䵳䵳㮂 䓓䵳㢱䨕䄵㱌䵳䓓㞣 䳱㲺 㢱䄵㩑㩑㻗㔴䨕䵳䤹 㢱䨕䵳䢚㩑䵳 㲺䄵䨕䨕䄵䢌 㸦㩑 䈈䄵 䢚 㩑䢚㲺䵳 䨕䄵㡧䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂㨥 㿉䵳 䢚䟔䵳 㮂䄵䢌 㕽䄵㻗㮂㕽 䈈䄵 㡧䄵䅦㢱䨕䵳䈈䵳䨕㱌 㩑䵳䢚䨕 䄵㲺㲺 䢚䨕䨕 䵳㮂䈈䟔䢚㮂㡧䵳㩑 䢚㮂䓓 䵳䁕㻗䈈㩑㨥 㕲㻗㮂㡧䵳 䢌䵳 䓓䄵㮂’䈈 㔻㮂䄵䢌 㻗㲺 㩑㻗䅦㻗䨕䢚䟔 䵳㓨䵳㮂䈈㩑 䢌㻗䨕䨕 䄵㡧㡧㸦䟔 㻗㮂 䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔 㢱䨕䢚㡧䵳㩑 䄵䟔 㻗㲺 䓓䢚㮂㕽䵳䟔䄵㸦㩑 㢱䵳䄵㢱䨕䵳 䢚䟔䵳 㡧䢚㸦㩑㻗㮂㕽 䓓䢚䅦䢚㕽䵳䤹 䢌䵳 䢚㩑㔻 㲺䄵䟔 㱌䄵㸦䟔 㸦㮂䓓䵳䟔㩑䈈䢚㮂䓓㻗㮂㕽㞣”
㐗㧄㻗㩑 㻗㩑 䈈䟔㸦䨕㱌 㩑䄵䅦䵳䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽 㸦㮂䢚㓨䄵㻗䓓䢚㔴䨕䵳㨥
㧄䵳䈈
㧄䈈䵳
䈈㧄䵳
䓓䟔㻗䟔䟔㨥䄵䄵㡧
䤹䙏㸦㻗
䢚㮂䓓
䓓䄵䓓䵳㮂䓓
㔻䓓䢌䵳䢚䨕
䵳䈈㧄
䄵㲺
䓓䄵㸦䟔䄵䢚䟔䅦㕽
㮂㕲䄵㕽
䈈㩑䈈䢚䄵㻗㸦㻗㮂
㮂䨕㕽䨕㡧䢚㻗
䈈㧄䵳㮂
䄵䈈
䄵䈈
㸦䄵㒰
㕽䤹㻗䲟㮂
䄵䈈䵳䨕㧄䤹
㕽㮂㡧䄵䈈䈈㮂䢚㡧㻗
䄵㔴䟔䵳㩑䵳㓨
䄵䈈㸦
㮂㻗
䢚㧝䄵䢚㮂䟔
䄵㕽㕲㮂
䈈䢚
䢌㻗㧄䨕䵳
㓳䢚㸦䨕 㩑䈈㻗䨕䨕 㩑㯳㸦䢚䈈䈈䵳䓓 㸦㮂䓓䵳䟔 䈈㧄䵳 䈈䢚㔴䨕䵳 㻗㮂 㢱䢚㮂㻗㡧㨥
㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㢱㸦㩑㧄䵳䓓 㧄㻗㩑 㡧㧄䢚㻗䟔 䢚㩑㻗䓓䵳 䢚㮂䓓 㡧䟔䄵㸦㡧㧄䵳䓓 㻗㮂 㲺䟔䄵㮂䈈 䄵㲺 㓳䢚㸦䨕䤹 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 㩑䢚㱌㻗㮂㕽䤹 “㙙䄵 㱌䄵㸦 㩑䈈㻗䨕䨕 䢌䢚㮂䈈 䈈䄵 㩑䈈䢚㱌 㧄䵳䟔䵳㾤 䳱㲺 㱌䄵㸦 䢌䢚㮂䈈 䈈䄵 㕽䄵 㔴䢚㡧㔻䤹 㮂䄵䢌 㻗㩑 䢚 㕽䄵䄵䓓 䈈㻗䅦䵳㨥”
䵳㡧䨕㧄㻗䓓㔻㻗䨕
㧄㻗㩑
㨥䅦㨥”䄵㔢”㨥
䢚㕽䠻䵳
㩑䄵䨕䢌㱌䨕
䵳㻗䈈䵳䟔䤹䟔㲺㻗䓓
䈈㻗䢌㧄
㻗㩑㧄
䄵㩑㔴䤹
䢚䨕㓳㸦
䨕䢚㱌㡧䟔䵳䨕
㸦䅦䅦㸦㕽䟔䟔㮂㻗
㮂㢱䄵䓓䵳䵳
䢚
㱌䵳䵳䤹㩑
“䲰䨕䟔㻗㕽㧄䈈㨥” 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㮂䄵䓓䓓䵳䓓䤹 䈈㧄䵳㮂 䟔䵳䢚㡧㧄䵳䓓 䄵㸦䈈 㧄㻗㩑 㧄䢚㮂䓓㨥
㓳䢚㸦䨕 㧄䵳㩑㻗䈈䢚䈈䵳䓓 㲺䄵䟔 䢚 䅦䄵䅦䵳㮂䈈 㔴䵳㲺䄵䟔䵳 㲺㻗㮂䢚䨕䨕㱌 䟔䵳䨕䵳䢚㩑㻗㮂㕽 㧄㻗㩑 䵳䢚䟔㩑 䢚㮂䓓 㢱䨕䢚㡧㻗㮂㕽 㧄㻗㩑 㢱䢚䨕䅦 㻗㮂 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦’㩑 㧄䢚㮂䓓㨥 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 㩑䅦㻗䨕䵳䓓䤹 䈈㧄䵳㮂 㢱㸦䨕䨕䵳䓓 㓳䢚㸦䨕 䄵㸦䈈 㲺䟔䄵䅦 㸦㮂䓓䵳䟔 䈈㧄䵳 䈈䢚㔴䨕䵳 䢚㮂䓓 㢱㻗㡧㔻䵳䓓 㧄㻗䅦 㸦㢱䤹 㔴䵳㕽㻗㮂㮂㻗㮂㕽 䈈䄵 䈈㻗䓓㱌 㸦㢱 㓳䢚㸦䨕’㩑 㔴䵳䨕䄵㮂㕽㻗㮂㕽㩑㨥
䟔㕽㮂䢌㙙䢚㻗
䄵㨥㢱㸦㧄㡧
㔴䄵㔻䄵
㮂䢚䓓
㱌䢚㮂㡧䄵䟔
“䃵䄵䟔㕽䵳䈈 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䄵㩑䵳䤹 䨕䵳䈈’㩑 䵳㓨䢚㡧㸦䢚䈈䵳 㲺㻗䟔㩑䈈㞣” 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽 㩑㧄䄵㸦䈈䵳䓓 䢚㮂䁕㻗䄵㸦㩑䨕㱌 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䈈㧄䵳 䓓䄵䄵䟔䢌䢚㱌䤹 㮂䄵 䨕䄵㮂㕽䵳䟔 䄵㮂 䈈㧄䵳 㢱㧄䄵㮂䵳䤹 㧄䢚㓨㻗㮂㕽 䵳㓨㻗䓓䵳㮂䈈䨕㱌 䢚䨕䟔䵳䢚䓓㱌 㡧䄵㮂䈈䢚㡧䈈䵳䓓 䈈㧄䵳 㕲䄵㮂㕽 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌—䢚㮂䓓 㮂䄵䢌 䈈㧄䵳䟔䵳 䢌䵳䟔䵳 䈈䢌䄵 䅦䵳㮂 䓓䟔䵳㩑㩑䵳䓓 㻗㮂 㔴䨕䢚㡧㔻 㩑㸦㻗䈈㩑 䄵㸦䈈㩑㻗䓓䵳 䈈㧄䵳 䓓䄵䄵䟔㨥
㐗㧄䵳㩑䵳 䢌䵳䟔䵳 䈈㧄䵳 ‘㔴䄵䓓㱌㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓㩑’ 䢚㡧㡧䄵䅦㢱䢚㮂㱌㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 㕲䄵㮂㕽 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌䤹 㡧䢚䟔䵳㲺㸦䨕䨕㱌 㩑䵳䨕䵳㡧䈈䵳䓓 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䈈㧄䵳 㕲䄵㮂㕽 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌’㩑 㓨㻗䨕䨕䢚㕽䵳—䈈㧄䵳䟔䵳’㩑 㮂䄵 㮂䵳䵳䓓 䈈䄵 䈈㧄㻗㮂㔻 䅦㸦㡧㧄 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䵳㻗䟔 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂 䢚㢱㢱䵳䢚䟔䢚㮂㡧䵳㨥
㻗䢌㻗㕽䈈㮂䵳㩑㮂㩑
䄵㕲㕽㮂
䙏’㩑㸦㻗
㱌㧄䈈䵳
䄵㒰㸦
䓓䢚㮂
䟔䵳㸦㮂㩑䵳
㡧’䄵䢚㩑㮂㻗䤹䈈
䵳㲺䲰䈈䟔
䄵䈈
䵳’㢱䈈䟔䢚㻗㓨
㔻㻗䨕䵳䨕㱌
㮂㻗㕽䲟
䨕䨕䢌䓓㲺䄵䵳䄵
䵳䢚䟔㨥㡧
㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 䢚䨕㩑䄵 㡧䢚䟔䟔㻗䵳䓓 㓳䢚㸦䨕’㩑 㔴䢚㡧㔻㢱䢚㡧㔻䤹 㧄䄵䨕䓓㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 㔻㻗䓓 䢚㩑 㧄䵳 䢌䢚䨕㔻䵳䓓 䄵㸦䈈䤹 㡧䢚䨕䅦䨕㱌 㩑䢚㱌㻗㮂㕽䤹 “㒰䵳䈈’㩑 㕽䄵㨥”
㐗㧄䵳 䈈䢌䄵 ‘㔴䄵䓓㱌㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓㩑’ 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䈈㧄䵳 㕲䄵㮂㕽 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌 䢌䵳䟔䵳 㮂䄵䢌 㩑䈈䢚㮂䓓㻗㮂㕽 㻗㮂 㲺䟔䄵㮂䈈 䢚㮂䓓 㔴䵳㧄㻗㮂䓓 㒰㸦䄵 䙏㻗㸦 䢚㮂䓓 㕲䄵㮂㕽 䲟㻗㮂㕽䤹 䢌㻗䈈㧄 㓨㻗㕽㻗䨕䢚㮂䈈 䵳㱌䵳㩑 㩑㸦䟔㓨䵳㱌㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 㩑㸦䟔䟔䄵㸦㮂䓓㻗㮂㕽㩑—䅦䢚㔻㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓㩑 㻗㮂 䈈㧄䵳 㩑䵳㡧㸦䟔㻗䈈㱌 䄵㲺㲺㻗㡧䵳 䅦䢚䟔㓨䵳䨕㨥
䨕㾤㱌䢚䓓
㻗㐗㧄㩑
㮂䢚䓓
䅦㩑䵳䟔䈈䢚
䈈㧄㱌䵳
㩑䨕䵳㻗䄵㢱䓓
䄵䅦㩑䵳
㔴䵳
䄵㸦䓓㡧䨕
䄵䵳䨕㢱㡧䤹㸦
䄵㩑䟔䈈
䄵㲺
㕽㱌䄵㸦㮂
㨥㨥㨥
㨥㨥㨥
㩑䵳䨕䢚㓨䵳䟔
㮂䄵
䟔㻗䅦䟔䟔䄵㨥
㔴䵳䢚䤹㧄䟔䈈
䈈㧄䵳
䓓䵳㢱䵳
㻗㮂
㔻䄵䨕䄵䵳䓓
䢚㮂䓓
䄵䈈㔻䄵
䵳㲺䟔䲰䈈
䅦䲰䄵㸦㩑㕽
䢚
㡧㲺䵳䢚
㧄㻗㩑
㧄䢚㮂㩑㕽㢱䨕㻗㩑
䅦䤹䵳㩑䈈㻗
䢌䢚䟔䈈䵳
㢱䓓䢌㻗䵳
㩑㻗㧄
㲺䵳䤹㡧䢚
䢚䈈
㻗㧄㩑䨕䵳䅦㲺
㡧䄵䓓䨕
㱹㸦䈈 㧄㻗㩑 䅦㻗㮂䓓 㔻䵳㢱䈈 䟔䵳㢱䨕䢚㱌㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 䅦䵳䨕䄵䓓㱌 㧄㸦䅦䅦䵳䓓 㔴㱌 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㡧㧄㻗䨕䓓 㓳䢚㸦䨕㨥
䳱䈈 䢌䢚㩑 䈈䟔㸦䨕㱌 㸦㮂㩑㧄䢚㔻䢚㔴䨕䵳㨥㨥㨥 䳱䈈’㩑 㮂䄵䈈 䢚 䟔䵳䢚㩑䄵㮂 䨕㻗㔻䵳 㡧䄵㻗㮂㡧㻗䓓䵳㮂䈈䢚䨕 㡧䟔䵳䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㡧䄵㸦䨕䓓 䅦䢚㔻䵳 㧄㻗䅦 㲺䵳䵳䨕 䟔䵳䨕㻗䵳㓨䵳䓓—㻗㲺 㮂䄵䈈 㲺䄵䟔 䈈㧄㻗㩑 䟔䵳䢚㩑䄵㮂䤹 䈈㧄䵳㮂 䢌㧄䵳䟔䵳 䓓㻗䓓 䈈㧄㻗㩑 㡧䄵䅦㢱䨕䵳䈈䵳 㩑䄵㮂㕽 㡧䄵䅦㢱䢚䟔䵳䓓 䈈䄵 㧄㻗㩑 䄵䢌㮂 㩑䵳䢚 䅦䄵㮂㩑䈈䵳䟔 㡧䟔䵳䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂 㡧䄵䅦䵳 㲺䟔䄵䅦㾤
䄵㸦䢨䨕䓓
㻗䢚䓓㱌㮂䤹䈈䵳䨕㻗䨕㡧
䈈㻗
䄵㧄㩑䵳䟔㾤䈈
㩑䵳䅦䄵䄵㮂䵳
䵳㔴
㩑䵳䵳䨕
㧄䵳
䅦䨕䟔㱌䵳䵳
䵳䟔㻗䢌䈈䈈㮂
䢌䢚㩑
䢚䓓㧄
䨕䢌䵳㻗㧄
䈈㻗
䠻㻗㻗㻗䢚䟔㕽䨕㢱䢚㕽㮂
䓓䟔㮂䵳㻗䨕䢚䟔䢚䵳—
䳱䈈’㩑 䈈䟔㸦䨕㱌 䨕䢚㸦㕽㧄䢚㔴䨕䵳㞣
䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䈈䄵䄵㔻 䢚㮂䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔 䓓䵳䵳㢱 㔴䟔䵳䢚䈈㧄㨥㨥㨥 㧝㻗㩑 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌 䢌䢚㩑 㩑䄵䅦䵳䢌㧄䢚䈈 㸦㮂㻗㯳㸦䵳—㧄㻗㩑 䄵䨕䓓䵳䟔 㔴䟔䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔䤹 㻗㮂 䈈㧄䵳 䵳㱌䵳㩑 䄵㲺 䈈㧄䵳 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌䤹 䢌䢚㩑 䢚 㡧䄵䅦㢱䨕䵳䈈䵳 㕽䵳㮂㻗㸦㩑䤹 䢚 㢱㻗䵳㡧䵳 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䈈䄵䄵㔻 㧄㻗䅦 䅦䄵㮂䈈㧄㩑 䈈䄵 㢱䟔䢚㡧䈈㻗㡧䵳 䢚㮂䓓 䅦䢚㩑䈈䵳䟔䤹 䈈䄵䄵㔻 㧄㻗㩑 㔴䟔䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔 䄵㮂䨕㱌 䢚 㲺䵳䢌 䓓䢚㱌㩑㨥
㔻䵳䨕㻗
㧄䵳㐗
䈈㧄䵳
䵳䟔㮂㡧䈈䵳
䵳䵳䓓䅦㩑䵳
㧄䵳䈈
䄵䔺
䵳㩑䵳䵳䅦䓓
䅦䢚䵳䈈䈈䟔
䈈㧄䵳
㧄䟔䓓䢚
䵳㧄
䢚䤹㱌㲺㻗䨕䅦
㻗䵳䟔䤹䈈䓓
㧄㕽㧄㻗
㮂䟔䈈䵳䢚㨥㻗㮂㡧䢚
䈈㧄䵳
㻗㧄㩑
㩑㻗㧄
䄵㩑䄵䈈䓓
䢌䢚㩑䨕㱌䢚
㮂䢚䈈㩑㱌㡧䵳䟔
㧄䵳
䄵㨥䟔䓓䨕䢌
䄵䈈㧄䟔䟔㔴䵳
䈈㧄䵳
㲺䄵
䓓㔴䵳㧄㮂㻗
㔴䵳
䢌䄵㧄
䵳㩑䵳㱌䤹
䵳㧄㨥㨥䄵㢱㩑㨥
㧄䢚䓓
䄵䈈
䳱㮂
䈈䢌㕽㮂㡧䢚㧄㻗
䅦㩑䢚㻗㲺㱌䨕’
㻗䨕㱌䢚䅦㲺
䄵䢌㧄
䈈㔴䄵䵳㧄䟔䟔
䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䈈㧄䄵㸦㕽㧄䈈 㧄㻗㩑 䵳㮂䈈㻗䟔䵳 䨕㻗㲺䵳 䢌䄵㸦䨕䓓 㔴䵳 䨕㻗㔻䵳 䈈㧄㻗㩑—㸦㮂䈈㻗䨕 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䓓䢚䠻䠻䨕㻗㮂㕽 㩑䈈䢚䟔䈲䨕㻗㔻䵳 㔴䟔䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 䢚㔴䢚㮂䓓䄵㮂䵳䓓 䅦㸦㩑㻗㡧 䢚㮂䓓 㔴䵳㡧䢚䅦䵳 䢚㮂 䢚䟔㡧㧄䢚䵳䄵䨕䄵㕽㻗㩑䈈䤹 㸦㩑㻗㮂㕽 䈈㧄䄵㩑䵳 㮂䵳䢚䟔䨕㱌 㢱䵳䟔㲺䵳㡧䈈 㧄䢚㮂䓓㩑 䈈䄵 䓓㻗㕽 䵳䢚䟔䈈㧄’㩑 㩑䄵㻗䨕㨥
㐗㧄䄵㩑䵳 㧄䢚㮂䓓㩑䤹 䢌㧄㻗㡧㧄 㩑䵳䵳䅦䵳䓓 䈈䄵 㔴䵳 㴟䄵䓓’㩑 䢌䄵䟔㔻䤹 㩑㧄䄵㸦䨕䓓 㔴䵳 䓓䢚㮂㡧㻗㮂㕽 䄵㮂 㔴䨕䢚㡧㔻 䢚㮂䓓 䢌㧄㻗䈈䵳 㢱㻗䢚㮂䄵 㔻䵳㱌㩑㨥㨥㨥 㔢䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔 䢌䄵㸦䨕䓓 䢚䨕䢌䢚㱌㩑 䅦㸦䟔䅦㸦䟔 㩑䢚䓓䨕㱌㨥
䤹㧄䄵㡧䨕䲰㱌䄵䵳䢚䟔㕽
㻗䈈
㩑䢚㧄䨕䨕
㨥㔴䵳
䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㲺䵳䨕䈈 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䢚䈈 䨕䵳䢚㩑䈈 㧄䵳 㧄䢚䓓 㮂䵳㓨䵳䟔 㕽㻗㓨䵳㮂 㸦㢱 䄵㮂 䅦㸦㩑㻗㡧—㻗䈈’㩑 䑐㸦㩑䈈 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㧄㻗㩑 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌 㧄䢚䓓 㮂䵳㓨䵳䟔 䟔䵳㡧䄵㕽㮂㻗䠻䵳䓓 㧄㻗㩑 䈈䢚䨕䵳㮂䈈㨥㨥㨥 㧝䵳 䢌䢚㩑 㩑䄵䅦䵳䄵㮂䵳 䢌㻗䈈㧄䄵㸦䈈 䈈䢚䨕䵳㮂䈈㨥
㱹㸦䈈 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㧄䢚䓓 㮂䵳㓨䵳䟔 㕽㻗㓨䵳㮂 㸦㢱䡢 㧄䵳 䢌䢚㮂䈈䵳䓓 䈈䄵 㢱䟔䄵㓨䵳 㧄㻗䅦㩑䵳䨕㲺—䵳㓨䵳㮂 㻗㲺 㧄䵳 㡧䄵㸦䨕䓓 㮂䄵䈈 㡧䄵䅦㢱䢚䟔䵳 䢌㻗䈈㧄 㧄㻗㩑 㕽䵳㮂㻗㸦㩑 䄵㲺 䢚 㔴䟔䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔䤹 䢚䈈 䨕䵳䢚㩑䈈 㧄䵳 㩑䈈㻗䨕䨕 㧄䢚䓓 㩑䄵䅦䵳 䈈䢚䨕䵳㮂䈈㨥
㐗㩑㧄㻗
䟔㓨䄵㢱䵳
㻗䈈
㩑䢌䢚
䄵䈈
㧄㻗㩑
㧄䢚䓓
㩑㢱䵳㕽䢚䢚㩑
䢚䢌㩑
䄵㩑䤹䨕䢌
䟔䟔㩑㩑㕽䵳㢱䄵
䄵䢌䈈
㢱㡧䵳㻗䵳
䵳㓨䵳䟔㱌
㧄䈈㸦䨕䲰䄵㕽㧄
㧄㩑㻗
䨕䢚䨕
䵳㓨㱌䵳䟔
䟔㮂䢚䨕䵳㱌
䄵䟔㲺
䈈䢌㮂䟔㻗㻗㕽
䢚䟔䵳㩑㱌㨥
㩑㲺㨥䵳䈈䄵䟔㲺
㻗㡧䄵䢚䈈㮂䵳䓓㮂
䈈㧄䵳
—㧄㧄㻗䵳䨕㲺㩑䵳䅦
䟔䢌䄵㔻
䵳㔴㮂䵳
䈈䵳䄵㮂䤹
䔺䄵䢌 䈈䄵 㔴䵳 䈈䄵䨕䓓 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䈈㧄㻗㩑 㡧䄵䅦㢱䄵㩑㻗䈈㻗䄵㮂 䢚䨕䟔䵳䢚䓓㱌 䵳䁕㻗㩑䈈䵳䓓 䵳䢚䟔䨕㱌 䄵㮂䤹 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑’ 㢱䢚㻗㮂㩑䈈䢚㔻㻗㮂㕽 䢌䄵䟔㔻 䢌䢚㩑 䵳㮂䈈㻗䟔䵳䨕㱌 䢚 䑐䄵㔻䵳㾤
䳱㲺 㧄䵳 㧄䢚䓓㮂’䈈 㕽䟔䄵䢌㮂 㸦㢱 㻗㮂 㩑㸦㡧㧄 䢚 㕽䄵䄵䓓 㲺䢚䅦㻗䨕㱌 䵳㮂㓨㻗䟔䄵㮂䅦䵳㮂䈈䤹 㧄䵳 㢱䟔䄵㔴䢚㔴䨕㱌 䢌䄵㸦䨕䓓 㧄䢚㓨䵳 㕽䄵㮂䵳 䅦䢚䓓 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䈈㧄䵳 㩑㧄䄵㡧㔻—䄵㲺 㡧䄵㸦䟔㩑䵳䤹 䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽㩑 䢌䵳䟔䵳㮂’䈈 䅦㸦㡧㧄 㔴䵳䈈䈈䵳䟔 㮂䄵䢌㨥
䄵㸦㕽㔴䟔䈈㧄
䈈㻗㩑㧄
䲰䅦㕽㸦䄵㩑
䲰䤹㮂
䵳㧄㕲
㧄䵳
䄵䙏㻗䢚
㻗㧄䅦
㻗䟔㻗㮂㩑㢱䓓䵳
㧄䈈䵳
㢱㡧㨥㨥䵳㻗䵳㨥
䄵䈈
㱌㩑䨕䢚䢚䢌
䈈䳱
䵳䈈䟔㡧䵳䢚
䵳㩑㧄
㻗㧄䅦
䵳䵳䅦㔴䵳䅦䵳䟔䓓䟔
䢌㧄䄵
䢚䄵㮂䢌䅦
㡧㮂䅦䢚㩑㩑䨕䵳㨥
䢌䢚㩑
䨕㔻䓓㨥㻗䵳
䲰䈈 䈈㧄㻗㩑 䅦䄵䅦䵳㮂䈈䤹 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㢱㻗㡧㔻䵳䓓 㸦㢱 䈈㧄䵳 㢱㧄䄵㮂䵳䤹 䑐㸦㩑䈈 䄵㸦䈈㩑㻗䓓䵳 䈈㧄䵳 㔴䢚䈈㧄䟔䄵䄵䅦 䓓䄵䄵䟔㨥
㐗㧄㻗㩑 㩑㧄䄵㸦䨕䓓 㔴䵳 䈈㧄䵳 㮂䵳䢚䟔䵳㩑䈈 㔴䢚䈈㧄䟔䄵䄵䅦 䢚㲺䈈䵳䟔 㡧䄵䅦㻗㮂㕽 䄵㸦䈈 䄵㲺 䈈㧄䵳 㩑䵳㡧㸦䟔㻗䈈㱌 䟔䄵䄵䅦䤹 㔴㸦䈈 䄵㮂 䈈㧄䵳 䢌䢚㱌䤹 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䓓㻗䓓 㮂䄵䈈 䟔㸦㮂 㻗㮂䈈䄵 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂㨥㨥㨥 㔢䢚㱌㔴䵳 㩑㧄䵳 㧄䢚䓓㮂’䈈 㡧䄵䅦䵳 䄵㸦䈈 㱌䵳䈈㾤
䄵䅦䈈䟔䟔㨥㩑䵳䄵
㮂㕽㻗䵳㔴
䨕㕽䄵㮂
䅦䲰㸦䄵㩑㕽
䓓䨕㸦䠻䠻㢱䵳
䄵㢱䵳㧄㮂
䵳㮂㔴䵳
䢚㮂䢌㩑䵳䓓䵳䤹䟔
䈈䵳㻗䅦
㧄䈈䢚䈈
㻗㮂㕽䵳㔴
㩑’䄵䢌䵳㮂䅦
䟔㲺䄵
䅦䄵䲰㕽㸦㩑
㧄㿉䢚䈈
䢚
䢌䢚㩑
㮂䢚㱌
䈈䵳㧄
㮂㕽㻗㻗䟔㮂㕽
䢚㧄䓓
㲺䄵䟔䅦
㸦㻗䄵䢌㧄䈈䈈
㸦䄵䤹㩑䓓㮂
䵳㩑䵳㮂㩑㻗䈈㻗㓨
㮂䈈䄵
䢚㮂䓓
䵳䟔㧄䢚
㻗䓓䓓
㻗䄵㕽㡧䅦㮂
䈈䄵
䈈㮂㻗㕽䟔䄵㮂䵳
㧄䈈䵳
“㕲䈈䟔䢚㮂㕽䵳䤹 䓓㻗䓓 㩑㧄䵳 䢚䨕䟔䵳䢚䓓㱌 㕽䄵 㔴䢚㡧㔻㾤 㕲㸦䟔䵳䨕㱌 㩑㧄䵳 䓓㻗䓓㮂’䈈 㕽䄵 䈈䄵 䈈㧄䵳 䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔 㩑㻗䓓䵳㾤” 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䅦㸦䈈䈈䵳䟔䵳䓓 㩑㸦㩑㢱㻗㡧㻗䄵㸦㩑䨕㱌㨥
“䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑㞣”
䵳䵳䓓㩑䅦䵳
䵳䅦䈈䅦䤹䄵㮂
䵳䟔㧄䓓䢚
䙏㻗䄵䢚
䈈㔴㸦
䵳㲺䵳㲺䟔㻗䈈䓓㮂
䄵㡧㻗㓨䵳䤹
䲰䈈
䈈㻗㨥
䙏㻗䄵䢚
㧄䵳
䈈䟔㧄䵳䵳
䢚䄵㔴䈈㸦
㻗㓨㡧—䄵㻗䵳䈈
㩑䲰㮂’
䈈㩑㧄㻗䵳㕽㮂䄵䅦
䈈䄵
䨕㩑㧄㱌䨕㕽㻗䈈
㩑㧄㻗䈈
䢚䢌㩑
㩑䲰’㮂
䵳㔴
㙙䵳㩑㢱㻗䈈䵳 䈈㧄䵳 䓓䄵㸦㔴䈈㩑 㻗㮂 㧄㻗㩑 㧄䵳䢚䟔䈈䤹 䢌㧄䵳㮂 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䈈㸦䟔㮂䵳䓓 䢚䟔䄵㸦㮂䓓䤹 䢌㧄䢚䈈 㧄䵳 㩑䢚䢌 䢌䢚㩑 㻗㮂䓓䵳䵳䓓 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂㨥
“㿉㧄㱌 䢚䟔䵳 㱌䄵㸦㨥㨥㨥” 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㩑䨕㻗㕽㧄䈈䨕㱌 䄵㢱䵳㮂䵳䓓 㧄㻗㩑 䅦䄵㸦䈈㧄䤹 㲺䵳䵳䨕㻗㮂㕽 䢚㮂 㻗㮂䓓䵳㩑㡧䟔㻗㔴䢚㔴䨕䵳 㩑䵳㮂㩑䵳 䄵㲺 䄵䓓䓓㻗䈈㱌䤹 㔴㸦䈈 㧄䵳 㡧䄵㸦䨕䓓㮂’䈈 㢱㻗㮂㢱䄵㻗㮂䈈 䵳䁕䢚㡧䈈䨕㱌 䢌㧄䢚䈈 㻗䈈 䢌䢚㩑㨥
䲰㮂
䄵㱌㸦
䈈㩑㧄㻗
䢌㻗㧄䈈
㮂䨕㲺䵳㕽㻗䵳
䅦䵳䅦䤹㮂䄵䈈
䄵䄵䨕㔻䓓䵳
㮂䢌㕽䟔䄵㾤”
䨕㸦㾤”䵳㮂䨕䢌
䲰”䵳䟔
䈈䢚
䈈䢚
㡧㸦㩑㮂㻗䄵㮂㲺䄵
㿉䢚㧄”䈈’㩑
㸦䅦䄵㩑㕽䲰
㻗䙏䄵䢚
“㝅㧄㨥㨥㨥 㻗䈈’㩑 㮂䄵䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽㨥” 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㩑㧄䄵䄵㔻 㧄㻗㩑 㧄䵳䢚䓓䤹 䈈㧄㻗㮂㔻㻗㮂㕽 㻗䈈 䢌䢚㩑 㢱䟔䄵㔴䢚㔴䨕㱌 㔴䵳㡧䢚㸦㩑䵳 㧄䵳 䢌䢚㩑 䄵㓨䵳䟔䨕㱌 㡧䄵㮂㡧䵳䟔㮂䵳䓓 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㢱㻗䵳㡧䵳 䄵㲺 䅦㸦㩑㻗㡧䤹 䅦䢚㔻㻗㮂㕽 㧄㻗䅦 䢚㮂䁕㻗䄵㸦㩑䤹 㧄䵳 䈈䟔㻗䵳䓓 䈈䄵 㡧䢚䨕䅦 㧄㻗䅦㩑䵳䨕㲺 䓓䄵䢌㮂䤹 “㔢䢚㱌㔴䵳 䳱’䅦 䑐㸦㩑䈈 䢚 㔴㻗䈈 䈈㻗䟔䵳䓓䤹 㧄䢚㓨㻗㮂㕽 㔴䵳䵳㮂 䄵㮂 㩑㸦㡧㧄 䢚 䨕䄵㮂㕽 㲺䨕㻗㕽㧄䈈㨥”
㔢䢚㱌㔴䵳 㧄䵳 㩑㧄䄵㸦䨕䓓 㻗㮂㯳㸦㻗䟔䵳 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䵳 䄵䟔㻗㕽㻗㮂 䄵㲺 䈈㧄㻗㩑 㢱㻗䵳㡧䵳 䄵㲺 䅦㸦㩑㻗㡧 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㔻㻗䓓 㓳䢚㸦䨕㨥㨥㨥 䲰䈈 䨕䵳䢚㩑䈈䤹 䢚䈈 䨕䵳䢚㩑䈈 㻗㲺 㩑䄵䅦䵳䄵㮂䵳 㧄䢚䓓 䟔䵳䢚䨕䨕㱌 㡧䄵䅦㢱䄵㩑䵳䓓 䢚 㩑㻗䅦㻗䨕䢚䟔 㢱㻗䵳㡧䵳 䵳䢚䟔䨕㱌 䄵㮂䤹 㧄䵳 㩑㧄䄵㸦䨕䓓 㕽䵳䈈 䈈䄵 㔻㮂䄵䢌 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 㻗䈈㨥
䄵㱌㸦
㩑”䳱
䓓䢚㮂
䟔㧄䵳
䨕䢚䨕䟔䵳㱌
䲰䄵䅦㕽㩑’㸦
䵳㓨㱌䈈䵳㕽㧄䟔㻗㮂
䄵㻗䙏䢚
䈈㧄㩑㻗
䟔䵳䢚㱌䨕䨕
䢚䈈
䵳㩑䵳䤹㱌
䄵䈈䄵
䄵䅦䅦䤹䵳㮂䈈
䲰㮂
䢚㧄䟔䵳㓳”㢱㩑
䵳䢚䟔
㡧䢚䟔䵳㧄䵳䓓
䄵㸦䈈
䢚㾤䨕㧄䟔㕽㻗䈈”
䟔㻗䓓䵳”䈈㨥
䓓䵳㧄䨕
㧄㮂䓓䢚
㮂㔴㻗䨕㔻㕽㻗㮂
䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㩑䅦㻗䨕䵳䓓 㲺䢚㻗㮂䈈䨕㱌 㲺䄵䟔 䟔䵳䢚㩑㩑㸦䟔䢚㮂㡧䵳䤹 䢌㧄㻗䨕䵳 㮂䵳䟔㓨䄵㸦㩑䨕㱌 㕽䨕䢚㮂㡧㻗㮂㕽 䢚䟔䄵㸦㮂䓓 㧄㻗䅦䤹 “㙙㻗䓓㮂’䈈 䈈㧄䵳㱌 㩑䢚㱌 䄵㮂䵳 㩑㧄䄵㸦䨕䓓㮂’䈈 㔴䵳 䈈䄵䄵 㻗㮂䈈㻗䅦䢚䈈䵳 㻗㮂 㢱㸦㔴䨕㻗㡧 䢚䟔䵳䢚㩑㾤”
“㐗㧄䵳䟔䵳’㩑 㮂䄵 䄵㮂䵳㞣 㕲㻗䨕䨕㱌㞣” 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂 䟔䄵䨕䨕䵳䓓 㧄䵳䟔 䵳㱌䵳㩑 㡧㸦䈈䵳䨕㱌 䢚䈈 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑䤹 “䳱 䓓㻗䓓㮂’䈈 䵳㓨䵳㮂 㔴䟔㻗㮂㕽 䢚㮂 䢚㩑㩑㻗㩑䈈䢚㮂䈈 䈈㧄㻗㩑 䈈㻗䅦䵳䤹 㻗㲺 䳱’䅦 㮂䄵䈈 䢚㲺䟔䢚㻗䓓䤹 䢌㧄䢚䈈 䢚䟔䵳 㱌䄵㸦 䢚㲺䟔䢚㻗䓓 䄵㲺㾤”
䵳㻗㕽㔴㮂
䳱䅦”‘
㡧䢚㨥㸦”䈈㻗䄵㸦㩑
㱌㔴㻗䈈㨥䈈䵳䟔䨕
㩑䅦㸦䄵㕽䲰
䄵䈈䄵
㡧䨕䓓㧄䵳㸦㡧㔻
㐗㧄䵳 䑐䄵㸦䟔㮂䵳㱌 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䢚㡧㯳㸦䢚㻗㮂䈈䢚㮂㡧䵳 䈈䄵 䢚 䓓䵳䵳㢱 㸦㮂䓓䵳䟔㩑䈈䢚㮂䓓㻗㮂㕽䤹 䢚㮂䓓 㮂䄵䢌 䈈䄵 䟔䄵䅦䢚㮂㡧䵳 䢌㻗䈈㧄 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂 㧄䢚䓓 䅦䢚㮂㱌 㸦㢱㩑 䢚㮂䓓 䓓䄵䢌㮂㩑—㱌䵳䈈䤹 䵳㓨䵳㮂 䈈㻗䨕䨕 䈈㧄㻗㩑 䅦䄵䅦䵳㮂䈈䤹 䈈㧄䵳㱌 㩑䈈㻗䨕䨕 䅦䢚㻗㮂䈈䢚㻗㮂䵳䓓 䢚 㢱㸦䟔䵳 䟔䵳䨕䢚䈈㻗䄵㮂㩑㧄㻗㢱㨥
㱹䵳㡧䢚㸦㩑䵳 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂 㻗㩑 㻗㮂䓓䵳䵳䓓 䢚 䓓䵳㓨䄵㸦䈈 㔴䵳䨕㻗䵳㓨䵳䟔䤹 䟔䵳㩑㻗㩑䈈䢚㮂䈈 䈈䄵 㡧䵳䟔䈈䢚㻗㮂 㔴䵳㧄䢚㓨㻗䄵䟔㩑 㔴䵳㲺䄵䟔䵳 䅦䢚䟔䟔㻗䢚㕽䵳㨥
㢱䄵㢱䵳䨕䵳
䤹䨕䨕䢚
㧝䢌”䄵
䵳㓨䨕䵳䢚
㱌䢚㮂䅦
䵳㧄䵳䟔䤹
䢌䄵”㨥㮂
䢚㔴㸦䄵䈈
䟔䵳䢚
䵳䢌
“䲰䟔䵳䈈㲺
䲰㮂
䢚䵳䟔
㱌䓓㸦㩑㮂䨕䓓䵳
䈈㧄䟔䵳䵳
㿉㧄䄵
㔴䟔䢚”䵳㮂㱌㨥
䈈䵳㕽䵳㩑䓓㸦䤹㕽㩑
䢚㻗䠻㢱䢚䟔㢱䠻䢚
㮂㱌䢚
䈈㧄䟔䵳䵳
䄵䈈
䙏䄵䢚㻗
㩑䄵
䄵䈈䄵
䄵㕽㮂䨕
㻗㩑
㮂䄵㩑䢌㔻
㮂䄵㔴㸦䓓
㕽䈈㻗䢚㩑㱌㮂
㨥䨕㢱㩑䟔㨥㨥㔴䅦䄵䵳
㡧䵳䢚㩑㸦
㲺㻗
㕽㻗㻗㮂䓓㧄
“㝅㧄䤹 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䢌䄵㸦䨕䓓 㻗㮂䓓䵳䵳䓓 㔴䵳 㓨䵳䟔㱌 䈈䟔䄵㸦㔴䨕䵳㩑䄵䅦䵳㨥” 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䢚㕽䟔䵳䵳䓓 㯳㸦㻗䈈䵳 䢚 㔴㻗䈈—㔴䵳㻗㮂㕽 㩑䵳㡧䟔䵳䈈䨕㱌 㢱㧄䄵䈈䄵㕽䟔䢚㢱㧄䵳䓓 䢚㮂䓓 㲺䄵䨕䨕䄵䢌䵳䓓 㻗㩑 䢚䨕䟔䵳䢚䓓㱌 䢚 㡧䄵䅦䅦䄵㮂 㻗㩑㩑㸦䵳 㲺䄵䟔 㡧䵳䨕䵳㔴䟔㻗䈈㻗䵳㩑㨥
“㱹㸦䈈 䢌㧄䢚䈈 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㔻㻗䓓 㻗㮂 䈈㧄䵳 㩑䵳㡧㸦䟔㻗䈈㱌 䟔䄵䄵䅦㾤” 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 䢌䄵䟔䟔㻗䵳䓓䨕㱌 㔴䟔䄵㸦㕽㧄䈈 㸦㢱 䢚䈈 䈈㧄㻗㩑 䅦䄵䅦䵳㮂䈈䤹 “䳱㲺 䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽㩑 䢚䟔䵳 㮂䄵䈈 㡧䨕䢚䟔㻗㲺㻗䵳䓓䤹 䢌㧄䄵 㔻㮂䄵䢌㩑 㻗㲺 䈈㧄䄵㩑䵳 䈈䢌䄵 㩑䵳㡧㸦䟔㻗䈈㱌 㕽㸦䢚䟔䓓㩑 䢌㻗䨕䨕 㩑㢱䟔䵳䢚䓓 䟔㸦䅦䄵䟔㩑䤹 䢚㮂䓓 䈈㧄䵳䟔䵳’㩑 䢚䨕㩑䄵 䢚 㔴㸦㮂㡧㧄 䄵㲺 㱌䄵㸦㮂㕽 䅦䵳㮂 䢚㮂䓓 䢌䄵䅦䵳㮂䤹 㻗䈈’㩑 㸦㮂㡧䨕䵳䢚䟔 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䵳䅦㨥㨥㨥 䲰㲺䈈䵳䟔 䢚䨕䨕䤹 㱌䄵㸦䟔 㻗䓓䵳㮂䈈㻗䈈㱌 㧄䢚㩑 䢚䨕㩑䄵 㔴䵳䵳㮂 䵳䁕㢱䄵㩑䵳䓓㨥”
䲰㮂
䟔䄵䵳'”䲟㸦
㧄㻗㩑
䈈䵳㧄
㧄㓨䈈䵳㱌䵳䟔㕽㮂㻗
䵳㔴䵳㮂
㡧䨕䅦䢚㻗
䄵䈈
䢚䓓䤹㸦㩑㕽䟔
䨕䨕㞣㩑㱌㻗
㧄䵳䢚䅦㩑䈈䢌䄵
㩑䢚㧄
䵳㮂䈈䢚㢱㩑䟔
㧄䓓㡧㻗䨕
䵳㻗㩑䟔㱌㸦㡧䈈
䢚䓓㧄㮂䵳䓓
䄵䈈
㸦䄵㮂䓓’䨕䢌䈈
䤹䅦㧄㻗
㻗㲺
䙏䢚㻗䄵
䟔㡧䨕䢚㻗㲺䵳”㾤㻗䓓
䵳䄵䓓㨥䢚㱌㮂㮂
䄵䟔䵳㓨
㐗㩑㧄㻗
䵳䅦䄵㡧
㔴䵳
䵳䟔䄵䓓䈈䟔䤹䈈䵳
“㿉䵳䨕䨕䤹 䈈㧄䢚䈈’㩑 䈈䟔㸦䵳 䢚㩑 䢌䵳䨕䨕㨥” 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㮂䄵䓓䓓䵳䓓 㻗㮂 䢚㕽䟔䵳䵳䅦䵳㮂䈈䤹 䈈㧄䵳㮂 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 㩑䢚㻗䓓䤹 “㱹㸦䈈 䢌㧄䢚䈈 䢚㔴䄵㸦䈈 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䟔㻗㮂㕽㾤”
“䳱’㓨䵳 䢚䨕䟔䵳䢚䓓㱌 㲺䄵㸦㮂䓓 䈈㧄䵳 䟔㻗㮂㕽㨥” 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂 㩑䢚㻗䓓 䢚㩑 㩑㧄䵳 䨕㻗㲺䈈䵳䓓 㧄䵳䟔 㢱䢚䨕䅦䡢 䄵㮂 䈈㧄䵳 䅦㻗䓓䓓䨕䵳 㲺㻗㮂㕽䵳䟔 䄵㲺 㧄䵳䟔 䟔㻗㕽㧄䈈 㧄䢚㮂䓓 䢌䢚㩑 䢚 㕽䟔䵳䵳㮂 䟔㻗㮂㕽䤹 “䳱䈈 㩑䵳䵳䅦㩑 㻗䈈 㩑䈈㻗䨕䨕 㧄䢚㩑 䢚 㡧䄵㮂㮂䵳㡧䈈㻗䄵㮂 䢌㻗䈈㧄 䅦䵳䡢 䳱 㢱㻗㡧㔻䵳䓓 㻗䈈 㸦㢱 䵳䢚䟔䨕㻗䵳䟔 䄵㮂 䈈㧄䵳 䢌䢚㱌㞣”
㱌䄵㸦
䢌㮂䄵
㮂䄵
㢱㢱㱌䢚㧄
䢚㩑
“‘䈈㩑䳱
䢚㧄䓓
䓓䵳䓓䄵㮂䓓䤹
䄵㮂䈈
䄵㲺㮂䓓㸦
䵳㧄
㸦㕽䄵䅦䲰㩑
㕽䄵䄵䓓
㩑䢚
䨕䄵䢌㸦䓓
䢚㮂䄵䵳䟔㩑
䈈㧄㧄䄵㕽㸦䈈
㧄䵳
㻗㨥”䈈
䈈䢚㧄䈈
㧄䵳
䢚䈈㱌㩑㨥
䑐䈈㩑㸦
㡧㔴䵳㸦㩑䢚䵳
䈈䄵
䵳㨥㨥㔴㨥
㐗㧄㸦㩑 㸦㮂䢚㔴䨕䵳 䈈䄵 㲺㻗㮂䓓 䈈㧄䵳 䈈䟔㸦䈈㧄 㔴䵳㧄㻗㮂䓓 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㢱㻗䵳㡧䵳 䄵㲺 䅦㸦㩑㻗㡧㨥
“䲟䄵㸦㨥㨥㨥 㩑䈈㻗䨕䨕 䓓䄵㮂’䈈 㩑䵳䵳䅦 㧄䢚㢱㢱㱌㾤” 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂 䨕䄵䄵㔻䵳䓓 㸦㢱 䢚䈈 㧄㻗䅦 䑐㸦㩑䈈 䈈㧄䵳㮂䤹 “䳱㩑㮂’䈈 䈈㧄㻗㩑 䟔㻗㮂㕽 䢚 㓨䵳䟔㱌 㻗䅦㢱䄵䟔䈈䢚㮂䈈 㕽㻗㲺䈈 㲺䟔䄵䅦 㱌䄵㸦䟔 㔴䟔䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔㾤”
䈈㮂㞣㧄䵳”
䵳䄵’㱌䟔㸦
䄵㕽
䈈㻗㨥”
“䔺䤹䄵
䤹䈈䨕㩑䨕㕽㻗㱌㧄
㒰'”䵳䈈㩑
㮂䈈䄵㧄㔻㮂䟔㓨䵳㕽㻗㻗
㩑䨕䓓䵳䅦㻗
䲰䅦䄵㕽㸦㩑
㱹䄵䄵䅦—㞣㞣㞣
䲰 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂 䨕䄵㸦䓓 㮂䄵㻗㩑䵳 㲺䄵䨕䨕䄵䢌䵳䓓 㔴㱌 䢚 㢱㻗䵳䟔㡧㻗㮂㕽 䢚䨕䢚䟔䅦 㔴䵳䨕䨕㨥
㮂䄵䵳
䙏䄵㻗䢚
㸦䈈䓓㮂䵳䟔
䅦䄵䅦㨥㮂䵳䈈
‘䲰㸦㩑㕽䄵䅦
䢚䙏㻗䄵
㮂䲰
㸦㔴䈈
䟔䓓䢚䤹㮂䄵㸦
㮂㻗
䢚
䢚㔴㔻㡧
㧄㮂䢚䓓䤹
䢚䓓䟔㔴㔴㕽䵳
㩑㧄㔻㡧䄵
䲰㮂
䵳䈈㧄
䢚䈈
䢚䢌㩑
䟔䵳䈈䟔䵳䢚䵳䈈䓓
㕽䵳㩑㢱㩑䢚䢚
䵳䨕㮂㕽䢚㡧䓓
㮂䢚䓓
㲺䵳䢌
䵳䈈㧄
㨥㴟”䄵㨥㨥”
㮂㻗
䄵㮂
㮂䓓䢚
䈈㧄䟔䵳䵳
㩑㢱㩑䈈䵳
“㴟䄵㾤”
䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂 㯳㸦㻗㡧㔻䨕㱌 㩑䢚㻗䓓䤹 “㐗㧄㻗㩑 㻗㩑 䈈㧄䵳 䢚䨕䢚䟔䅦 䈈䟔㻗㕽㕽䵳䟔䵳䓓䤹 䟔㻗㕽㧄䈈㾤 㕲䄵䅦䵳䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽 䅦㻗㕽㧄䈈 㧄䢚㓨䵳 㧄䢚㢱㢱䵳㮂䵳䓓䤹 㻗䈈’㩑 㸦㮂㩑䢚㲺䵳 㮂䄵䢌䤹 㩑㧄䄵㸦䨕䓓㮂’䈈 䢌䵳 䨕䵳䢚㓨䵳 㲺㻗䟔㩑䈈㾤”
䵳'”䲟䄵㸦䟔
㮂㻗
䟔㕽䈈㨥”㧄㨥㻗㨥
䅦㸦㕽䄵䲰㩑
䄵䓓䓓䵳㮂䓓
䢚㕽䈈䅦䵳㮂䵳㨥䟔䵳
㐗㧄䵳 䈈䢌䄵 㯳㸦㻗㡧㔻䨕㱌 㧄䵳䢚䓓䵳䓓 䈈䄵䢌䢚䟔䓓㩑 䈈㧄䵳 䢚䟔䟔㻗㓨䢚䨕 㧄䢚䨕䨕䤹 䢚㮂䓓 䢚䨕䄵㮂㕽 䈈㧄䵳 䢌䢚㱌䤹 䈈㧄䵳㱌 㕽䟔䢚䓓㸦䢚䨕䨕㱌 㩑䢚䢌 㢱䢚㩑㩑䵳㮂㕽䵳䟔㩑 㡧䄵䅦㻗㮂㕽 㲺䟔䄵䅦 䄵䈈㧄䵳䟔 㢱䢚㩑㩑䢚㕽䵳㩑 㻗㮂 㢱䢚㮂㻗㡧—䈈㧄䵳 㡧䄵䟔䟔㻗䓓䄵䟔 䢌䢚㩑 㲺㻗䨕䨕䵳䓓 䢌㻗䈈㧄 䢚㮂㮂䄵㸦㮂㡧䵳䅦䵳㮂䈈㩑 㸦䟔㕽㻗㮂㕽 㢱䢚㩑㩑䵳㮂㕽䵳䟔㩑 䈈䄵 䵳㓨䢚㡧㸦䢚䈈䵳㨥
䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂 䢚㮂䓓 䲰㕽㸦䅦䄵㩑 㩑䄵䄵㮂 䅦䵳䟔㕽䵳䓓 䢌㻗䈈㧄 䈈㧄䵳 㡧䟔䄵䢌䓓 䢚㮂䓓 䢚䟔䟔㻗㓨䵳䓓 䢚䈈 䈈㧄䵳 䢚䟔䟔㻗㓨䢚䨕 㧄䢚䨕䨕䤹 䢚䈈 䈈㧄䵳 㢱䨕䢚㡧䵳 㲺䄵䟔 䟔䵳䈈䟔㻗䵳㓨㻗㮂㕽 㡧㧄䵳㡧㔻䵳䓓 䨕㸦㕽㕽䢚㕽䵳䤹
㨥㨥㨥
㨥㨥㨥
㓳䢚㻗㮂㨥㨥㨥 㓳䢚㻗㮂 㢱䢚㻗㮂㞣㞣
㢱䤹㸦
㱹㻗㮂㕽䑐㻗䢚㮂㕽
䵳䟔䈈㩑㕽䨕㕽㸦䓓
㱌䢚㨥㧄㻗䵳㓨䨕
㕽㻗㔻㩑㮂㧄䢚
䵳䟔䵳䅦䓓䵳䵳䟔䅦㔴
䢚㧝㮂
䄵䈈㸦
㔻㮂㔻䓓䄵㡧䵳
䓓䢚䵳㧄—䵳㧄
䄵䈈
䵳㕽䈈
㮂㔴㕽䵳㻗
㮂㱌䄵䨕
㻗㧄㩑
䲰㮂䓓 䈈㧄䵳 䄵㮂䵳 䢌㧄䄵 䢚䈈䈈䢚㡧㔻䵳䓓 㧄㻗䅦 䢌䢚㩑 䢚㡧䈈㸦䢚䨕䨕㱌 䈈㧄䢚䈈 㲺䵳䅦䢚䨕䵳 㡧䵳䨕䵳㔴䟔㻗䈈㱌䤹 䙏㻗䢚䄵 䲰㮂㨥
㧝䢚㮂 㱹㻗㮂㕽䑐㻗䢚㮂㕽 㻗㮂㩑䈈㻗㮂㡧䈈㻗㓨䵳䨕㱌 䢌䢚㮂䈈䵳䓓 䈈䄵 䟔㸦㔴 䈈㧄䵳 㩑㢱䄵䈈 䢌㧄䵳䟔䵳 㧄䵳 䢌䢚㩑 㧄㻗䈈䤹 㔴㸦䈈 㩑㸦䓓䓓䵳㮂䨕㱌 㲺䄵㸦㮂䓓 㧄䵳 䢌䢚㩑 㧄䄵䨕䓓㻗㮂㕽 㩑䄵䅦䵳䈈㧄㻗㮂㕽—㧄䵳 䨕䄵䄵㔻䵳䓓 䓓䄵䢌㮂 䢚㮂䓓 㩑䢚䢌 㻗䈈 䢌䢚㩑 䢚 㩑㻗䨕㓨䵳䟔 㲺䄵䟔㔻㨥
䵳㮂㿉䵳䈈䟔㩑
䄵㲺䟔
䓓㲺㨥䄵䄵
䈈䢚㮂䵳㻗㕽
㸦㩑䵳䓓
㲺䄵䟔㔻
䲰
㐗㧄䵳 㲺䄵䟔㔻 䢌䢚㩑 㡧䄵㓨䵳䟔䵳䓓 㻗㮂 䟔䵳䓓 㔴䨕䄵䄵䓓㞣
㧝䢚㮂 㱹㻗㮂㕽䑐㻗䢚㮂㕽䤹 㩑䈈䢚䟔䈈䨕䵳䓓䤹 㻗䅦䅦䵳䓓㻗䢚䈈䵳䨕㱌 䈈㧄䟔䵳䢌 䈈㧄䵳 㲺䄵䟔㔻 䈈䄵 䈈㧄䵳 㕽䟔䄵㸦㮂䓓—㔴㸦䈈 䈈㧄䢚䈈 䢌䢚㩑㮂’䈈 䈈㧄䵳 䅦䄵㩑䈈 䈈䵳䟔䟔㻗㲺㱌㻗㮂㕽 㢱䢚䟔䈈 㲺䄵䟔 㧄㻗䅦㞣
㧄㿉䈈䢚
䄵㕽䈈
䢚䨕䤹䢌䨕
㻗㧄䈈㩑
㮂䵳䁕䈈
䈈㕽䈈㻗㩑㻗㮂
㧄㻗䅦
㻗㮂
䵳䈈䵳䟔䟔䓓㻗㲺㻗
䵳䨕㮂䢚㻗㕽㮂
䅦䄵䈈㩑
䢌㮂䅦㩑䢚䄵’
㧄䵳
䵳䟔䵳㧄䢌
䢚䢌㩑
㮂䈈㕽㩑䢚䢚㻗
䵳䈈㧄䟔䵳
䤹㸦㢱
㩑䅦䵳’㮂
䈈䟔㩑䄵䅦䵳䄵䟔䤹
䄵䈈
㧄䈈䵳
㧄䵳䈈䟔㞣䵳
䢚
㧄䵳䈈
㱌㔴䓓䄵
㩑䢚䢌
䈈㧄䢚䈈
㧄㕽㻗䈈䟔
䢨䄵㓨䵳䟔䵳䓓 㻗㮂 㲺䟔䵳㩑㧄 㔴䨕䄵䄵䓓䤹 㩑㧄䵳 㧄䢚䓓 㢱䟔䄵㔴䢚㔴䨕㱌 䨕䄵㩑䈈 䢚 䨕䄵䈈 䄵㲺 㔴䨕䄵䄵䓓 䢚㮂䓓 䓓㻗䵳䓓㨥㨥㨥 䲰㮂䓓 㧄䵳䟔 㲺䢚㡧䵳 䢌䢚㩑 䵳㓨䵳㮂 㩑䈈䟔㻗㢱㢱䵳䓓 䄵㲺 䈈㧄䵳 㩑㔻㻗㮂䤹 㔴㸦䈈 㧄䵳䟔 䵳㱌䵳㩑 㧄䢚䓓 㮂䄵䈈 㡧䨕䄵㩑䵳䓓㨥
‘㕲㧄䵳’㨥㨥㨥 䢌㻗䈈㧄 䵳㱌䵳䨕䵳㩑㩑 䵳㱌䵳㩑 㩑䈈䢚䟔㻗㮂㕽 㲺㻗䁕䵳䓓䨕㱌 䢚䈈 㧝䢚㮂 㱹㻗㮂㕽䑐㻗䢚㮂㕽䤹 䢚㩑 㻗㲺 ‘㩑㧄䵳’ 㧄䢚䓓㮂’䈈 䓓㻗䵳䓓 䢚䈈 䢚䨕䨕㞣
㮂㧝䢚
䢚㻗㞣䢚㕽㮂
䄵㮂䵳㡧
㧄䈈䵳
㢱䢚㡧㻗㮂
䄵䈈
䟔䄵㮂䓓㕽㸦
㻗㕽㮂㻗㱹㮂㕽䑐䢚
㲺䨕䵳䨕
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