Read Novel Full Chapter 509: Chapter 514: Slaying the Saint Heir Again
Chapter 509: Chapter 514: Slaying the Saint Heir Again
Ye Fan wielded the Yin Yang Holy Sword, slaying the Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion. His head and divine sense turned to ashes, leaving only a headless corpse spewing fresh blood.
The life of a Saint Heir of his generation had ended. He could have become a supreme Peacock King, but today marked the end of his journey, turning him into dust in the annals of history.
It was foreseeable that great chaos would soon erupt. This was the first Saint Heir of the Eastern Wastelands to fall in recent years; his death would surely spark a massive upheaval.
The Rotten Wood Hammer appeared entirely ordinary, marked with insect bites and nearly rotten. It bore no resemblance to a weapon; if thrown on the ground, no one would bother to pick it up.
Yet, this inconspicuous, broken wooden hammer could emit Chaotic Light, powerful enough to crack even the Yin Yang Holy Sword. It had repeatedly dispelled calamities for the Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion.
Ye Fan held it. It felt light and weightless, like a piece of firewood that would snap with a little force.
DONG!
He shook it forcefully. The Rotten Wood Hammer emitted a hollow sound, like rotten, hollowed-out wood, yet no matter how much force he applied, he couldn’t shatter it. Its material was incredibly hard.
BANG!
He swung the broken wooden hammer. With a light HUMMM, it trembled, boring a black hole into the void. A beam of Chaotic Light shot into the hole.
What kind of treasure is this? It’s far more powerful than the Yin Yang Sword! Ye Fan was startled.
“This must be a divine object…” The big black dog sidled closer, its eyes wide. It rapidly extended a large paw, its greedy habit resurfacing.
Ye Fan knew its habits and was already on guard. He raised his hand to block it, saying, “Don’t just snatch things! Quickly take control of the Killing Array and don’t let a single person escape.”
The entire area was now filled with bloody mud. The stench of gore permeated the air. Countless people had died, and the terrifying scene resembled a slaughterhouse.
Jiang Huairen and Wu Zhongtian also approached, clicking their tongues in amazement as they looked at the Rotten Wood Hammer. It could emit Chaotic Light and seemed indestructible—truly a divine object.
“The Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion is dead…” Liu Kao and the others felt the situation had escalated dramatically. He was the future master of a Sacred Land, yet Ye Fan had cut him down alive. If word of this spread, the entire northern region would be rocked by a major earthquake.
“AAAH…”
Agonized screams continued to resound. The Killing Array of the ancient Great Emperor was matchless, manifesting as a tangible Big Grinding Disc that crushed heaven and earth, relentlessly turning living beings into meat paste.
“AAAH…”
No one could escape. The Ancient Killing Array swept through them like an autumn wind scattering leaves, slaying a large number of people with each pass—a veritable meat grinder.
Numerous experts, even those at the eighth change of Dragon Transformation or peak super experts, found it impossible to escape the slaughter of the ancient Great Emperor’s Array Patterns. The bloody mud was mixed with bone fragments.
Amidst the crimson ground lay pieces of ghastly white, shattered bones. The sight was enough to make one’s scalp tingle; it was so horrific that no one dared to look directly at it.
In the cruel world of cultivators, once war broke out, there was no mercy to be spoken of. Distinguishing right from wrong was difficult; it wasn’t about correctness, only life and death, and the law of the jungle.
Ye Fan strode forward to the headless corpse of the Saint Heir of the Purple Mansion and took the large Black Gourd from its back. This was also a secret treasure.
Leaving aside the gourd itself, the Heavenly Yin Absolute Water it contained was priceless. This Water of Death could dissolve even the body of a Peacock King; no one dared to come into contact with it.
“Huh? This Rotten Wood Hammer… it looks a lot like the stopper for this big gourd!” Jiang Huairen’s sharp eyes noticed the peculiarity at once.
Ye Fan inserted the handle of the Rotten Wood Hammer into the gourd’s mouth. It was a perfect, tight fit, sealing it completely. The hammerhead and the gourd’s mouth became a single unit.
“What fortune! This is definitely a divine object! Even its stopper can emit Chaotic Light! So terrifying! One can only imagine what the gourd itself is capable of!” The big black dog stood up on its hind legs, its eyes gleaming fiercely, ready to snatch it again.
“Can’t you behave yourself for once, you damn dog?” Ye Fan shot it a sidelong glance.
They were all inwardly shaken. This Black Gourd undoubtedly had an extraordinary origin. If the stopper alone was so terrifying, one could only imagine the true nature of the gourd itself.
“That brat from the Purple Mansion probably just got this gourd recently. What a waste of a divine treasure, using its stopper to fight enemies! He clearly didn’t understand its true value!” the big black dog commented.
They fiddled with the Black Gourd for a while but couldn’t figure out its use. It was harder than divine iron; even Ye Fan’s Golden Finger couldn’t pierce it.
“Although the Heavenly Yin Absolute Water is priceless, compared to the Black Gourd, it’s not even worth a single hair. Using this gourd to store it is a complete waste.”
“AAAH…”
The screams were unceasing. By now, only a few people remained alive. The rest had been slashed into pulp. Crimson was everywhere—a gruesome and bloody scene. Merely a dozen or so people were left.
Ye Fan remained calm, his eyes betraying no emotion as he quietly observed everything. He rarely acted, but once he made a decision, his resolve was absolute.
It’s a pity only two Saint Heirs entered… He was searching for the whereabouts of the Saint Heir of Wanchu.
The survivors weren’t necessarily the strongest. The Beginningless Killing Array was incomplete, only a fragment. Some areas possessed devastating lethality, while others were relatively weaker.
“There!” A glint flashed in Ye Fan’s eyes. He rushed over quickly, appearing before a pile of corpses. A blood-soaked figure lay there, submerged in gore, motionless, cold, and utterly devoid of any life force.
The figure was mixed with the bloody mud, buried beneath other corpses. Anyone else would not have sensed him at all, assuming he was long dead.
However, Ye Fan had cultivated the Divine Eye. With a single glance, he saw that the figure was still alive. His Life Origin was flourishing, emanating an intense, unextinguished radiance.
The Saint Heir of Wanchu was feigning death, attempting to escape this calamity. He had been forced into this desperate situation.
Ye Fan charged like a specter, soundlessly whirling the Yin Yang Holy Sword. It transformed into a savage dragon as he hacked downwards. The thick sword aura connected with the dark clouds in the sky!
SWISH!
The Saint Heir of Wanchu transformed into a streak of azure light, shooting upwards like a beam to evade the attack. The ground was slashed open, revealing a deep, bottomless black abyss!
“Brother Ye, there’s been some misunderstanding between us,” the Saint Heir of Wanchu began to say, but Ye Fan activated the All Secret and slashed forward with the Holy Sword, giving him no chance to speak further.
CLANG!
This sword strike split the high heavens, completely dispersing the dark clouds. Countless streams of starlight gathered like a waterfall—thousands upon thousands of them—forming a vast expanse of white that cascaded downwards.
The expression of the Saint Heir of Wanchu changed. He felt the world-shattering sharpness of a blade at his neck, the pervasive aura of death—he was no match for it!
However, within the Beginningless Killing Array, he had no means of escape. A single misstep would lead to his utter annihilation, body and soul. He could only face the sword aura, which was as vast as a mountain.
Once the All Secret was triggered, his combat power increased tenfold. This was a destructive Qi Mechanism, overwhelming all in its path. The Yin Yang Holy Sword blazed like a sun.
POP!
The palm of the Saint Heir of Wanchu glistened as a crimson light burst forth, opening a ghastly Blood Box. Blood stained the night sky red, as if an Ancient fiend had awakened, intent on destroying everything.
The Heavenly Demon Blood Box!
In ancient times, a Heavenly Demon had forged this weapon for his descendants from his own Demon God blood. Its lethality was unparalleled; the Heavenly Demon Blood within could dissolve any opponent.
BANG!
Ye Fan’s sword strike, immense in power, clashed with the blood light. It instantly struck the Saint Heir of Wanchu, sending him flying while coughing up mouthfuls of blood.
With tenfold combat power, who of the same cultivation level could possibly contend?
This was equivalent to ten Saint Son-level figures attacking the Saint Heir of Wanchu simultaneously. Within the Beginningless Killing Array, he couldn’t evade. Despite his extraordinary methods, he was overwhelmed and immediately suffered severe injuries.
However, Ye Fan also felt a chill in his heart and retreated swiftly. The Yin Yang Holy Sword in his hand was stained with Demon Blood, and the cracks on its surface rapidly expanded.
CRACK!
The Yin Yang Holy Sword shattered, completely destroyed by the Heavenly Demon Blood Box.
Ye Fan’s entire body radiated brilliant golden light, preventing the Demon God blood from touching him. He drew out the Rotten Wood Hammer and struck mightily, dispersing the endless blood light.
“That’s the legendary treasure box forged by a peerless Heavenly Demon! We must seize it!” the big black dog shouted loudly from behind.
Ye Fan swung the Rotten Wood Hammer. A fearsome beam of Chaotic Light shot forth, striking the Saint Heir of Wanchu and carving a black hole in the void.
BOOM!
The Heavenly Demon Blood Box was less than three inches long, yet it contained an endless sea of blood. At this moment, boundless waves surged forth from it, nearly drowning the heavens and earth.
CHII!
Ye Fan cleaved open a black hole with the Rotten Wood Hammer, channeling the boundless sea of blood into it. Then, he shot a beam of Chaotic Divine Light toward the Saint Heir of Wanchu.
The two engaged in a swift and furious battle. The Beginningless Killing Array continued to operate, causing the Saint Heir of Wanchu’s heart to pound with every step, making him unable to concentrate fully.
BOOM!
Ye Fan successfully triggered the All Secret once more. The Rotten Wood Hammer in his hand shone brilliantly, as if imbued with life, unleashing a vast expanse of Chaotic Light.
It was an alarmingly terrifying scene. The dark night sky continuously collapsed, and black holes appeared one after another. The Saint Heir of Wanchu cried out, desperately trying to defend himself with the Heavenly Demon Blood Box.
However, the tenfold increase in combat power was far too terrifying; it destroyed everything in its path. The entire sea of blood was instantly evaporated; everything was obliterated!
Within the Beginningless Killing Array, the Saint Heir of Wanchu could not evade and could only endure it head-on. BANG! He was swept away by the Chaotic Light, his body cracking apart.
BUZZ!
Ye Fan executed the Movement Secret, rushing forward like a beam of light. During the brief period his tenfold combat power was active, he launched a series of sharp and unmatched attacks.
PFFT!
The Saint Heir of Wanchu spat out a large mouthful of blood, struck once again by the Chaotic Light. Most of the bones in his body shattered. He cried out, “You can’t—”
BOOM!
Ye Fan gave him no chance to finish. His tenfold combat power surged wildly. The Rotten Wood Hammer shattered the void as it struck the Saint Heir, nearly turning him into meat paste.
“You…” The Saint Heir of Wanchu coughed up more blood.
THUD!
Ye Fan pressed the Rotten Wood Hammer against the Heavenly Demon Blood Box. The Chaotic Light confined the endless sea of blood, and the two weapons stuck together.
At this point, the combat power triggered by the All Secret dissipated. However, the Saint Heir of Wanchu was also a spent force, struggling to resist with all his might.
BANG!
Ye Fan extended a large golden hand and struck forward, unleashing a destructive Qi Mechanism.
CRACK!
The Saint Heir of Wanchu’s arm snapped. His chest then caved in as his flesh was struck by the golden Great Hand Seal!
SPLAT!
How formidable was the flesh of the sacred body! His palm, like a golden grinding disc, landed solidly on the Saint Heir of Wanchu’s body, shattering him into pieces on the spot.
The primordial spirit of the Saint Heir of Wanchu shot out, attempting to flee. However, the small golden lake between Ye Fan’s eyebrows transformed into a small golden cauldron, which rushed forward and shattered the spirit.
Another Saint Heir of the Eastern Wastelands had fallen. The future master of Wanchu was thus obliterated, becoming mere smoke in the annals of history, vanishing forever.
In a single day, Ye Fan had struck down two Saint Heirs. This feat was enough to shake the world. Exterminating so many formidable figures, leaving behind a scene of utter carnage with the ground covered in meat paste, was bound to trigger an overwhelming storm.
Where is Yao Xi? And Xiang Yifei, the Saint Heir of Dayan? They came too… Ye Fan furrowed his brows slightly.
虜
䧥䟏䏛䟁䢐㺐㑦
爐
㨣㺐䧥㭪
䢐䟏䟏䫔
㜞䧥䢐
䢐䑷䄚䗳㤋䧥
老
䜋䏛
蘆
虜
盧
䟏㺐䅥䢐
擄
㜞㤋㺐㧗䟏䄚䗳䧥㰀䧥
路
盧
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䏛㪵㟰䗳䑷
䧥㜞䢐
䟏㜞䫔㤋
㜞䢐㤋䗂㭪
㺐䏛㰀䧥䗳㜞
㜞䧥䢐
䫔㟰
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䟁䢐䄚㺐㪵㑦㪵䢐䟁㴁
露
䧥㜞䢐
䟦㨣㟰䟏㪵䟁
䏛㪵㤋
䢐䧥䏛㺐㨣䏛㤋
䟿㟰䑷䢐䗂䢐䄚䗳 䧥㜞䢐 㨣㺐䧥㭪 䑷㤋䟁 䫔㤋䄚 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥䄚㤋䏛㹋䟦㺐䟏㑦 䇆㜞䢐 䟁䧥䢐䏛㨣㜞 㟰䫔 㤎䟏㟰㟰㪵 䑷㤋䟁 㟰䗂䢐䄚㴁㟰䑷䢐䄚㺐䏛㰀䗳 㤋䏛㪵 㤋 䧥㜞㺐㨣䅥 㤋䧥䲚㟰䟁㴁㜞䢐䄚䢐 㟰䫔 㪵䢐㤋䧥㜞 㴁䢐䄚䲚䢐㤋䧥䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 㤋㺐䄚䗳 䄚䢐䟁䢐䲚㤎䟏㺐䏛㰀 㤋 䟁㨣䢐䏛䢐 㟰䫔 䊕䟁䟦䄚㤋 㪵䢐䟁㨣䢐䏛㪵㺐䏛㰀 䟦㴁㟰䏛 䧥㜞䢐 䲚㟰䄚䧥㤋䟏 䄚䢐㤋䟏䲚㑦
䇆㜞䢐 㰀䄚㺐䏛㪵㺐䏛㰀 㪵㺐䟁㨣 䫔㟰䄚䲚䢐㪵 㤎㭪 䧥㜞䢐 䏲䢐㰀㺐䏛䏛㺐䏛㰀䟏䢐䟁䟁 䶦㺐䟏䟏㺐䏛㰀 䊕䄚䄚㤋㭪 䗂㤋䏛㺐䟁㜞䢐㪵㑦 䀥䏛㪵䢐䄚 䧥㜞䢐 㨣㟰䟏㪵 䲚㟰㟰䏛䟏㺐㰀㜞䧥䗳 䧥㜞䢐 㰀䄚㟰䟦䏛㪵 䟏㤋㭪 㨣㟰䗂䢐䄚䢐㪵 䑷㺐䧥㜞 䧥㜞㺐㨣䅥 䟏㤋㭪䢐䄚䟁 㟰䫔 㤎䟏㟰㟰㪵 䲚䟦㪵 㤋䏛㪵 䟁㟰䲚䢐 䟁䏛㟰䑷㷊䑷㜞㺐䧥䢐 㤎㟰䏛䢐 䟁㴁䟏㺐䏛䧥䢐䄚䟁㑦
䟁㨣䢐䏛䢐
㤎㟰㺐㷊㨣䏛䟏䏛䢐㰀䟏㜞㺐
䄚䲂䟦䄚㟰㭪㤋㰀㑦䧥
䑷㺐㜞䧥
䟦䧥㤎
䑷㟰㜞
㜞㺐䟁䇆
䏛㟰㤎䢐
㴁㴁㪵䟦䟏䢐
䏛㟰䧥
㺐䧥
㟰䬥䟏㪵䄚
㜞㴁䢐䟏
䏛䏛㟰䊕䢐㭪
㰀㺐䟏䗂㺐䏛
䟏㨣㟰㪵䟦
㺐䧥
㤋
䑷㤋䟁
䲚㤋䟦䏛䟿
㺐㟰㪵䄚䢐㺐䓋䫔䄚㜞
䫔䢐䟏䢐
㜞㺐䧥䢐䑷
䲚䑶㪵㺐䢐
䟏䟁䧥㴁䄚䟁㺐䏛䢐
䢐䢐㺐㪵䧥䑷䏛䟁䟁
䢐䄚㜞䑷䢐
㤋䑷䟁
䟏䫔䢐㑦㜞䟁
䊕䟁㺐㪵䢐 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䟿䟦㤋㺐’㤋䏛䗳 䢐䗂䢐䄚㭪㟰䏛䢐 㪵㺐䢐㪵㑦 䯈㟰 㟰䏛䢐 䲚㤋䏛㤋㰀䢐㪵 䧥㟰 䢐䟁㨣㤋㴁䢐㑦 䇆㜞㺐䟁 䑷㤋䟁 䧥㜞䢐 㴁㟰䑷䢐䄚 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 㤋䏛㨣㺐䢐䏛䧥 䉌䄚䢐㤋䧥 䍸䲚㴁䢐䄚㟰䄚 䊕䄚䄚㤋㭪䓋 䲚䢐䄚䢐䟏㭪 㤋 䫔䄚㤋㰀䲚䢐䏛䧥 㨣㟰䟦䟏㪵 䟁䟏㤋䟦㰀㜞䧥䢐䄚 䧥㜞䢐䲚 㤋䟏䟏㑦
䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 䟁䧥㟰㟰㪵 䑷㺐䧥㜞㺐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 䊕䏛㨣㺐䢐䏛䧥 䶦㺐䟏䟏㺐䏛㰀 䊕䄚䄚㤋㭪䗳 㭪䢐䧥 㜞䢐 㪵㺐㪵 䏛㟰䧥 䟁䢐䢐 䯢㤋㟰 㤤㺐 㟰䄚 䧥㜞䢐 䱇㤋㭪㤋䏛 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚䗳 㤤㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐䫔䢐㺐㑦 䇆㜞䢐㭪 䲚䟦䟁䧥 㜞㤋䗂䢐 㨣㟰䲚䢐 䫔㟰䄚 㜞㺐䲚 㤋䟁 䑷䢐䟏䟏䗳 㤎䟦䧥 䧥㜞䢐㭪 㜞㤋㪵 䏛㟰䧥 䢐䏛䧥䢐䄚䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 㤋䄚䄚㤋㭪㑦
㭪㤋䓋䊕䄚䄚
䢐䧥㜞
㟰䑷䢐䄚㴁
㤋
㤋㤋㭪䄚䄚
㭪䅥䗳䟁
㺐㺐䏛㪵䧥㪵㺐䧥䢐㤋䲚
㺐䏛㜞㰀䧥
䏛䢐㺐䄚㑦䟏㰀
䧥㟰䏛
䢐䧥㜞
䲚㜞㑦㺐㤋㨣䢐䏛䟁䲚
䗳㭪㤋䑷㤋
䄚㤋㪵䢐㪵
㜞䑷㟰
䧥㤋䑷䟁㪵䄚㟰
䢐䢐䑷䄚
㜞䧥䢐
䏛㟰䢐
䢐䟿
㭏㺐
㜞䢐䧥
䢐䢐䢐䄚䏛䧥㪵
䫔㟰
䅥䟏㟰㪵䢐㟰
㟰䏛
㟰䧥
䟏䟦䏛㤋㤎䢐
䧥㟰
㜞㤋㪵
䢐䢐䟁䏛䟁
㟰䫔
䟏䟏䶦㺐䏛㺐㰀
䧥䢐㜞䏛㪵䄚䫔䢐㰀㺐
䇆䟁㜞䢐㟰
䏲䢐䟏䟁㰀䏛䏛䟁㰀㺐㺐䢐䏛
㤎㭪
㨣䢐䧥䄚㤋
䈹㟰䏛㰀 㤋䫔䧥䢐䄚䗳 䫔㺐㰀䟦䄚䢐䟁 㤋㴁㴁䢐㤋䄚䢐㪵 㤋䧥 䧥㜞䢐 㜞㟰䄚㺐䜦㟰䏛’䟁 䢐㪵㰀䢐䗳 䑷㤋䧥㨣㜞㺐䏛㰀 䫔䄚㟰䲚 㤋䫔㤋䄚㑦 䊕䟏䟏 䑷䢐䄚䢐 䧥䢐䄚䄚㺐䫔㺐䢐㪵䗳 㨣㜞㺐䟏䟏䢐㪵 䫔䄚㟰䲚 㜞䢐㤋㪵 䧥㟰 䫔㟰㟰䧥㑦
䜋䏛 䧥㜞䢐 䟏㤋䧥䧥䢐䄚 㜞㤋䟏䫔 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 䏛㺐㰀㜞䧥䗳 䧥㜞䢐 䲚㟰㟰䏛䟏㺐㰀㜞䧥 䑷㤋䟁 䟁㟰䫔䧥䗳 㤎䟦䧥 䧥㜞䢐 䢐䏛䧥㺐䄚䢐 㤋䏛㨣㺐䢐䏛䧥 㨣㺐䧥㭪 䑷㤋䟁 㟰㴁㴁䄚䢐䟁䟁㺐䗂䢐䟏㭪 䟁㺐䟏䢐䏛䧥䗳 䑷㺐䧥㜞㟰䟦䧥 㤋 䟁㟰䟦䏛㪵䗳 䏛㟰䧥 㤋 䟁㟰䟦䟏 䟁䧥㺐䄚䄚㺐䏛㰀㑦
䟦䗂䢐䢐䟏䏛㤋䟏㭪䧥
㪵㟰䟦䏛㰀㑦䄚
㤋
䧥䟦䏛㺐䏛㰀䄚
㪵㤋䏛
㜞㭪㟰㰀㜞䄚䟏䧥䟦㟰
䯢䢐
㨣㨣䄚㤋䅥㪵䢐䟏
㪵䟦䲚
㺐㺐䟏㰀䄚䧥㜞䢐䗳䫔
㜞䢐㭪䇆
䏛㤋㾹
㤎㟰㪵㟰䟏
㜞䢐䗳䟁䟁㤋
䧥䢐㜞
䏛㟰
䫔㟰
䢐䟁䧥
䏛㺐
㺐䢐䗳䫔䄚
䧥䄚䢐㤋㰀
䧥䢐㜞
䏛䟦㤎䄚䏛㺐㰀
㨣㟰䢐㑦㪵䲚䟁䏛䟦
㜞䧥䢐
䧥㟰
䢐䄚䫔䧥㰀㤋䲚䏛䟁
㟰䏛㤎䢐
㧗䟦㪵㪵䢐䏛䟏㭪䗳 㜞䢐 䟏㺐䫔䧥䢐㪵 㜞㺐䟁 㜞䢐㤋㪵䗳 䫔䢐䢐䟏㺐䏛㰀 㤋 䟁䢐䏛䟁䢐 㟰䫔 㨣䄚㺐䟁㺐䟁䗳 㭪䢐䧥 䫔㟰䟦䏛㪵 䏛㟰䧥㜞㺐䏛㰀㑦
䦠㟰䟦䟏㪵 㺐䧥 㤎䢐 䧥㜞㤋䧥 㤋 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 㾷㤋䟁䧥䢐䄚 䈹䢐䗂䢐䟏 䫔㺐㰀䟦䄚䢐 㜞㤋䟁 㤋䄚䄚㺐䗂䢐㪵䗳 㟰䄚 䟁㟰䲚䢐㟰䏛䢐 䧥䢐䄚䄚㺐䫔㭪㺐䏛㰀 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥㜞䢐 䊕䏛㨣㺐䢐䏛䧥 䊕䟁䟁㤋䟁䟁㺐䏛 䱇㺐䗂㺐䏛䢐 䱇㭪䏛㤋䟁䧥㭪 㺐䟁 䑷㤋䧥㨣㜞㺐䏛㰀䛳 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛’䟁 㜞䢐㤋䄚䧥 㩗㟰䟏䧥䢐㪵㑦
䏛㤋䳠㺐㰀
䢐㤋㵺㴁”㨣䟏
“䬥䢐
㤋
䑷㟰䟏䟦㪵
㭪㤋䟁䧥
䏛㪵㤋
䟁䧥䲚䄚㟰
䬥䟦
䧥䢐㜞
䟁䟦㟰㜞䟏㪵
㜞㤋䏛䧥䗳䯭㰀㺐㟰䏛
䄚䢐䗳䧥㨣䏛䢐
䫔䢐㪵䄚䢐䢐㴁䄚䄚
㺐㜞䧥䟁
䧥㟰
䟁䑷䢐㑦㺐
㤋䗂䢐㰀㺐䟏䏛
㟰㤋䟏䟁
㟰䢐䲚㤎㨣䢐
䟏䢐㭪㤋䄚
㰀䟏㑦㟰䏛
䧥㟰㤎㤋䟦
䢐㟰䧥䟁㜞䄚
䗳㺐䄚䢐䟦㤋䏛䟿
䧥㟰
䗂䟏䢐䢐㤋
㴁㨣䟏䢐㤋
䏛㟰䧥
㺐䬥䧥㜞
㤎䢐
䧥䟁㜞㺐
䇆㜞䢐 䏲䟏㤋㨣䅥 䍸䲚㴁䢐䄚㟰䄚 㨣㤋䄚䗂䢐㪵 㤋䄚䄚㤋㭪 㴁㤋䧥䧥䢐䄚䏛䟁 㤋䏛㪵 䧥㜞䢐䏛 䢐䄚㤋䟁䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 䏲䢐㰀㺐䏛䏛㺐䏛㰀䟏䢐䟁䟁 䶦㺐䟏䟏㺐䏛㰀 䊕䄚䄚㤋㭪㑦 䬥㺐䧥㜞 㤋 䫔䟏㤋䟁㜞 㟰䫔 䟏㺐㰀㜞䧥䗳 䧥㜞䢐㭪 䧥䄚㤋䗂䢐䄚䟁䢐㪵 㤋䑷㤋㭪䗳 㪵㺐䟁㤋㴁㴁䢐㤋䄚㺐䏛㰀 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥㜞䢐㺐䄚 㟰䄚㺐㰀㺐䏛㤋䟏 䟏㟰㨣㤋䧥㺐㟰䏛㑦
「䇆㜞䢐 䏛䢐䑶䧥 㪵㤋㭪䗳 䧥㜞䢐 䏛䢐䑷䟁 㤎䄚㟰䅥䢐䗳 㨣㤋䟦䟁㺐䏛㰀 㤋䏛 䟦㴁䄚㟰㤋䄚㵺」
䟏䏛㪵䟁䟁䢐䢐
䯈㟰
㧗㟰䢐䅥䲚
㤋䄚䏛㟰䧥㑦㜞䢐
䲚㭪㤋䏛
㜞䇆䟁㺐
㜞㟰䑷
䫔䟏䟏䢐
㭪㺐䦠䗳䧥
䗂㺐䟏䟁䢐䓋
䢐䫔䄚䢐䟁䟦䫔㪵
㤋㪵㜞
㺐䏛
䄚㤋㤋䧥㨣䢐䟁䅥䧥
䧥䏛䏛䊕䢐㨣㺐
䏛㟰䢐
䲚㺐䧥䢐
㤋䫔䢐䄚䧥
㜞䧥䢐䄚㺐
䟁䢐㪵㺐㤎㟰
㺐䢐䟦䟁㨣㤋䟏䧥䟁㤋㑦
䧥㜞䢐
䑷䅥䢐䏛
㟰䏛䢐
䟁䟏䧥㟰
䦠㟰㪵䟦䟏
䊕䲚㟰䏛㰀 䧥㜞䢐䲚 䑷䢐䄚䢐 䫔㺐䗂䢐 㜞㤋䟏䫔㷊䟁䧥䢐㴁 䟁㟰䗂䢐䄚䢐㺐㰀䏛䟁䗳 㤋䟏䟏 㟰䗂䢐䄚䟏㟰䄚㪵䟁 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐㺐䄚 䄚䢐㰀㺐㟰䏛䟁㑦 䜋䫔 䧥㜞䢐㭪 㨣㟰䟦䟏㪵 㜞㤋䗂䢐 㴁䄚㟰㰀䄚䢐䟁䟁䢐㪵 䫔䟦䄚䧥㜞䢐䄚 㤋䏛㪵 㪵䢐䗂䢐䟏㟰㴁䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐㺐䄚 䱇㤋㟰䗳 䧥㜞䢐㭪 䑷㟰䟦䟏㪵 㜞㤋䗂䢐 㤎䢐䢐䏛 䫔㺐㰀䟦䄚䢐䟁 㟰䏛 㴁㤋䄚 䑷㺐䧥㜞 䧥㜞䢐 䗂㤋䄚㺐㟰䟦䟁 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 㾷㤋䟁䧥䢐䄚䟁㑦 䀥䏛䫔㟰䄚䧥䟦䏛㤋䧥䢐䟏㭪䗳 䧥㜞䢐㭪 㴁䢐䄚㺐䟁㜞䢐㪵 㜞䢐䄚䢐㑦
“䬥㜞㤋䧥䛳 䍸䗂䢐䏛 㜞㤋䟏䫔㷊䟁䧥䢐㴁 䟁㟰䗂䢐䄚䢐㺐㰀䏛䟁 㜞㤋䗂䢐 䫔㤋䟏䟏䢐䏛䛳 䇆㟰 䑷㜞㤋䧥 䄚䢐㤋䟏䲚 㜞㤋䗂䢐 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㤋䏛㪵 㜞㺐䟁 㰀䄚㟰䟦㴁 㨣䟦䟏䧥㺐䗂㤋䧥䢐㪵 䧥㟰 㴁㟰䟁䟁䢐䟁䟁 䟁䟦㨣㜞 䲚䢐㤋䏛䟁䛳㵺”
㜞䇆䢐
䢐䐻䲚㤋䟏
䱇䏛㰀䄚㟰㤋
“䜋䟁
䟁䢐䢐䄚㴁䧥䑶
䄚䢐䧥㧗䢐㨣
䧥㟰㤋䄚䲚㤋㟰䏛䄚䟁䇆䏛䫔㺐
㺐䟁䧥㜞
䑷㪵㟰䏛
㺐䟏䢐䅥
㜞䧥䢐
䄚䢐䢐䑷
䄚䢐䟦䧥䛳
䟏㺐䟦㨣㤋䟁䟁䧥䢐㤋
㨣䟦䧥
㟰㴁䧥
㪵䢐䟁䑷䢐䗳
䄚䟦䟏㤎㺐䢐㤋䏛”䏛䢐䲚㵺
㟰䄚䲚䫔
䢐㺐䄚䧥㜞
“䍸䗂䢐䄚㭪䧥㜞㺐䏛㰀 㺐䟁 䧥䄚䟦䢐㑦 䜋 䑷㺐䧥䏛䢐䟁䟁䢐㪵 㺐䧥 䑷㺐䧥㜞 䲚㭪 㟰䑷䏛 䢐㭪䢐䟁 䟏㤋䟁䧥 䏛㺐㰀㜞䧥㑦 䜋䧥 䑷㤋䟁 䧥䄚䟦䟏㭪 㤋 䟿䟦䲚㤋䏛 䬥㟰䄚䟏㪵 䲂䟦䄚㰀㤋䧥㟰䄚㭪㵺 䈹㺐䫔䢐 䑷㤋䟁 㨣㜞䢐㤋㴁䢐䄚 䧥㜞㤋䏛 㰀䄚㤋䟁䟁䓋 䏛㟰 䲚㤋䧥䧥䢐䄚 㜞㟰䑷 䟁䧥䄚㟰䏛㰀 㭪㟰䟦 䑷䢐䄚䢐䗳 㭪㟰䟦 㨣㟰䟦䟏㪵䏛’䧥 䑷㺐䧥㜞䟁䧥㤋䏛㪵 㤋 䟁㺐䏛㰀䟏䢐 䟁䧥䄚㺐䅥䢐 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥㜞䢐 䅥㺐䟏䟏㺐䏛㰀 㤋䄚䄚㤋㭪㵺”
“䜋䧥’䟁 㴁㺐䢐䄚㨣䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 㜞䢐㤋䗂䢐䏛䟁㵺 䲂䢐㟰㴁䟏䢐 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥㜞䢐 䱇䄚㤋㰀㟰䏛 䇆䄚㤋䏛䟁䫔㟰䄚䲚㤋䧥㺐㟰䏛 㧗䢐㨣䄚䢐䧥 䐻䢐㤋䟏䲚 㪵㺐䢐㪵 㺐䏛 㪵䄚㟰䗂䢐䟁㑦 䊕䟏䧥㜞㟰䟦㰀㜞 䧥㜞䢐㺐䄚 䧥䄚䟦䢐 㤎㟰㪵㺐䢐䟁 䑷䢐䄚䢐 㜞㺐㪵㪵䢐䏛䗳 㺐䧥’䟁 㟰㤎䗂㺐㟰䟦䟁 䧥㜞䢐㭪 䑷䢐䄚䢐 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䗂㤋䄚㺐㟰䟦䟁 䉌䄚䢐㤋䧥 㧗䢐㨣䧥䟁㑦”
䄚䟦㭪䟏䧥
㨣㜞”㧗䟦
䢐䧥䲚㜞
䢐䟁㜞䲚㵺㪵䧥㟰
䟁㜞䇆㺐
㺐䢐㺐㤋㜞䏛㤋㪵䟏䧥䏛
㤋䲚䏛
䏛䢐㗌
㤋䢐㤎䧥䟏䧥
䧥䢐㭪䫔㰀㺐䄚㺐䄚䏛
䲚䄚”䟁㟰㤋䢐㵺䢐䫔
䟦䏛㭪㟰㰀
㺐䟁
䟏䟏㑦㤋
䇆㜞䢐 㤎䟏㟰㟰㪵㷊䟁㟰㤋䅥䢐㪵 䏛㺐㰀㜞䧥 㤎㤋䧥䧥䟏䢐 㨣㤋䟦䟁䢐㪵 㤋 䲚㤋㩗㟰䄚 䧥䄚䢐䲚㟰䄚㑦 䯈㟰 㟰䏛䢐 䢐䑶㴁䢐㨣䧥䢐㪵 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 䧥㟰 㴁㟰䟁䟁䢐䟁䟁 䟁䟦㨣㜞 䲚䢐㤋䏛䟁䗳 㪵㤋䄚㺐䏛㰀 䧥㟰 㤋䏛䏛㺐㜞㺐䟏㤋䧥䢐 㤋䟏䟏 䟁䧥䄚㟰䏛㰀 㺐䏛㪵㺐䗂㺐㪵䟦㤋䟏䟁㑦 䲂䢐㟰㴁䟏䢐 㰀㤋䟁㴁䢐㪵 㺐䏛 㤋䟁䧥㟰䏛㺐䟁㜞䲚䢐䏛䧥㑦
䬥㜞䢐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 䟁䅥㭪 㤎䄚㺐㰀㜞䧥䢐䏛䢐㪵䗳 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 䄚䢐䟏䢐㤋䟁䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 㴁㺐䧥㺐䫔䟦䟏 䟏㺐䧥䧥䟏䢐 㰀㺐䄚䟏 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥㜞䢐 㴁䟦䄚䢐 㩗㤋㪵䢐 㤎㟰䧥䧥䟏䢐㑦 䟿䢐 㜞㤋㪵 䏛㟰䧥 䟏䢐䧥 㜞䢐䄚 䑷㺐䧥䏛䢐䟁䟁 䧥㜞䢐 㤎䟏㟰㟰㪵㭪 㤎㤋䧥䧥䟏䢐 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 㴁䄚䢐䗂㺐㟰䟦䟁 䏛㺐㰀㜞䧥㑦
㺐䏛
䢐䑷䄚䢐
䯈㟰
䢐䲚䧥䏛㟰䲚䗳
㟰㺐㪵䧥䟦䟁䢐
䏛㤋
䄚䟏㪵㟰䑷
䏛㺐
㜞䧥㤋䧥
䑷㤋䟁
㜞䢐䧥
䧥䢐䲚㴁䄚㭪㟰㺐㤋䟏䄚
䧥䊕
䟁㟰㤋㺐䗳䟁
䢐㭪䧥㜞
䲚䟏䧥㑦䟦㟰䄚㺐
䢐䧥㜞
䟦㪵䧥㟰㤎
䄚䧥䲚㟰䟁㑦
㤋䗂㟰䏛㰀㺐㪵㺐
䈹㺐䟦 䶦㤋㟰 㤎䄚㟰䟦㰀㜞䧥 㤋 㴁䢐䄚䟁㟰䏛䗳 䧥㜞䄚㟰䑷㺐䏛㰀 㜞㺐䲚 㜞䢐㤋䗂㺐䟏㭪 䧥㟰 䧥㜞䢐 㰀䄚㟰䟦䏛㪵䗳 㤋䏛㪵 䟁㤋㺐㪵䗳 “䬥㜞㤋䧥 䟁㜞㟰䟦䟏㪵 䑷䢐 㪵㟰 䑷㺐䧥㜞 㜞㺐䲚䛳” 䇆㜞㺐䟁 䑷㤋䟁 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㟰䟏䢐 㨣㤋㴁䧥㺐䗂䢐 䑷㜞㟰 㜞㤋㪵 䟁䟦䄚䗂㺐䗂䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 䅥㺐䟏䟏㺐䏛㰀 㤋䄚䄚㤋㭪㑦
䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䟿䟦㤋㺐’㤋䏛’䟁 㜞䢐㤋䄚䧥 䑷㤋䟁 䫔㺐䟏䟏䢐㪵 䑷㺐䧥㜞 䫔䢐㤋䄚㑦 䊕䟏䧥㜞㟰䟦㰀㜞 㤋 䧥㟰㴁 䲚㤋䟁䧥䢐䄚 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 䱇䄚㤋㰀㟰䏛 䇆䄚㤋䏛䟁䫔㟰䄚䲚㤋䧥㺐㟰䏛’䟁 䢐㺐㰀㜞䧥㜞 㨣㜞㤋䏛㰀䢐䗳 㜞㺐䟁 䬥㜞䢐䢐䟏 㤋䏛㪵 㧗䢐㤋 㜞㤋㪵 㤎䢐䢐䏛 䄚䟦㺐䏛䢐㪵 㤎㭪 㤋䏛 㤋䄚䄚㟰䑷 㤋䏛㪵 㜞㺐䟁 㪵㺐䗂㺐䏛䢐 䢐䏛䢐䄚㰀㭪 㜞㤋㪵 㪵䄚㺐䢐㪵 䟦㴁䓋 㜞䢐 䑷㤋䟁 㺐䏛 㨣㟰䲚㴁䟏䢐䧥䢐 㪵䢐䟁㴁㤋㺐䄚㑦
䢐㑦㺐㪵
㪵㪵㺐
䧥㟰
䧥㤋㜞䏛
㭪䟦㟰
㤎䧥䲚䄚㪵䢐䢐䟏㑦
䟿䢐
㤋㪵㤎䟏㭪
䑷㤋䟁
䧥䢐䄚㤎䧥䢐
䧥䏛”䑷㤋䛳
㜞䢐
䧥䑷㜞㤋
㟰䧥
㪵㟰
䧥䬥㤋㜞…”
䧥䏛㟰
㟰䧥
䟿㺐䟁
䫔䟏䧥䢐
㤋㜞䧥䧥
䗂㺐䟏䢐
䧥㺐
㪵䓋㺐䢐
䑷䧥㤋䏛
䢐㺐㟰䗂㨣
“䱇㟰䏛’䧥 䑷㟰䄚䄚㭪䗳 䜋 䑷㟰䏛’䧥 䅥㺐䟏䟏 㭪㟰䟦䗳” 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㰀䟏㤋䏛㨣䢐㪵 㤋䧥 㜞㺐䲚㑦
䲂㤋䟁䟁㺐䏛㰀 㤎㭪 㤋 䟁䲚㤋䟏䟏 䗂㺐䟏䟏㤋㰀䢐䗳 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㴁㤋䟦䟁䢐㪵㑦 䦠㺐䄚㨣䟏㺐䏛㰀 㤋䄚㟰䟦䏛㪵 㤋 䫔㺐䟁㜞㴁㟰䏛㪵䗳 㜞䢐 䟁㤋㺐㪵䗳 “䇆㜞㺐䟁 㴁䟏㤋㨣䢐 㺐䟁 㹋䟦㺐䧥䢐 䟁䟦㺐䧥㤋㤎䟏䢐 䫔㟰䄚 㭪㟰䟦 䧥㟰 䄚䢐䧥㺐䄚䢐㑦”
䟁䢐䏛㺐㟰㺐㨣䱇䗂㰀䄚
㤋㪵䏛
㺐㤋䳠䏛㰀
㺐㪵㑦䢐
䄚㪵㟰䟁䑷䗳
㾹’䏛㤋䟁
㤋㺐䟁㤋䟿”䏛䟦
㟰䧥
㺐䟁㪵䏛㴁䫔㜞㟰
䢐䧥㜞
㤋䢐䫔㨣
䯢䢐
䢐䟦䄚㰀
䏛㤋
䟦䢐䟁䧥䟦㟰㜞㟰
㭪㺐䲚䲚䟏䢐䢐䧥㪵㺐㑦㤋
㨣䢐㰀䟏㤋䏛㺐䄚䟏
䄚䢐䏛䢐㰀
䄚䏛㤋䢐
䟦䧥䢐䄚㪵䏛
㤋䏛
䢐㜞
䫔䟏䢐䧥
䈹㺐䅥䢐 䧥㜞䄚㟰䑷㺐䏛㰀 㤋 㩗㤋䗂䢐䟏㺐䏛䗳 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㨣㤋䟁䧥 㜞㺐䲚 㟰䟦䧥㑦 㧗䲂䈹䊕㧗䟿㵺 䊕 䗂㤋䟁䧥 䟁㴁䄚㤋㭪 㟰䫔 䑷㤋䧥䢐䄚 䄚㟰䟁䢐䗳 䧥㜞䢐 䟁䧥䢐䏛㨣㜞 㟰䗂䢐䄚䑷㜞䢐䟏䲚㺐䏛㰀㑦
“䀥䉌䟿…” 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䟿䟦㤋㺐’㤋䏛 䏛䢐㤋䄚䟏㭪 䗂㟰䲚㺐䧥䢐㪵 㤎㺐䟏䢐䗳 䏛㤋䟦䟁䢐㤋䧥䢐㪵 䧥㟰 䧥㜞䢐 㴁㟰㺐䏛䧥 㟰䫔 䫔㤋㺐䏛䧥㺐䏛㰀㑦 䟿䢐 䟁㨣䄚䢐㤋䲚䢐㪵䗳 “䯢㟰䟦… 㭪㟰䟦 㨣㤋䏛’䧥 㪵㟰 䧥㜞㺐䟁㵺”
㴁䟦䟁䄚䟁䢐㴁䟁
䄚㟰
‘㟰䧥㪵䏛
㟰㭪䟦
㤋
䢐䯢
䟦㜞㪵䄚䢐㪵䏛
㪵䏛㤋
䟏䜋’䟏
㟰䧥
䟦㩗䧥䟁
䧥㤋
㟰䫔䄚
䧥䑷㟰
㧗䢐㤋
䟦䧥㤎
㟰䱇㤋
㜞䄚䢐䏛㪵䟦㪵
㺐䟁
㟰䟦䯢
㧗䗳㟰
㤋䄚㑦㭪䟁䢐
䟏䧥䟁㤋䢐
䗳㟰䄚㪵㴁䢐㪵䏛䢐
䏛䧥䑷㤋
䢐㺐䟏䗂
䢐㜞䢐䬥䟏
䜋
㤋䢐㨣䲂㤋䟏
“㭪䢐㑦䄚㤋䟁
䟦㭪㟰
㪵㺐䗳䢐䟦䏛䄚
䢐㪵㺐㑦
䗳㪵㺐䟁㤋
䏛㤋㨣
䟦”䯢䄚㟰
㾹㤋䏛
䏛㟰䢐
䏛䧥㜞䢐
㭪䟦㟰䄚
䄚㤋䟁䢐㑦㺐䏛䲚
“䯈㟰… 㜞䢐䟏㴁㵺” 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䟿䟦㤋㺐’㤋䏛 㨣䄚㺐䢐㪵 㟰䟦䧥䗳 䑷㺐䟁㜞㺐䏛㰀 㜞䢐 㨣㟰䟦䟏㪵 䟁䟏㤋㴁 㜞㺐䲚䟁䢐䟏䫔 䧥㟰 㪵䢐㤋䧥㜞㑦 䬥㜞㤋䧥 㜞㤋㪵 㜞䢐 㤎䢐䢐䏛 䧥㜞㺐䏛䅥㺐䏛㰀䗳 㴁䄚㟰䗂㟰䅥㺐䏛㰀 䧥㜞㺐䟁 㰀䄚㟰䟦㴁䛳 䇆㜞䢐㺐䄚 㺐㪵䢐㤋䟁 䑷䢐䄚䢐 䟁㜞㤋䲚䢐䟏䢐䟁䟁 䧥㟰 㤋䏛 䢐䑶䧥䄚䢐䲚䢐㑦
䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㺐㰀䏛㟰䄚䢐㪵 㜞㺐䲚㑦 䟿㺐䟁 䫔㺐䏛㰀䢐䄚䟁 䄚䢐䟏䢐㤋䟁䢐㪵 㤎䢐㤋䲚䟁 㟰䫔 䟏㺐㰀㜞䧥䗳 䟁䢐㤋䟏㺐䏛㰀 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䟿䟦㤋㺐’㤋䏛 㤋䧥 䧥㜞䢐 㤎㟰䧥䧥㟰䲚 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 㟰䟦䧥㜞㟰䟦䟁䢐㑦 䇆㜞䢐䏛䗳 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㨣㤋䄚䗂䢐㪵 㤋 䟁䧥㟰䏛䢐 䧥㤋㤎䟏䢐䧥 㤋䏛㪵 㴁䄚䢐䟁䟁䢐㪵 㺐䧥 㺐䏛㑦
䏛㺐
䲚䢐䟁㟰
䟁㺐
㜞䢐䧥
㺐㺐䢐䟦㜞䟿䟁
䢐䲚䏛䟁㵺䏛䢐䢐䄚䧥䧥
䧥䢐㪵䏛䗂䢐
䧥㜞䲚䢐
䟦㰀䢐㤋㪵䟏㜞
䗂䜋䢐’
䢐䟁㵺”䢐䗂㪵㪵䢐䄚
䟏”㭪䗳㺐䟏㤋䏛㾹
䫔䢐䑷
㤋䏛㰀䳠㺐
䅥䟏㺐䢐
䄚䑷䢐䢐
䧥㺐䟁㜞
㺐䈹
㜞䧥䄚㭪㑦㺐䟏䢐㤋
㟰䓋䗂䢐䟏䄚䏛䧥㰀㺐
䢐䇆㟰㜞䟁
䟁䏛䟦䟁䢐䟁㰀䄚㺐㴁㴁
䑷㜞㤋䧥
䟏㤋䏛䦠
㤎㺐䄚㪵䟁
㭪㜞䧥䢐
“䬥䢐 䟁㜞㟰䟦䟏㪵 㨣㤋䧥㨣㜞 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐㨣㜞䢐䏛 䧥㟰㟰㵺 䇆㜞㤋䧥 䅥㺐㪵 㺐䟁 䧥㜞䢐 䲚㟰䟁䧥 㜞㤋䧥䢐䫔䟦䟏㑦 䯈㟰䧥 䟁䟦㴁㴁䄚䢐䟁䟁㺐䏛㰀 㜞㺐䲚 䑷㟰䟦䟏㪵 㤎䢐 䟦䏛䫔㤋㺐䄚 䧥㟰 㟰䟦䄚䟁䢐䟏䗂䢐䟁䗳” 䈹㺐䟦 䶦㤋㟰 㨣㟰䟦䟏㪵䏛’䧥 䟏䢐䧥 㰀㟰 㟰䫔 㜞㺐䟁 㤋䏛㰀䢐䄚㑦
䱇㤋㭪䟁 㴁㤋䟁䟁䢐㪵䗳 㤎䟦䧥 䧥㜞䢐 䧥䟦䄚䲚㟰㺐䟏 䄚䢐䲚㤋㺐䏛䢐㪵䗳 㺐䏛䧥䢐䏛䟁㺐䫔㭪㺐䏛㰀㑦 䬥㺐䧥㜞 䟁㟰 䲚㤋䏛㭪 㴁䢐㟰㴁䟏䢐 㪵䢐㤋㪵—㺐䏛㨣䟏䟦㪵㺐䏛㰀 㴁㟰䑷䢐䄚䫔䟦䟏 䟁㨣㤋䧥䧥䢐䄚䢐㪵 㨣䟦䟏䧥㺐䗂㤋䧥㟰䄚䟁 㤋䏛㪵 㧗㤋㨣䄚䢐㪵 䈹㤋䏛㪵 䢐䑶㴁䢐䄚䧥䟁—䧥㜞䢐 䢐䗂䢐䏛䧥 㤎䢐㨣㤋䲚䢐 䧥㜞䢐 䫔㟰㨣䟦䟁 㟰䫔 㴁䟦㤎䟏㺐㨣 㪵㺐䟁㨣䟦䟁䟁㺐㟰䏛㑦
㭪㤋䟏㤋䄚㪵䢐
䟁㺐
䢐䟏㤋䗂㺐
㟰䄚㑦㪵䑷䟁”
䢐䄚㜞䛳㤋
㪵䢐㤋㨣䗂䟏䢐
䟁’㾹㤋䏛
䲂䟦䢐㴁䄚䟏
䇆㜞䢐
䟦㭪㟰
㪵㪵䢐㤋䗳
䟁㤋㾷䏛㟰䏛㺐
㤋䏛㧗䧥㺐
䢐䯢
䟿㺐䄚䢐
㤎㭪
䱇㺐㪵”
“䬥㜞㤋䧥䛳 䇆㜞㤋䧥’䟁 㺐䲚㴁㟰䟁䟁㺐㤎䟏䢐㵺 䇆㟰㟰 䟁㜞㟰㨣䅥㺐䏛㰀㵺”
“䜋䧥’䟁 䑷㺐䧥㜞㟰䟦䧥 㤋 㪵㟰䟦㤎䧥䗳 㤎䟦䧥 䏛㟰 㟰䏛䢐 㪵㤋䄚䢐䟁 䧥㟰 㤎䄚䢐㤋䅥 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㺐䟏䢐䏛㨣䢐㑦 䊕䲚㟰䏛㰀 䧥㜞㟰䟁䢐 䑷㜞㟰 㤋䟁䟁㤋䟦䟏䧥䢐㪵 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 䧥㜞㤋䧥 䏛㺐㰀㜞䧥 䑷㤋䟁 䧥㜞㺐䟁 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚㑦 䀥䏛䫔㟰䄚䧥䟦䏛㤋䧥䢐䟏㭪䗳 㜞䢐 䑷㤋䟁 䅥㺐䟏䟏䢐㪵 䟏㺐䅥䢐 㤋 㤎㭪䟁䧥㤋䏛㪵䢐䄚㑦”
䧥㜞㵺”䧥㤋
䟁㺐
䟁㭪䛳䢐㤋
䟦䧥㩗䟁
㗌”㜞
㤋㨣䢐䄚㧗㪵
䈹㪵䏛㤋
䇆䢐㺐㜞䄚
䟏㺐䅥䢐
㺐䏛䏛䟁䟁㺐㤋㰀䧥㟰㜞
䄚䢐䟁䧥
㟰㪵䄚䟏
䟏䬥䟏㺐
㭪䲚䗳
㜞䧥䢐
䄚䢐䟦䲂䟏㴁
䧥㜞䟁㺐
䫔䧥䟦䢐䄚䟦
䑷㤋䟁
䢐䏛䑷㵺䟁
㟰䢐㤎䟏㺐䧥䄚䧥㤋䢐㪵
㺐䟁䏛㤋㾷䏛㟰
“䇆㜞䢐 䲂䟦䄚㴁䟏䢐 㾷㤋䏛䟁㺐㟰䏛 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚 㤋䟏䧥䢐䄚䢐㪵 㜞㺐䟁 㤋㴁㴁䢐㤋䄚㤋䏛㨣䢐 䧥㟰 㤋䧥䧥㤋㨣䅥 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㤋㨣䄚䢐㪵 㤎㟰㪵㭪 㤋䏛㪵 䑷㤋䟁 䟦䟏䧥㺐䲚㤋䧥䢐䟏㭪 㨣㤋䟦㰀㜞䧥 㤋䏛㪵 䅥㺐䟏䟏䢐㪵㑦 䬥㜞㟰’䟁 䧥㟰 㤎䟏㤋䲚䢐䛳 䍸䗂䢐䏛 㤋䟁 㤋 䲚㺐㰀㜞䧥㭪 㧗㤋㨣䄚䢐㪵 䈹㤋䏛㪵䗳 䧥㜞䢐㭪 㨣㤋䏛䏛㟰䧥 㟰㴁䢐䏛䟏㭪 䄚䢐䧥㤋䟏㺐㤋䧥䢐㑦”
䜋䏛 䄚䢐㨣䢐䏛䧥 㭪䢐㤋䄚䟁䗳 㺐䧥 䑷㤋䟁 䧥㜞䢐 䫔㺐䄚䟁䧥 䧥㺐䲚䢐 㤋 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚 㜞㤋㪵 㴁䢐䄚㺐䟁㜞䢐㪵 㺐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 䍸㤋䟁䧥䢐䄚䏛 䬥㤋䟁䧥䢐䟏㤋䏛㪵䟁㑦 䇆㜞㺐䟁 䏛㤋䧥䟦䄚㤋䟏䟏㭪 㨣㤋䟦䟁䢐㪵 㤋 㰀䄚䢐㤋䧥 䟁䧥㺐䄚 㤋䏛㪵 䑷㤋䟁 㪵㺐䟁㨣䟦䟁䟁䢐㪵 㺐䏛 䢐䗂䢐䄚㭪 㨣㟰䄚䏛䢐䄚㑦
䏛䢐䅥䑷
㺐䟦䢐䄚䫔䟁㰀
㟰䫔
㴁䟏㟰䢐䲂䢐
䫔䟏䟏㤋
㟰䑷㜞
䲚㨣䢐㟰㑦
䟁㤋䑷
䜋䧥
㟰䑷㪵䟦䟏
䗂䈹䟏䢐䢐
㜞䇆䢐
䢐䟏㤋㪵
䧥㟰䄚䢐䏛䛳㤋䟁㺐䄚㨣䲚㴁䢐㟰
㤋㜞䧥䧥
䏛䢐䗳䟏㺐䧥㺐䢐䗂㤋㤎
㰀䟦䄚䏛㺐䟏
㟰䏛㧗
㺐䧥䢐䄚㜞
㪵䟏㟰㨣䟦
䄚䢐䗂㟰
䧥㜞䢐
䗂䢐䏛㤋㺐䟁䏛㤋㜞䢐䅥㷊㜞㰀
䟁䅥㺐䏛㰀
㤎䟏㑦䧥㤋䧥䟁䢐
㧗䏛㤋㺐䧥
㟰䧥
䏛䗳㟰䟏㤋䢐
㺐㺐䟁㰀䄚䏛
䟁䢐㭪䟏䄚䟦
㤎䟦䧥
䫔㟰
䄚䢐㤋
㜞㤋㪵
䟁㤋䏛䧥㪵
“䇆㜞䢐 䟁㤋㨣䄚䢐㪵 㤎㟰㪵㭪 㺐䟁 䟁㟰 㴁㟰䑷䢐䄚䫔䟦䟏㵺 㧗䟏㤋㭪㺐䏛㰀 䧥㜞䢐 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 䦠䢐䏛䧥䄚㤋䟏 㧗䧥㤋䧥䢐䟁䗳 㤋䏛㪵 䧥㜞䢐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 䍸㤋䟁䧥䢐䄚䏛 䬥㤋䟁䧥䢐䟏㤋䏛㪵䟁䗳 㨣㟰䏛䟁䧥㤋䏛䧥䟏㭪 䟁䢐䧥䧥㺐䏛㰀 㴁䄚䢐㨣䢐㪵䢐䏛䧥䟁—䟦䏛䟁䧥㟰㴁㴁㤋㤎䟏䢐㵺”
“䀥䟁㺐䏛㰀 㤋 䟁㜞㟰㨣䅥㺐䏛㰀 䅥㺐䟏䟏㺐䏛㰀 㤋䄚䄚㤋㭪 䧥㟰 䟁䟏㤋䟦㰀㜞䧥䢐䄚 䟁㟰 䲚㤋䏛㭪 㴁㟰䑷䢐䄚䫔䟦䟏 䫔㺐㰀䟦䄚䢐䟁䗳 㤋䏛㪵 䧥㜞䢐䏛 㴁䢐䄚䟁㟰䏛㤋䟏䟏㭪 㨣䟦䧥䧥㺐䏛㰀 㪵㟰䑷䏛 㤋 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚 㤋䟁 㺐䫔 㜞䢐 䑷䢐䄚䢐 㤋 㴁㤋䟁䟁䢐䄚㤎㭪—䧥㜞㺐䟁 䑷㤋䟁 㪵䢐䫔㺐䏛㺐䧥䢐䟏㭪 㪵䢐䟏㺐㤎䢐䄚㤋䧥䢐㑦”
㺐䧥㜞䑷
䧥䢐㜞
㺐㪵㰀䏛㰀㰀㺐
㴁䲂䢐䢐㟰䟏
䟁㨣䟁䟦㟰㺐㪵䟁䏛㺐䗳
䑷䄚䢐䢐
䏛䟁㪵㺐䄚㺐䢐
䢐䗂䏛㭪䄚㟰䢐䢐
䜦䟦䜦㤎㺐䏛㰀
䫔㟰䄚
䟁㤋㪵㺐䢐䧥㑦䟏
㧗䟦䄚䢐 䢐䏛㟰䟦㰀㜞䗳 䏛㟰䧥 䟏㟰䏛㰀 㤋䫔䧥䢐䄚䗳 㤋䏛㟰䧥㜞䢐䄚 䟁㜞㟰㨣䅥㺐䏛㰀 㴁㺐䢐㨣䢐 㟰䫔 䏛䢐䑷䟁 䟁㴁䄚䢐㤋㪵㪤 䧥㜞䢐 䬥㤋䏛㨣㜞䟦 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚 䑷㤋䟁 㤋䟏䟁㟰 㪵䢐㤋㪵㵺
“䇆䑷㟰 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚䟁 㪵㺐䢐㪵 㺐䏛 㟰䏛䢐 䏛㺐㰀㜞䧥䛳㵺”
㩗䧥䟁䟦
䗂㨣㺐䧥䧥䟏䄚㟰䟦㤋䟁
䑷䟁㤋
䢐䑷䢐䄚
㨣䧥䟁㟰䏛䢐䟁䟦䟏
㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥
䬥㤋䟦䏛㨣㜞
䟁㤋㾷䏛㺐㟰䏛
‘䟁䏛㤋䑷䧥
䟁㜞䅥㨣㟰㑦
㤋
㤋
䟦㟰䫔䏛㤎䢐䲚㪵㪵㑦䟦㪵
䜋䧥
㴁䟦䄚䲂䟏䢐
䢐㜞䄚䢐䧥
㺐䗳䢐䟿䄚
䗂䟏㰀䏛㺐䢐㤋
㺐䏛
䢐䟿㺐䄚䓋
㴁䢐䲂䢐䟏㟰
㺐㤋䏛䧥㧗
䟏㟰㤋䟁
“䇆䄚䟦䟏㭪 䟁㜞㤋䅥㺐䏛㰀 䧥㜞䢐 㜞䢐㤋䗂䢐䏛䟁㵺 䇆䑷㟰 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚䟁 㪵䢐㤋㪵㵺 䟿㤋䟁 䧥㜞䢐 䢐䄚㤋 㟰䫔 㜞䢐㤋䗂䢐䏛㷊䟁㜞㤋䅥㺐䏛㰀 㤎㤋䧥䧥䟏䢐䟁 㤋䄚䄚㺐䗂䢐㪵㵺”
䇆㜞䢐 䍸㤋䟁䧥䢐䄚䏛 䬥㤋䟁䧥䢐䟏㤋䏛㪵䟁 䑷䢐䄚䢐 䟁㜞㤋䅥㺐䏛㰀㵺
䑷㜞㟰
㺐㟰䟦䧥㰀䟁䏛䏛㪵㤋
㟰䲚䄚䢐
䧥䢐㭪㜞
䟿䢐䟁䄚㺐
䧥㜞䧥㤋
㤋㜞㪵
䢐㤎䢐䗂㺐䢐䟏
㜞㪵㤋
䢐䲚䄚䧥㤋䧥
䗂䏛䢐䢐
㴁䢐㟰䟏㴁䢐
䏛䟁䟏㺐㤋
䯈㟰
䑷䧥㟰
㜞䏛㺐㰀䧥
䢐㜞䇆
㨣䢐㟰䟦䗂㺐䟁䧥㨣㑦䏛䢐㭪䟏
㨣䟦㭪㤋䧥䟏䟏㤋
㤋㺐䧥㧗䏛
㨣䧥䟏䏛’㟰䟦㪵
㪵㤎㟰䟏㭪㟰
㴁㟰䏛䗳䄚䢐㪵㪵䢐
㪵䏛㺐㺐㑦㰀䲚㤋䢐
䢐䧥㤋䧥䟏㤎
䏛㜞䧥㤋
䑷㤋䟁
㜞㭪䢐䧥
䯢䢐
㾹㤋䏛
㤋㜞䄚㪵
“䇆㜞㺐䟁 㺐䟁 䧥㜞䢐 㤋䄚㨣㜞㷊䢐䏛䢐䲚㭪 㟰䫔 㤋䟏䟏 㧗㤋㺐䏛䧥 䟿䢐㺐䄚䟁㑦㑦㑦”
“䇆㜞䢐 䟁㤋㨣䄚䢐㪵 㤎㟰㪵㭪 㺐䟁 䄚㺐䟁㺐䏛㰀 䟏㤋䧥䢐䄚䓋 㺐䧥 㪵㟰䢐䟁䏛’䧥 䟁䢐䢐䲚 䟁䢐䟏䫔㷊䟁䢐䗂䢐䄚䢐㪵㑦 䦠㟰䟦䟏㪵 㺐䧥 㤎䢐 䧥㜞㤋䧥 䧥㜞䢐 䶦㺐䏛㰀 䱇㺐䗂㺐䏛䢐 䱇㟰㨣䧥㟰䄚 䑷㤋䟁 䟏㭪㺐䏛㰀䛳”
䟦㺐㨣㪵㰀㺐䟁䟁䏛䟁
㺐䟁㜞㑦䧥
㾷㤋㭪䏛
䄚䑷䢐䢐
䢐㟰䢐㴁㴁䟏
「䟿㤋䟏䫔 㤋 䲚㟰䏛䧥㜞 䟏㤋䧥䢐䄚䗳 䈹㺐䟦 䶦㤋㟰 䫔䟏䢐䑷 㤎㤋㨣䅥 䢐䑶㨣㺐䧥䢐㪵䟏㭪䗳 䟏㤋䟦㰀㜞㺐䏛㰀 㜞䢐㤋䄚䧥㺐䟏㭪㑦 “䜋 㤋㨣䧥㺐䗂㤋䧥䢐㪵 䟁㟰䲚䢐 㨣㟰䏛䏛䢐㨣䧥㺐㟰䏛䟁䗳 㤋䏛㪵 䧥㜞䢐㭪 㜞㤋䗂䢐 㺐䏛㪵䢐䢐㪵 㴁䄚㟰䗂䢐䏛 䢐䫔䫔䢐㨣䧥㺐䗂䢐㑦”」
䈹㺐䟦 䶦㤋㟰 㤎䄚㟰䟦㰀㜞䧥 㤎㤋㨣䅥 䏛䢐䑷䟁 䧥㜞㤋䧥 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐㨣㜞䢐䏛 䑷㤋䟁 㤋㤎㟰䟦䧥 䧥㟰 㤋㴁㴁䢐㤋䄚 㤋䏛㪵 䑷㟰䟦䟏㪵 㤋䧥䧥䢐䏛㪵 䧥㜞䢐 䯢㤋㟰㨣㜞㺐 䉌䄚㤋䏛㪵 䉌㤋䧥㜞䢐䄚㺐䏛㰀䗳 㴁䄚㟰䗂㺐㪵㺐䏛㰀 㤋 㴁䢐䄚䫔䢐㨣䧥 㟰㴁㴁㟰䄚䧥䟦䏛㺐䧥㭪 䧥㟰 㨣㤋㴁䧥䟦䄚䢐 㜞㺐䲚㑦
䦠”㤋䏛
㭪䟦㟰
㨣㟰”䏛䫔䲚䛳㺐䄚
㑦㤋䅥㪵䢐䟁
䬥䟦
㰀䯭㜞㟰㤋䏛䧥㺐䏛
“䇆㜞䢐 䏛䢐䑷䟁 䑷㤋䟁 䟁䢐䏛䧥 㤎㭪 㧗䟦䏛 䶦䟦䏛䗳 䟁㟰 㺐䧥 䟁㜞㟰䟦䟏㪵䏛’䧥 㤎䢐 䑷䄚㟰䏛㰀㑦”
㧗䟦䏛 䶦䟦䏛䗳 䧥㜞䢐 㰀䄚㤋䏛㪵䟁㟰䏛 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 䧥䢐䏛䧥㜞 㰀䄚䢐㤋䧥 㤎㤋䏛㪵㺐䧥 㧗䟦䏛 䇆㺐㤋䏛㭪䟦䏛䗳 䑷㤋䟁 㺐䏛㪵䢐䢐㪵 㤋 㪵䢐䟁㨣䢐䏛㪵㤋䏛䧥 㟰䫔 㰀䄚䢐㤋䧥 㤎㤋䏛㪵㺐䧥䟁 㤋䏛㪵 㜞㤋㪵 㪵䢐䢐㴁 䧥㺐䢐䟁 䑷㺐䧥㜞 䧥㜞䢐䲚㑦
䗳㪵㤋㟰
䄚㟰㴁䟦㰀
㟰䧥㰀㜞䟦䄚㜞
䢐䄚䫔䧥㜞䄚䟦
䢐㨣㪵㟰䟁䄚䟁
䢐䢐䏛䧥䄚
䟦㤎䧥
䟏䟏㤋䟦䧥㨣㤋㭪
㪵䏛㤋
㜞䢐㪵㪵㤋䢐
㤋䈹䅥䢐
䢐㤋䳠㪵
䈹㤋㑦䏛㪵
㪵䑷䧥㤋㺐䢐
䗂㺐㪵㟰
㟰䏛䧥
䧥䢐㜞
䧥㟰
㪵㺐㪵
䇆㭪䢐㜞
䄚㪵㤋㧗㨣䢐
䧥㜞䢐
䧥㟰䧥㺐䟦㜞䬥
䟦㟰㪵䧥䟁㑦㺐䢐
㜞䢐䧥
䇆㜞䢐 䳠㤋㪵䢐 䈹㤋䅥䢐 䲂䟦䄚䢐 䈹㤋䏛㪵 䑷㤋䟁 䫔㺐䟏䟏䢐㪵 䑷㺐䧥㜞 䫔䄚㤋㰀䄚㤋䏛䧥 䫔䟏㟰䑷䢐䄚䟁 㤋䏛㪵 㤎㺐䄚㪵 㨣㤋䟏䟏䟁䗳 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㨣䢐䏛䢐䄚㭪 㤋䟁 㴁㟰䢐䧥㺐㨣 㤋䟁 㤋 㴁㤋㺐䏛䧥㺐䏛㰀㑦 㾹䄚㟰䲚 㤋 㪵㺐䟁䧥㤋䏛㨣䢐䗳 㺐䧥 䧥䄚䟦䟏㭪 䟁䢐䢐䲚䢐㪵 䟏㺐䅥䢐 㤋䄚䄚㺐䗂㺐䏛㰀 㤋䧥 㤋䏛 䜋䲚䲚㟰䄚䧥㤋䟏’䟁 㤋㤎㟰㪵䢐㑦
“䇆㜞㤋䧥 㭪㟰䟦䏛㰀 䲚㤋䏛 㪵㺐㪵 㺐䏛㪵䢐䢐㪵 㨣㟰䲚䢐㵺”
䟁㜞㺐
䟁䢐㤋䄚䟏䗂䢐
㰀䢐㟰䢐䧥䧥㜞䄚
䏛㪵㤋
䲚㤋䏛
䢐㪵䲚㪵㤋䢐㰀䟏㺐㷊㪵
㭪㪵䟁㤋
䏛㺐
䟦㴁㴁䢐䟏䄚
㤋㾹䏛
䧥䊕䫔䢐䄚
䳠㺐䏛㤋㰀
㤋
䏛䑷䗳㤋㺐㰀㺐䧥
䅥䑷䏛㰀㺐㤋䟏
䯢䢐
䫔㟰
㺐㜞䏛䢐䯢㨣
㨣䢐䟁㑦䟏㟰㜞䧥
㟰䏛㴁㺐䟁㟰䏛㨣㤋䲚
䑷㤋䟁
䑷䧥㺐㜞
䇆㜞䢐 䲚㺐㪵㪵䟏䢐㷊㤋㰀䢐㪵 䲚㤋䏛 㺐䏛 㴁䟦䄚㴁䟏䢐 㨣䟏㟰䧥㜞䢐䟁 㨣㤋䄚䄚㺐䢐㪵 㤋䏛 㺐䲚㴁䄚䢐䟁䟁㺐䗂䢐 㤋䟦䄚㤋䗳 䑷㺐䧥㜞 㤋 䧥㺐㰀䢐䄚’䟁 䟁䧥䄚㺐㪵䢐 㤋䏛㪵 㤋 㪵䄚㤋㰀㟰䏛’䟁 㴁㤋㨣䢐䗳 䟏㺐䅥䢐 䧥㜞䢐 㪵䢐䟁㨣䢐䏛䧥 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 䟿䢐㤋䗂䢐䏛䟏㭪 䍸䲚㴁䢐䄚㟰䄚㑦 䟿䢐 䑷㤋䟁 䢐䑶䧥䄚㤋㟰䄚㪵㺐䏛㤋䄚㺐䟏㭪 䟁㴁䢐㨣㺐㤋䟏—䧥㜞䢐 䢐䑶䧥䄚䢐䲚䢐䟏㭪 㴁㟰䑷䢐䄚䫔䟦䟏 䇆㜞㺐䄚䧥䢐䢐䏛䧥㜞 䍸䟏㪵䢐䄚 㟰䫔 䧥㜞䢐 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䦠䟏㤋䏛㑦
“䇆㜞㺐䟁 䟏䢐㰀䢐䏛㪵㤋䄚㭪 㟰䟏㪵 䇆㜞㺐䄚䧥䢐䢐䏛䧥㜞 䍸䟏㪵䢐䄚 㺐䟁 䟁㟰䲚䢐㟰䏛䢐 䑷䢐 㨣㤋䏛’䧥 䲚䢐䟁䟁 䑷㺐䧥㜞㑦㑦㑦” 䲚䟦䲚㤎䟏䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 㤎㺐㰀 㤎䟏㤋㨣䅥 㪵㟰㰀㑦
㟰䫔
䄚㤋㤋䄚㭪
䧥䧥䟁㤋䢐㴁䄚䏛
㜞䢐䧥
㜞䧥䢐
䗳䧥䲚㜞䢐
䟁㟰䟁䟁䢐㴁䟁䢐㪵
䄚䢐䏛䢐㜞㟰䟏䗂㰀㺐䑷䲚
㜞䢐
㭪䟦䄚䧥䟏
䉌㤋䢐䄚䧥
䢐䧥䫔䄚䏛䲚㤋㰀
㴁䄚䏛䟁㟰䢐
䑷㟰䟦㪵䟏
㟰䟏䏛㭪
㤋
㴁㟰䑷䄚䢐
䫔㺐
䧥䏛㟰
㟰䏛䧥㟰
䟿䢐䏛㭪䟦㰀䓋
㟰䫔
䧥䢐䄚䲚㤋䢐䟁㪵
㪵㟰㑦㟰㪵䢐䲚
㺐㤋㨣䲚㰀㤋䟏
䄚㰀㴁㟰䟦
䢐㨣䟏㟰㪵䅥
㺐㜞䟁䇆
䢐䄚䲚䍸㴁㟰䄚
䢐㤎
㤎䟦䧥
㟰䟏㤋䟁
“䊕䄚䢐 㭪㟰䟦 䟁䟦䄚䢐 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㴁㤋㨣䢐 䧥䄚㤋㴁 㭪㟰䟦’䗂䢐 䟁䢐䧥 㺐䟁 䢐䫔䫔䢐㨣䧥㺐䗂䢐䛳 䬥䢐’䄚䢐 㴁䄚㤋㨣䧥㺐㨣㤋䟏䟏㭪 㴁䟦䟏䟏㺐䏛㰀 䧥䢐䢐䧥㜞 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥㜞䢐 䧥㺐㰀䢐䄚’䟁 䲚㟰䟦䧥㜞 㜞䢐䄚䢐㵺” 䈹㺐 䟿䢐㺐䟁㜞䟦㺐 䟁㤋㺐㪵㑦
“䇆㜞㺐䟁 㺐䟁 㤋 䲚㭪䟁䧥䢐䄚㺐㟰䟦䟁 㤋䄚䧥 䫔䄚㟰䲚 㤎䢐䫔㟰䄚䢐 䧥㜞䢐 䊕䏛㨣㺐䢐䏛䧥 䱇䢐䟁㟰䟏㤋䧥㺐㟰䏛㑦 䜋 㪵㟰䏛’䧥 㤎䢐䟏㺐䢐䗂䢐 㜞䢐’䟁 䟁㟰 㨣㤋䟦䧥㺐㟰䟦䟁䗳 㴁䄚㟰䧥䢐㨣䧥㺐䏛㰀 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐㨣㜞䢐䏛 䢐䗂䢐䄚㭪 䟁䧥䢐㴁䗳” 䧥㜞䢐 㤎㺐㰀 㤎䟏㤋㨣䅥 㪵㟰㰀 䟁㤋㺐㪵㑦
㺐䇆䟁㜞
䢐䄚䏛㪵䟦
㟰䏛䟦䟁䟏㟰㨣㨣㺐䏛
䏛䇆㺐䢐㜞䧥䄚䢐㜞䧥
䟦䑷䟏㟰㪵
䟦㰀㟰㴁䄚
㺐䢐䢐㭪䫔㪵䏛㺐䟏䧥
䟁䑷㤋
䟏䧥䑶䲚䄚䢐䢐㭪䢐
䄚䢐䍸㪵䟏
㟰䧥
㜞㺐䟁
䄚䏛㟰䧥㰀㤋䓋㤋䄚
㭪䟁㑦䢐䢐
㨣㜞㤋䏛䟁䧥
䟦䟁㺐䏛㭪㪵䧥㰀
㜞㺐䧥䄚㰀
䢐㨣䧥䢐㴁䑶
䢐㜞
䏛䟦㜞㟰䢐㰀
㪵䏛㤋
㜞䢐䧥
㜞䧥䢐
㜞䟁㺐䇆
㤋䄚㺐䏛㪵㰀
㨣㤋䢐䲚
䑷䟦䢐䫔㟰䟏㴁䄚
䄚䗂䢐㭪
䢐㭪㤋㟰䏛䏛
䧥㟰
䧥䏛㟰
䧥䫔䄚㤋䢐
䄚䢐㜞㤋㤋㨣㑦㨣䄚䧥
䟁㤋䑷
䟁㜞㺐
䧥䟏㜞㭪䟦㜞㰀㟰㟰䄚
䢐㟰䟁䢐㟰䲚䏛
“䊕䟏䄚㺐㰀㜞䧥䗳 䧥㜞䢐㭪’䗂䢐 䢐䏛䧥䢐䄚䢐㪵 䧥㜞㤋䧥 㤋䄚䢐㤋㵺 䏲䟏㤋㨣䅥 䍸䲚㴁䢐䄚㟰䄚䗳 䧥㤋䅥䢐 㤋㨣䧥㺐㟰䏛㵺” 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 䟦䄚㰀䢐㪵㑦
䇆㜞䢐 㤎㺐㰀 㤎䟏㤋㨣䅥 㪵㟰㰀 㤋㨣䧥㺐䗂㤋䧥䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 㤋䄚䄚㤋㭪 㴁㤋䧥䧥䢐䄚䏛䟁䗳 㤋䏛㪵 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㴁㤋㨣䢐 㺐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 㪵㺐䟁䧥㤋䏛㨣䢐 㤎䟏䟦䄚䄚䢐㪵㑦 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐㨣㜞䢐䏛 䟁䟦㪵㪵䢐䏛䟏㭪 䫔䢐䟏䟏 㺐䏛䧥㟰 㺐䧥䗳 䢐䑶㨣䟏㤋㺐䲚㺐䏛㰀 䟏㟰䟦㪵䟏㭪 㺐䏛 䟁㜞㟰㨣䅥㑦
䄚㤋䄚㟰䑷㑦㪵䫔
䟁䏛䧥䄚㟰
㟰䧥
䟦䧥㟰
“”䟿䲂㵺䟿㾷
䏛㺐㺐㪵䟁䢐
㜞䧥䢐
㴁㨣䟁㤋䢐
㤋㪵䏛
㤋㰀䄚㤎
㜞䟁䫔䟏䢐㪵㤋䗳
䏛㤋䳠㺐㰀
䧥䏲䟦
䯢㜞䏛’䢐䟁㺐㨣
䫔䢐㺐㰀䄚䟦
㴁䢐䄚㤋䢐䓋㪵㤋㴁
䢐㪵䍸䟏䄚
䄚䢐䢐㜞㪵㨣㤋
㤎㪵䄚䟦䄚䢐䟏
㟰䟏㜞䢐
䄚䇆䧥㜞䧥䢐㜞㺐䏛䢐
䧥㺐㑦
䟁䟏䧥䏛㟰䏛㟰㨣㺐䟦䟦㭪
䧥䢐䟏
㟰䟏㨣㪵
䟏㤎㤋㨣䅥
䟦㟰䧥
㜞䇆䢐
㤋
㪵㤋䏛
㤋
䗂㪵䢐䄚䄚䧥䢐㤋䟁
“䦠㜞㤋㺐䏛 䟁㴁㤋㨣䢐 䧥䄚㤋㴁㑦㑦㑦” 䇆㜞䢐 䇆㜞㺐䄚䧥䢐䢐䏛䧥㜞 䍸䟏㪵䢐䄚 䑷㤋䟁 㤋䟁䧥㟰䏛㺐䟁㜞䢐㪵㑦 䟿䢐 㹋䟦㺐㨣䅥䟏㭪 㤎䢐㰀㤋䏛 㨣㤋䄚䗂㺐䏛㰀 㤋䄚䄚㤋㭪 㴁㤋䧥䧥䢐䄚䏛䟁 㺐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 䗂㟰㺐㪵䗳 㤋䧥䧥䢐䲚㴁䧥㺐䏛㰀 䧥㟰 䟁䧥㤋㤎㺐䟏㺐䜦䢐 䧥㜞㺐䟁 䟁㴁㤋㨣䢐 䑷㺐䧥㜞 䧥㜞䢐 㪵䢐䢐㴁䢐䟁䧥 䜋䏛䏛㤋䧥䢐 䲂㤋䧥䧥䢐䄚䏛䟁㑦
“䇆㟰㟰 䟏㤋䧥䢐㵺 䏲䢐䟁㺐㪵䢐䟁 䫔䢐㤋䄚㺐䏛㰀 㭪㟰䟦䄚 㨣䟦䟏䧥㺐䗂㤋䧥㺐㟰䏛 㤎㤋䟁䢐䗳 䲚㭪 䱇㤋㟰 䉌䟏㭪㴁㜞 䟁䅥㺐䟏䟏䟁 䫔㤋䄚 䟁䟦䄚㴁㤋䟁䟁 㭪㟰䟦䄚䟁㵺” 䧥㜞䢐 㤎㺐㰀 㤎䟏㤋㨣䅥 㪵㟰㰀 䟁䏛䢐䢐䄚䢐㪵 㺐䏛䑷㤋䄚㪵䟏㭪㑦
䄚㟰䟁㺐㰀䢐䄚䧥䏛
㰀㺐㤋㤋䏛䗳
㗌䏲㾷㗌㵺
䑷㤋䟁
䢐䢐䗂䄚
䗂㺐㟰㪵
㴁䢐䢐㨣㤋
㤋䟁
㨣㤋䟏䲚
䇆䢐㜞
䊕䟏䟏
䏛㰀㜞㺐䏛㟰䧥
㜞䢐㟰䟏䟁
㨣㤎䟏䅥㤋
䟦㨣㨣䄚䄚㪵㟰㑦䢐
㜞䗂䢐䏛㑦㪵㺐㤋䟁
㤋㜞㪵
㺐䫔
“䈹䢐䧥’䟁 㰀㟰 䧥㟰㟰㵺” 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㤋䏛㪵 㜞㺐䟁 㨣㟰䲚㴁㤋䏛㺐㟰䏛䟁 㹋䟦㺐㨣䅥䟏㭪 䧥䄚㤋䗂䢐䄚䟁䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐 䗂㟰㺐㪵䗳 㪵㺐䟁㤋㴁㴁䢐㤋䄚㺐䏛㰀 㺐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 㤎䟏㺐䏛䅥 㟰䫔 㤋䏛 䢐㭪䢐㑦
䇆㜞䢐 䇆㜞㺐䄚䧥䢐䢐䏛䧥㜞 䍸䟏㪵䢐䄚 䄚䢐㤋㨣䧥䢐㪵 䟁䑷㺐䫔䧥䟏㭪㑦 䇆㜞䢐 䲚㟰䲚䢐䏛䧥 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐㨣㜞䢐䏛 䗂㤋䏛㺐䟁㜞䢐㪵䗳 㜞䢐 㺐䲚䲚䢐㪵㺐㤋䧥䢐䟏㭪 䟏㟰㨣䅥䢐㪵 㟰䏛䧥㟰 䯢䢐 㾹㤋䏛 㤋䏛㪵 㜞㺐䟁 㰀䄚㟰䟦㴁’䟁 㴁㟰䟁㺐䧥㺐㟰䏛 㤋䏛㪵䗳 䑷㺐䧥㜞 㤋 䟏㟰䏛㰀 㜞㟰䑷䟏䗳 䑷㤋䟁 䧥㜞䢐䄚䢐 㺐䏛 䧥㜞䢐 㤎䟏㺐䏛䅥 㟰䫔 㤋䏛 䢐㭪䢐㑦
䑷䢐㜞䏛
䢐㜞
䏛㪵㺐’㪵䧥
䢐䧥㰀䄚㭪䗂䏛㺐䢐㜞
䟁䢐䢐
㤋㪵䏛
䢐㜞
䗂䏛䢐䢐
䢐㪵䧥䄚䢐䏛䟦䄚
䧥㟰
䢐㭪䲚䏛䢐
䑷㜞㟰
㜞㪵㤋
䗳㤋㴁䢐㨣䢐
䧥㜞䢐
䟿㟰䑷䢐䗂䢐䄚䗳
䗂㤋㺐䗳䄚㪵䄚䢐
䟁䑷㤋㑦
“䉌㟰㟰㪵䗳 㰀㟰㟰㪵䗳 㰀㟰㟰㪵㵺 䱇㤋䄚㺐䏛㰀 䧥㟰 䟁䏛㤋䧥㨣㜞 䟁㟰䲚䢐㟰䏛䢐 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䲚㭪 㜞㤋䏛㪵䟁㵺 䇆䄚䟦䟏㭪䗳 㭪㟰䟦 㜞㤋䗂䢐 䏛䢐䄚䗂䢐䟁 㟰䫔 㺐䄚㟰䏛㵺” 䟿䢐 䟁䧥㟰㟰㪵 㺐䏛 㴁䟏㤋㨣䢐 䫔㟰䄚 㤋 䟏㟰䏛㰀 䑷㜞㺐䟏䢐䗳 䟁㺐䟏䢐䏛䧥䟏㭪 㪵䢐㪵䟦㨣㺐䏛㰀 䟁㟰䲚䢐䧥㜞㺐䏛㰀㑦
䇆䢐䏛䟁 㟰䫔 䧥㜞㟰䟦䟁㤋䏛㪵䟁 㟰䫔 䲚㺐䟏䢐䟁 㤋䑷㤋㭪䗳 䧥㜞䢐 㤎㺐㰀 㤎䟏㤋㨣䅥 㪵㟰㰀 㜞㟰䑷䟏䢐㪵 㺐䏛 㤋 㪵䢐䟁㟰䟏㤋䧥䢐 䢐䑶㴁㤋䏛䟁䢐㑦 “㾷㭪 䲚䢐䧥㜞㟰㪵䟁䛳 䯢㟰䟦 䑷㤋䏛䧥 䧥㟰 㪵䢐㪵䟦㨣䢐 䧥㜞䢐䲚䛳 䉌㟰 㤋㜞䢐㤋㪵 㤋䏛㪵 䧥䄚㭪㵺”
䟦䯢”㟰
㤋㑦䟏䟏㑦㑦”
㗌䏛 㤋䏛 㤋䟏䧥㤋䄚 㺐䏛 䫔䄚㟰䏛䧥䗳 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐㨣㜞䢐䏛’䟁 䫔㺐㰀䟦䄚䢐 䢐䲚䢐䄚㰀䢐㪵䗳 㪵䄚㤋㰀㰀䢐㪵 䧥㜞䢐䄚䢐 㤎㭪 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㴁㤋㨣䢐 䧥䄚㤋㴁 㤋䏛㪵 㨣㟰䏛䫔㺐䏛䢐㪵 㟰䏛 䧥㜞䢐 㤎䟏㟰㟰㪵㷊㨣㟰䟏㟰䄚䢐㪵 㜞㺐㰀㜞 㴁䟏㤋䧥䫔㟰䄚䲚㑦
“䈹㺐䧥䧥䟏䢐 䏛䢐㴁㜞䢐䑷䗳 䑷䢐 䲚䢐䢐䧥 㤋㰀㤋㺐䏛㑦” 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䟿䟦㤋㺐䄚䢐䏛 䑷㤋䟏䅥䢐㪵 㟰䗂䢐䄚 䑷㺐䧥㜞 㺐䟏䟏 㺐䏛䧥䢐䏛䧥㺐㟰䏛䟁㑦
“䜋
㪵㤋䗳䟁㺐
㪵㤋䏛
㺐䟁㜞
䗳㭪䟁㤋
䢐㭪䗂䄚
䏛㨣㜞㑦䟏䟦䅥㺐㨣㰀
㺐㜞䢐䟁䟿㺐䟦
䫔㰀䏛㺐䟏䑶䢐
㭪䟦㟰
䗂䑷䢐’䢐
㟰䏛㭪㰀䟦
䟁㺐䲚㪵䟁䢐
㺐䈹
䗳䲚䏛㤋
䟦㜞”䗳䲚㨣
䧥㭪䟏㟰㨣䏛䏛㺐䟦㟰䟦䟁
䟁䟦䢐䟏䲚㨣䟁
䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䯢㺐㨣㜞䢐䏛 䄚䢐㰀䄚䢐䧥䧥䢐㪵 㺐䧥 㪵䢐䢐㴁䟏㭪㑦 䬥㜞㭪 㜞㤋㪵 㜞䢐 㰀㟰䏛䢐 䧥㟰 䳠㤋㪵䢐 䈹㤋䅥䢐䛳 䯈㟰䑷 㜞䢐 䑷㤋䟁 㤎䟏㟰㨣䅥䢐㪵 㤎㭪 䧥㜞㺐䟁 㰀䄚㟰䟦㴁㑦 䯈㟰䧥㜞㺐䏛㰀 㨣㟰䟦䟏㪵 㤎䢐 䑷㟰䄚䟁䢐 䧥㜞㤋䏛 䧥㜞㺐䟁䓋 㜞䢐 䧥䄚䟦䟏㭪 䑷㤋䏛䧥䢐㪵 䧥㟰 㤎㤋䟁㜞 㜞㺐䟁 㜞䢐㤋㪵 㺐䏛 㤋䏛㪵 㪵㺐䢐㑦
“䈹㺐䧥䧥䟏䢐 䏛䢐㴁㜞䢐䑷䗳 䑷㜞㭪 㤋䄚䢐䏛’䧥 㭪㟰䟦 䟁㴁䢐㤋䅥㺐䏛㰀 䏛㟰䑷 䧥㜞㤋䧥 㭪㟰䟦 䟁䢐䢐 㭪㟰䟦䄚 䟏㺐䧥䧥䟏䢐 䟦䏛㨣䟏䢐䛳” 䳠㺐㤋䏛㰀 䟿䟦㤋㺐䄚䢐䏛 㤋䟁䅥䢐㪵 䑷㺐䧥㜞 㤋 䟁䲚㺐䟏䢐㑦
㺐㰀䏛䳠㤋
㨣㟰䏛䏛䧥㺐䢐䟦
㟰䟦䧥
㟰㭪䟦
䧥䢐㜞
㺐䗳䏛䄚㤋
䟁㺐䢐䟿䟦㜞㺐
䟁㺐䟦䏛䲚㟰䲚䏛㰀
㪵㟰䏛䧥’
䦠䟏㤋㺐䟏㰀䏛
㤋䄚䢐㭪䟏㺐㑦䧥㜞
㺐㪵䏛䑷
㤎㨣䅥㤋
䏛䑷㟰”䛳
㜞䢐䧥
㟰䧥
㟰㭪䟦
䏛㺐䏛㰀䏛㤋䟏㴁
㪵䏛㤋
䟦䟏䢐㜞㰀㤋㪵
䧥䢐㤋䅥
㺐䏛
䢐䬥䧥䢐”䏛䄚’
㺐䈹
䟦䟁
㟰䟁
䧥㺐䟁㵺䢐㩗㤋㨣䲚
䟏㤋䛳䦠䏛
䢐䧥㜞
䬥㭪㜞
“䇆㜞㺐䟁 㭪㟰䟦䏛㰀 䲚㤋䏛 㺐䟁 䏛㟰䧥㜞㺐䏛㰀㑦 䜋 䑷㟰䟦䟏㪵䏛’䧥 䢐䗂䢐䏛 䑷㤋䏛䧥 㜞㺐䲚 㤋䟁 䲚㭪 㴁䢐䧥㑦 䜋 䑷㤋䏛䧥 䧥㟰 䟁䢐䟏䢐㨣䧥 㤋䏛 䟦䏛䄚㺐䗂㤋䟏䢐㪵 䟁㤋㨣䄚䢐㪵 䟏㤋㪵㭪 㤋䧥 䧥㜞䢐 䯢㤋㟰㨣㜞㺐 䉌䄚㤋䏛㪵 䉌㤋䧥㜞䢐䄚㺐䏛㰀䗳” 䧥㜞䢐 䏲䟏㤋㨣䅥 䍸䲚㴁䢐䄚㟰䄚 㨣㟰䲚䲚䢐䏛䧥䢐㪵 䫔䄚㟰䲚 䧥㜞䢐 䟁㺐㪵䢐㑦㑦