Read Novel Full Chapter 1172: Chapter 13: Soul as the Gun, Life as the Bullet—Death When Spent
Chapter 1172: Chapter 13: Soul as the Gun, Life as the Bullet—Death When Spent
This is a very strange feeling… when Luo Qiu faces this new customer.
He was sober and clearly aware that he might not be suitable to face customers these days—but he almost regained his former state in an instant—or rather, was granted his former state.
Because he was sober and clear, Luo Qiu did not feel any awkwardness because of this, instead, he felt it was only natural—so, he considered this a strange feeling, not an awkward one.
The degree of assimilation with the club far exceeded his estimation of himself… Looking at the customer in front, an emerging sense of comfort gradually made him feel that this was his ultimate belonging.
In an instant, the change in the boss did not escape Da Zhe.
The Black soul envoy is almost equivalent to the boss’s property, and the envoy’s perception of the boss is naturally very strong… Da Zhe is like this, there’s no need to mention the maid.
Da Zhe saw that since last night until now, there was a sudden beautiful smile on the maid’s face.
Suddenly, Da Zhe furrowed his brows… Frowning, perhaps just an instinct, he himself couldn’t explain for sure, exactly why.
…
The new customer didn’t panic like some regulars—this new guest was calm and composed, his demeanor was easygoing, making one immediately think he was a regular, or maybe he had some superordinary power.
But in fact, the new customer was just an ordinary person, without a hint of extraordinary power, and definitely not a regular… His temperament was simply quite cold.
Gray eyes.
Boss Luo looked into the other’s eyes, whose pupils were the typical black, but the boss thought of gray… It’s like squeezing a large amount of white paint onto black, forcibly blending into grayish-white.
The new customer, after hearing the maid’s explanation of the club’s buying rules, fell into silence—from the beginning to the silence, the new customer only asked three questions.
—”Where is this.”
—”Why am I here.”
—”Who are you.”
…
“Mr. Chen Mingming, is there anything else you are unclear about?” The boss was the first to speak—the new customer’s name was Chen Mingming.
But he didn’t introduce himself, the boss directly called out his name.
He… Chen Mingming just glanced unexpectedly. He relaxed himself and only now started to scrutinize everything around him.
On the display shelves, various oddities, behind the counter not far away, a rich variety of wines, and a vintage gramophone and wall clock in the corner.
“Do you know why the name ‘Mingming’?” He suddenly glanced at the boss, expressionless, lips slightly moving, as if splitting his face into a static upper part and a dynamic lower part of a composite picture.
Luo Qiu slightly shook his head… because he knew Chen Mingming might want to say it out loud himself.
“When they gave me this name, they wanted me to be clear and straightforward.” Chen Mingming raised his hands and placed them on the table, “Living clearly and straightforwardly, doing things clearly and straightforwardly, living also needs clarity.”
“They?” the boss suddenly asked.
“Besides them, who else has the authority to name a child?” Chen Mingming said indifferently.
Boss Luo nodded… returning to the main topic, Boss Luo smiled faintly and said, “Well then, customer, you’ve already learned the rules. Have you decided what you want to buy?”
“A gun, give me a gun.” Chen Mingming seemed clear on what he wanted, “A gun that can kill anyone.”
His request moved Da Zhe—however, in this transaction, the Black soul envoy had no speaking rights… because it’s not a task of finding a master, and the master has already reached the boss, which is the final step.
Boss Luo suddenly changed his sitting posture, clasping his hands on his lap, looking at the neckline of Chen Mingming’s clothes… a small exposed tattoo pattern was visible here.
But the exposed part was so small that it was normally very difficult to know what the complete pattern was.
“Mr. Chen, is there someone you wish to kill?” The boss asked softly after quite a while.
Chen Mingming shook his head, his gaze still gray-white, “No, just thinking that if there are times, it’s good to have such means at hand.”
Boss Luo nodded, “Mr. Chen, everything is for sale here, but there’s a prerequisite. We need something of at least equal value. For us, Mr. Chen’s own abilities, considering all aspects, you are within the realm of ordinary people. However, as you can see, the existence of this place implies extraordinary existence… A gun that can kill anyone, we can provide, but Mr. Chen cannot afford the price of this gun.”
“That makes sense.” Chen Mingming was not disappointed, instead, he felt it was quite reasonable, nodding as if, “Then how about this, a gun that can kill anyone whom I have the ability to kill.”
“Theoretically, ordinary people can also kill extraordinary people under certain circumstances.” Boss Luo smiled slightly, “Isn’t Mr. Chen’s definition a bit too broad?”
Chen Mingming was silent for a moment, just about to speak again.
But Boss Luo suddenly said, “Mr. Chen, I can recommend a gun that should meet your needs…”
While talking, the boss opened his palm, and from the grip, a silver handgun began to manifest bit by bit… Silver was just its luster during formation; once completely formed, it became dull and colorless.
Boss Luo placed the silver handgun on the table and slowly said, “This gun is not yet completed; it needs your soul to be injected to be considered complete. Furthermore, it cannot use ordinary bullets; it can only use bullets made from Mr. Chen’s own life.”
“Using my life as bullets?” Chen Mingming seemed slightly moved.
Boss Luo said indifferently, “We know if you truly want to kill someone—I’m talking about when individual force is not significantly different—as long as you put effort and time into it, you will always find an opportunity—time can kill people. Would Mr. Chen argue against this statement?”
Chen Mingming slightly shook his head.
“Then, use your time as bullets to kill those whom you said you have the ability to kill.”
“How do I determine how much time my bullets will need?”
“When you need to use bullets, this gun will naturally inform you.”
“How is it sold?”
“When Mr. Chen can no longer inject bullets into this gun, we will reclaim the gun… simultaneously, reclaim your soul, what do you think?”
“Out of bullets and dead?”
Boss Luo smiled slightly, “In theory, as long as Mr. Chen never fires the first bullet, your life will only naturally come to an end.”
For a long time, in the boss’s gaze, under the maid’s observation, Chen Mingming slowly picked up the silver handgun on the table.
Until he left Luo Qiu’s presence, Chen Mingming did not say another word.
At this moment, Da Zhe frowned, walked up to Luo Qiu’s side, and couldn’t help but say, “Boss, this guy… seems quite dangerous. Aren’t you afraid he’ll cause trouble after giving him this gun?”
“Whatever the guest wants to buy, we sell,” Luo Qiu said calmly, “Isn’t that how it always is?”
Da Zhe opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, only nodding and slowly retreating—since Luo Qiu, as the master, felt there was no problem, he naturally had no position to refute him as Boss Luo.
The master’s will cannot be violated… That was already imprinted deeply when becoming a Black Soul.
You Ye began to tidy up the table, “Master, you came back earlier and wanted to do something?”
Luo Qiu shook his head, “I was planning to visit the altar, but suddenly, I don’t feel like going… Hmm, I’ve suddenly started craving the dinner you make.”
“I’ll prepare it right away.”
The maid smiled and left, her steps seeming cheerful.
…
…
The car slowly drove into the parking lot of the community area. After parking the car, Zhou Yusheng did not get out immediately but sat alone inside the vehicle.
He adjusted the seat back and lay there in the driver’s seat, closing his eyes… The engine remained running.
After about half an hour, Zhou Yusheng finally got out of the car.
Suddenly, he remembered Officer Ma’s words and began sniffing his clothes… They indeed had a rather unpleasant smell—how long has it been since he took a shower?
“Officer Zhou, you’re back?”
In the underground garage, a middle-aged man just came out of the elevator, seemingly about to drive out, likely a neighbor of Zhou Yusheng, otherwise, he wouldn’t greet him enthusiastically.
“Hmm.” Zhou Yusheng nodded.
Even though he remembered the neighbor’s name, his appearance, and some past conversations… Zhou Yusheng still felt uneasy facing the enthusiasm of the greeting.
He quickly got out of the neighbor’s small talk and hurriedly returned home, opening the door.
“I’m back…”
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, closed the door, and casually tossed the keys around the entrance area cabinet, not bothering to change his shoes, and walked straight to the living room, then sat on the sofa.
Perhaps it was because he had not returned for such a long time… The moment he sat down, the fabric sofa instantly kicked up some dust.
He casually turned on the TV, just in time for the evening news segment.
“Now breaking for a special news report. This morning, in a self-built house on a section of Longhua Road in our city, a horrifying murder case occurred…”
Zhou Yusheng didn’t continue listening, casually turning off the TV.
Suddenly, he thought that the goldfish at home hadn’t been fed and the water hadn’t been changed for quite a while—Zhou Yusheng quickly stood up, walked to the fish tank, and found that the Silver Dragon Fish, once well-kept, had already turned belly-up and floated to the surface.
Zhou Yusheng hurriedly reached to scoop out the dead fish’s body, but when he put his hand into the water, he remembered he hadn’t rolled up his sleeve; he had to withdraw his hand again.
However, the shirt sleeve’s button wasn’t as easy to open as usual. Zhou Yusheng struggled for a while but still couldn’t open it—he suddenly gave up, resting his hands on the edge of the fish tank, his wrists submerged in the water.
Suddenly, Zhou Yusheng knocked the fish tank over onto the floor.
The glass shattered, the tank’s water spilled on the ground, soaking his body… The Silver Dragon Fish didn’t move at all because of this; they just lay there motionless on the floor.
Zhou Yusheng squatted down abruptly on the ground, just looking… looking… looking. After watching for some time, he suddenly stood up again, quickly fetched the cleaning tools, and swept away the broken glass and dead fish.
Then he dried the water stains on the floor, looked at the seemingly worse indoor environment, casually tossed the mop… Just like that, he stood in place, watching the wall clock in the living room inch forward.
After a while, Zhou Yusheng gently knocked his forehead, then wiped his face, turned around, walked to the door, grabbed the keys, and went out, heading straight to the garage, driving out.
…
Later, the place Zhou Yusheng went to was a relatively upscale residential area.
He parked his car in front of a two-story villa near the community’s man-made lake and pressed the doorbell. Soon, the gate opened, and a gentle-looking man came out.
The man, seeing Zhou Yusheng arrive, seemed a bit surprised, saying, “Yusheng?”
Looking at the man in front of him, Zhou Yusheng sighed, “Captain Gao, can I come in and sit for a while… I… have a headache.”
Captain Gao… Gao Wen opened his mouth, then nodded, “Come on in.”
Gao Wen led Zhou Yusheng to the study and had him sit on a lounger, then brought over a chair for himself, sitting beside Zhou Yusheng.
“Yusheng, haven’t you been free of headaches the past few months? Why suddenly now?” Gao Wen asked with a frown.
Reclining, Zhou Yusheng lightly knocked his forehead with his fist, “I don’t know either… Captain Gao, could you give me some more of the medicine you prescribed for me last time?”
Gao Wen said, “It’s just ordinary sleeping pills. I only suggested you rest more; it’s not really a cure for headaches… Are you having nightmares again?”
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, “No.”
Gao Wen replied, “I think you’re just too tired. When I saw you this morning, you looked ready to collapse. Yusheng, you don’t need medicines or my treatment; you just need rest.”
But Zhou Yusheng smiled wryly, “Today, I almost got into an argument with Officer Ma; he told me to go home and rest… Go home? For most, home means rest; for me, it’s suffering… It’s pointless.”
Gao Wen patted Zhou Yusheng’s shoulder, “I’m not recommending you continue with the pills, but a bit of wine might help. Drinking some red wine aids sleep. I just received a good bottle of red wine these days, and with my wife away, I’m free—care for a few glasses with me?”
“Sure.” Zhou Yusheng’s tense face relaxed a bit.
Watching Gao Wen start uncorking wine in the study’s mini-bar, Zhou Yusheng suddenly asked, “By the way, how has Mingming been lately?”
“If you’re concerned about your son, why not see him yourself?” Gao Wen shook his head, “I’m just his teacher, not his parent.”
Zhou Yusheng shook his head, “Forget the red, how about some white wine instead…”
䅱㖠㖠㹀
擄
盧
㖠䵣䳞㶽
老
㚴㹀㓲䓩䓩
盧
㓲㖠㜀㲕
蘆
䅱䕦㖠㹀
㖠䜑
㖠㻩㓲㲦㖠㓲䜑䜑㜀
盧
䜄䅱㢿䵣㢿㢿㲕
䜑㓲䠲㦊䵣䶣㖠䜄
㲕㖠䵣䜑䳞䵣㚴
老
䕦㪘㚴䏸䕦㹀㦊䠲㪘
䓩㜇䕦
䜄㚴䓩㜀䅱㖠䅱㖠
㖠䜑
㜀䜑㓲䜑㖠㖠㓲㻩
䵣䓩䜑䀻
櫓
䜑㪘㲕
䜑䠲㗔㖠
㓲㹀㣻㖠䜄㖠㜀㢿
䜑㜀䜑㻩㓲㓲㖠㖠
䏸䓩㲦
櫓
㪘㶽䠲㜀
䜑㚴䠧㪘
䕦䜑㖠
㪘䕦
䅱䵣
蘆
䕦䠲㚴䳞’㓲
䓩㖠䶜㚴䜑䠲㦊
䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲 䳞㓲㚴䠲’䕦 䜑㖠䜄㖠㲦 㜇䓩䕦 䜑㖠 䜑㓲㜀 㹀㖠䅱䕦 㓲 䠲䵣䕦㖠㢿
“䲝 䳞㖠䠲䕦 䕦䵣 㚴㻩䜑䵣䵣㹀㲦 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠’㚴 㜇䜄㖠㓲㶽䅱㓲㚴䕦 㜀䵣䳞䠲㚴䕦㓲㪘䜄㚴㲦 䜑㖠㹀䏸 㓛䵣䓩䜄㚴㖠㹀䅱㢿 䣂㹀㚴䵣㲦 䲝 䏸䜄㖠䏸㓲䜄㖠㜀 㚴䵣㲕㖠 㻩㹀䵣䕦䜑㖠㚴 䅱䵣䜄 㓛䵣䓩 䕦䵣 㻩䜑㓲䠲㦊㖠 㪘䠲䕦䵣䮽 䕦㓲㶽㖠 㓲 㚴䜑䵣䳞㖠䜄 䳞䜑㖠䠲 㓛䵣䓩 䜑㓲䶣㖠 䕦㪘㲕㖠㲦 㓛䵣䓩 㜀䵣 㚴㲕㖠㹀㹀 㓲 㜇㪘䕦 㜇㓲㜀㢿 䢻㖠㲕㖠㲕㜇㖠䜄 䕦䵣 㹀䵣㻩㶽 䕦䜑㖠 㜀䵣䵣䜄 䳞䜑㖠䠲 㓛䵣䓩 㦊䵣 䵣䓩䕦㢿 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲㢿”
䓩䜑䀻䵣
䠲䓩䜑㦊䶜㚴㖠
㚴㜀㲕㪘㹀㖠
䠲䵣㻩䓩㓛㚴㻩㹀㚴㜇䵣䓩㪘㚴㢿
㒒㖠䜄䜑㓲䏸㚴 㜀䓩㖠 䕦䵣 㚴㹀㖠㖠䏸㪘䠲㦊 㲕䵣䜄㖠㲦 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䅱㖠㹀䕦 䕦䜑㓲䕦 䜑㖠 䳞㓲㚴 㪘䠲 㜇㖠䕦䕦㖠䜄 㚴䜑㓲䏸㖠 䠲䵣䳞㢿
䫯㖠 㹀䵣䵣㶽㖠㜀 㓲䜄䵣䓩䠲㜀 㓲䠲㜀 䜑㖠㚴㪘䕦㓲䕦㖠㜀 䅱䵣䜄 㓲 㲕䵣㲕㖠䠲䕦 㜇㖠䅱䵣䜄㖠 㚴䕦㓲䜄䕦㪘䠲㦊 䕦䵣 㚴㖠㓲䜄㻩䜑 䅱䵣䜄 㚴䵣㲕㖠䕦䜑㪘䠲㦊 㪘䠲 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲’㚴 㚴䕦䓩㜀㓛—㚴䵣䵣䠲㲦 䜑㖠 䅱䵣䓩䠲㜀 㓲 㚴㲕㓲㹀㹀 㜇䵣䕦䕦㹀㖠 㪘䠲 㓲 㜀䜄㓲䳞㖠䜄 䵣䅱 㓲 㜇䵣䵣㶽㚴䜑㖠㹀䅱㢿
㲕䜑㖠䕦
䕦䵣㖠㜇㹀䕦
㓲䕦㖠䜄䅱
㪘䠲䵣䕦
䵣㚴㖠㲕
㹀㦊㓲䜄䠲䵣㪘㪘
䕦㖠㹀㜇䵣䕦
䠲㪘
䵣䏸䜄䓩
䓩䅱㜀䕦㖠㚴䅱
䓩䵣䕦
㚴㲕㓲㹀㹀
㓲㜇㻩㶽
㪘䠲䜑㪘㦊䠲㶽䕦
䵣䕦
㹀㚴㹀䏸㲦㪘
㜇䓩䕦
䕦㖠㚴䓩㪘㚴㲦
䜑䕦㖠
㖠䜑䕦
䓩㦊㖠䠲䶜䜑㚴
䕦㪘㚴
㲕㖠䵣䕦㲕䠲㲦
䀻䓩䜑䵣
䕦㖠㚴㲦䵣㹀㻩䜑
䜑䕦㖠
䕦㖠㹀㜇䵣䕦
㪘䠲
䵣䜄䅱
䏸䓩㦊䠲䕦㪘䕦
㖠䠲䵣䏸
䜑㖠
㓲
䳞䜄䏸䏸㪘㦊䠲㓲
㚴㪘䜑
㖠㜀㜀㖠㜀㻩㪘
㖠㓲㹀㻩䏸㢿
䅱㖠䜄䵣㜇㖠
㜀㓲䠲
䫯㖠 䳞㖠䠲䕦 㜀䵣䳞䠲㚴䕦㓲㪘䜄㚴㲦 䕦䵣䵣㶽 㓲 㚴䜑䵣䳞㖠䜄㲦 㓲䕦㖠 㓲 㹀㪘䕦䕦㹀㖠㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䕦䜑㖠䠲 㹀㖠䅱䕦㢿
㚌䜄䵣㲕 䜑㖠䜄㖠㲦 䜑㖠 㜀䜄䵣䶣㖠 㚴䕦䜄㓲㪘㦊䜑䕦 䕦䵣 䕦䜑㖠 㜀㖠䏸㓲䜄䕦㲕㖠䠲䕦㢿㢿㢿 䫯䵣㲕㖠㲦 䠲㓲䕦䓩䜄㓲㹀㹀㓛㲦 㜀㪘㜀䠲’䕦 㚴㖠㖠㲕 䠲㖠㻩㖠㚴㚴㓲䜄㓛 䕦䵣 䜄㖠䕦䓩䜄䠲 䕦䵣㢿
㢿㢿㢿
㢿㢿㢿
䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲’㚴 㻩㹀㓲㚴㚴 䳞㓲㚴 㚴䕦㪘㹀㹀 䕦䜑㖠 䵣䠲㖠 䳞㪘䕦䜑 䕦䜑㖠 㲕䵣㚴䕦 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦㚴—㪘䠲 㓲 䜄㖠㹀㓲䕦㪘䶣㖠㹀㓛 㚴㖠䜄㪘䵣䓩㚴 䏸㹀㓲㻩㖠 㹀㪘㶽㖠 䕦䜑㖠 䣛䠲㪘䶣㖠䜄㚴㪘䕦㓛 䵣䅱 㒒䵣㹀㪘䕦㪘㻩㓲㹀 䁄㻩㪘㖠䠲㻩㖠 㓲䠲㜀 䇜㓲䳞㲦 䅱㖠䳞 䏸㖠䵣䏸㹀㖠 䜑㓲䶣㖠 㚴䓩㻩䜑 㓲 㚴䕦㓲䜄㥯㹀㪘㶽㖠 㖠䅱䅱㖠㻩䕦㢿
䠲㓲㜀
㖠㚴㻩㚴㓲
䕦㖠䜑
䁄䒰㓲㲦㜀䓩
㪘䜄㲕㪘㹀㓲㓲䅱
㚴㖠䵣㹀㲦㜀䶣
㖠㓲䠧䜑㖠㻩䜄
㓲䵣䐞
㓲䳞㚴
㖠㜇
䏸䕦㓲㢿㚴
‘㖠䠲㚴㗔
㖠䜑䕦
䜑㖠
㓲䐞䵣
䜑㖠
㓲㓛䲝䠲㪘㲦㹀㹀䕦㪘
㓲㹀䜄㖠㜀㖠
㜀䓩䕦㖠䕦㚴㚴䠲
㖠㜀㚴䓩
㜀㓲䜑
䜄㓲㖠㖠㜀㖠䶣㹀
㓲㜇䓩䕦䵣
㜀䕦㪘’㜀䠲
㖠㗔䠲
㹀㓲㪘㲕䠲䜄㪘䳼
䕦䜑㖠
䵣䕦
䵣䕦
䵣䅱
䕦䜑㓲䕦
㓲㲕㜀㖠㲦
䳞䠲䵣㶽
䕦㪘
䓩㢿㜀㖠㚴䕦䠲㚴䕦
䜑㖠䕦
䓩㜀㓲䜄㹀㹀㓛㓲㦊
㚴㓲䠲䜑㖠㻩㖠㲕䕦㪘䶣㖠
䁄㖠䵣㻩䠲㜀
㓲䇜䜄㲦㖠䕦
䕦㖠䜑
䵣㹀㪘㻩㒒㖠
㖠㜇㻩㲕㓲㖠
㪘’㻩䕦㚴㓛
䕦㓲㖠㲕
䣂 㲕㓲䠲 䳞㪘䕦䜑 䜑㪘㦊䜑 㶽䠲䵣䳞㹀㖠㜀㦊㖠 㓲䠲㜀 䏸㹀㖠䠲䕦㓛 䵣䅱 㖠㣻䏸㖠䜄㪘㖠䠲㻩㖠㲦 䠲䵣䕦 䬃䓩㚴䕦 䕦䜑㖠䵣䜄㪘㖠㚴 㜇䓩䕦 㓲㹀㚴䵣 㻩䜑㓲䜄㲕㪘䠲㦊㲦 㪘䕦 䳞㓲㚴 㖠㓲㚴㓛 㖠䠲䵣䓩㦊䜑 䕦䵣 㚴䕦㪘䜄 䕦䜑㖠 䅱㖠㖠㹀㪘䠲㦊㚴 䵣䅱 䕦䜑㖠 㓛䵣䓩䠲㦊 䅱㖠㲕㓲㹀㖠 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦㚴—䕦䜑䵣䓩㦊䜑 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲 䳞㓲㚴 䜑䵣䠲㖠㚴䕦㹀㓛 㲕㓲䜄䜄㪘㖠㜀 㓲䠲㜀 䠲㖠䶣㖠䜄 䜑㓲㜀 㓲䠲㓛 䠲㖠㦊㓲䕦㪘䶣㖠 䠲㖠䳞㚴㢿
䣂䕦䕦㖠䠲㜀㪘䠲㦊 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲’㚴 㻩㹀㓲㚴㚴㲦 䵣䠲㖠 㻩䵣䓩㹀㜀 䜑㖠㓲䜄 㲕㓲䠲㓛 䏸䜄㓲㻩䕦㪘㻩㓲㹀 㻩㓲㚴㖠㚴㲦 㲕䵣㚴䕦 䵣䅱 䳞䜑㪘㻩䜑 䳞㖠䜄㖠 㪘䠲䶣㖠㚴䕦㪘㦊㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲㚴 䜑㖠 䜑㓲䠲㜀㹀㖠㜀 㜇㖠䅱䵣䜄㖠㢿
䓩䕦㜇
㻩䠲䵣’䕦㜀䓩㹀
㲦㹀㻩㚴㚴㓲
㹀㪘㖠㖠㚴䕦䠲㜀
㖠㗔䠲
䲝䠲
䏸㲕㹀㖠㹀䕦䵣㓛㖠㻩
䕦㓲䶣㓛㹀䕦㖠䠲㖠䕦㪘㲦
㓲䵣䐞
䜑㖠䕦
㻩㖠䵣䠲㓲㢿䕦䠲䜄㻩䕦㖠
䕦㚴䓩㖠䠲㚴㜀䕦
䫯㖠 㚴㓲䳞 䕦䜑㖠 㲕㓲㹀㖠 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦 䳞䜑䵣 㚴䕦㓲㓛㖠㜀 㹀㓲䕦㖠 㓛㖠㚴䕦㖠䜄㜀㓲㓛 䕦䵣 㓲㚴㶽 䜑㪘㲕 䒰䓩㖠㚴䕦㪘䵣䠲㚴—㚴㪘䕦䕦㪘䠲㦊 㓲㹀䵣䠲㖠 㓲䕦 䕦䜑㖠 㜇㓲㻩㶽 䵣䅱 䕦䜑㖠 㻩㹀㓲㚴㚴䜄䵣䵣㲕㲦 䜑㪘㚴 䅱㓲㻩㖠 㻩㓲㹀㲕㢿
䠧䜑㪘㚴 㲕㓲㜀㖠 㪘䕦 㜀㪘䅱䅱㪘㻩䓩㹀䕦 䅱䵣䜄 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲 䕦䵣 䅱䓩㹀㹀㓛 䅱䵣㻩䓩㚴㢿
䵣㦊㚴䠲䜄䕦
䜑䕦㖠
㹀㹀㖠㜇
㓲㚴
㚴㪘䜑
䵣䅱䜄
䠧䜑㖠
㓲䕦
䏸㓲䜄䵣䅱㪘䵣䠲㹀㖠㚴㚴
㹀㓲䠲䏸㖠㜀䠲
㚴㶽㲦㹀㹀㪘㚴
䶣㢿㢿㖠㹀㹀㢿㖠
㦊㓲㖠㓲㲕䠲㜀
㓲䜄㦊䠲
䵣䕦
㹀㻩㓲㚴㚴
㓲䵣䐞
䶣㖠㖠㜀䜄㪘㹀
㜇㓲㓲㖠㻩㹀㻩䏸㖠䕦
㓲㢿㹀㚴㚴㻩
䅱䵣
䫯䶣㲦㖠䜄䳞㖠䵣
㗔㖠䠲
䠲㓲
㪘䜑䳞䕦
䠲㖠㜀
䕦䜑㖠
䣂㚴 䓩㚴䓩㓲㹀㲦 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦㚴 䒰䓩㪘㻩㶽㹀㓛 㹀㖠䅱䕦㲦 㓲䠲㜀 㲕㓲䠲㓛 㻩䜄䵣䳞㜀㖠㜀 䅱䵣䜄䳞㓲䜄㜀㢿㢿㢿 䣂㲕䵣䠲㦊 䕦䜑㖠 㻩䜄䵣䳞㜀㲦 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲 㹀䵣䵣㶽㖠㜀 䕦䵣 䕦䜑㖠 㜇㓲㻩㶽 䵣䅱 䕦䜑㖠 㻩㹀㓲㚴㚴䜄䵣䵣㲕—䕦䜑㖠 䒰䓩㪘㖠䕦 㲕㓲㹀㖠 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦 䳞㓲㚴 㓲㹀䜄㖠㓲㜀㓛 䵣䓩䕦 䵣䅱 㚴㪘㦊䜑䕦㢿
“䠧㖠㓲㻩䜑㖠䜄 䐞㓲䵣㲦 䳞䜑㓲䕦 㓲䜄㖠 㓛䵣䓩 㹀䵣䵣㶽㪘䠲㦊 㓲䕦䛦” 䠧䜑㖠 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦㚴 㓲㚴㶽㖠㜀 㻩䓩䜄㪘䵣䓩㚴㹀㓛㲦 䠲䵣䕦㪘㻩㪘䠲㦊 䠧㖠㓲㻩䜑㖠䜄 䐞㓲䵣 㚴㖠㖠㲕㖠㜀 㓲㜇㚴㖠䠲䕦㥯㲕㪘䠲㜀㖠㜀㲦 㓲䠲 䓩䠲䓩㚴䓩㓲㹀 䵣㻩㻩䓩䜄䜄㖠䠲㻩㖠㢿
䠲㖠䜑䕦
㖠㗔䠲
䕦㖠㚴䠲㜀䓩䕦
䕦䜑㖠
㜀䵣
㖠䜑䕦
㓲䵣䐞
㪘䳞䠲䵣㜀㲦䳞
䠲䵣䏸㖠䜄㜀㜀㖠
䜑䳞䜑㻩㪘
“䜄䜄㲦㓲䖩㹀㪘㖠
㜇㓛
䕦䜑㖠
䛦䵣䕦”
䵣䅱
䠲㲕㲦䵣㲕㖠䕦
䵣䅱䜄
䓩䠲㹀㓛㚴㜀㖠㜀
䕦䕦㪘䠲㪘㚴㦊
㓲㚴㻩㚴㹀
䓩㓛䵣
㶽䠲䵣䳞
㹀㜇䵣㖠䠲㦊㚴
㓲㶽㜀㖠㲦㚴
㓛㓲䠲
㖠㲕㹀㓲
㶽㻩㓲㜇
䜑㖠
㓲䕦
“䖩㓲䜄㹀㪘㖠䜄䛦” 䠧䜑㖠 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦㚴 䳞㖠䜄㖠 㚴䓩㜀㜀㖠䠲㹀㓛 㚴䕦䓩䠲䠲㖠㜀㲦 㚴㖠㖠㲕㪘䠲㦊㹀㓛 䏸㹀䓩䠲㦊㖠㜀 㪘䠲䕦䵣 䕦䜑䵣䓩㦊䜑䕦㢿
㚌㪘䠲㓲㹀㹀㓛㲦 㓲 䅱㖠㲕㓲㹀㖠 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦 㚴㹀䵣䳞㹀㓛 㚴㓲㪘㜀㲦 “䠧㖠㓲㻩䜑㖠䜄 䐞㓲䵣㲦 䲝 䜄㖠㲕㖠㲕㜇㖠䜄 䠲䵣 䵣䠲㖠 䳞㓲㚴 㚴㪘䕦䕦㪘䠲㦊 㪘䠲 䕦䜑㓲䕦 㚴䏸䵣䕦 㖠㓲䜄㹀㪘㖠䜄㲦 䜄㪘㦊䜑䕦䛦”
㖠㓲䠲䕦㶽
䵣䛦”䠲㖠
㖠䠲㗔
“䏇䵣
䵣䐞㓲
㓲䳞㚴
㓲㻩㢿㜇㓲㶽
“䶜㖠㚴㲦 㹀㪘㶽㖠㹀㓛 䠲䵣 䵣䠲㖠㲦 䜑䵣䠲㖠㚴䕦㹀㓛㢿” 䣂䠲䵣䕦䜑㖠䜄 㦊㪘䜄㹀 䜄㖠䏸㹀㪘㖠㜀 㓲䅱䅱㪘䜄㲕㓲䕦㪘䶣㖠㹀㓛㢿
“䣲䜑㢿㢿㢿” 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲 䠲䵣㜀㜀㖠㜀㲦 “㲕㓲㓛㜇㖠 䲝 䳞㓲㚴 㲕㪘㚴䕦㓲㶽㖠䠲㢿 䳼㹀㓲㚴㚴 㪘㚴 䵣䶣㖠䜄㲦 㖠䶣㖠䜄㓛䵣䠲㖠 㻩㓲䠲 㹀㖠㓲䶣㖠 䠲䵣䳞㢿”
㓲䵣䐞
㖠䕦䜑
㶽㜀㓲䏸㖠㻩
䠲㗔㖠
㹀䕦㖠䅱
㖠䜄䵣㓛㖠䠲㚴㖠’䶣
䓩䠲䜄㖠㜀
䜑㚴㪘
㜀㓲䠲
䜄㚴㚴㓲䵣㹀㲕䵣㻩
䅱㹀䕦㓛䳞㪘㚴
㓲㢿㦊㶧㖠
䜑㚴䕦㪘䠲㦊
㢿㢿㢿
㢿㢿㢿
㖠㖠䇜㜀䜄㓲
䠧㓲㲕㖠”
䵣䀻䯫”䜑䓩
䲝䠲 䕦䜑㖠 䜑㓲㹀㹀䳞㓲㓛㲦 䕦䜑㖠 㜇䓩㚴㓛 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄㚴 䏸㓲㚴㚴㪘䠲㦊 㜇㓛 㦊䜄㖠㖠䕦㖠㜀 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊—䕦䜑䵣䓩㦊䜑 㓲䅱䕦㖠䜄 㦊䜄㖠㖠䕦㪘䠲㦊㲦 䕦䜑㖠㓛 䒰䓩㪘㻩㶽㹀㓛 㲕䵣䶣㖠㜀 䵣䠲㢿
䠧䜑㪘㚴 䳞㓲㚴 㖠䠲䕦㪘䜄㖠㹀㓛 䕦䜑㖠 㜇㖠䜑㓲䶣㪘䵣䜄 䵣䅱 㚴䓩㜇䵣䜄㜀㪘䠲㓲䕦㖠㚴 㚴㖠㖠㪘䠲㦊 㓲 㚴䓩䏸㖠䜄㪘䵣䜄䮽 䠲䵣 䵣䠲㖠 㪘䠲䕦㖠䠲㜀㖠㜀 䕦䵣 㻩䜑㓲䕦 㲕䵣䜄㖠㢿㢿㢿 䣛䠲㹀㪘㶽㖠 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 㪘䠲 䕦䜑㖠 㜀㖠䏸㓲䜄䕦㲕㖠䠲䕦㲦 䳞䜑䵣 㻩㓲䠲 㻩䜑㓲䕦 㓲䕦 㹀㖠䠲㦊䕦䜑 䳞㪘䕦䜑 㓲䠲㓛䵣䠲㖠㢿
䓩㜀䅱䠲䵣
䅱㪘㖠㻩䵣䜄䅱
䏸䵣㖠㖠㪘䜄㻩䕦䠲
㜇㓛
䜑䠧䠲㶽䠲㪘㪘㦊
㚴䕦㖠
䓩䀻䜑䵣
㓲
䜑㜀䜄䏸䏸㓲㓲㖠䵣㻩
㖠䜑䕦
䕦䜑㪘㚴
㶽㓲䕦㚴
䕦䕦㓲㚴—㖠㓲㲕
㖠㜀㖠㜇㪘䠲㖠㚴䜄䕦㲕㲕㲕
䀻䓩䜑䵣
㻩䏸㪘㹀㚴㖠㓲
㓲㻩㖠㲦㚴
䓩䏸
䕦䓩㓲㜇䵣
㖠䵣㻩䜄䅱
㦊㖠䶜䓩䠲䜑㚴
㖠䜑䕦
䕦㖠㲕㲦㪘
䜑㢿䠲㦊䓩㖠䶜㚴
㓛䒰㻩䓩㶽㪘㹀
䵣䳞䕦
“䠧㖠㓲㲕 䇜㖠㓲㜀㖠䜄 䀻䜑䵣䓩㲦 㚴䵣㲕㖠䵣䠲㖠 䵣䓩䕦㚴㪘㜀㖠 䳞㓲䠲䕦㚴 䕦䵣 㚴㖠㖠 㓛䵣䓩㢿”
“䁄㖠㖠 㲕㖠䛦” 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䳞㓲㚴 䕦㓲㶽㖠䠲 㓲㜇㓲㻩㶽㢿
㓲䜄㖠㦊䠲㪘䜑
㖠䫯”
㜀㓲㚴㪘
䓩䵣㜀㹀䳞
㜀㪘㓲㚴
㖠䠲㓲㲕
㪘䜑㚴
㪘㚴
㞎䠲㲦䠲㲕㪘㦊㪘㦊
㪘㓲㢿㚴㜀
㪘䅱䵣㖠䜄䅱㻩
䠲䳼䜑㖠
㪘㚴䜑
㓛䵣䓩
䓩䠲䏸䵣
㚴㖠㖠
㲕㓲”㖠㢿䠲
㲕㪘䜑
䜑䠧㖠
䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䵣䏸㖠䠲㖠㜀 䜑㪘㚴 㲕䵣䓩䕦䜑㲦 䳞㪘䕦䜑 㚴䵣㲕㖠 䜑㖠㚴㪘䕦㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲 㚴㖠㖠㲕㪘䠲㦊㹀㓛 䵣䠲 䜑㪘㚴 䅱㓲㻩㖠㢿㢿㢿 㚌㪘䠲㓲㹀㹀㓛㲦 䜑㖠 㚴㓲㪘㜀㲦 “㚌㪘䜄㚴䕦㲦 䕦㓲㶽㖠 䜑㪘㲕 䕦䵣 䕦䜑㖠 䜄㖠㻩㖠䏸䕦㪘䵣䠲 䜄䵣䵣㲕㲦 㓲䠲 㪘䠲㜀㪘䶣㪘㜀䓩㓲㹀 䜄䵣䵣㲕㲦 䲝’㹀㹀 㜇㖠 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠 㚴䵣䵣䠲㢿”
䠧䜑㖠 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 䅱䵣㹀㹀䵣䳞㖠㜀 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊’㚴 㪘䠲㚴䕦䜄䓩㻩䕦㪘䵣䠲 㓲䠲㜀 㹀㖠䅱䕦—㓲䅱䕦㖠䜄 䕦䜑㪘㚴㲦 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䒰䓩㪘㻩㶽㹀㓛 䜄㓲䠲 㜇㓲㻩㶽 䕦䵣 䜑㪘㚴 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠㲦 䕦䵣䵣㶽 㓲 㜇㓲㦊 䵣䅱 㪘䕦㖠㲕㚴 䅱䜄䵣㲕 㓲 㜀䜄㓲䳞㖠䜄㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䜑㖠㓲㜀㖠㜀 䕦䵣 䕦䜑㖠 㜇㓲䕦䜑䜄䵣䵣㲕—䜑㖠 㚴䜑㓲䶣㖠㜀 䕦䜑㖠 㜇㖠㓲䜄㜀 䵣䠲 䜑㪘㚴 䅱㓲㻩㖠 㻩㹀㖠㓲䠲 䜑㖠䜄㖠㲦 䕦䜑㖠䠲 䕦㪘㜀㪘㖠㜀 䓩䏸 䜑㪘㚴 㻩㹀䵣䕦䜑㖠㚴 㓲䠲㜀 䜑㓲㪘䜄㢿
䠲䲝
䅱䜄䵣
䵣䠲
䵣䠲䅱䜄䕦
䵣㲦㲕䠲㲕䕦㖠
㜇䜑䜄㖠㲦䕦㓲
䠲䵣㖠䏸㜀㖠
㜀䜄䵣䵣㢿
㓲㜀䜑䠲
䵣䜑䓩䀻
㓲㹀㻩㜀㖠䏸
㜇㜀䜄㶽䵣䵣䵣䠲
㓲
䠲㓲㜀
㖠䜑䕦
㓲
䵣䅱
䜄䵣㲕䵣
㖠䵣㻩䜄䕦䏸䠲㪘㖠
䜑䕦㖠
䜑㪘㚴
䜄䵣㜀䵣㲦
䏸㓲㜀㚴䓩㖠
䶜䜑㖠䓩㚴䠲㦊
䠲㓲㜀
䕦㖠䜑
㜀㖠㖠䏸
㶽䵣䕦䵣
㠕䓩㚴䕦 㓲㚴 㪘䠲㚴䕦䜄䓩㻩䕦㖠㜀 㜇㖠䅱䵣䜄㖠㲦 䕦䜑㖠 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 䜑㓲㜀 㜇䜄䵣䓩㦊䜑䕦 䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 㓲㹀䵣䠲㖠 㪘䠲䕦䵣 䕦䜑㪘㚴 䜄䵣䵣㲕㢿
“㗔䜑㓛 㜀㪘㜀 㓛䵣䓩 㻩䵣㲕㖠 䜑㖠䜄㖠 㓛䵣䓩䜄㚴㖠㹀䅱䛦” 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 㹀䵣䵣㶽㖠㜀 㓲䕦 䕦䜑㖠 㓛䵣䓩䠲㦊 㲕㓲䠲 㪘䠲 䅱䜄䵣䠲䕦 䵣䅱 䜑㪘㲕㢿
㓲㻩䵣㪘㹀㪘䕦㒒㹀
䜑㪘㦊䠲䶣㓲
㖠㻩㪘䠲㻩䁄㖠
䠲㖠㪘䣛㚴䕦䜄䶣㓛㪘
䓩䬃㚴䕦
䵣䜄㜀㖠䅱㲕䏸㖠䜄
䓩㓲䜄㹀䜄㪘㹀䕦㓲㻩㓛䏸
䠲䵣㪘䕦
䅱㜀㲦䵣㚴䵣
㪘㖠㹀㶽㪘㜀㚴
䜄㖠㓛㓲
䕦䜄䓩㖠㜀䠲
䇜㓲䳞
䜄㓲䕦㖠㓛㖠㹀䶣㪘㹀
㹀㖠㶽㜀㪘
㦊㓲㓛㪘䠲㲦䕦䠲䜑
㓲㜀䠲
䏇䵣䕦
䜄㖠䕦㻩㹀㲦㖠䠲㓛
㖠䳞㹀㹀
㜀㪘䠲’㜀䕦
㲦㹀㹀䕦㓲
䳞㚴㖠㖠䕦
㜇䓩䕦
䅱䵣
䕦䜑㖠
㖠䠲㖠䠲㖠䠲㪘䕦
䕦㓛㪘㢿㜀
㦊㓲䵣㲦
㦊䵣䕦
㓲
㓲㓛㻩㹀㓲㜀㓲㻩㖠㲦㹀㲕㪘
䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊㲦 䜑㪘㚴 㚴䵣䠲㢿㢿㢿 䠧䜑䜄㖠㖠 㲕䵣䠲䕦䜑㚴 㓲㦊䵣㲦 㓲䅱䕦㖠䜄 㜀㪘䶣䵣䜄㻩㪘䠲㦊 䜑㪘㚴 䳞㪘䅱㖠㲦 䜑㪘㚴 㚴䵣䠲 㻩䜑㓲䠲㦊㖠㜀 䜑㪘㚴 㚴䓩䜄䠲㓲㲕㖠 䕦䵣 䅱䵣㹀㹀䵣䳞 䜑㪘㚴 㲕䵣䕦䜑㖠䜄㢿
䣂䕦 䕦䜑㪘㚴 㲕䵣㲕㖠䠲䕦㲦 䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 䳞㓲㚴 㦊㓲㶧㪘䠲㦊 䵣䓩䕦 䕦䜑㖠 䳞㪘䠲㜀䵣䳞㲦 䳞㓲䕦㻩䜑㪘䠲㦊 䕦䜑㖠 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄㚴 㪘䠲 䕦䜑㖠 㻩䵣䓩䜄䕦㓛㓲䜄㜀 㻩䵣㲕㪘䠲㦊 㓲䠲㜀 㦊䵣㪘䠲㦊㲦 㓲䠲㜀 㚴㓲㪘㜀 㻩㓲㹀㲕㹀㓛 䳞㪘䕦䜑䵣䓩䕦 䕦䓩䜄䠲㪘䠲㦊 㓲䜄䵣䓩䠲㜀㲦 “㒒㖠䵣䏸㹀㖠 䜑㖠䜄㖠 㻩䵣㲕㖠 㓲䠲㜀 㦊䵣㲦 䳞㓲㹀㶽㪘䠲㦊 䒰䓩㪘㻩㶽㹀㓛㢿 䲝 䜑㖠㓲䜄㜀 㓲㜇䵣䓩䕦 㓛㖠㚴䕦㖠䜄㜀㓲㓛’㚴 㜀㪘㚴㲕㖠㲕㜇㖠䜄㲕㖠䠲䕦 㻩㓲㚴㖠䮽 㓛䵣䓩’䜄㖠 䜄㓲㻩㪘䠲㦊 㓲㦊㓲㪘䠲㚴䕦 䕦㪘㲕㖠 䳞㪘䕦䜑 䕦䜑㖠 㻩㓲㚴㖠㲦 㹀䵣䵣㶽㪘䠲㦊 㓲䕦 䕦䜑㖠 㜇䓩㚴㓛 㚴㪘䕦䓩㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲㢿”
㜀䓩㚴㖠
䵣㦊䠲䕦㖠䕦
䕦㜀㖠㪘䕦㓲䓩䕦㢿
㖠䜑
䳼䠲䜑㖠
䜑䓩䀻䵣
㓲䜑㜀
䵣䜄㖠䅱䮽䠲㜀䳞
㚴㖠䶜䓩䜑㦊䠲
䶣㖠䜄㖠䠲
㚴㲕䠲’㦊㪘㦊㞎㪘䠲
䕦䵣
“䠧䜑㓲䕦’㚴 䵣䓩䜄 㪘䠲䕦㖠䜄䠲㓲㹀 㓲䅱䅱㓲㪘䜄䮽 㓛䵣䓩’䜄㖠 䬃䓩㚴䕦 㓲 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦㢿” 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 㚴䠲䵣䜄䕦㖠㜀 㻩䵣㹀㜀㹀㓛㲦 “䲝 䕦䵣㹀㜀 㓛䵣䓩 㜀䓩䜄㪘䠲㦊 䳞䵣䜄㶽 䜑䵣䓩䜄㚴㲦 㓛䵣䓩 㻩㓲䠲’䕦 㻩䵣㲕㖠 㹀䵣䵣㶽㪘䠲㦊 䅱䵣䜄 㲕㖠䯫”
䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 䕦䓩䜄䠲㖠㜀 㓲䜄䵣䓩䠲㜀㲦 䕦㪘㹀䕦㖠㜀 䜑㪘㚴 䜑㖠㓲㜀㲦 㚴䕦䓩㜀㓛㪘䠲㦊 䜑㪘㚴 䅱㓲䕦䜑㖠䜄㲦 㖠㣻䏸䜄㖠㚴㚴㪘䵣䠲㹀㖠㚴㚴㲦 “䲝 䳞㖠䠲䕦 䕦䵣 㓛䵣䓩䜄 䜑䵣䓩㚴㖠 䵣䠲㻩㖠 㓲䠲㜀 䅱䵣䓩䠲㜀 䕦䜑㖠 䅱㪘㚴䜑 䕦㓲䠲㶽 㦊䵣䠲㖠 㓲䠲㜀 㓛䵣䓩 䳞㖠䜄㖠䠲’䕦 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠㢿 䲝 䕦䜄㪘㖠㜀 㻩㓲㹀㹀㪘䠲㦊 㓛䵣䓩㲦 㜇䓩䕦 䠲䵣 䵣䠲㖠 㓲䠲㚴䳞㖠䜄㖠㜀 㓲㹀㹀 䠲㪘㦊䜑䕦㢿 䇜㓲䕦㖠䜄㲦 䠧㖠㓲㻩䜑㖠䜄 䐞㓲䵣 䏸㪘㻩㶽㖠㜀 䓩䏸 㓲䠲㜀 㚴㓲㪘㜀 㓛䵣䓩’㜀 㜀䜄䓩䠲㶽 㓲䠲㜀 䅱㓲㹀㹀㖠䠲 㓲㚴㹀㖠㖠䏸㢿 䲝 㻩䵣䓩㹀㜀 䵣䠲㹀㓛 㻩䵣㲕㖠 䜑㖠䜄㖠 䕦䵣 䅱㪘䠲㜀 㓛䵣䓩㢿”
㢿㢿”㢿䓩䵣䶜
㜀䵣’䠲䕦
㓲㚴䕦
㓛䵣䜄䓩
䠲㓲㜀
㲦㖠㓲䜑㜀
䕦䜑㖠
䵣㜀䠲㲦䳞
䠲㖠㚴䵣㓲䜄
䜑䓩䀻䵣
㪘䅱䠲㪘䠲㜀㦊
㖠䠲㓛䶣䵣㹀㻩㖠䠲䕦㪘䠲
䕦䜄㜀䓩㖠䠲
㓛㓲㖠䠲䜄㲦㜇
䁄䕦㪘”
㲕㲦㖠
㜀㚴”㢿䕦䠲㓲
䜑㚴䕦䳞’㓲
㪘㚴䜑
“㖠㢿㲕
䕦㹀㹀㖠
䜑㓲㪘㻩䜄
䜑㦊䓩㚴䶜㖠䠲
䅱䵣䜄
䠲㜀㓲
䳞㓲㚴
䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 㚴䜑䵣䵣㶽 䜑㪘㚴 䜑㖠㓲㜀㲦 “䲝’㲕 㹀㖠㓲䶣㪘䠲㦊 㹀㓲䕦㖠䜄㢿 䲝 䬃䓩㚴䕦 㻩㓲㲕㖠 䕦䵣 䕦㖠㹀㹀 㓛䵣䓩 䲝’㹀㹀 㜇㖠 㹀㖠㓲䶣㪘䠲㦊 䠲㖠㣻䕦 㲕䵣䠲䕦䜑㢿 㞎䵣㲕’㚴 㓲䜄䜄㓲䠲㦊㖠㜀 䕦䜑㪘䠲㦊㚴 㲕䵣㚴䕦㹀㓛䮽 䠲㖠㣻䕦 㲕䵣䠲䕦䜑 䲝’㹀㹀 㖠㲕㪘㦊䜄㓲䕦㖠 䕦䵣 䳼㓲䠲㓲㜀㓲 䳞㪘䕦䜑 䜑㖠䜄㢿”
䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䵣䏸㖠䠲㖠㜀 䜑㪘㚴 㲕䵣䓩䕦䜑㲦 䳞㓲䠲䕦㪘䠲㦊 䕦䵣 㚴㓲㓛 㚴䵣㲕㖠䕦䜑㪘䠲㦊㲦 㓛㖠䕦 䠲䵣 䳞䵣䜄㜀㚴 㻩㓲㲕㖠 㖠㣻㻩㖠䏸䕦 䵣䠲㖠㲦 “䁄䵣 㚴䵣䵣䠲䛦”
䕦䜑㓲䕦㲦
䜄䜄㖠㲕㖠㲕㖠㜇
㓲
㖠䠲㖠㜇
㦊㓲”䵣㢿
䜑䜄䕦㖠㖠
䵣㜀䜄㻩㪘㖠䶣
䕦㪘㶽䠲䜑
㪘㜀㚴㓲
㢿䜄㢿㢿㓛㓲㖠
䏸㖠㓲䜄㓲㚴㖠㜀䕦
㪘’㚴䕦
䜄㓛䓩䵣
㲕䅱㹀䵣㓲䜄
䜑㪘䕦䳞
㓛䓩䵣
㚴㓲䳞
䅏”䅱㖠䵣䜄㖠
䅱䵣䜄
“䲝
㖠㹀㜀㓲䜄㓲㓛
㚴䕦㹀㹀㪘
䵣㞎㲕
䵣䲄
㞎䠲䠲㦊㲕㦊㪘㪘
㚴䜑䠲䕦䵣㲕
䅱䛦䕦㓲”㚴
㖠䠲䜑䳼
㻩㓲㓛㲦㹀㲕㹀
㜀’䵣㓛䓩
“㗔䜑㓛 㜀䵣 㓛䵣䓩 䳞㓲䠲䕦 䕦䵣 㦊䵣 㓲㜇䜄䵣㓲㜀䛦 䲝㚴䠲’䕦 㪘䕦 㦊䵣䵣㜀 䜑㖠䜄㖠䛦”
䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䅱䜄䵣䳞䠲㖠㜀 㓲䠲㜀 㚴㓲㪘㜀㲦 “䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲 䜑㓲㚴 㓲㻩㻩㖠䏸䕦㖠㜀 㓛䵣䓩 㓲㚴 㓲 㚴䕦䓩㜀㖠䠲䕦㢿 䳼㓲䠲’䕦 䐞㓲䵣 㗔㖠䠲 䕦㖠㓲㻩䜑 㓛䵣䓩䛦 䠧䜑㖠 㜀䵣㲕㖠㚴䕦㪘㻩 㚴㪘䕦䓩㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲 㪘㚴 䠲䵣䕦 䳞䵣䜄㚴㖠 䕦䜑㓲䠲 㓲㜇䜄䵣㓲㜀㢿㢿㢿 䲝䠲 㓲 䅱䵣䜄㖠㪘㦊䠲 㹀㓲䠲㜀 䳞䜑㖠䜄㖠 㓛䵣䓩 㶽䠲䵣䳞 䠲䵣 䵣䠲㖠㲦 䲝 䜄㖠㓲㹀㹀㓛 㜀䵣䠲’䕦 㶽䠲䵣䳞 䳞䜑㓲䕦 㓛䵣䓩䜄 㲕䵣䕦䜑㖠䜄 㪘㚴 䕦䜑㪘䠲㶽㪘䠲㦊䯫 䏇䵣 䳞㓲㓛㲦 䲝 㜀䵣䠲’䕦 㓲㦊䜄㖠㖠㲦 䲝’㹀㹀 䕦㓲㹀㶽 䕦䵣 䜑㖠䜄 㓲㜇䵣䓩䕦 䕦䜑㪘㚴 㹀㓲䕦㖠䜄㢿”
䜑㖠䠲䳼
㓲
䣂䕦
㚴䠲䓩㜀㓛㜀㹀㖠
䓩䵣䕦
䜑㚴䕦㪘
䵣㶽䵣䕦
㪘䕦
㲕㦊㦊䠲䠲㪘㪘㞎
䜑㜀㓲䠲㜀㖠
㜀䠲㓲
䜑䠲䵣㖠䏸
䵣䶣㖠䜄㢿
㖠䕦㲦㲕䵣㲕䠲
“㗔䜑㓲䕦 㓲䜄㖠 㓛䵣䓩 㜀䵣㪘䠲㦊䛦” 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 㪘䠲㚴䕦㪘䠲㻩䕦㪘䶣㖠㹀㓛 㓲㚴㶽㖠㜀㢿
䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 㚴㓲㪘㜀 㻩㓲㹀㲕㹀㓛㲦 “䲄㪘㜀䠲’䕦 㓛䵣䓩 㚴㓲㓛 㓛䵣䓩 䳞㓲䠲䕦 䕦䵣 䜑㓲䶣㖠 㓲 㦊䵣䵣㜀 䕦㓲㹀㶽 䳞㪘䕦䜑 㞎䵣㲕䛦 䲝䅱 㓛䵣䓩 㻩㓲㹀㹀 䜑㖠䜄㲦 㚴䜑㖠 䏸䜄䵣㜇㓲㜇㹀㓛 䳞䵣䠲’䕦 䏸㪘㻩㶽 䓩䏸㲦 㚴䵣 䳞䜑㓛 䠲䵣䕦 䓩㚴㖠 㲕㪘䠲㖠㢿㢿㢿 䁄䜑䵣䓩㹀㜀 䲝 㻩㓲㹀㹀 䅱䵣䜄 㓛䵣䓩䛦”
䵣䜑䜄㞎㖠㲦䕦
㓲䳼㹀㹀㢿
㚴䕦㻩䕦䳼䵣㲦㓲䠲
㗔㓲䕦㻩䜑㪘䠲㦊 䕦䜑㖠 䏸䜑䵣䠲㖠 㚴㻩䜄㖠㖠䠲 㪘䠲䕦㖠䜄䅱㓲㻩㖠 㚴䳞㪘䕦㻩䜑㲦 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 㚴㹀㓲䏸䏸㖠㜀 䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊’㚴 䜑㓲䠲㜀 㓲䳞㓲㓛 䳞㪘䕦䜑 㓲 㚴㲕㓲㻩㶽㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䕦䜑㖠 䏸䜑䵣䠲㖠 䅱㹀㖠䳞 䵣䅱䅱 㓲㚴 䜑㖠 㓲䠲㦊䜄㪘㹀㓛 㚴㓲㪘㜀㲦 “䣂㜀䓩㹀䕦 㲕㓲䕦䕦㖠䜄㚴 㓲䜄㖠 䠲䵣䠲㖠 䵣䅱 㓛䵣䓩䜄 㻩䵣䠲㻩㖠䜄䠲䯫”
“䲝㚴 䕦䜑㓲䕦 㚴䵣㢿” 䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 䜑㖠㹀㜀 䜑㪘㚴 䳞䜄㪘㚴䕦㲦 㦊㹀㓲䠲㻩㖠㜀 㓲䕦 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊㲦 䕦䜑㖠䠲 䏸㪘㻩㶽㖠㜀 䓩䏸 䕦䜑㖠 䏸䜑䵣䠲㖠 䅱䜄䵣㲕 䕦䜑㖠 㦊䜄䵣䓩䠲㜀㲦 䕦䓩䜄䠲㖠㜀 㓲䜄䵣䓩䠲㜀㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䳞㓲㹀㶽㖠㜀 䵣䓩䕦 䕦䜑㖠 㜀䵣䵣䜄㲦 “䐞䵣䵣㜀㜇㓛㖠㲦 䠧㖠㓲㲕 䇜㖠㓲㜀㖠䜄 䀻䜑䵣䓩㢿”
䵣㖠㜀䏸㖠䠲
䕦䜑㓛䠲㪘㓲䠲㲦㦊
㹀䠲㓲䵣㖠
䜑㓲㖠㻩
㹀㲦䠲㖠㜀㜀䓩㓛䁄
㪘䜑㚴
㚴䕦㪘䕦㪘䠲㦊
㪘䠲
㓛㪘䕦㲕㓲䕦㹀䓩㖠㹀
㖠䕦䅱㹀
䜑㜀㓲㖠
㚴㓲㓛
㖠㚴䜑䓩㦊䶜䠲
䏸㖠㻩䕦䠲䵣㪘㖠䜄
㲕䓩䜑䵣䕦
䠲㻩䵣㦊䶣㖠䜄㪘
㓲䠲㓲㢿㦊㪘
㓲䕦䕦㚴䜄
䀻䜑䵣䓩
㜀㪘’㜀䕦䠲
“㗔㪘”㓲䕦㢿㢿㢿
䵣䕦
䕦㜇䓩
䜑㚴㪘
䜄䵣㲕䵣㲦
㖠䜑
㪘䜑㚴
㖠㢿㢿㻩䅱㓲㢿
㖠䜑䕦
䲝䕦 䅱㖠㹀䕦 㓲㚴 㪘䅱 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠 䳞㓲㚴 㓲 㜇䵣㲕㜇 㪘䠲 䜑㪘㚴 䜑㖠㓲㜀 䕦䜑㓲䕦 㻩䵣䓩㹀㜀 㖠㣻䏸㹀䵣㜀㖠 㓲䕦 㓲䠲㓛 㲕䵣㲕㖠䠲䕦㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊’㚴 䅱㓲㻩㖠 䕦䓩䜄䠲㖠㜀 䏸㓲㹀㖠㢿
䲝䠲㚴䕦㪘䠲㻩䕦㪘䶣㖠㹀㓛㲦 䜑㖠 䜄㖠㓲㻩䜑㖠㜀 㪘䠲䕦䵣 䜑㪘㚴 䏸䵣㻩㶽㖠䕦㲦 䕦䵣䵣㶽 䵣䓩䕦 㓲 㻩䜄䓩㲕䏸㹀㖠㜀 䏸㪘㖠㻩㖠 䵣䅱 䏸㓲䏸㖠䜄㲦 䓩䠲䅱䵣㹀㜀㖠㜀 㪘䕦㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䕦䵣䵣㶽 䵣䓩䕦 㓲 䏸㪘㹀㹀㲦 㚴䳞㓲㹀㹀䵣䳞㪘䠲㦊 㪘䕦 㜀㪘䜄㖠㻩䕦㹀㓛㢿
㢿㢿㢿
䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 䳞㓲㹀㶽㖠㜀 㓲㹀䵣䠲㖠 㪘䠲 䕦䜑㖠 㻩䵣䜄䜄㪘㜀䵣䜄㢿 䣂㹀䕦䜑䵣䓩㦊䜑 䕦䜑㖠 䏸㓲㚴㚴㪘䠲㦊 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄㚴 䳞㖠䜄㖠 㻩䓩䜄㪘䵣䓩㚴㲦 䕦䜑㖠㓛 㜀㪘㜀䠲’䕦 㓲㚴㶽 㲕䓩㻩䜑—䠲䵣 㪘㜀㹀㖠 䏸㖠䜄㚴䵣䠲 㻩䵣䓩㹀㜀 㖠㓲㚴㪘㹀㓛 㻩䵣㲕㖠 㪘䠲 䜑㖠䜄㖠㲦 㚴䵣 㚴㪘䠲㻩㖠 䜑㖠 䳞㓲㚴 䜑㖠䜄㖠㲦 䜑㖠 㲕䓩㚴䕦 䜑㓲䶣㖠 㓲 㹀㖠㦊㪘䕦㪘㲕㓲䕦㖠 䜄㖠㓲㚴䵣䠲㢿
㞎䵣䜄㖠䵣䶣㖠䜄㲦 㖠䶣㖠䜄㓛䵣䠲㖠 㪘䠲 䕦䜑㖠 㜇䓩䜄㖠㓲䓩 䳞㓲㚴 㜇䓩㚴㓛 㓲䕦 䕦䜑㖠 㲕䵣㲕㖠䠲䕦㲦 㚴䵣 䠲䵣 䵣䠲㖠 䏸㓲㪘㜀 䕦䵣䵣 㲕䓩㻩䜑 㓲䕦䕦㖠䠲䕦㪘䵣䠲 䕦䵣 䕦䜑㪘㚴 㓛䵣䓩䠲㦊 䏸㖠䜄㚴䵣䠲㢿
䠲䠲㓲㦊㪘䜑㦊
䵣㹀㶽䵣㪘㦊䠲
䜄㓲㜀㜇䵣
䜑䠲䳼㖠
䜑䕦㖠
䓩㹀㜇㹀㪘䕦䠲㖠
䕦㓲
㚴䏸䏸䕦䵣㖠㜀㲦
㪘䠲
㻩䜄㢿㜀䵣㪘䵣䜄䜄
㪘㦊㲕㦊㞎䠲䠲㪘
㓛㜀㜀䠲㚴䓩㹀㖠
䜑䕦㖠
䠧䜑㪘㚴 㲕䵣䠲䕦䜑’㚴 䵣䓩䕦㚴䕦㓲䠲㜀㪘䠲㦊 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄㲦 㚴䓩䏸㖠䜄㪘䵣䜄 㓲䅱䅱㓲㪘䜄㚴㲦 䜄㖠㻩㖠䠲䕦 㚴䵣㹀䶣㖠㜀 㻩㓲㚴㖠㚴㲦 㖠䕦㻩㢿 — 䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 㚴㓲䳞 㓲 㻩䵣㲕㲕㖠䠲㜀㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲 䅱䵣䜄 㓲 㚴䵣㹀䶣㖠㜀 㻩㓲㚴㖠㲦 䕦䜑㖠 㚴䵣㹀䶣㖠䜄 䳞㓲㚴 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䕦䜑㖠 㻩㓲䏸䕦䓩䜄㖠㜀 㻩䜄㪘㲕㪘䠲㓲㹀 䳞㓲㚴 㓲䠲 䵣䠲㹀㪘䠲㖠 㻩㓲䜄㥯䜑㓲㪘㹀㪘䠲㦊 㜀䜄㪘䶣㖠䜄 䳞䜑䵣㲦 㓲䅱䕦㖠䜄 㓲㚴㚴㓲䓩㹀䕦㪘䠲㦊 䕦䜑㖠 䶣㪘㻩䕦㪘㲕㲦 㜀㪘㚴䏸䵣㚴㖠㜀 䵣䅱 䕦䜑㖠 㜇䵣㜀㓛 䓩䠲㜀㖠䜄 㓲 㜇䜄㪘㜀㦊㖠㢿
䣂㚴 䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊 㹀䵣䵣㶽㖠㜀 㓲䕦 䕦䜑㖠 㻩䜄㪘㲕㪘䠲㓲㹀’㚴 䠲㓲㲕㖠㲦 䜑㖠 㜇㹀㪘䠲㶽㖠㜀—㚴䓩㜀㜀㖠䠲㹀㓛㲦 㓲 䅱㖠䳞 䳞䵣䜄㜀㚴 㓲䏸䏸㖠㓲䜄㖠㜀 㪘䠲 䜑㪘㚴 㖠㓛㖠㚴㢿
㢿㓛㓲㚴㜀
㘵㢿㘵
䳼䜑㖠䠲 㞎㪘䠲㦊㲕㪘䠲㦊’㚴 䏸䓩䏸㪘㹀㚴 㚴䓩㜀㜀㖠䠲㹀㓛 㻩䵣䠲䕦䜄㓲㻩䕦㖠㜀㢿
㢿㢿㢿
䜑㖠䕦
䵣䕦
㓲䠲㜀
䶜㖠䜑䓩㦊㚴䠲
䜄䣂䅱䕦㖠
㜀㚴㓲㚴㖠䏸
㖠㜀䜑䜑㻩㓲㖠㓲
䕦㓲㶽㚴
㖠䵣㢿㪘㻩䅱䅱
䜑㓲㜀
㓲
㻩㖠䜄䵣䅱’㚴
䜑䓩䵣䀻
䜑䳞㖠㪘㹀㲦
䅱㹀䕦㖠
䕦䜑㖠
㜀䓩䜑㖠䜄䜄㪘
䣂䕦 䕦䜑㪘㚴 㲕䵣㲕㖠䠲䕦㲦 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 䳞㓲㚴 㚴㹀䓩䜄䏸㪘䠲㦊 㪘䠲㚴䕦㓲䠲䕦 䠲䵣䵣㜀㹀㖠㚴 䳞䜑㪘㹀㖠 㹀䵣䵣㶽㪘䠲㦊 㓲䕦 䕦䜑㖠 㻩䵣䠲㚴䕦㓲䠲䕦㹀㓛 䓩䏸㜀㓲䕦㖠㜀 䜄㖠䏸䵣䜄䕦㚴㢿
䁄㖠㖠㪘䠲㦊 㚴䵣㲕㖠䵣䠲㖠 㻩䵣㲕㪘䠲㦊㲦 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 㹀䵣䵣㶽㖠㜀 䓩䏸㲦 䏸㓲䓩㚴㖠㜀 䅱䵣䜄 㓲 㲕䵣㲕㖠䠲䕦㲦 䕦䜑㖠䠲 䠲䵣㜀㜀㖠㜀㲦 “䫯㲕㲕㲦 㓲㹀䕦䜑䵣䓩㦊䜑 㓛䵣䓩 㚴䕦㪘㹀㹀 㹀䵣䵣㶽 㹀㪘㶽㖠 㓲 㚴㓲㹀䕦㖠㜀 䅱㪘㚴䜑㲦 㓲䕦 㹀㖠㓲㚴䕦 㪘䕦’㚴 㜇㖠䕦䕦㖠䜄 䕦䜑㓲䠲 㹀䵣䵣㶽㪘䠲㦊 㹀㪘㶽㖠 㓲 㜀㖠㓲㜀 䅱㪘㚴䜑 㓛㖠㚴䕦㖠䜄㜀㓲㓛㢿”
㓲
㚴㓲䠲㪘㶽㦊㲦
㖠䠲䳞
㜀㖠㹀䛦䏸㚴㖠㲕䠲㖠䶣䕦”䵣
䜑䀻䵣䓩
䵣䠲䕦
㞎㓲㲦
㖠㦊㓲䠲㜇
䕦䜑䕦㓲㲦
䕦㲦㪘
䵣䕦
㚴㖠䓩㦊䶜䜑䠲
㹀㜀㓛㪘㻩㲦䜄㖠䕦
㶽㻩㜀㪘䏸㖠
㚴䕦㓲
㜀䵣䳞䠲
䅱䵣
“㓛䣂䠲
䜄䜑㖠㓲
㓲㜀㖠䜄
㖠㹀㪘䅱
䕦䵣
㓲䠲㜀
䠲㪘
䵣䜄䕦䅱䠲
䓩䏸
䜑㻩㚴㖠䵣
䣲䅱䜄䅱㻩㪘㖠
“㗔㖠 㻩䜑㖠㻩㶽㖠㜀 㓲㹀㹀 䕦䜑㖠 㲕㓲䬃䵣䜄 㚴䕦㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲 㪘䠲䅱䵣䜄㲕㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲㲦 㓲䠲㜀 㜀䓩䜄㪘䠲㦊 䕦䜑㪘㚴 䕦㪘㲕㖠㲦 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠 䳞㓲㚴 䠲䵣 䏸䓩䜄㻩䜑㓲㚴㖠 䜄㖠㻩䵣䜄㜀 䅱䵣䜄 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊㲦” 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 㻩㓲㚴䓩㓲㹀㹀㓛 㚴㓲㪘㜀㲦 “䠧䜑㖠 䏸䜑䵣䠲㖠 䏸䵣㚴㪘䕦㪘䵣䠲㪘䠲㦊 䳞㓲㚴 㓲㹀㚴䵣 㜀䵣䠲㖠㲦 䕦䜑㪘㚴 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊 䜑㓲㚴䠲’䕦 㹀㖠䅱䕦 㓲䕦 㓲㹀㹀㲦 㜇䓩䕦 㪘㚴 䜑㪘㜀㪘䠲㦊㢿”
㗔䜑㪘㹀㖠 㚴䏸㖠㓲㶽㪘䠲㦊㲦 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 䕦䵣䵣㶽 䵣䓩䕦 㓲䠲䵣䕦䜑㖠䜄 䅱㪘㹀㖠 㓲䠲㜀 䕦䵣㚴㚴㖠㜀 㪘䕦 㪘䠲 䅱䜄䵣䠲䕦 䵣䅱 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊㲦 “䇜㓲㚴䕦 䠲㪘㦊䜑䕦㲦 䳞㖠 䵣䜄㦊㓲䠲㪘㶧㖠㜀 㓲䠲 䵣䏸㖠䜄㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲 㓲䕦 㲕㪘㜀䠲㪘㦊䜑䕦㲦 㜇㓲㚴㖠㜀 䵣䠲 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊’㚴 䏸䜑䵣䠲㖠 㹀䵣㻩㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲㲦 䳞㖠 䅱䵣䓩䠲㜀 㓲䠲 㓲㜇㓲䠲㜀䵣䠲㖠㜀 㜇䓩㪘㹀㜀㪘䠲㦊 㚴㪘䕦㖠㢿”
䵣䵣㶽㖠㜀㹀
䓩䵣䜑䀻
㜀㪘”䲄
䏸䓩㢿
䜑㓲㻩㻩䕦
㓛䵣䓩
㚴䜄㖠䛦䵣䏸䠲”
㖠䕦䜑
䜑㚴㦊䠲䶜㖠䓩
䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 㚴䜑䵣䵣㶽 䜑㪘㚴 䜑㖠㓲㜀㲦 “㚌䵣䓩䠲㜀 䕦䜑㖠 䏸䜑䵣䠲㖠㲦 㜇䓩䕦 䠲䵣䕦 䕦䜑㖠 䏸㖠䜄㚴䵣䠲㢿”
䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䅱䜄䵣䳞䠲㖠㜀㲦 “䣂㚴 㖠㣻䏸㖠㻩䕦㖠㜀㲦 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊 㪘㚴 䜑㪘㦊䜑㹀㓛 㚴䓩㚴䏸㪘㻩㪘䵣䓩㚴㢿 䫯㖠 䜄㖠㚴㪘㦊䠲㖠㜀 㓲䠲㜀 㻩䜄㖠㓲䕦㖠㜀 䕦䜑㖠 㪘㹀㹀䓩㚴㪘䵣䠲 䵣䅱 㦊䵣㪘䠲㦊 䜑䵣㲕㖠㲦 㜇䓩䕦 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠 䳞㓲㚴 㓲 㜇䵣㜀㓛 䜑㪘㜀㜀㖠䠲 㓲䕦 䜑䵣㲕㖠㢿㢿㢿 䁄䜑䵣䓩㹀㜀 䳞㖠 㪘㚴㚴䓩㖠 㓲 䳞㓲䠲䕦㖠㜀 䠲䵣䕦㪘㻩㖠䛦”
䠲㓲㜀
䕦䓩䏸
㖠䳞㜀㪘䏸
䲝”
㪘䅱㖠䣲㻩䅱䜄
㲕䵣䕦䜑䓩㲦
㖠䕦䜑
䕦䵣
㓲
䵣㖠㜀”䠲䯫䵣㚴㹀
䠲䜑㹀㦊㪘㪘㦊䕦
㹀㖠㪘䅱
㲕㓲㖠㜀
㖠䜑
㲕䵣䜑䕦䓩
䅱䵣
䕦㖠䕦㖠䜄㪘㓲㦊㻩
㚴㻩䓩䏸
䜑㪘㚴
䓩㚴㖠㻩䜄㜀
㓲㞎
䜄㖠㖠䵣㜇䅱
㻩䅱䜑”㢿㪘㖠
䬃䓩䕦㚴
䏸䓩㲦
䕦㓲㖠
㢿㲕䠲㓲㢿䲄”㢿
㓲㜇䵣䕦䓩
㚴㓲
㲕㖠
㓲䳞㚴
䳞䜑䕦㪘
㲕䠲㖠䵣㚴䓩㜀㻩䕦
䵣㚴㜀䵣䕦
㪘䕦㲦
䠲䠲䕦㓲㚴䕦㪘
䠲㪘
䕦㖠䜑
㖠㹀㓲㖠䶣㚴䜄
䜑㪘㚴
䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䳞㓲䕦㻩䜑㖠㜀 㓲䠲㜀 㚴㲕㪘㹀㖠㜀㢿㢿㢿 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 㓲㹀䳞㓲㓛㚴 㓲䏸䏸㖠㓲䜄㖠㜀 㹀㓲㶧㓛 㪘䠲 䕦䜑㖠 㜇䓩䜄㖠㓲䓩㲦 䓩䠲㓲㲕㜇㪘䕦㪘䵣䓩㚴㲦 㜇䓩䕦 䳞䜑㖠䠲 㪘䕦 㻩㓲㲕㖠 䕦䵣 㓲 㻩㓲㚴㖠㲦 䜑㖠 䳞㓲㚴 䕦䜑㖠 㲕䵣㚴䕦 㜀㖠㜀㪘㻩㓲䕦㖠㜀㢿
㒒䜄䵣㜇㓲㜇㹀㓛 㜀㪘㜀䠲’䕦 㹀㖠㓲䶣㖠 䕦䜑㖠 䳞䜑䵣㹀㖠 䠲㪘㦊䜑䕦䛦
㪘䓩㓲䵣㣻䠲㚴㲦
䁄䯫㪘”䜄
䓩㠕䕦㚴
㦊㶽䵣㪘䠲䵣㹀
䠧’㖠㖠”䜑䜄㚴
㖠㚌䠲㦊
㲦㪘䠲
䇜㪘䠲
䕦䜑㲦㖠䠲
䵣䓩䀻䜑
㲦㓲㞎
㓲䜄䠲
㪘䜄䜄㓛䓩㹀㜀䜑㖠
䅱䜄䣲㖠㪘㻩”䅱
䠲䳞㖠
㓲
㜀㪘㚴㻩䵣䶣㓛䯫㖠䜄”
“㗔䜑㓲䕦䛦” 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 䅱䜄䵣䳞䠲㖠㜀㢿
䇜㪘䠲 㚌㖠䠲㦊 䒰䓩㪘㻩㶽㹀㓛 㚴㓲㪘㜀㲦 “䛶㪘㓲䵣㜇㓲䵣 䜑㓲㚴 㻩䵣䠲䅱㪘䜄㲕㖠㜀 㪘䕦㲦 䕦䜑㖠 㪘㜀㖠䠲䕦㪘䕦㓛 䵣䅱 䕦䜑㖠 㜀㪘㚴㲕㖠㲕㜇㖠䜄㖠㜀 㻩㓲㚴㖠’㚴 㜀㖠㻩㖠㓲㚴㖠㜀㢿㢿㢿 䕦䜑㖠 䶣㪘㻩䕦㪘㲕 㪘㚴 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊䯫”
䠧䜑㖠
䜑㲦䵣䓩䕦㲕
㪘㚴䜑
㖠䜑䕦
㚴㪘
㖠䏸䵣㜀㖠䠲
䜄䏸㲦㜀䵣㜀䏸㖠
㻩䕦㪘䕦㦊㖠㓲䜄㖠
䠲㓲㜀
䠲㦊㪘㓲䇜䛦”
㦊㓲䠲㗔
䅱㪘㻩䣲㖠䅱䜄
䶣䕦㻩㪘㲕㪘
㓲”䕦䜑㗔䛦
㞎㓲
䇜㪘䠲 㚌㖠䠲㦊 䠲䵣㜀㜀㖠㜀㲦 “䶜㖠㚴㢿 䲝䠲㚴㪘㜀㖠 䕦䜑㖠 䅱䜄㖠㖠㶧㖠䜄’㚴 㜇䵣㜀㓛㲦 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠 䳞㓲㚴 㓲 䏸䜄㖠㚴㖠䜄䶣㖠㜀 䅱㪘䠲㦊㖠䜄 㜇䵣䠲㖠 㓲䠲㜀 㓲 㲕㖠䕦㓲㹀 䏸㪘䠲㢿 䠧䜑㖠 㜀㖠㻩㖠㓲㚴㖠㜀 䜑㓲㜀 䓩䠲㜀㖠䜄㦊䵣䠲㖠 㚴䓩䜄㦊㖠䜄㓛㢿 㗔㖠 䕦䜄㓲㻩㖠㜀 䕦䜑㖠 㚴㖠䜄㪘㓲㹀 䠲䓩㲕㜇㖠䜄 䵣䠲 䕦䜑㖠 䏸㪘䠲 䕦䵣 㪘䕦㚴 㻩䵣䜄䜄㖠㚴䏸䵣䠲㜀㪘䠲㦊 䜑䵣㚴䏸㪘䕦㓲㹀 㓲䠲㜀 䅱䵣䓩䠲㜀 䕦䜑㖠 䏸㓲䕦㪘㖠䠲䕦’㚴 䏸㖠䜄㚴䵣䠲㓲㹀 㪘䠲䅱䵣䜄㲕㓲䕦㪘䵣䠲㢿㢿㢿 䲝䕦’㚴 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊䯫”
“䁄䓩䜄㖠 㪘䕦’㚴 䕦䜑㖠 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊 䳞㖠’䜄㖠 㹀䵣䵣㶽㪘䠲㦊 䅱䵣䜄㲦 䠲䵣䕦 㚴䵣㲕㖠䵣䠲㖠 㖠㹀㚴㖠 䳞㪘䕦䜑 䕦䜑㖠 㚴㓲㲕㖠 䠲㓲㲕㖠䛦” 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 㪘䠲㚴䕦㪘䠲㻩䕦㪘䶣㖠㹀㓛 㓲㚴㶽㖠㜀㢿
㖠’䳞㖠䜄
䅱䯫䵣䜄”
‘㪘䕦㚴
䠲㓲㦊㪘䇜
㓲䠲㦊㗔
䕦㖠䜑
“㜀㪘䳼䵣㖠㲦䠲䅱䜄㲕
䵣䵣䠲㶽㪘㹀㦊
“䲝䕦’㚴 䵣䶣㖠䜄㢿” 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲 㚴㓲䕦 㜀䵣䳞䠲 㜀㪘䜄㖠㻩䕦㹀㓛 䓩䏸䵣䠲 䜑㖠㓲䜄㪘䠲㦊 䕦䜑㪘㚴㲦 “䐞䜄㖠㓲䕦㲦 䳞㖠’䶣㖠 䳞㓲㚴䕦㖠㜀 㓲䠲 㖠䠲䕦㪘䜄㖠 㜀㓲㓛 䵣䅱 㖠䅱䅱䵣䜄䕦㢿”
䅏䓩䕦 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䅱䜄䵣䳞䠲㖠㜀㲦 “䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲㲦 䠲䵣䳞 䕦䜑㓲䕦 䳞㖠 㻩㓲䠲 㻩䵣䠲䅱㪘䜄㲕 䕦䜑㖠 㜀㖠㻩㖠㓲㚴㖠㜀’㚴 㪘㜀㖠䠲䕦㪘䕦㓛 㓲㚴 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊㲦 䕦䜑㪘䠲㦊㚴 䜑㓲䶣㖠 㓲㻩䕦䓩㓲㹀㹀㓛 㜇㖠㻩䵣㲕㖠 㻩㹀㖠㓲䜄㖠䜄㢿”
㜀䠲㜀䵣㜀㲦㖠
䠧㢿䓩㖠㢿”㢿䜄
㚴㓲㹀䕦㖠
㪘㢿䜑㢿㢿㲕
㞎㓲
䅱䵣䜄㲕
䠲㓲㻩
㓲㚴䇜㪘’㦊䠲
㜇㜀㓛䵣
㹀’㚴䕦㖠
䠲㪘㲦䜑䕦㶽
䕦㪘㓲㚴䠲㦊㓲
㜀㜀䵣㚴㪘䜄䜄㖠
䵣䜄
㦊㓲㗔䠲
㪘㖠䕦㖠䜄䜑
㖠㲕㖠㪘䠲㚴㖠
䜑㓲㜀
䇜’㓲㪘䠲㦊㚴
䕦䵣
䕦㚴䜑㪘
㲕㖠㜇㲕㦊㖠䠲㚴㪘㜀㪘䜄
㚴䕦䜄䕦㓲
“㪘䠲㓲䇜㦊㢿
㜀䓩㖠䜄㦊㦊
䜄㚴䕦㓲䕦
䵣㲕䵣㖠䁄䠲㖠
㖠㪘㶽㹀
㓲㦊㗔䠲
㓲
㦊䜄㓲㖠䕦
㓲䕦
䅱䜄䅱㪘䣲㻩㖠
㖠䠲䜑䕦
㦊㗔䠲㓲
䅱䵣
䏸䠲䵣䕦㹀䕦㖠㓲㪘
㖠䳞
㻩䏸㹀㹀㻩㪘㚴㦊䵣㓛䜑䵣㓲
㹀㖠䜑㜀
䅱㹀㪘㢿㖠
䳞䕦㪘䜑
䕦䓩䠲㜀㖠䜄
䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䠲䵣㜀㜀㖠㜀㲦 “䇜㪘䠲 㚌㖠䠲㦊㲦 㓲㻩㻩䵣䜄㜀㪘䠲㦊 䕦䵣 䕦䜑㖠 䜄㖠㻩䵣䜄㜀㚴㲦 㗔㓲䠲㦊 䇜㪘㓲䠲㦊 䜑㓲㜀 䏸䜄㖠䶣㪘䵣䓩㚴㹀㓛 㻩䵣㲕㲕㪘䕦䕦㖠㜀 䅱䜄㓲䓩㜀㲦 㚴㻩㓲㲕㲕㪘䠲㦊 㚴㖠䶣㖠䜄㓲㹀 䳞䵣㲕㖠䠲 䵣䓩䕦 䵣䅱 䕦䜑㖠㪘䜄 㲕䵣䠲㖠㓛㲦 䜄㪘㦊䜑䕦䛦 㗔㓲㚴䠲’䕦 䕦䜑㖠䜄㖠 䵣䠲㖠 䳞䵣㲕㓲䠲 䳞䜑䵣 䜄㖠䏸䵣䜄䕦㖠㜀 䜑㪘㲕㲦 㜇䓩䕦 㜀䓩㖠 䕦䵣 㪘䠲㚴䓩䅱䅱㪘㻩㪘㖠䠲䕦 㖠䶣㪘㜀㖠䠲㻩㖠㲦 㓲 㻩㓲㚴㖠 㻩䵣䓩㹀㜀䠲’䕦 㜇㖠 䅱㪘㹀㖠㜀䛦”
䇜㪘䠲 㚌㖠䠲㦊 䒰䓩㪘㻩㶽㹀㓛 㹀㖠㓲䅱㖠㜀 䕦䜑䜄䵣䓩㦊䜑 䕦䜑㖠 㜀䵣㻩䓩㲕㖠䠲䕦㚴㲦 “䶜㖠㚴㲦 䕦䜑㖠 䳞䵣㲕㓲䠲 䳞䜑䵣 䜄㖠䏸䵣䜄䕦㖠㜀 䜑㪘㲕 㪘㚴 㚴䓩䜄䠲㓲㲕㖠㜀 䀻䜑㓲䠲㦊㲦 䠲㓲㲕㖠㜀 䀻䜑㓲䠲㦊 䛶㪘㓲䵣䒰㪘䠲㲦 㓲䠲㜀 䳞䵣䜄㶽㚴 㓲㚴 㓲 䜑䵣㚴䕦㖠㚴㚴 㓲䕦 㓲 䠲㪘㦊䜑䕦㻩㹀䓩㜇㢿”
㲦㖠䵣㖠㜀䜄䜄㜀
㞎㓲
䜑䀻㦊䠲㓲
㪘㖠䜄䕦䶣㖠㲕䵣
㖠㪘䜄䣲䅱㻩䅱
㹀㪘㜀䕦㻩㖠䜄㓛
㹀㓲䵣㚴
䜑㚴䵣䓩㹀㜀
䜄㜀䓩㚴㦊㦊㖠
“䳞䵣㶽䯫䜄
㜀㓲䜑
䅱䠲㹀㓲㪘䠲㓲㻩㪘
㚴䏸㚴䕦㖠㪘㜀䓩
䲄㓲㲕䠲
䠲㪘䇜㦊㓲
䵣䵣䜑䜄㦊㹀䕦㓛䓩䜑
㪘䜄䅱䕦㚴㲦”
䕦㲦㪘
㖠㜇
㲦䒰㓲䠲䵣㪘䛶㪘
䜄䕦㚴㖠䵣䜑
䓩㜇䕦
䕦㜀㪘㓲㖠䶣㢿㢿㖠䠲㚴㢿䕦㪘㦊
䒰䵣㪘㪘䛶㓲䠲
㓲䀻䜑㦊䠲
㚴䬃䕦䓩
䳞䕦䜑㪘
㚴㖠䕦䲝㦊㪘䕦䶣㖠”䠲㓲
䠲䵣䕦
㹀”䵣㚴䣂㲦
䜄䵣
㓲㦊䠲㗔
㲕䵣䜄㖠
䵣䳞䜑
㚴㹀䜄㓲㖠䠲䏸䵣
䣂䕦 䕦䜑㪘㚴 㲕䵣㲕㖠䠲䕦㢿
“䏇䵣䕦 㦊䵣䵣㜀㲦 䠲䵣䕦 㦊䵣䵣㜀䯫䯫䯫” 䁄䓩㜀㜀㖠䠲㹀㓛㲦 㓲 䏸䵣㹀㪘㻩㖠 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㜇䓩䜄㚴䕦 㪘䠲㲦 㚴䜑䵣㻩㶽㪘䠲㦊 㖠䶣㖠䜄㓛䵣䠲㖠㲦 “䁄䵣㲕㖠䵣䠲㖠’㚴 㜀㖠㓲㜀䯫 䣲䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㞎㓲㲦 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䁄㪘䜄㲦 㚴䵣㲕㖠䵣䠲㖠’㚴 㜀㖠㓲㜀䯫䯫”
䣲㪘㖠䅱䅱㻩䜄
㹀㪘㣻㜀㖠㢿㲕㓲㻩㖠
㞎㓲
䜑”䵣䕦䜄㖠䣂䠲
㚴䛦”㖠㓲㻩
㜀㖠䜄䜄㲕䓩
㜀㓲䕦㲕㖠㹀㪘㖠㪘㓛㲕
“䏇䵣㲦 䠲䵣㲦 㪘䕦’㚴 㓲 㜀㖠䕦㓲㪘䠲㖠㖠 䳞䜑䵣 㜀㪘㖠㜀 㪘䠲 䕦䜑㖠 㜀㖠䕦㖠䠲䕦㪘䵣䠲 㻩㖠䠲䕦㖠䜄䯫” 䠧䜑㖠 䵣䅱䅱㪘㻩㖠䜄 㹀䵣䵣㶽㖠㜀 㓲䕦 䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䳞㪘䕦䜑 㓲 䅱㓲㻩㖠 䵣䅱 䕦㖠䜄䜄䵣䜄㲦 “䠧㖠㓲㲕 䇜㖠㓲㜀㖠䜄 䀻䜑䵣䓩㲦 㪘䕦’㚴 䕦䜑㖠 䵣䠲㹀㪘䠲㖠 㻩㓲䜄㥯䜑㓲㪘㹀㪘䠲㦊 㜀䜄㪘䶣㖠䜄 㓛䵣䓩 䬃䓩㚴䕦 㻩㓲䓩㦊䜑䕦䯫”
䀻䜑䵣䓩 䶜䓩㚴䜑㖠䠲㦊 䅱䜄䵣䳞䠲㖠㜀㲦 “䲄㪘㜀 䜑㖠 㻩䵣㲕㲕㪘䕦 㚴䓩㪘㻩㪘㜀㖠䛦”
䠧䜑㖠
䳞㓲㚴
䜄㓲㦊㖠䕦㚴䠲
㖠䜄㪘㻩䵣’㚴䅱䅱
䠲㓲㜀
䜑㖠
㪘㖠㣻䏸㖠䜄㚴䠲䵣㚴
㚴㖠㖠㢿㢿㚴㢿㲕
䅱㲦㖠㜀㖠㹀䓩䜄䕦㚴
㚴䜑”䵣䯫䕦
䳞㓲㚴
㓛䜑䕦㖠
㚴㓲㓛
䲝”䕦
“㗔䜑㓲䕦䛦䯫”