Chapter 980: Chapter 24: Darkest Hour
“Is she…a pregnant woman?”
Song Ying covered her mouth in surprise, and Song Haoran directly furrowed his brows.
Often, people’s attitudes towards pregnant women are somewhat subtle.
This woman might be utterly unforgivable, she might be deeply hated by everyone, but when there’s a little life brewing inside her body, her situation bees different.
She probably won’t be forgiven, but the tiny life born within her is innocent.
A spotless, pure life always endears people.
Our respect for pregnant women stems from the greatness in nurturing life.
“This is just too cruel!” Song Ying’s face turned pale—on stage, there was only the seven or eight-year-old Paul, and the little life inside the red-dressed Qiao An’s belly, only one of the two was allowed to live.
In an instant, as Song Ying looked again at A Lai Ye, this blue-haired, blue-eyed girl no longer seemed exquisite and cute to her but rather inexplicably frightening.
Because all of this was happening according to her will—she dictated such a cruel survival battle, she personally created this cruel situation.
On the steel platform, the red-dressed Qiao An stood as if struck by lightning, dazed.
She lowered her head, her hand caressing her abdomen, her hair covering her face; her joy, anger, and disillusionment were invisible, only her trembling shoulders remained so clear.
“It can’t be like this! It can’t be like this!!”
Song Ying suddenly appeared agitated, quickly walking to Luo Qiu, grabbing his arm, “This is unreasonable, this is pletely unreasonable! Think of a way! Think of a way!”
“I’ve already said, I won’t interfere with A Lai Ye’s work.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “Since I’ve said it, then we can only wait for the oute.”
“But this is too strange… It’s really too strange!”
Song Ying switched to using both hands to grasp Luo Qiu’s arm, “It’s too unreasonable! Why must there be such a choice! Paul is just a child! What’s wrong with him surviving? There are so many worlds, so many people, tens of billions of people, could it be…could it be there’s no space for such a small life?”
Luo Qiu was silent for a moment.
Song Ying turned anxious and somewhat fearful, tremblingly saying, “Think of a way… there’s no time left!”
A Lai Ye had already said there’s only sixty seconds left, and now time is slipping away rapidly, possibly less than half remains, perhaps even less.
“Conservation.” Finally, Luo Qiu spoke up.
“What?” Song Ying was stunned, as was Song Haoran behind her.
“Probably something similar to mass conservation.” Luo Qiu sighed and said, “In physics, everything on Earth is energy conservation. Liquid, solid, gas, transforming between each other, humans should be amid this cycle. Soul…if the soul has weight, it should also be within the conservation cycle. Since conservation applies to all parties, even if just a little exceeds one side, it would cause everything to bee chaotic, unable to maintain the current equilibrium, though this current stage…”
At this point, Luo Qiu suddenly paused, glancing at A Lai Ye.
The girl was merely observing the changes on the steel platform, meanwhile, her arm slowly reached out… Luo Qiu knew that the time was likely approaching its limit.
The spread steel platform at this moment began to have its steel plates crack and fall off, plunging into the abyss below—this meant that the space available to the red-dressed Qiao An and Paul was rapidly shrinking.
The massive steel plates falling from mid-air instantly vanished into the abyss below, not making any sound—but it was precisely this quietness that instilled fear.
Time seemed to halt at this moment as the space allowing the red-dressed Qiao An and Paul to move became extremely minimal, as the stripped steel plates approached the red-dressed Qiao An’s feet.
She glanced downward and then suddenly walked towards Paul.
Behind her, the steel plates continued to peel off piece by piece—finally, when she reached Paul, only nine pieces of steel plates remained, resembling the form of a Nine Palace grid.
She and Paul simultaneously stood on the very middle piece of the steel plate.
“Paul… is it?” The red-dressed Qiao An suddenly asked, reaching to touch Paul’s cheek.
“Mom?” Paul looked timidly at the red-dressed Qiao An.
She suddenly asked softly, “Do you know who gave you your name?”
Paul shook his head in confusion.
“Don’t know, huh.” The red-dressed Qiao An slowly squatted down, gazing upward at Paul’s face, her voice turning gentle, “Well, I…inside my belly, there’s a child ready to be born. Although Paul doesn’t know who gave you your name, the child inside my body doesn’t have a name yet. Paul, do you know?”
The red-dressed Qiao An’s palm slowly descended, reaching for Paul’s wrist.
“Mom…” Paul was instantly terrified, “scared…”
Because at this moment, the remaining nine steel panels once more fell away at their four corners—only five were left, forming the shape of a cross.
“Good boy, Paul, don’t be afraid.” Red-dressed Qiao An’s voice grew softer, “By the way, Paul, have you ever seen your father?”
Hearing the word “father,” Paul immediately covered his ears—it seemed he was extremely afraid of hearing that name.
Red-dressed Qiao An slightly parted her lips, but soon, she stood up and hugged Paul tightly, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. Here, listen, can you hear anything from inside my belly?”
And at this moment, the steel panels fell away again.
…
As the remaining five steel panels fell, four of them did so, leaving only a space barely enough for Red-dressed Qiao An and Paul to stand.
At this time, A Lai Ye once again extended her other hand—indicating that the time she provided had reached its limit, and since the result had yet to manifest, she would execute the backup plan, erase these ‘unstable’ factors, then recreate them and integrate them back into the original temporal trajectory.
[Target locked.]
[Erasure program initiated.]
The palms of A Lai Ye’s hands began to gather a bit of faint light—soon turning into blue and white light spheres.
Within these two light spheres, Song Haoran felt despair—he sensed the immense power contained within them!
“Can you wait a moment?” Just then, Luo Qiu suddenly reached out to gently press A Lai Ye’s wrist, looking at her.
A Lai Ye tilted her head, seemingly puzzled at Luo Qiu: [Request? mand?]
“If it’s a request, would you refuse?” Luo Qiu stared into A Lai Ye’s eyes.
The blue light gleaming in her pupils started to blur, then quickly converged again, A Lai Ye directly replied: [Affirmation: The limit time has been reached, and a cleanup must be conducted.]
Luo Qiu pondered for a moment—and during this moment, A Lai Ye ignored him entirely, as those two light spheres were about to be launched.
Luo Qiu then spoke up: “mand.”
The light spheres in the palms of A Lai Ye’s hands instantly halted in place, [Acknowledged: Sub-administrator A Lai Ye, code 003 temporarily suspending the erasure program… Program paused.]
With that, A Lai Ye slowly lowered her hands, then looked at Luo Qiu, [Report: The boundary time has arrived, the ‘unstable’ factors will affect this time-space, currently calculating… calculating…]
“Actually, there’s still some time left, isn’t there.” Luo Qiu looked at A Lai Ye, “Since two have already been eliminated consecutively, it means the original burden has been reduced a lot. In that case, more time can be delayed, right?”
A Lai Ye’s gaze flickered continuously, even closing her eyes directly, only after several seconds did she say: [Starting to correct boundary time, correcting… correcting…]
A Lai Ye fell into silence, and upon seeing this, Song Ying couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, giving Luo Qiu a forting smile, “I knew I hadn’t misjudged you!”
“No.” Luo Qiu shook his head, “I just wanted to test whether the so-called root authority could truly mand A Lai Ye… If time runs out without a result, then the original oute is just delayed a bit more.”
“Anyway…” Song Ying bit her lip, “You still helped, didn’t you? That at least proves you’re not the same as her… Do you know, just now, the feeling you gave me was exactly the same as this A Lai Ye!”
Luo Qiu didn’t say a word, simply turned around and quietly looked at the last piece of steel panel where Red-dressed Qiao An and Paul stood.
He suddenly asked: “Do you think her current gentleness is real, or fake.”
Song Ying opened her mouth, subconsciously looking over.
At this moment, Red-dressed Qiao An’s face was full of tenderness, and the smile on her lips was a moving kind of maternal warmth… like a mother nourishing her child.
Truth, falsehood, no one could say for sure.
She said herself; she was an actress.
…
“What did you hear?”
Despite only one steel panel left, there wasn’t any hint of fear on Red-dressed Qiao An’s face, her gaze gentle enough to be infectious, calming Paul’s emotions bit by bit.
Paul lifted his head, looking confusedly at Red-dressed Qiao An, “Mom, I can’t hear anything.”
“You really can’t hear it?”
Paul slowly shook his head.
Red-dressed Qiao An gently caressed her abdomen, her eyes lowered, “But I can hear, the child inside my belly keeps calling me mom, mom. You know, this child often talks to me.”
Paul opened his eyes, seemingly finding it incredible.
Red-dressed Qiao An touched Paul’s head, “Do you want to know what this child says to me?”
Paul nodded.
Red-dressed Qiao An’s voice became clearer, “He tells me, ‘Mom, mom, I want to e out quickly, I want to meet mom,’ that’s what he says to me. So…”
Red-dressed Qiao An smiled slightly, reached out to support Paul’s underarms, and lifted him up, “So, if mom wants to let this child e out to meet, but needs Paul’s help, will Paul help mom with this?”
“Yes!” Paul nodded heavily.
Red-dressed Qiao An said softly, “Such a good child. Mom will always love you, always, always.”
She then lifted up Paul, extending her hands beyond this only piece of steel plate, “Always, always, forever, forever, forever…”
Seeing this, Red-dressed Qiao An was about to let go of her hands—once she let go, Paul would also fall into the abyss below, into the fissure of dimensions.
“No!”
Finally, Song Ying screamed in terror from below.
The voice was piercingly clear in this empty and silent Mirror World, conveying well to Red-dressed Qiao An and Paul’s ears.
But Red-dressed Qiao An did not pay attention, she just smiled at Paul, “Paul, do you know? Mom really wanted to be your mom, really wanted to give birth to you personally. But if Paul is present, then mom has no way to give birth to him.”
“Does mom not want Paul anymore?” Paul asked, mixed with fear.
“I will.” Red-dressed Qiao An suddenly said, “I will want Paul. The child I give birth to, his name will be… Paul.”
Red-dressed Qiao An suddenly let go of her hands.
Paul directly fell from the only steel platform, straight down into the abyss.
At this moment, Red-dressed Qiao An’s gaze was icy, looking at the falling Paul, her face expressionless, and she calmly said, “I’m not your mom. But there’s one thing you can be grateful for, and that is you actually have seen your father—even though, only in this space-time.”
“Mom…”
Voice, little figure, also quickly disappeared into that dark abyss… On the steel plate, now there was only Red-dressed Qiao An left.
Song Ying, clutching Luo Qiu’s arm, let her hands fall limply at this moment.
She looked at Red-dressed Qiao An standing on the steel plate, her gaze gradually growing indifferent, as if looking at nothing more than a corpse, an object devoid of life.
“Why… is it like this…” Song Ying felt a bit cold, instinctively hugged her body.
She looked blankly at Luo Qiu, only to find Luo Qiu at that moment motionless, not even blinking. She turned towards Song Haoran, only to see that he, always with a smile, now looked slightly colder.
“I’ve already won!” Red-dressed Qiao An suddenly shouted loudly, “A Lai Ye! This time I really won, didn’t I!”
[Boundary time correction pleted… Boundary time has reached a critical point…] The paused A Lai Ye finally opened her eyes, her blue eyes once again emitting sparkling glimmers, and she looked towards Luo Qiu: [Inquiry: whether to continue suspending the clearance program. Inquiry: whether to continue suspending the clearance program.]
Luo Qiu was seen silently watching Red-dressed Qiao An, and after A Lai Ye’s third inquiry, he finally spoke, “Even though there are countless dazzling pearls in the ocean, there are also times when they can’t break out of their shells. Sometimes, can’t even form… Do it as you like, A Lai Ye, I don’t care.”
[Understood.] A Lai Ye nodded: [Root permission approved, continue executing clearance program. Initiating with backup plan, Qiao An’s recreation.]
A Lai Ye at this moment opened her hands, and a group of light was born from her hands and gently floated out.
In the air, this group of light gradually elongated, reshaped, adjusted, and finally transformed into a humanoid form—when these lights began to fall away piece by piece from the humanoid, what appeared before everyone… was yet another Qiao An.
Only this Qiao An appeared entirely gray-white, as if crafted from clay.
Based on A Lai Ye’s speech, this Qiao An did not e from any space-time—she was a recreated Qiao An.
[Memory, recreated.] A Lai Ye at this moment tapped this new Qiao An’s forehead, [Fusion initiated, virtual soul implanted… Implantation successful… Fusion underway… Estimated fusion time is four hundred seconds… Waiting.]
Watching as the skin of this recreated Qiao An gradually tends towards normal, like a truly sleeping person… Red-dressed Qiao An suddenly screamed!
“What are you doing!!! What are you doing!!!” Red-dressed Qiao An at this moment screamed madly: “I’ve won! I’ve already won! The last one left is me! I’m qualified to replace this space-time’s Qiao An!! I’m the victor!! A Lai Ye!! A Lai Ye!! Are you going to break your promise!!! Let me go!! Let me go!!”
[Rejected: Victory conditions have not been met, the ‘instability’ factors still exist. Reinitializing cleansing program.]
At this moment, A Lai Ye slowly raised her palm, the light sphere with terrifying power appeared once again in her palm.
“What do you mean by victory conditions not being met!! Clearly, I’m the only one left!!!” Red-dressed Qiao An faced A Lai Ye, panicking, “Are you blind! Paul has already been thrown down by me! How can any ‘instability’ factors still exist here!!”
Yet A Lai Ye remained silent this time.
This made Red-dressed Qiao An even more hysterical, “Liars!! You’re all liars!! You’re just using me for amusement!! You’re all liars!!! You intended from the start not to let any of us go! To have us all die! You deprived me of everything!!! Liars!! Devils!!!”
“Idiot!” Suddenly, Song Haoran’s voice rang out.
This stimulated Red-dressed Qiao An even further, yet Song Haoran simply sneered, “You seemed smart, how e you didn’t figure out the simplest thing? Though you’re the only one left on the platform? There’s still another one? Did you really win?”
“Another one… another one?” Red-dressed Qiao An widened her eyes, spun around to look.
However, this piece of steel was only one square meter in size, how could anyone else be hiding there? Red-dressed Qiao An kept turning her body, seeing only air, “You’re lying to me!! There’s nothing here!!”
“Who says there isn’t?” Song Haoran squinted his eyes, continued sneering, “He’s inside your body, he’s the child you’re carrying.”
Red-dressed Qiao An was thunderstruck.
“Still don’t understand?”
Song Haoran glanced at A Lai Ye, then said, “She said the victor can replace the original Qiao An of our time-space, but didn’t say it includes this child who won’t originally exist… the child in your belly, it’s probably conceived in another time-space, right? So for this time-space, the child itself is the biggest ‘instability’ factor! As long as you’re carrying him, you can’t possibly win! It’s a wasted effort on your part.”
“Impossible… no way… it can’t be true! I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it… I don’t believe it!!” Red-dressed Qiao An suddenly grasped her head forcefully, “You’re lying to me!! You’re all lying to me!!”
Song Haoran, a man of quick justice and personal vendetta, looked at Red-dressed Qiao An mockingly and said, “Heaven may forgive natural misdeeds, but not self-made ones.”
“I don’t want——!”
Red-dressed Qiao An suddenly screamed, at this moment, she suddenly raised her palm – and clenched in her hand was a Western-style dinner fork!
This fork should have been used by Hoodie Qiao An, when did it end up in Red-dressed Qiao An’s hand? A flash of doubt crossed Song Haoran’s mind… was it dropped when Hoodie Qiao An inadvertently pushed White-dressed Qiao An off the platform?
But there was no time for Song Haoran to think.
Because at this moment, Red-dressed Qiao An suddenly stabbed the Western dinner fork fiercely into her own abdomen…
[Initiate.]
The light sphere in A Lai Ye’s palm detached at once, rapidly shooting towards Red-dressed Qiao An.
The light sphere shone brilliantly, resembling the blinding Sun.
In this white brilliance, Red-dressed Qiao An on the steel plate emitted a terrible scream—when the light sphere approached, only to see Red-dressed Qiao An tremblingly raising her hands, seemingly holding something between them…the blood-soaked life.
“I won…”
The scorching white light eventually devoured it all, every sight, every feeling.
…
After the light gradually dissipated, the steel plate was no longer visible in the air, unsurprisingly, neither was Red-dressed Qiao An.
But it seemed this did not signify plete closure—because the recreated Qiao An had yet to open her eyes.
“Are humans… really that terrifying.” Song Ying looked at Song Haoran blankly, “At the end, did she actually… give…”
Song Haoran remained silent.
“At least, he got to be here. Even though he never opened his eyes, never got to see the mother who carried him… but he did truly e.”
That was Luo Qiu’s voice.
As Song Ying turned back, Luo Qiu walked forward, then without warning, jumped into the black abyss.
“Wait for me here for a while.”
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PS: (5/24)
䨖䶳䚘䋮䚥䚘䶳
䶳䶳䚥䚥㙜䂳䢞㪫㣘㙼
蘆
䶳㪫䍫㰛䚥
老
老
魯
㶟䶳䝭
䄸㪫㬽
櫓
㶟䨖㰛
䢞㪫
䐊䢞䄣䋮
䬴㪫
㶟㻾䋮䶳
䨖䨖㙜㙜䶳䝭䬴䶳䚘㰛㰛
䨖䝭㣘䚥㰛䶳㰛
㙜㪫䚘䢞
䋮䶳䚘䶳䚘䔴䚘
㰼䋮䬴䄣
㒠㰛䶳㪫䋮䨖
䬴䄸㙭䄣䝭䶳
虜
盧
㪫䢞
虜
䄸䬮䢞
䂳䬴䔴㶟
䖾䚘’䬴䄸
䶳㬽䢞䍫䚥㒠
㰛㒠䚘
䢞䢞㪫
擄
䢞㪫䋮䬴
䶳㶟㪫
盧
䐊㶟䶳
㣘㰛㬽䚘䚘
㙼䶳㰛䂳
“䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮㧑” 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㰼䬴䋮䄣 㙼㰛䚥䚥䶳䨖 㰛䋮㵫䬴䢞䄸䚘䚥㣘 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 䢞䋮䚥㣘 㙜䶳䝭䚘䢞䋮 䚘㶟䶳 㙼䢞䄸䚥䨖 䝭䶳䚥㣘 䢞䋮 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳䬴䝭䝭䢞䝭 㒠䢞䝭䚥䨖䔴 “㻾㶟㰛㪫 䚘㶟䢞䄸䚥䨖 㒠䶳 䨖䢞㤎”
“㻾㰛䬴㪫䍫” 䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 䚘㰛䬴䨖 㙼㰛䚥䂳䚥㣘 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳䢞䂳䶳䋮㪫 㰛䋮䨖 䄣䚥㰛䋮㙼䶳䨖 㰛㪫 䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳䔴 “䐊䬴䋮㙼䶳 䶳䗘䶳䋮 䚘㶟䶳 㶟㰛䚘 㪫䢞 䢞㬽䶳㣘 䇦䬴㰛䢞䍫䍫䍫 㽷䢞䔴 䢞㬽䶳㣘 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸’䚘 䢞䝭䨖䶳䝭䚘䔴 㒠㶟㰛㪫 䨖䢞 㒠䶳 㶟㰛䗘䶳 㪫䢞 㒠䢞䝭䝭㣘 㰛㬽䢞䄸㪫㤎”
㪫”㾽䄸
㪫䚘䍫㶟䍫”䬴䍫
㪫䢞
䄣䢞䐊䋮
䢞䂳䶳䄣㶟㪫䋮䍫䬴䚘
㣘㰛䚘
䋮䬴䨖䋮䶳䶳䨖㪫
䄣㰼䋮䬴
䬴㪫䚥䚥䚘
㾽䄸㪫 䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 䚘㶟䢞䢞䔖 㶟䬴䚘 㶟䶳㰛䨖䔴 䚘䬴䄣䋮㰛䚥䬴䋮䄣 㙭䢞䝭 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㰼䬴䋮䄣 㪫䢞 㐦䄸䬴䶳㪫 䨖䢞㒠䋮䍫䍫䍫 䒗㙭㪫䶳䝭 㰛䚥䚥䔴 㰛䚘 㪫㶟䶳 䶳䚥䨖䶳䝭䔴 䨖䶳䚘㙜䬴㪫䶳 䋮䢞㪫 㰛䚥㒠㰛㣘䚘 㬽䶳䬴䋮䄣 㰛䄸㪫㶟䢞䝭䬴㪫㰛㪫䬴䗘䶳䔴 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㰼䬴䋮䄣 㶟䶳䚥㙜䚥䶳䚘䚘䚥㣘 䋮䢞䨖䨖䶳䨖 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䶳䋮䨖䍫
䐊㶟䶳 㽆䄸䚘㪫 䄣㰛㝠䶳䨖 䬴䋮㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 㰛㬽㣘䚘䚘䔴 㶟䶳䝭 㒠䢞䝭䝭㣘 䄣䝭䢞㒠䬴䋮䄣 䂳䢞䝭䶳 䬴䋮㪫䶳䋮䚘䶳䍫
䨖䶳㪫㒠䋮㰛
䍫㶟䍫䐊䶳䍫
㶟䶳䚘
㶟䨖㰛
㰛䝭㙼䚥䶳
䚘䋮䢞䬴㪫䚘䶳䄸㐦
䋮䂳㰛㣘
㣘䋮㰛䂳
䢞㪫
㬽䔴䨖䚘䄸㪫䢞
䄸㙜䍫
䐊䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮䚥㣘䔴 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㰼䬴䋮䄣 㙭䬴䋮㰛䚥䚥㣘 䄸䋮䨖䶳䝭䚘㪫䢞䢞䨖 㒠㶟㣘 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 㶟㰛䨖 䋮䢞 䬴䋮㪫䶳䝭䶳䚘㪫 䬴䋮 䚘㪫㰛㣘䬴䋮䄣 㒠䬴㪫㶟 㪫㶟䶳 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㿿㰛䂳䬴䚥㣘䍫䍫䍫 䃏㙭 㶟䶳 㶟㰛䨖 䚘䄸㙼㶟 䬴䋮㙼䝭䶳䨖䬴㬽䚥䶳 㙜䢞㒠䶳䝭 㬽䶳㶟䬴䋮䨖 㶟䬴䂳䔴 㶟䢞㒠 䬴䋮䚘䬴䄣䋮䬴㙭䬴㙼㰛䋮㪫 䂳䄸䚘㪫 㪫㶟䶳 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㿿㰛䂳䬴䚥㣘 䚘䶳䶳䂳 㪫䢞 㶟䬴䂳㤎
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 䚘䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮䚥㣘 㒠㰛䚥䔖䶳䨖 䢞䗘䶳䝭 㪫䢞㒠㰛䝭䨖䚘 䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳䔴 㶟㰛䋮䨖䚘 㬽䶳㶟䬴䋮䨖 㶟䬴䚘 㬽㰛㙼䔖䔴 㪫㶟䶳 䄸䚘䄸㰛䚥䚥㣘 䝭䶳㙼䔖䚥䶳䚘䚘 㰼䢞䄸䋮䄣 㷖㰛䚘㪫䶳䝭 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㰛㙜㙜䶳㰛䝭䶳䨖 㐦䄸䬴㪫䶳 䝭䶳䚥㰛㵫䶳䨖 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳䢞䂳䶳䋮㪫—䋮䢞㪫 㒠䬴㪫㶟 㶟䬴䚘 䄸䚘䄸㰛䚥 㙭䚥䬴㙜㙜㰛䋮㪫 䨖䶳䂳䶳㰛䋮䢞䝭 㒠㶟䶳䋮 㙭䚥䬴䝭㪫䬴䋮䄣䍫
䒗
䋮䨖㰛
䪂”䚘䬴㶟
䐊䢞䄣䋮
䚘䨖㶟䄸䢞䚥
䢞㙭
䝭䬴”䄣㪫㶟㤎
䔴㰼䶳
䶳㰼䔴
㪫㶟䶳
䋮䬴
䚥”㰛㰛䒗”㣘䍫^
䶳㪫㶟
䒗
䨖䚘㪫䢞䢞
䢞㪫䝭䋮㙭
䋮䬴䢞䄸䬴㙜䝭㪫㰛䋮䢞䋮㙼
䝭䢞䋮㰛䈛㰛
䶳㬽
䨖㰛䚘䬴䔴
㙭䢞
㰛䬴䬮
㰛䂳䶳䋮
䬴㣘㙭㰛䚥䚥䋮
㰛㪫䋮䐊䚘䔖䝭䬴
䂳䚘䬴䔴䶳䨖䚥
䬮㰛䬴
䪂㶟䶳 㬽䚥䄸䶳㴼㶟㰛䬴䝭䶳䨖䔴 㬽䚥䄸䶳㴼䶳㣘䶳䨖 䄣䬴䝭䚥 㙭䚥䢞㰛㪫䶳䨖 䄸㙜䔴 㶟䶳䝭 㬽䢞䨖㣘 䚘䚥䢞㒠䚥㣘 䝭䢞㪫㰛㪫䬴䋮䄣 㪫䢞 㙭㰛㙼䶳 䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮䔴 㣘䶳㪫 䚘㶟䶳 䚘㰛䬴䨖 䋮䢞㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣䍫
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 䚘䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮䚥㣘 㬽䶳㙼㰛䂳䶳 䚘䢞 䚘䶳䝭䬴䢞䄸䚘 㪫㶟㰛㪫 䶳䗘䶳䋮 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㰼䬴䋮䄣 㙭䶳䚥㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㒠㰛䚘䋮’㪫 㶟䶳䝭 䄸䋮㙼䚥䶳䍫 䈛䶳 䚘㰛䬴䨖䔴 “䤐㰛䋮 䃏 䔖䶳䶳㙜 䂳㣘 䂳䶳䂳䢞䝭㣘 䢞㙭 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㪫䬴䂳䶳㤎”
䍫䚘䨖䍫㰛䍫䬴
䶳㪫㪫䝭䔴䝭㰛䚘
䨖䶳㪫䝭䚥㰛䶳
䚥㰛䚥
䶳䝭䶳䨖䚘㰛䔴
㪫䶳㶟
䝭䄸䶳䚘䚥
䬴䋮䨖䬴䚥’㰛䗘䬴䨖䚘䄸
㬽䶳
䶳㰼
㰛䬴䬮
䒗
䚘䒗
䐊䄣䢞䋮
䐊䄣䢞䋮
䝭䋮䄸䶳䨖㪫
䶳㬽
䨖䶳䔴㰛䚘䔖
䄸䚥㙜㰛㬽㣘䝭㪫
䂳㬽䝭䶳䨖䝭䶳䂳䶳䶳
䢞䄸㒠䚥䨖
䚘㶟䄣䋮䢞㪫䂳䶳䬴
䝭䬴䂳䶳䶳䚘䂳䢞
䄸㽆㪫䚘
䢞㰛䋮䈛㰛䝭
䚥䨖㒠䢞䄸
䄸㒠䢞䚥䨖
䄸㰛䋮䢞䍫䨖䝭
䚘㰛
䨖㰛䝭䚥㪫䶳䍫䶳
䋮㰛䨖
䚘䢞䢞䋮
䐊㶟䶳
䋮䬴䄣㰼
䗘䝭䋮䄣䬴㣘䔔䶳㪫㶟
㰛㶟䨖
䙲㵰䶳䋮䬴䶳䨖㩶 㳡䶳㐦䄸䶳䚘㪫 䝭䶳㽆䶳㙼㪫䶳䨖䍫 㷖㰛㪫㪫䶳䝭䚘 㙼䢞䋮㙼䶳䝭䋮䬴䋮䄣 㪫㶟䶳 䂳䬴䝭䝭䢞䝭 㒠䢞䝭䚥䨖 㰛䋮䨖 㪫㶟䶳 䚘䄸㬽㴼㰛䨖䂳䬴䋮䬴䚘㪫䝭㰛㪫䢞䝭 䂳䄸䚘㪫 䋮䢞㪫 㬽䶳 䨖䬴䚘㙼䚥䢞䚘䶳䨖䍫㫢
䃏㪫 䚘䶳䶳䂳䶳䨖 䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 㶟㰛䨖 㰛䋮㪫䬴㙼䬴㙜㰛㪫䶳䨖 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䝭䶳䚘㙜䢞䋮䚘䶳 㙭䝭䢞䂳 䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳䔴 䚘䢞 㶟䶳 㒠㰛䚘䋮’㪫 䚘䄸䝭㙜䝭䬴䚘䶳䨖 㰛䋮䨖 㬽䢞䚥䨖䚥㣘 䚘㰛䬴䨖䔴 “㻾㶟㰛㪫 䬴㙭 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䬴䚘 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸’䚘 䝭䶳㐦䄸䶳䚘㪫㤎 㻾䢞䄸䚥䨖 㣘䢞䄸 䚘㪫䬴䚥䚥 䶳䝭㰛䚘䶳 䢞䄸䝭 䂳䶳䂳䢞䝭䬴䶳䚘 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㪫䬴䂳䶳㤎”
㙼䚘䬴㙭㙼㙜䶳䬴
㰛䬮䬴
䄸䨖䬴䚘䶳䚘
䋮䶳䶳㩶䬴㵰䙲䨖
㰛䄸䬴㣘䝭㪫䢞㪫㶟
䋮㰛㣘
䢞䋮㪫
㶟䶳䪂
䬴䢞䄣䬴䝭䋮
㪫䚘䬴䋮䍫䬴䄸䝭䋮䚘㫢㙼䢞㪫
䚥㒠㩶䚥䚘䢞㣘
㙜䔖䢞䶳䚘
䒗
㰼䶳
㰛㶟䚘
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 䝭䶳䂳㰛䬴䋮䶳䨖 㐦䄸䬴㪫䶳 㰛㪫 䶳㰛䚘䶳䔴 䶳䗘䶳䋮 㙼㶟䄸㙼䔖䚥䶳䨖䔴 㰛䋮䨖 䚘㰛䬴䨖䔴 “㾽䄸㪫 㶟䢞㒠 䨖䢞 㣘䢞䄸 䔖䋮䢞㒠 㶟䶳 㒠䢞䋮’㪫 䄣䬴䗘䶳 㪫㶟㰛㪫 㙼䢞䂳䂳㰛䋮䨖㤎 㰼䢞䄸 䚘䶳䶳䔴 㶟䶳’䚘 䋮䢞㪫 㶟䶳䝭䶳 㙭䢞䝭 㪫㶟䶳 䂳䢞䂳䶳䋮㪫䔴 㰛䋮䨖 䋮䶳䬴㪫㶟䶳䝭 㣘䢞䄸 䋮䢞䝭 䃏 㙼㰛䋮 㙼䢞䋮㙭䬴䝭䂳 㪫㶟䬴䚘䔴 䝭䬴䄣㶟㪫㤎”
䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳 䝭䶳䂳㰛䬴䋮䶳䨖 䚘䬴䚥䶳䋮㪫䔴 㪫㶟䶳 䶳䶳䝭䬴䶳 㬽䚥䄸䶳 䚥䬴䄣㶟㪫 䬴䋮 㶟䶳䝭 㙜䄸㙜䬴䚥䚘 㙭㰛䬴䋮㪫䚥㣘 䚘㙜䝭䶳㰛䨖䬴䋮䄣 㰛䄣㰛䬴䋮䍫䍫䍫 㰛䚘 䬴㙭 䚘㶟䶳 㒠㰛䚘 㪫㶟䬴䋮䔖䬴䋮䄣䍫
㰛䋮䨖
“䌇㙭
䢞㪫
䃏’䂳
䚘䬴䔴䨖㰛
‘㶟䶳䨖
㒠䝭䶳䬴䨖䢞䝭
䋮㪫㙜䄸㙜䬴䝭䢞㣘㪫䢞
䶳㶟㒠䬴䚥
㰛䶳䄣䶳䝭
䶳䨖䚘䬴㝠䶳
䚘䶳䄸䝭
㰛䋮㰛䢞䝭䈛
㪫䍫䚘㶟䬴
㶟䶳
䢞”㒠䍫䚥䄸䨖
䬴㙭
䃏
‘㒠㪫䢞䋮
䚘㣘㙭䚥䶳䂳
㶟䶳
䶳㪫㶟
䔴䝭䚘㙼䢞䄸䶳
㰛’䋮㙼㪫
㒠䝭㣘䢞䝭
䶳䔴䄣㰛䶳䝭
䢞䄸㣘
㬽䶳
䢞䄣䐊䋮
䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳 䚘䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮䚥㣘 䚘㰛䬴䨖㩶 䙲㵰䶳䋮䬴䶳䨖㩶 䪂㶟䶳 䢞䝭䬴䄣䬴䋮 㰛䄸㪫㶟䢞䝭䬴㪫㣘 㶟㰛䚘 㪫㶟䶳 䝭䬴䄣㶟㪫 㪫䢞 䬴䚘䚘䄸䶳 㰛䋮㣘 䬴䋮䚘㪫䝭䄸㙼㪫䬴䢞䋮䚘 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 䚘䄸㬽㴼㰛䨖䂳䬴䋮䬴䚘㪫䝭㰛㪫䢞䝭䍫 䤐䢞䂳䂳㰛䋮䨖䚘 㰛䝭䶳 㰛㬽䚘䢞䚥䄸㪫䶳䚥㣘 䢞㬽䶳㣘䶳䨖䍫 䐊䄸㬽㴼㰛䨖䂳䬴䋮䬴䚘㪫䝭㰛㪫䢞䝭 䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳䔴 䃏㵰 䘾䘾㫌䔴 䨖䢞䶳䚘 䋮䢞㪫 䶳㵫㙜䶳䝭䬴䶳䋮㙼䶳 㒠䢞䝭䝭㣘䍫㫢
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 㙜㰛䄸䚘䶳䨖䔴 㪫㶟䶳䋮 䚘䢞䂳䶳㒠㶟㰛㪫 㶟䶳䚥㙜䚥䶳䚘䚘䚥㣘 䚘㰛䬴䨖䔴 “䐊䢞 䃏’䂳 㪫㶟䶳 䢞䋮䚥㣘 䢞䋮䶳 㒠䢞䝭䝭㣘䬴䋮䄣 䄸䋮䬴䚥㰛㪫䶳䝭㰛䚥䚥㣘䍫䍫䍫 㾽䄸㪫䔴 㙭䢞䝭 䋮䢞㒠䔴 䋮䶳䬴㪫㶟䶳䝭 㣘䢞䄸 䋮䢞䝭 䃏 㙼㰛䋮 㙼䢞䋮㙭䬴䝭䂳 㪫㶟䬴䚘䔴 㒠㶟䬴㙼㶟 䬴䚘 㙼䶳䝭㪫㰛䬴䋮䔴 䝭䬴䄣㶟㪫㤎”
䨖㣘㙜㪫䋮䋮㙼䄸䶳䝭䶳䶳䚥䶳䨖
䬮䬴㰛
䒗
䶳㰼
䨖䨖䢞䋮䨖䶳䔴
䶳䝭䍫䙲㫢䒗䄣䶳
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 㙭䬴䋮㰛䚥䚥㣘 䄣䝭䬴䋮䋮䶳䨖䔴 “䐊䢞 䄸䋮㪫䬴䚥 㶟䶳 䝭䶳㪫䄸䝭䋮䚘䔴 㰛㪫 䚥䶳㰛䚘㪫 䄸䋮㪫䬴䚥 㶟䶳 䝭䶳㪫䄸䝭䋮䚘䔴 㰛 䨖䶳㙼䬴䚘䬴䢞䋮 㙼㰛䋮’㪫 㬽䶳 䂳㰛䨖䶳䍫 㿿䢞䝭 䋮䢞㒠䔴 㙼㰛䋮 㒠䶳 䢞䋮䚥㣘 䂳㰛䬴䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䚘㪫㰛㪫䄸䚘 㐦䄸䢞䔴 䬴䚘䋮’㪫 㪫㶟㰛㪫 䚘䢞㤎”
䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳 䨖䬴䨖䋮’㪫 䚘㙜䶳㰛䔖䍫
㶟䬴䚘
䚘㰛㒠
䐊䄣䢞䋮
䢞㪫
㙜䚥䶳䶳㙜䢞
㙭䢞
䝭䚥䂳䚘䚘䶳㰛㶟
㣘䬴䚘㪫䚥䄣䚥㶟
㶟㪫䶳
㒠䝭㰛䶳㰛䄸䋮
㰛䬮䬴
䗘䶳䶳䋮
䄣䢞䐊䋮
㙭䢞
㰛䚥䚥
䋮㪫㰛䚘’㒠
䝭䬴䄣䚥
㪫䶳㶟
䢞㪫
㰛䶳㙜㙼㬽㰛䚥
䢞䝭䚘㙜㒠䶳䔴
㪫㙼䶳䍫䚥㣘䝭䬴䨖
䚘䶳䨖䂳䶳䶳
䶳㙼䚘䨖䶳䶳䄸㙼䨖
䋮䢞
䚘㶟䬴
䚥䬴㪫䚥㪫䶳
䢞䚘䝭㪫䚘
䋮䄣䄸㙼䗘䝭䬴
䚘䶳䶳
䢞䋮䬴㪫
—㪫䬴䶳䂳䚘䚥㣘䶳
䬴䋮
䄣䶳㰛䋮䝭㙼㪫䬴
㙜䚘䚘䢞䨖䶳䶳䚘䚘
㶟䂳㪫䄣䬴
䄣㰼䬴䋮
㶟䶳㰛䍫㪫䨖䍫䍫
䶳㰼
㒠䝭䨖䢞䬴䝭䶳
䒗
㪫䬴㪫䚥䶳䚥
䢞㣘䄸
䶳䬴䋮㬽䨖䝭䬴䶳䚥㙼
䚘䪂䬴㶟
㶟㰛㪫㪫
䶳㣘䚘䶳
㰛䈛㰛䝭䋮䢞
㶟㰛䶳䗘
䚘䂳㙼䔴䶳䶳㶟
䚥㰛㙼㪫㣘䄸㰛䚥
䚘㪫㪫䝭䔴䶳䶳
䐊䢞䋮䄣 “䤐䢞䄸䝭㪫䬴䋮䄣 㵰䶳㰛㪫㶟” 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮䍫䍫䍫 㪫䝭䄸䚥㣘 䚥䬴䗘䶳䚘 䄸㙜 㪫䢞 㶟䬴䚘 䋮㰛䂳䶳㧑
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 㪫䄸䝭䋮䶳䨖 㬽㰛㙼䔖 㪫䢞 䚘䶳䋮䨖 㰛 䝭䶳㰛䚘䚘䄸䝭䬴䋮䄣 䚥䢞䢞䔖 㪫䢞 䐊䢞䋮䄣 㰼䬴䋮䄣䔴 㪫㶟䶳䋮 㙼䢞䋮㪫䬴䋮䄸䶳䨖 䚥䢞䢞䔖䬴䋮䄣 㰛㪫 䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳 㰛䋮䨖 䚘㰛䬴䨖䔴 “䪂㶟䶳䝭䶳’䚘 䚘䢞䂳䶳㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣 䃏’䂳 㐦䄸䬴㪫䶳 㙼䄸䝭䬴䢞䄸䚘 㰛㬽䢞䄸㪫䍫䍫䍫 䒗䂳䢞䋮䄣 㪫㶟䢞䚘䶳 䖾䬴㰛䢞 䒗䋮 㽆䄸䚘㪫 䋮䢞㒠䔴 䬴㪫 㒠㰛䚘 䂳䶳䋮㪫䬴䢞䋮䶳䨖 㪫㶟㰛㪫 㪫㶟䶳㣘’䗘䶳 㰛䚥䚘䢞 䂳䶳㪫 㣘䢞䄸 䬴䋮 䢞㪫㶟䶳䝭 䚘㙜㰛㙼䶳㪫䬴䂳䶳䍫 䒗䋮䨖 㣘䢞䄸’䝭䶳 㒠䬴㪫㶟 㰛 䋮䄸䂳㬽䶳䝭䔴 䚘䢞 㙼㰛䋮 䃏 㰛䚘䚘䄸䂳䶳 䬴䋮 䨖䬴㙭㙭䶳䝭䶳䋮㪫 䚘㙜㰛㙼䶳㪫䬴䂳䶳䚘 㪫㶟䶳䝭䶳 㰛䝭䶳 䬴䨖䶳䋮㪫䬴㙼㰛䚥 㣘䢞䄸䚘䔴 㽆䄸䚘㪫 㒠䬴㪫㶟 䨖䬴㙭㙭䶳䝭䶳䋮㪫 䋮䄸䂳㬽䶳䝭䚘㤎”
㰼䶳
䋮䢞㪫
㰛䬴䬮
䨖䨖䬴
䒗
䚘䢞䶳䝭䨖䍫䋮㙜
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 㽆䄸䚘㪫 䚘䂳䬴䚥䶳䨖䔴 “䪂㶟䶳䋮 㙼㰛䋮 䃏 㰛䚘䚘䄸䂳䶳 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䚘㙜䶳㙼䄸䚥㰛㪫䬴䢞䋮 䬴䚘 㙼䢞䝭䝭䶳㙼㪫㤎 䪂㶟䶳䋮䔴 㶟䢞㒠 䂳㰛䋮㣘 䢞㙭 㣘䢞䄸 㰛䝭䶳 㪫㶟䶳䝭䶳 䬴䋮 㪫䢞㪫㰛䚥㤎”
䒗 䬮㰛䬴 㰼䶳 䚘㪫䬴䚥䚥 䨖䬴䨖 䋮䢞㪫 䝭䶳䚘㙜䢞䋮䨖䔴 䶳㵫㙼䶳㙜㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㪫䬴䂳䶳䔴 䚘㶟䶳 㰛䨖䨖䶳䨖 㰛䋮 㰛㙼㪫䬴䢞䋮䔴 䶳㵫㪫䶳䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣 㶟䶳䝭 㰛䝭䂳 㪫䢞㒠㰛䝭䨖䚘 䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮䔴 㰛䋮䨖 䚘㙜䝭䶳㰛䨖䬴䋮䄣 㶟䶳䝭 㙜㰛䚥䂳䍫
㙜䨖䬴㙜䚘䶳䔖
㒠䶳䋮㶟
㙭䢞
㙭䢞䶳㬽䝭䶳
䚥䝭㰛㣘㰛䶳䨖
䄸㐦䢞䚘䋮䬴䚘䶳㪫
㪫䢞
䚘䔴䢞㙭㣘㪫䚥
㰛䔖䚘
㙜䶳䢞䬴䂳䝭䚘
㰛
䢞㶟㒠
䄣䋮䐊䢞
㶟䶳䗘㤎㰛
䃏
䃏
䄸䚘䶳䨖
䶳㙜䗘䶳䨖䢞䚥䨖䶳
䬴䍫㶟䂳
㙜䂳䢞㙼䶳䄸䢞䝭䚘
䢞㪫
䢞㷖䋮䄸㪫
䬴䄣䔴㰛㰛䋮
㝠䚥䢞䬴䄣㙜㰛䢞䶳
䝭㶟䶳㪫㰛
䢞䋮䄣䚥
䄸䢞㶟䚥’䚘䨖㪫䋮
㬽䄸㪫
䔴䢞䚘
䃏
㶟䶳㪫
䢞䋮㪫
㪫㤎㪫㰛㶟”
䶳䶳䗘䋮
䂳䢞㪫䋮䬴䶳䚘䄣㶟
䄸㰛䶳䨖㝠䋮㙭
䋮䬴㰛䶳䂳䝭䬴䄣䋮
䶳㶟
㰛䪂䬴
䝭㰛䨖䚥㪫䶳䶳
䃏㙭
䈛䶳
䢞䚘㪫䋮䝭䄣
㰛䚘䔖
䋮䚘㙼䶳䚘䶳䔴
㙼䶳䢞䚥㰛䚥䚘䚘㙜
㰛䢞㪫㬽䄸
䝭䋮䈛䢞㰛㰛’䚘
㰛㶟䨖
䬴䄣㬽
䶳㬽䔴㰛㪫
㰛䨖䋮
䶳䨖䔖䚘㰛
㵰䨖䬴”
㾽䢞䢞䂳—㧑
䒗 䚘䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮 㬽䚥㰛䚘㪫䬴䋮䄣 䚘䢞䄸䋮䨖䍫
䄣䢞䋮䐊
㰛㶟䋮䨖䍫䚘
䚘㶟䬴
䚘䬴㶟㪫
㶟㬽䶳䬴䋮䨖
䬴㶟䚘
䋮㶟㙜䶳䢞
㶟㪫䶳
䈛䢞䝭㰛䋮㰛
㵫䚘㙜䶳䝭䶳䚘䬴䢞䋮
㶟䬴䚘
㒠㰛䚘
䄸䚘䋮䢞䨖
䚘㶟䬴
㰛㶟䨖䚘䋮
㰛䚘㪫䬴䄣䚥䋮㬽
䬴䄣㪫䚘䍫㣘䚥㶟䚥䍫䍫
䶳䪂㶟
䂳䢞䋮㪫䶳䂳
䶳䢞䝭㙼䚘䄸
㶟㪫䶳
䶳䬴䨖㬽㶟䋮
䋮䋮㰛䬴㙼㶟䄣䄣
㙭䢞
䚥䚘䶳䄸䨖䋮䨖㣘
㙼㬽㰛䔴䔖
㶟㰛䋮䨖䚘
䍫䔖㰛㬽䍫㙼䍫
䶳䶳㰛䝭㵫䚥䨖
㰛㪫
䚘㶟䬴
䬴㶟䚘
䬴䋮
䐊䢞䋮䄣 䈛㰛䢞䝭㰛䋮 䚘㰛㒠 㪫㶟䶳 㙜㶟䢞䋮䶳 㰛䚥䝭䶳㰛䨖㣘 䚘㶟㰛㪫㪫䶳䝭䶳䨖 䬴䋮㪫䢞 䬴㪫䚘 㙼䢞䂳㙜䢞䋮䶳䋮㪫䚘䔴 㪫㶟䶳 㙭䝭㰛䄣䂳䶳䋮㪫䚘 䚘㙼㰛㪫㪫䶳䝭䶳䨖 䢞䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䄣䝭䢞䄸䋮䨖䔴 㰛䋮䨖 㶟䬴䚘 䚘䂳䬴䚥䶳 䬴䋮䚘㪫㰛䋮㪫䚥㣘 㪫䄸䝭䋮䶳䨖 䬴䋮㪫䢞 㰛 㒠䝭㣘 䚘䂳䬴䚥䶳䍫
㻾㶟䢞 䚘㰛㣘䚘 䚥䬴㪫㪫䚥䶳 䄣䬴䝭䚥䚘 㰛䝭䶳 䶳㰛䚘㣘 㪫䢞 䨖䶳㙼䶳䬴䗘䶳㤎
䍫䍫䍫
䍫䍫䍫
䪂㶟䶳䝭䶳 㒠㰛䚘 䋮䢞 䚥䬴䄣㶟㪫 㶟䶳䝭䶳䔴 䋮䢞 䗘䬴䚘䬴㬽䚥䶳 䚥䄸䂳䬴䋮㰛䝭㣘䔴 㣘䶳㪫 䢞䋮䶳 㙼䢞䄸䚥䨖 䚘䶳䶳 㙼䚥䶳㰛䝭䚥㣘䔴 㪫㶟䢞䄸䄣㶟 䶳䗘䶳䝭㣘㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣 㒠㰛䚘 㪫㰛䬴䋮㪫䶳䨖 㒠䬴㪫㶟 㰛 䨖㰛䝭䔖 㶟䄸䶳䍫
䚥䚥㪫䚘䔴䬴
䚘㙭㙭䄸䶳䝭
䝭㬽㰛㣘䝭䶳䂳䚥㰛䔖
㶟㪫䶳
䐊䨖䢞䄸䋮
䶳䶳䔴䝭㶟
䝭㣘㰛䄣㪫䝭䋮䬴䢞㙜
㒠㶟䚥䢞㣘䚥
㰛
䂳䢞㙭䝭
䨖䬴䨖
䶳䬴㪫䔴㵫䚘
䚘㙜䝭䚘䶳䝭䔴䄸䶳
䚘㪫㰛㪫䝭䢞䶳—䂳䶳
䋮䂳㰛䚥䚘㰛㪫㬽䝭㪫䶳䬴㪫
㰛㶟䋮䄸䂳
㰛䄸䂳䄸䗘㙼
㪫䂳䋮䶳䋮䔴䬴䋮䝭䶳䢞䗘
䝭䋮䢞
䋮䢞㪫
㪫㣘䶳
㣘䨖䢞㬽
㪫㰛㬽䝭䋮䶳䄣㶟䬴
䝭䬴㰛
㪫䋮㒠䬴䬴㶟
䗘䄸㰛㙼䄸䂳
䢞䋮㪫
㪫䚘㶟䬴
䨖䬴䨖
䚘䶳䶳䨖䂳䶳
䚥䶳㙭䶳
㙭䍫䶳䚘䬴䬴䬴㪫䄸㙭䚥㙼䨖
䃏䋮 㙭㰛㙼㪫䔴 㪫㶟䶳䝭䶳 㒠㰛䚘 䋮䢞 䋮䶳䶳䨖 㪫䢞 㬽䝭䶳㰛㪫㶟䶳 㶟䶳䝭䶳䔴 䶳㵫䬴䚘㪫䬴䋮䄣 㐦䄸䬴㪫䶳 㒠䶳䚥䚥䍫䍫䍫 㾽䶳㙼㰛䄸䚘䶳 㪫䬴䂳䶳 㰛䚘 㰛 㙼䢞䋮㙼䶳㙜㪫 䨖䢞䶳䚘 䋮䢞㪫 䶳㵫䬴䚘㪫 㶟䶳䝭䶳䍫
䒗 㙭䬴䚘䚘䄸䝭䶳 㬽䶳㪫㒠䶳䶳䋮 䨖䬴䂳䶳䋮䚘䬴䢞䋮䚘䔴 㰛 㙜䚥㰛㙼䶳 㒠㶟䶳䝭䶳 㪫䬴䂳䶳 㙜䶳䝭㙜䶳㪫䄸㰛䚥䚥㣘 㶟㰛䚥㪫䚘䍫
䬴㙼䐊䋮䶳
‘㪫䬴䋮䨖䨖
䂳䝭䝭䢞䝭䬴
䔴䚥㒠䨖䢞䝭
㬽㣘䚘㰛㰛䚘䚥
䚥䬴䋮䚥㰛㙭䄣
㰛䚥䚥
䄸䬴䖾
䄸䪂䢞㶟㶟䄣
㶟䬴䚘
䨖㶟㰛
䢞㙭䝭䂳
䄸䬮䢞
㵫䬴䚘㪫䶳
㰛䢞䍫䍫䋮䚥䄣䍫
䢞䨖㣘㬽
䶳䝭㙭䶳
䶳䋮㙼䢞䝭㪫㙜㙜䶳䬴
㙭䢞
㪫䚥䶳
䶳䂳䍫䝭䋮䨖㰛䶳䬴
㶟䶳㪫
㶟䶳䝭䶳䔴
䶳䶳㰛䋮㙼䝭䋮㪫
㪫㶟䶳
㙭䚥䚥㰛
㒠㒠䨖䋮䝭䢞䨖㰛
䋮䚥㰛䚘䢞䝭䶳㙜
䬴䂳䶳㪫
䒗㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳䢞䂳䶳䋮㪫䔴 㪫㶟䶳 㙼䢞䄸䋮㪫 䬴䋮 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸’䚘 䂳䬴䋮䨖 㶟㰛䨖 䝭䶳㰛㙼㶟䶳䨖 㪫㒠䢞 㶟䄸䋮䨖䝭䶳䨖 㰛䋮䨖 㪫㶟䝭䶳䶳䍫
䈛䶳 㙭䬴䋮㰛䚥䚥㣘 㙼䶳㰛䚘䶳䨖 㙭㰛䚥䚥䬴䋮䄣䔴 䋮䢞㒠 䚘㪫㰛䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣 㒠䬴㪫㶟 㬽䢞㪫㶟 㙭䶳䶳㪫 㰛㪫䢞㙜 㰛 㙜䬴䶳㙼䶳 䢞㙭 㙭䚥䢞㰛㪫䬴䋮䄣 㬽㰛䝭䝭䶳䋮 䚥㰛䋮䨖 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䚘䶳䶳䂳䬴䋮䄣䚥㣘 䝭䢞䢞㪫䚥䶳䚘䚘 䨖㰛䝭䔖 䚘㙜㰛㙼䶳䍫
䢞䋮䢞㪫䋮䋮㙼㙼䬴䶳
㪫㶟䶳
䶳㶟㪫
䚘䚘㙭䄸䬴䝭䔴䶳
䄣䚥䚘䋮㰛䬴
䶳䔖䚥䬴
䬴䋮
㪫䢞
㪫䢞
䋮㰛䨖
㰛㒠䚘
㙼䚥㬽䄸
䝭㙼㪫䨖䶳䬴
㰛
㙭䃏
䋮䬴䝭䶳㪫䋮䬴䚘䄣
㪫䬴㶟䚘
㒠䢞䝭䨖䚥’䚘
䔖㰛䬴䋮
䬴䋮
㪫䝭䢞䢞㙼㪫㬽䬴䚘䄸䋮
䚥䂳䢞䚘䨖䶳䬴㰛䋮䬴䋮
䂳䝭䢞䬴䝭䝭
㪫䚘㙼㪫䢞㬽䄸䋮䬴䝭䢞
䶳㪫䋮㶟
䶳㶟㪫
㪫㒠䢞
䢞㙭
㒠䚘㰛
䋮䚘㙜䢞䄣䚘䍫䶳
䬮䄸䢞
䋮䄣㙜䶳䚘䢞
䨖䬴䄣䨖㰛䋮
䶳㪫㶟
㪫㰛䋮䚘䚘䬴䚘䢞䂳䝭䬴䔴䋮
䖾䬴䄸
㽷䢞䋮䶳㪫㶟䶳䚥䶳䚘䚘䔴 㪫㶟䶳 䚘䬴䄣䋮㰛䚥 㒠㰛䚘 䚘㪫䬴䚥䚥 䋮䶳㰛䝭䚥㣘 㙭䄸䚥䚥䔴 䚘䢞 㪫㶟䶳䝭䶳 㒠㰛䚘 䋮䢞㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣 㪫䢞 㒠䢞䝭䝭㣘 㰛㬽䢞䄸㪫䍫
“䃏㪫 䚘㶟䢞䄸䚥䨖 㬽䶳 㶟䶳䝭䶳䍫” 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 䚥䢞䢞䔖䶳䨖 䄸㙜㒠㰛䝭䨖 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 㙜䚥㰛㙼䶳 㰛㬽䢞䗘䶳 㶟䬴䚘 㶟䶳㰛䨖—㶟䶳 㶟㰛䨖 䨖䶳䚘㙼䶳䋮䨖䶳䨖 䗘䶳䝭㪫䬴㙼㰛䚥䚥㣘䔴 䚥㰛䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㙜䚥㰛㙼䶳䔴 䚘䢞 㒠㶟䢞䶳䗘䶳䝭 㙭䶳䚥䚥 㙭䝭䢞䂳 㪫㶟䶳 䚘㪫䶳䶳䚥 㙜䚥㰛㪫㙭䢞䝭䂳 䚘㶟䢞䄸䚥䨖 㬽䶳 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㙜䢞䚘䬴㪫䬴䢞䋮䍫
㙼䝭䔴䶳䚘䢞䄸
㙭䌇
㶟㪫䚘䬴
㪫䋮䚥䢞㣘䚘㪫㙼㰛䋮
㪫㶟䶳
䶳㪫䶳㵫䬴䋮䶳㙼䚘
㙭䢞
㪫䄣䬴䂳㶟
䋮㰛䬴䋮䶳䚥䂳䬴䚘䢞䨖
㙭䬴䚘㶟㪫䨖䔴䶳
㪫䋮㶟䶳
䍫䋮䄣㰛㙼䶳㶟
㪫㪫䄸䬴䋮䬴䚘䢞㰛
䶳㶟㪫
䝭䬴䚘㙭䶳䚘䄸
䬴㙭
䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 㰛㪫㪫䶳䂳㙜㪫䶳䨖 㪫䢞 䢞㬽䚘䶳䝭䗘䶳 㪫㶟䶳 䚘䄸䝭䝭䢞䄸䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣 䶳䋮䗘䬴䝭䢞䋮䂳䶳䋮㪫䔴 㪫㶟䶳䋮 䚘䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮䚥㣘 䚥䢞䢞䔖䶳䨖 㪫䢞㒠㰛䝭䨖 䢞䋮䶳 䨖䬴䝭䶳㙼㪫䬴䢞䋮䔴 “䃏䚘 䬴㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㒠㰛㣘䍫”
䈛䶳 䬴䋮㪫䶳䋮䨖䶳䨖 㪫䢞 㙜䝭䢞㙼䶳䶳䨖 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 䨖䬴䝭䶳㙼㪫䬴䢞䋮 㶟䶳 䚥䢞䢞䔖䶳䨖䔴 㣘䶳㪫 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳䢞䂳䶳䋮㪫䔴 㬽䶳㶟䬴䋮䨖 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸䔴 㰛 䂳㰛䚘䚘䬴䗘䶳 㙭䬴䄣䄸䝭䶳 䚘䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮䚥㣘 㰛㙜㙜䶳㰛䝭䶳䨖㧑
䗘㬽䚥䶳䚘䬴䬴
䗘㶟䶳㰛
㽟䶳㙜㰛䝭㙜㰛
㙼䝭䨖䶳䢞䗘䶳
䚘䬴㒠䶳䝭䶳㶟䔴㪫䢞
㬽䶳䶳䋮
䚘䢞
䢞㙭
䚥㶟䬴㪫䄣
䢞㣘䋮䚥
㶟䶳㪫
䄣䬴㙼䬴㪫㰛䄣䋮
㣘㬽
㪫㶟䚘䬴
㶟䝭䶳䪂䶳
㙭䬴䶳䍫䝭䄣䄸
䚘㒠㰛㶟䢞䨖
䨖䬴㪫’䋮䨖
䨖䄸䚥䢞㒠
䋮䢞
㒠㰛䚘
䄸䬮䢞
䔴䚘㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣
㶟㰛䨖䚘㒠䢞䚘
䖾䬴䄸
㶟䝭䶳䶳䔴
䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 㪫䄸䝭䋮䶳䨖 㰛䝭䢞䄸䋮䨖䔴 䝭䶳㰛䚥䬴㝠䬴䋮䄣 䚘䢞䂳䶳㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣䍫
䒗㪫 㪫㶟䶳 䚘㰛䂳䶳 㪫䬴䂳䶳䔴 㰛 㪫䝭䶳䂳䶳䋮䨖䢞䄸䚘 䝭䢞㰛䝭 䶳䂳䶳䝭䄣䶳䨖䔴 䝭䶳䗘䶳㰛䚥䬴䋮䄣 㰛 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭 䨖䢞㝠䶳䋮䚘 䢞㙭 㪫䬴䂳䶳䚘 䚥㰛䝭䄣䶳䝭 㪫㶟㰛䋮 䶳㵫㪫䬴䋮㙼㪫 䨖䬴䋮䢞䚘㰛䄸䝭䚘… 䃏㪫䚘 㰛㙜㙜䶳㰛䝭㰛䋮㙼䶳 䝭䶳䚘䶳䂳㬽䚥䶳䨖 㰛 㻾䶳䚘㪫䶳䝭䋮 䚘䔖䶳䚥䶳㪫㰛䚥 䨖䝭㰛䄣䢞䋮 㙭䝭䢞䂳 㙭㰛䋮㪫㰛䚘㣘 䋮䢞䗘䶳䚥䚘䔴 㬽䄸㪫 䬴㪫䚘 㬽䢞䨖㣘—䶳䚘㙜䶳㙼䬴㰛䚥䚥㣘 䬴㪫䚘 䶳㵫㙜䢞䚘䶳䨖 㬽䢞䋮䶳䚘—㶟䶳䚥䨖 䨖㰛䝭䔖 㬽䝭䢞㒠䋮 䂳䄸䚘㙼䚥䶳 㪫䬴䚘䚘䄸䶳䍫
䋮㻾䬴㪫䬴㶟
㪫䬴䶳㪫䂳䬴䋮䄣
䚥㣘㬽䢞䢞䨖
䶳䢞䋮㙜䨖䶳
㪫㶟䄸䂳䢞
㪫䶳㶟
䬴䚘㪫
䋮䚘䨖䍫䄸䢞
䔖㙜㪫䝭䬴䝭䢞㰛䶳䚥䬴䚘㙼㪫㴼䶳
䂳䗘䚘䬴㰛䚘䶳
㒠䔴䬴䶳䨖
䄸䚥䚘䔴䚥䔖
㷖䢞䝭䶳䢞䗘䶳䝭䔴 㬽䶳㶟䬴䋮䨖 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䄣䬴䄣㰛䋮㪫䬴㙼 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭 㒠䶳䝭䶳 㙼䢞䄸䋮㪫䚥䶳䚘䚘 䚘䬴䂳䬴䚥㰛䝭 㙼䝭䶳㰛㪫䄸䝭䶳䚘—㰛䚥㬽䶳䬴㪫 䂳䄸㙼㶟 䚘䂳㰛䚥䚥䶳䝭 䬴䋮 䚘䬴㝠䶳 㙼䢞䂳㙜㰛䝭䶳䨖 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳㰛䚘䚘䬴䗘䶳 㬽䶳㰛䚘㪫䍫
䈛䢞㒠䶳䗘䶳䝭䔴 㪫㶟䶳㣘 㒠䶳䝭䶳 䨖䶳䋮䚘䶳䚥㣘 㙜㰛㙼䔖䶳䨖䔴 䚘䶳䶳䂳䬴䋮䄣䚥㣘 䶳䋮䨖䚥䶳䚘䚘䔴 㰛䋮䨖 䬴䋮䗘䢞䔖䶳䨖 䶳䗘䶳䋮 䂳䢞䝭䶳 㙭䶳㰛䝭 㪫㶟㰛䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䬴䂳䂳䶳䋮䚘䶳 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭䍫䍫䍫 䪂㶟䶳 䚘㶟䶳䶳䝭 㐦䄸㰛䋮㪫䬴㪫㣘 䚘䶳䶳䂳䶳䨖 㪫䢞 䢞䗘䶳䝭㒠㶟䶳䚥䂳 㪫㶟䶳 㐦䄸㰛䚥䬴㪫㣘䍫
䬴䖾䄸
㪫㰛㶟㪫
䋮䬴䶳䶳㵫䨖㰛䂳
䶳䒗”䝭
䚘䬴䋮䨖䬴䢞䂳䶳䋮
䬴㰛䬮
㪫㶟䶳
䢞㣘䄸
䨖㮻䢞䬴
䄸㙜
䶳㶟㪫
㵰䶳䂳䢞䚘”䋮㤎
㪫䋮䶳䬴䂳䢞䨖䋮䶳…
䋮㰛䨖
䝭䬴䂳䢞䚥䬴䑅㰛䝭䨖
䚥䢞䨖䶳䔖䢞
㰼䶳
㙭䢞
䄸䬮䢞
㰛䶳䝭䄸䚘䶳䝭㙼㪫
䍫䂳㶟䶳㪫
䝭䬴㙭㪫
䒗
䪂㶟䶳 䚘㪫䝭䄸㙼㪫䄸䝭䶳 䢞㙭 㪫㶟䶳䚘䶳 㙼䝭䶳㰛㪫䄸䝭䶳䚘 㒠㰛䚘 䶳㵫㪫䝭䶳䂳䶳䚥㣘 㬽䬴㝠㰛䝭䝭䶳䔴 䄣䬴䗘䬴䋮䄣 㶟䬴䂳 㰛䋮 䬴䋮䨖䶳䚘㙼䝭䬴㬽㰛㬽䚥䶳 㙭䶳䶳䚥䬴䋮䄣—㪫㶟䬴䚘 㒠㰛䚘 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸’䚘 㙭䬴䝭䚘㪫 㪫䬴䂳䶳 䶳䋮㪫䶳䝭䬴䋮䄣 㪫㶟䶳 䨖䬴䂳䶳䋮䚘䬴䢞䋮 䝭䬴㙭㪫䔴 㰛䋮䨖 㶟䶳 㶟㰛䨖 䚥䬴㪫㪫䚥䶳 䄸䋮䨖䶳䝭䚘㪫㰛䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣 䢞㙭 䶳䗘䶳䝭㣘㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣 㶟䶳䝭䶳䍫
㾽䄸㪫 㒠㶟䶳䋮 㶟䶳 䚘㪫䶳㙜㙜䶳䨖 䬴䋮㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 䨖䬴䂳䶳䋮䚘䬴䢞䋮 䝭䬴㙭㪫䔴 㪫㶟䶳䝭䶳 㒠㰛䚘 㰛 䚘䶳䋮䚘㰛㪫䬴䢞䋮 㰛䚘 䬴㙭 㶟䶳 㶟㰛䨖 䶳䋮㪫䶳䝭䶳䨖 㪫㶟䶳 㪫㶟䬴䝭䨖 㬽㰛䚘䶳䂳䶳䋮㪫 䢞㙭 㰛 㙼䚥䄸㬽䔴 㪫㶟䶳 䝭䢞䢞䂳 㒠㶟䶳䝭䶳 㪫㶟䶳 㰛䚥㪫㰛䝭 㒠㰛䚘 䚥䢞㙼㰛㪫䶳䨖䍫
㰛
䶳㣘㪫
㒠㶟㪫䬴
䨖㙭䔴䋮䶳䬴㪫䶳㙭䝭
䚘㪫䚥䶳㬽䄸
䐊䬴䔴䬴䝭䂳㰛䚥
䶳䗘䝭㣘
䍫䶳䶳䄣㙭䚥䬴䋮
㾽䄸㪫 䋮䢞㒠 㒠㰛䚘 䋮䢞㪫 㪫㶟䶳 㪫䬴䂳䶳 㪫䢞 㙜䢞䋮䨖䶳䝭 㪫㶟䶳䚘䶳 㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣䚘䔴 㬽䶳㙼㰛䄸䚘䶳 㪫㶟䶳 㪫㰛䝭䄣䶳㪫 䢞㙭 㪫㶟䶳 䬴䂳䂳䶳䋮䚘䶳 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭 㰛㶟䶳㰛䨖 㰛䋮䨖 㪫㶟䢞䚘䶳 㙼䢞䄸䋮㪫䚥䶳䚘䚘 䚘䂳㰛䚥䚥 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭䚘 㬽䶳㶟䬴䋮䨖 䬴㪫 㒠㰛䚘 㙜䝭䢞㬽㰛㬽䚥㣘 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 㶟䬴䂳䚘䶳䚥㙭䍫
“䤐㰛䚥䂳 䨖䢞㒠䋮䔴 䃏’䂳 㽆䄸䚘㪫 㶟䶳䝭䶳 㪫䢞 㙭䬴䋮䨖 㰛 㙭䶳㒠 㙜䶳䢞㙜䚥䶳䍫” 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 䚘㰛䬴䨖 㙼㰛䚥䂳䚥㣘 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳䢞䂳䶳䋮㪫䍫
䚥㣘䶳䄸䚘䨖䋮䨖
䬴䄸䚘䖾’
㶟㪫䢞䂳䄸
䄸䶳㶟䄣
䬴䋮
㰛䋮䨖
䬴㪫
䶳䚘䝭䶳䗘
㙼䔴䚥㐦䄸䔖㣘䬴
䋮䶳䢞
䬴䶳㬽㪫䔴
㙭䢞
—㪫䚘䬴㰛䢞䝭䝭䶳䨖
㙭䢞䝭㪫䋮
䂳䬴㶟
䬴㶟㒠㪫
㪫䍫㒠䢞
䢞㣘㬽䢞䚥䨖
䢞㙼䄸䨖䚥
䪂㶟䶳
䬴䋮
㰛䚘䬴䂳䶳䗘䚘
䶳䋮㪫䶳䨖䶳㵫䨖
䚘䶳䂳䝭㪫䋮䢞
䢞㣘䨖㬽
䄸䢞䬮
“䃏 䚘㰛䬴䨖 㙼㰛䚥䂳 䨖䢞㒠䋮䍫”
䬮䬴䔖䶳 㰛 䗘䬴䨖䶳䢞 㬽䶳䬴䋮䄣 㙜㰛䄸䚘䶳䨖䔴 㪫㶟䶳 䶳䋮䢞䝭䂳䢞䄸䚘 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭 䝭䶳䂳㰛䬴䋮䶳䨖 䬴䋮 䬴㪫䚘 㒠䬴䨖䶳㴼䂳䢞䄸㪫㶟䶳䨖 䚘㪫㰛䋮㙼䶳䍫䍫䍫 㾽䄸㪫 䬴㪫 䚘䄸䨖䨖䶳䋮䚥㣘 㙭䝭䢞㝠䶳䍫
䢞䬴㙜䋮㙼䍫㙜䶳䝭䶳㪫
䪂䬴㶟䚘
㙭䢞䝭
䢞㪫
䚘䚥䢞㰛㙜䶳䋮䝭
㰛䚥䨖㪫䚘䶳
㶟㽟䶳䶳䝭
䶳䶳䂳䚘
䶳䚘㪫䬴䂳䶳㰛㪫
䝭䢞㙭䂳
㶟㪫䶳
䨖’㪫䋮䨖䬴
㪫䢞
㪫䋮䶳
䚥䝭䶳䋮㰛㣘
㰛
㰛㒠䚘
㙼㙜㰛䚘䚥䬴䚥䢞䄣㶟㙼㣘䢞
䶳䂳㪫䬴
䢞䚘䬴㰛䋮㪫䄸䬴㪫
㶟䢞䄣䝭䄸㪫㶟
䔴䚘䢞䋮䚘䶳㙼䨖
㙜䬴—䗘䶳䶳䂳䝭㪫䶳㙼㪫䬴䚘㙜䶳
㣘䢞䚥䋮
㙭䚥㒠䢞
㰛㒠㣘
䃏㪫 䚘䚥䢞㒠䚥㣘 䝭䶳㪫䝭㰛㙼㪫䶳䨖 䬴㪫䚘 䋮䶳㙼䔖 㰛䋮䨖 㪫㶟䶳䋮 㬽䶳䄣㰛䋮 㪫䢞 䝭䶳㪫䝭䶳㰛㪫 䚘㪫䶳㙜 㬽㣘 䚘㪫䶳㙜䍫
䐊䢞䢞䋮 㰛㙭㪫䶳䝭䔴 㪫㶟䶳 䬴䂳䂳䶳䋮䚘䶳 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭 㶟㰛䨖 䂳䢞䗘䶳䨖 㰛 㙼䢞䋮䚘䬴䨖䶳䝭㰛㬽䚥䶳 䨖䬴䚘㪫㰛䋮㙼䶳 㰛㒠㰛㣘 㙭䝭䢞䂳 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸—䨖䄸䶳 㪫䢞 䬴㪫䚘 䂳㰛䚘䚘䬴䗘䶳 䚘䬴㝠䶳䔴 䶳㰛㙼㶟 䚘㪫䶳㙜 㙼䢞䗘䶳䝭䶳䨖 㰛 䄣䝭䶳㰛㪫 䨖䬴䚘㪫㰛䋮㙼䶳㧑
㪫䄣䋮㰛䬴
㙼㶟㰛䋮䄣䶳䚘䍫
㰛䚥㣘
㪫㶟䶳
䨖㬽㣘䢞
㙜䶳䨖䶳
䗘䨖䢞䶳䂳
㪫䬴
㪫㶟䶳
䬴䋮䢞㪫
䢞㪫
㶟䚘䬴㪫
䨖䄣䝭䋮䄸䢞
㰛
䋮㙼䌇䶳
䶳䋮䄸㶟䄣䢞
㙭㰛䝭
䢞䋮䝭䶳㪫䚘䂳
䝭䬴䨖䶳䚥㣘㙼㪫
䢞㪫䔴䂳䶳䋮䂳
䄸䋮䨖䢞䄣䶳䝭
㪫䢞䶳䚘䂳’䚘䋮䝭
㬽䄣㰛䶳䋮
㰛䔴㣘㰛㒠
䋮䨖㰛
䶳㶟㪫
㙜㰛䚘䶳㪫䚥䶳—
䢞䄸䋮䶳䢞䂳䚘䝭
䚥㙭䶳䚥
䢞䋮
䃏㪫䚘 䶳䋮㪫䬴䝭䶳 㬽䢞䨖㣘 䚘䶳䶳䂳䶳䨖 㪫䢞 㪫䝭㰛䋮䚘㙭䢞䝭䂳 䬴䋮㪫䢞 䝭䢞㙼䔖䔴 㰛䋮䨖 㪫㶟䶳 䚘䂳㰛䚥䚥 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭䚘 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䶳 㰛䬴䝭 㰛㬽䢞䗘䶳 㬽䶳䄣㰛䋮 㪫䢞 䨖䶳䚘㙼䶳䋮䨖䔴 䢞䋮䶳 㬽㣘 䢞䋮䶳䔴 䢞䋮㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 䄣䬴䄣㰛䋮㪫䬴㙼 䂳䢞䋮䚘㪫䶳䝭 㪫㶟㰛㪫 㶟㰛䨖 㬽䶳㙼䢞䂳䶳 㰛 䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮䍫
䪂㶟䶳㣘 㙼䚥䄸䋮䄣 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 䂳㰛䚘䚘䬴䗘䶳 “䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮䔴” 㰛䚥䚘䢞 㪫䝭㰛䋮䚘㙭䢞䝭䂳䬴䋮䄣 䬴䋮㪫䢞 䗘㰛䝭䬴䢞䄸䚘 䚘䂳㰛䚥䚥 䝭䢞㙼䔖䚘 䢞㙭 䨖䬴㙭㙭䶳䝭䶳䋮㪫 䚘㶟㰛㙜䶳䚘䍫
䔖䚥䨖䶳䢞䢞
㣘䚥䢞䋮
㰛㒠䚘
䬴䔖䚥䶳
㶟㒠䬴㪫
䢞䂳䚘㪫䍫䋮䶳䝭
㰛䋮䨖
㰛
䶳䋮䢞㙼
㪫䬴
㰛䬴䔴䄸䢞䋮㪫䂳䋮
㰛
㰛
㰛㪫㪫㶟
䋮㰛㙼㪫䔴䚘䶳䬴䨖
㪫䝭㣘䬴䬴䶳䋮䄣䝭㙭
‘䬴’㪫
䋮䬴䝭䢞㙼䚘䨖䋮㙜䶳㪫
䢞䬴䬴㪫㙼䬴䋮㰛䨖䋮
䚘䋮䶳㪫䢞
㪫䋮㙼㰛䬴䄣䬴䄣
䝭䂳䢞㿿
䋮䢞
“䃏’䂳 㽆䄸䚘㪫 䚥䢞䢞䔖䬴䋮䄣 㙭䢞䝭 㰛 㙭䶳㒠 㙜䶳䢞㙜䚥䶳㽟 䢞䋮㙼䶳 䃏 㙭䬴䋮䨖 㪫㶟䶳䂳䔴 䃏’䚥䚥 䚥䶳㰛䗘䶳䍫” 䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 䚥䢞䢞䔖䶳䨖 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䶳 䂳㰛䚘䚘䬴䗘䶳 䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䨖䬴䚘㪫㰛䋮㙼䶳 㰛䋮䨖 䚘㰛䬴䨖 㙼㰛䚥䂳䚥㣘䔴 “䃏’䚥䚥 㙜䝭䢞㬽㰛㬽䚥㣘 䚥䶳㰛䗘䶳 㙭䝭䢞䂳 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䚘㙜䢞㪫 㪫䢞䢞䔴 䚘䢞 㙜䚥䶳㰛䚘䶳 䝭䶳䂳㰛䬴䋮 㐦䄸䬴䶳㪫 㙭䢞䝭 㰛 㒠㶟䬴䚥䶳 䚥䢞䋮䄣䶳䝭䔴”
㾽䄸㪫 㪫㶟䶳 ‘䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮’ 䚘䶳䶳䂳䶳䨖 㪫䢞 㶟㰛䗘䶳 䄣䶳䋮䄸䬴䋮䶳䚥㣘 㪫䄸䝭䋮䶳䨖 䬴䋮㪫䢞 䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳䔴 䂳㰛䔖䬴䋮䄣 䋮䢞 㙭䄸䝭㪫㶟䶳䝭 䚘䢞䄸䋮䨖䍫
䔴㻾䚥”䶳䚥
䃏
‘䢞㪫䋮㒠
䄸䬴䚘䝭㪫䨖㬽
䋮㪫”㶟䍫䶳
㣘䢞䄸
䬮䄸䢞 䖾䬴䄸 㪫䄸䝭䋮䶳䨖 㰛䝭䢞䄸䋮䨖 㰛䋮䨖䔴 㒠䬴㪫㶟 㰛 䚘䚥䬴䄣㶟㪫 䶳㙭㙭䢞䝭㪫䔴 㽆䄸䂳㙜䶳䨖䔴 䂳㰛䔖䬴䋮䄣 㶟䬴䚘 㬽䢞䨖㣘 䚥䶳㰛㙜 㰛㒠㰛㣘 㙭䝭䢞䂳 㪫㶟䶳 㙭䚥䢞㰛㪫䬴䋮䄣 㒠㰛䚘㪫䶳䚥㰛䋮䨖䍫
“䃏䚘 㪫㶟䶳䝭䶳 㰛䚥䂳䢞䚘㪫 䋮䢞 䄣䝭㰛䗘䬴㪫㣘 㶟䶳䝭䶳 䶳䬴㪫㶟䶳䝭…”
㪫㶟㰛䔴㪫
䋮䨖䒗
䄸䖾䬴
䚘㰛㙜䬴䶳㰛䨖䨖䶳㙜䝭
㒠㰛䚥㪫䋮㰛䚘䨖䶳䍫
㙭䝭䂳䢞
㪫䶳㶟
䄸䬮䢞
㪫㒠㶟䬴
㽷䢞㪫 䚥䢞䋮䄣 㰛㙭㪫䶳䝭—䨖䄸䶳 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 㰛㬽䚘䶳䋮㙼䶳 䢞㙭 㪫䬴䂳䶳 㶟䶳䝭䶳䔴 䢞䋮䶳 㙼䢞䄸䚥䨖 䢞䋮䚥㣘 䝭䶳䚥㣘 䢞䋮 㙭䶳䶳䚥䬴䋮䄣䔴 䚘䢞 䋮䢞㪫 䚥䢞䋮䄣 㰛㙭㪫䶳䝭㒠㰛䝭䨖䔴 㪫㒠䢞 㙭䬴䄣䄸䝭䶳䚘 䚘䚥䢞㒠䚥㣘 䨖䶳䚘㙼䶳䋮䨖䶳䨖 䢞䋮㪫䢞 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㙼䢞䚥䢞䚘䚘㰛䚥 㙭䚥䢞㰛㪫䬴䋮䄣 㒠㰛䚘㪫䶳䚥㰛䋮䨖䍫
䒗 䂳㰛䋮 㰛䋮䨖 㰛 㒠䢞䂳㰛䋮䍫
䢞㪫
㰛
㰛䄸㬽㪫䢞
䝭㣘䶳䶳䗘
䄸䚘㙜䝭䬴㶟—䚥䶳䝭䚘䶳䶳㒠
䨖㰛䋮
㙜㙜䝭䶳䨖㰛㰛䶳
㪫䨖䶳䚥䬴䶳㙼㰛
䢞䚘䝭㬽䄸㪫
䨖䨖䄸䶳䶳㵫
䶳㶟㪫
㶟㒠㪫䬴
䋮䬴䚘䔖
䄸㰛㰛䝭
䂳䢞㒠㰛䋮
䝭㪫㪫䬴㶟䔴㣘
㰛䚥䚥
䝭䗘䢞䶳䔴
䶳䝭㶟
㰛䝭䨖䔖
㙼㙜䝭䚘䶳䶳䋮䶳
㰛䂳䋮
䄣䚘䄸䍫䶳䶳䝭㪫
䋮䬴
㰛
㬽䶳
䬴䗘㙼䶳䚘䄸䶳䨖㪫
㶟㪫㪫㰛
㰛
㶟䶳䪂
䚘䬴㙜䂳䶳䢞䨖
㙜㶟㣘䚘䶳䬴㐦䄸
䬴䬴䋮䚘䬴㰛䋮㙼㙭䄣㪫
“䪂㶟䬴䚘 䚘㶟䢞䄸䚥䨖 㬽䶳 㪫㶟䶳 㙜䚥㰛㙼䶳䍫䍫䍫 䪂㶟䶳 㙭䚥䄸㙼㪫䄸㰛㪫䬴䢞䋮䚘 㪫㶟㰛㪫 㒠䶳䝭䶳 㽆䄸䚘㪫 䚘䶳䋮㪫䍫” 䪂㶟䶳 㒠䢞䂳㰛䋮 䢞㬽䚘䶳䝭䗘䶳䨖 㶟䶳䝭 䚘䄸䝭䝭䢞䄸䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣䚘䔴 “㩪䄸䨖䄣䬴䋮䄣 㬽㣘 㪫㶟䶳䚘䶳 㙭䚥䄸㙼㪫䄸㰛㪫䬴䢞䋮䚘䔴 䬴㪫 䂳䄸䚘㪫 㰛㪫 䚥䶳㰛䚘㪫 㬽䶳 㰛 㙼䢞䂳㙜䚥䶳㪫䶳㴼䚥䶳䗘䶳䚥 䒗䋮㙼䶳䚘㪫䝭㰛䚥 㮻䢞䬴䨖 㵰䶳䂳䢞䋮䍫”
䪂㶟䶳 䂳㰛䋮 䋮䢞䨖䨖䶳䨖 㒠㶟䬴䚥䶳 㰛䚥䚘䢞 䚘㙼䢞䄸㪫䬴䋮䄣 㪫㶟䶳 䚘䄸䝭䝭䢞䄸䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣䚘䔴 “䃏䚘䋮’㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㪫㶟䶳 䨖䶳䚘䶳䝭㪫䶳䨖 䝭䶳䄣䬴䢞䋮 㒠䬴㪫㶟䬴䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䝭䬴㙭㪫㤎 䈛䢞㒠 㙼䢞䄸䚥䨖 㪫㶟䶳䝭䶳 㬽䶳 㰛 㙼䢞䂳㙜䚥䶳㪫䶳㴼䚥䶳䗘䶳䚥 䒗䋮㙼䶳䚘㪫䝭㰛䚥 㮻䢞䬴䨖 㵰䶳䂳䢞䋮 㶟䶳䝭䶳㤎”
㰛䢞䂳㒠䋮
㶟䪂䶳
㰛㣘䚥㝠䬴䍫䚥
㻾㶟䢞”
㪫䶳䶳䝭䚘㶟䨖㙼㪫
䔖䋮㒠”䚘䢞㤎
㽷䢞㪫 䢞䋮䚥㣘 㶟䶳䝭 䨖䶳䚥䬴㙼㰛㪫䶳 㰛䄸䝭㰛 㬽䄸㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䚥㰛䋮䄣䄸䬴䨖 䨖䶳䂳䶳㰛䋮䢞䝭 㰛䚥䚘䢞 㙭䄸䚥䚥㣘 䚘㪫䬴䂳䄸䚥㰛㪫䶳䨖 㪫㶟䶳 䂳㰛䚥䶳 䬴䋮䚘㪫䬴䋮㙼㪫—䶳䗘䶳䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䂳㰛䚥䶳 㙼䢞䂳㙜㰛䋮䬴䢞䋮 㬽䶳䚘䬴䨖䶳 㶟䶳䝭 䚘䚥䬴䄣㶟㪫䚥㣘 㰛䗘䶳䝭㪫䶳䨖 㶟䬴䚘 䄣㰛㝠䶳䍫
䪂㶟䶳 㒠䢞䂳㰛䋮 䚘䢞㙭㪫䚥㣘 㙼䢞䗘䶳䝭䶳䨖 㶟䶳䝭 䂳䢞䄸㪫㶟 㒠䬴㪫㶟 㰛 㙭䬴䋮䄣䶳䝭㪫䬴㙜䔴 䚘㙜䝭䬴䋮䄣 㙼䢞䚥䢞䝭䚘 㙭䚥䢞㒠䬴䋮䄣 䬴䋮 㶟䶳䝭 㬽䝭䢞㒠䚘䔴 “䌇㶟 䂳㣘䔴 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䬴䋮䔖 㪫㶟㰛㪫 㪫㶟䶳 㒠䢞䝭䚥䨖㴼㬽䶳䚥䢞䗘䶳䨖 㗱䬴䋮䄣 䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮 㙼䢞䄸䚥䨖 㬽䶳 䚘㶟㣘䍫”
䐊䢞䢞䋮䂳䔴䚥䢞
䂳䋮䂳㪫䢞䶳䔴
䚘㶟䬴㪫
䚘㙼䬴㰛䬴㙭䬴䋮䍫䨖䚘㰛㪫䚘㪫䢞
䢞䨖䝭㒠䶳䋮㙭
㰛䂳䋮…
㪫㰛
䪂㶟䶳
䬴䋮
㪫䚥䬴䚘䄣㶟㣘䚥
㾽䄸㪫 㶟䬴䚘 䄣㰛㝠䶳 㐦䄸䬴㙼䔖䚥㣘 䚥㰛䋮䨖䶳䨖 䢞䋮 㰛 䄣䬴㰛䋮㪫 䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮 䢞䋮 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㙭䚥䢞㰛㪫䬴䋮䄣 䨖䶳䚘䢞䚥㰛㪫䶳 䚥㰛䋮䨖䔴 䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮 㐦䄸䬴㙼䔖䚥㣘 䚘㪫㰛㪫䶳䨖䔴 “㵰㰛㽆䬴䔴 㽆䢞䔖䶳䚘 㒠䬴䚥䚥 㶟㰛䗘䶳 㪫䢞 㒠㰛䬴㪫 㙭䢞䝭 㰛䋮䢞㪫㶟䶳䝭 㪫䬴䂳䶳䍫䍫䍫 䪂㶟䶳 㪫㰛䝭䄣䶳㪫 㶟㰛䚘 㬽䶳䶳䋮 㙭䢞䄸䋮䨖䍫”
㻾䬴㪫㶟 㪫㶟㰛㪫䔴 䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮 䚥䶳㰛㙜㪫䔴 䚥㰛䋮䨖䬴䋮䄣 䨖䬴䝭䶳㙼㪫䚥㣘 䬴䋮 㙭䝭䢞䋮㪫 䢞㙭 㪫㶟䶳 䄣䬴䄣㰛䋮㪫䬴㙼 䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮䍫
䚘䚥㪫䔴䚥㣘㶟䬴䄣
䋮䢞㙼䶳
䍫㰛㪫㙜䚘
䶳䢞䋮
㰛䋮’䂳䚘
䚥䄣䢞䋮
䝭䋮䂳㙼㰛䢞㪫䄸䬴䋮
㰛䍫䂳䍫䍫䋮
䂳䢞㰛䋮㒠
䋮㒠㰛䋮䬴㣘䄣
䶳䢞㬽㙭䶳䝭
䢞䝭㙭
䄸䋮㰛䄣䚥䚥䬴䨖㣘
㰛䶳㷖䚘䔖
㶟䶳㪫
㪫䝭䬴䋮䄣䨖㰛䶳㙜
㙼䐊㶟䄸”
㪫㶟䶳
䪂䶳㶟
䝭䢞䂳䔴䶳
㪫䬴䋮㒠㶟㙼䄣㰛
䛶”㶟…䄸䢞
䔖㬽㰛㙼
䨖䚥䬴䚘䂳䶳
㰛䋮
䐊㶟䶳 㐦䄸䬴㙼䔖䚥㣘 䚘㶟䢞䢞䔖 㶟䶳䝭 㶟䶳㰛䨖䔴 㰛㙼䔖䋮䢞㒠䚥䶳䨖䄣䬴䋮䄣 㪫㶟㰛㪫 㶟䶳䝭 㪫㶟䢞䄸䄣㶟㪫䚘 㒠䶳䝭䶳 䄸䋮䝭䶳㰛䚥䬴䚘㪫䬴㙼—䶳䗘䶳䋮 㪫㶟䢞䄸䄣㶟 㪫䬴䂳䶳 㒠㰛䚘 㙭䝭䢞㝠䶳䋮 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䬴䚘 㙜䚥㰛㙼䶳䔴 䬴㪫 㙼䢞䄸䚥䨖 䋮䢞㪫 㙭䚥䢞㒠 㬽㰛㙼䔖㒠㰛䝭䨖䍫
䐊㶟䶳 㰛䚥䚘䢞 㽆䄸䂳㙜䶳䨖 䚥䬴䄣㶟㪫䚥㣘䔴 䚘䢞䢞䋮 㰛䝭䝭䬴䗘䬴䋮䄣 㬽䶳䚘䬴䨖䶳 䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮䍫 㾽䄸㪫 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䂳䢞䂳䶳䋮㪫䔴 䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮 䚘㪫䢞䢞䨖 㬽䶳㙭䢞䝭䶳 㪫㶟䶳 䂳㰛䚘䚘䬴䗘䶳 䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮䔴 䂳䢞㪫䬴䢞䋮䚥䶳䚘䚘䔴 䚘䶳䶳䂳䬴䋮䄣䚥㣘 䨖䶳䶳㙜 䬴䋮 㪫㶟䢞䄸䄣㶟㪫䍫
㰛䋮
䋮䬴
‘㰛䋮㪫䄸䢞䔴䋮䂳䬴
㶟䄣䬴䨖”䬴䍫䋮
‘㪫㪫㶟䚘㰛
䶳㶟㪫
㰛䨖䋮
‘䚘䶳䋮㪫䢞
䢞㪫䝭䚘㰛㒠䨖
䨖䢞䚥䶳䔖䢞
䄸䢞䋮㰛䂳㪫䋮䬴
䬴㪫
䶳㶟㪫
㒠䍫䍫䋮䍫䢞䂳㰛
䢞㪫㙜
㙜䝭㪫㵫䶳䶳
䐊䶳䶳䂳”䚘
㙭䢞䋮䶳㪫
㙭䃏
㰛
㰛䚘䬴䶳䝭䨖
䔴㵰㽆䬴㰛
䄸䋮㤎㶟㪫
㶟䶳䝭
䚥㤎䢞䢞䢞䂳”䐊䋮
㪫䬴㙭䚥䶳䚘
䶳㙼…㰛䚘
䶳㶟㪫
䄣䚘䚘䄸䶳䬴䨖䬴
㰛䚘
䢞䤐䨖䄸”䚥
䬴䔖䚥䶳
㰛㶟䶳䨖
㰛䨖䋮
䪂䶳㶟
䢞㙭
㪫䚘䬴’
䐊㶟䶳 㙭䝭䢞㒠䋮䶳䨖䔴 䄣㰛㝠䬴䋮䄣 㰛㪫 㶟䶳䝭 㙼䢞䂳㙜㰛䋮䬴䢞䋮䔴 䢞䋮䚥㣘 㪫䢞 㙭䬴䋮䨖 㶟䶳 㪫䢞䢞 㒠㰛䚘 䨖䶳䶳㙜䚥㣘 㙭䝭䢞㒠䋮䬴䋮䄣䔴 䚘㪫㰛䝭䬴䋮䄣 䬴䋮㪫䶳䋮㪫䚥㣘 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䶳 ‘䚘㪫䢞䋮䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮䍫’
“䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮䔴 㒠㶟㰛㪫’䚘 䄣䢞䬴䋮䄣 䢞䋮㤎”
䚘”䨖…䝭㰛㙼䶳
“䚘䃏㪫’
䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮 㙜䚥㰛㙼䶳䨖 㶟䬴䚘 㶟㰛䋮䨖 䢞䋮 㰛 ‘䝭䢞㙼䔖’ 㰛㪫 㪫㶟䶳 㬽䢞㪫㪫䢞䂳 䢞㙭 㪫㶟䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫㰛䬴䋮 㰛䋮䨖 㪫䄸䝭䋮䶳䨖 㪫䢞 䚥䢞䢞䔖 㰛㪫 㵰㰛㽆䬴䔴 “㻾䬴㪫㶟䢞䄸㪫 㰛 䨖䢞䄸㬽㪫䔴 䬴㪫’䚘 㪫䝭䶳䂳㬽䚥䬴䋮䄣䍫䍫䍫 䒗䚘 䬴㙭 䬴㪫’䚘 㰛㙭䝭㰛䬴䨖 䢞㙭 䚘䢞䂳䶳㪫㶟䬴䋮䄣䍫”
㿿䬴䋮㰛䚥䚥㣘䔴 㪫㶟䬴䚘 䶳㵫㪫䝭䶳䂳䶳䚥㣘 䨖䶳䚥䬴㙼㰛㪫䶳 㒠䢞䂳㰛䋮 䄣㰛䚘㙜䶳䨖 䬴䋮 䚘䄸䝭㙜䝭䬴䚘䶳䔴 㬽䶳㙼㰛䄸䚘䶳 䚘㶟䶳 䔖䋮䶳㒠 㪫㶟㰛㪫 㮻䢞䬴䨖 䑅䝭䬴䂳䢞䝭䨖䬴㰛䚥 㵰䶳䂳䢞䋮䚘 㒠䶳䝭䶳 䶳䂳䢞㪫䬴䢞䋮䚥䶳䚘䚘 㙼䝭䶳㰛㪫䄸䝭䶳䚘䔴 䨖䝭䬴䗘䶳䋮 㙜䄸䝭䶳䚥㣘 㬽㣘 䬴䋮䚘㪫䬴䋮㙼㪫䍫
䐊䢞䔴
䒗䝭䶳㪫㰛䋮䚥㙼䚘
䬴䝭䢞䂳㰛䚥䬴䝭䑅䨖
㪫䢞
䚥䄸䢞䨖㙼
䶳䚥㙭䶳
㙭㰛䶳䝭䔴
䨖䬴㮻䢞
䶳䂳㙜䢞㙼㪫䚥䶳
䋮㰛䢞䄣䂳
䚥…䶳䶳䝭㬽䂳㪫
䬴䶳䗘䚥㶟䄣䶳㶟䚥㴼
㰛
㶟㰛㪫㒠
㰛
䗘䶳䋮䶳
㵫䚘㪫䶳䶳㙼䶳䋮䬴
䔴䚘䢞㵰䋮䶳䂳
㙼㰛䶳䚘䄸
㮻䢞䬴䨖
䶳䋮䂳㵰䢞䔴
“䒗䋮䨖 㒠㶟㰛㪫’䚘 䶳䗘䶳䋮 䂳䢞䝭䶳 㰛䂳㰛㝠䬴䋮䄣 䬴䚘䍫䍫䍫” 䐊䢞䚥䢞䂳䢞䋮 䚘㰛䬴䨖 䄣䝭㰛䗘䶳䚥㣘䔴 “䃏’䗘䶳 㪫䢞䄸㙼㶟䶳䨖 䬴㪫䔴 㣘䶳㪫 䬴㪫 㶟㰛䚘䋮’㪫 䝭䶳㰛㙼㪫䶳䨖 㰛㪫 㰛䚥䚥䍫䍫䍫 㵰㰛㽆䬴䔴 㶟㰛䗘䶳 㣘䢞䄸 䶳䗘䶳䝭 䚘䶳䶳䋮 䚘䄸㙼㶟 㰛 㒠䶳䚥䚥㴼㬽䶳㶟㰛䗘䶳䨖 䒗䋮㙼䶳䚘㪫䝭㰛䚥 㮻䢞䬴䨖 㵰䶳䂳䢞䋮㤎”
“䑅䶳䝭㶟㰛㙜䚘䍫䍫䍫 䃏㪫’䚘 䢞䋮䚥㣘 㙼䢞䂳㙜㰛䝭㰛㬽䚥䶳 㪫䢞 㪫㶟䶳 䂳䢞䄸䋮㪫 㬽䶳䋮䶳㰛㪫㶟 㪫㶟䶳 䚥䢞䝭䨖 㬽䶳㪫㒠䶳䶳䋮 㪫㶟䶳 䪂㶟䝭䢞䋮䶳䚘䍫” 㵰㰛㽆䬴 䚥䢞䢞䔖䶳䨖 䂳䢞䗘䶳䨖䍫䍫
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