Read Novel Full Chapter 1175: Chapter 16: The Unattainable Is Always Stirring
Chapter 1175: Chapter 16: The Unattainable Is Always Stirring
“Wait a minute.” Master Chen Er quickly composed himself from a moment of panic—being perceived as a ‘master’ is necessary when mingling among wealthy merchants and officials.
If you can’t even bluff people, how can you do any business afterward?
The gentleman in front of him didn’t seem to be local—Chen Er had investigated all the notable figures in the area over the years.
But as the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake… with his background and resources locally, Chen Er believed that if something went wrong, someone would step up to protect him—though distant water can’t put out a nearby fire.
“Master Chen, are you afraid?” A man in a black suit cracked his knuckles, the sound of popping joints combined with a cold smile on his face giving a sense of intimidation.
Chen Er stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, “I’m just a fortune teller, not a boxer in an underground fight. If you want to test my skills, do you mean to test my martial arts? If you’re looking for someone who knows kung fu, please go ahead and don’t waste time here.”
The three bodyguards all looked towards Zhong Luochen. He didn’t say a word, still having his eyes closed, gently massaging his forehead, seemingly indifferent.
“Do it.” The bodyguards snorted coldly.
Chen Er’s heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself that these guys were forcing their way in… He snorted, “If that’s the case, let’s go outside the courtyard. I don’t want the place I live in to get messy.”
With that, Chen Er ignored the stares from the group and walked straight into the garden outside—the garden wasn’t large but not small either, about fifty to sixty square feet at a glance.
Moreover, in the middle of the garden stood wooden stakes of various heights, the tallest reaching almost one meter, the shortest about one foot.
Chen Er nimbly leaped onto a stake like a spirited monkey, and in the blink of an eye, he stood atop the highest stake. “Ladies and gentlemen, please.”
“Plum Blossom Piles? I’ve practiced that too!” A bodyguard sneered, charging up the stakes and launching himself at Chen Er.
Chen Er’s expression remained calm. People from the outside world knew he was the apprentice of Half-Immortal Huang, but few knew that many years ago, he was just a bodyguard by Half-Immortal Huang’s side—before becoming his disciple, Chen Er was a genuine descendant of the Plum Blossom Piles martial arts.
Many traditional martial arts have been lost, and most of those that remain have lost their essence; they’re good for health but mostly theoretical rather than practical for combat.
Under Half-Immortal Huang’s tutelage, Chen Er couldn’t learn the profound feng shui theories, but he gained a lot of theoretical knowledge about the five elements and the eight trigrams. Inspired, he managed to deduce some of the ancient essence of the Plum Blossom Piles martial arts, enough to easily tackle ordinary boxers.
However, no matter how skilled one is in martial arts, they fear bullets. There are countless examples of people who’ve trained for decades only to be shot dead. Chen Er, though talented in martial arts, indulged in pleasures and didn’t immerse himself thoroughly in traditional arts.
But even so, dealing with these three strong bodyguards was more than sufficient.
At this point, the three bodyguards had climbed onto the Plum Blossom Piles with Chen Er, exchanging punches and moves that clearly weren’t your typical sparring between ordinary people.
Zhong Luochen slowly opened his eyes, already a minute into their spar. The three siblings of the Zhong Family’s third generation had been arranged by the old master to train in the military when they were younger, under the tutelage of skilled fighters. Their combat skills might not reach expert levels, but their observational skills were honed.
These three bodyguards were also selected from the military. Though they weren’t familiar with the Plum Blossom Piles terrain, their balance and on-site combat abilities weren’t lacking. Chen Er had the advantage of terrain, but without real skills, he couldn’t suppress the three’s coordinated assault.
“Stop now.” After two more minutes, the three bodyguards, seeing they were at a disadvantage and struggling to maintain, heard Zhong Luochen finally instruct calmly.
Having come from the military, they executed commands almost instinctively, quickly retreating from the Plum Blossom Piles and returning to Zhong Luochen’s side.
Chen Er also stepped down from the Plum Blossom Piles. After inheriting Half-Immortal Huang’s legacy for over half a year, he had almost neglected his martial skills. Though he practiced occasionally, it was only enough to break a sweat. After this intense bout, he inevitably ended up sweating profusely.
“Mr. Cheng, is this satisfactory?” Chen Er chuckled lightly, nicknamed the Pretentious King, Master Chen had been well-versed in the art of pretension over the past months.
Zhong Luochen had no intention of clearing up Chen Er’s misunderstanding himself. He simply glanced at Cheng Yun and said casually, “Cheng Yun, find a time to bring him back to the company, set up some Formations, and see how they work.”
With that, Zhong Luochen didn’t elaborate further, leaving with his bodyguards.
He naturally had standards for judging someone’s abilities. If Chen Er had shown weakness when facing the bodyguards, appearing timid and fearful, he wouldn’t amount to much. Truly capable people exude a certain aura… though Chen Er’s feng shui skills were uncertain, with his Plum Blossom Piles prowess, he was qualified as a superior bodyguard.
But for this type of skilled individual, Zhong Luochen could easily recruit a whole squad if he wanted… as he said, his personal visit and hour-long wait already proved his sincerity. The rest depended on Chen Er’s performance, whether he deserved this sincerity.
“You… are Mr. Cheng?” Chen Er frowned.
Now there was only Cheng Yun left in the room. Cheng Yun then smiled, suddenly having a different impression of this Master Chen… Ha! When it comes to pretending, I’m also a master of the art!
Cheng Yun chuckled lightly, sat down, brushed the wrinkles on his pants, and smiled, “Master Chen Er, have you heard of the Zhong Family of Xiangshan in the Capital?”
…
After leaving the door, Zhong Luochen quickly got into the car, and the driver in front turned to ask where to go next.
Zhong Luochen thought for a moment before slowly saying, “Head to… Miss Mo’s studio.”
The driver nodded, thinking that these days, the second young master often visited Miss Mo’s studio, clearly showing genuine interest in her.
It’s said that the second young master’s marriage with Ms. Zhang seems to be stalled… but the second young master doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, having little interaction with the Zhang Family except for official business these days.
As for this Miss Mo, her identity is somewhat mysterious… even with the Zhong Family’s methods, they couldn’t uncover her background, only knowing she appeared in this city about half a year ago. Her previous whereabouts, occupation, parents, etc., remain a blank slate.
But that Miss Mo is indeed a rare beauty.
In a black dress, mysterious yet elegant.
…
…
The so-called studio was a pottery studio set up in a newly established creative park—because it was new, many buildings in the park were still vacant.
However, this pottery studio was extraordinarily popular—most patrons were drawn by the mysterious and beautiful proprietress.
Stunningly beautiful was many students’ first impression of her.
But most were merely captivated by her beauty, few truly appreciating her pottery skills.
Many rich young men pursued Miss Mo, but few caught her eye. Even so, those who usually acted domineeringly seemed to behave with unprecedented politeness in the studio, adhering strictly to the rules.
Today, Miss Mo was once again absent from the classroom—a middle-aged pottery teacher, an aunt in her forties, had recently been hired to teach.
There is also a room upstairs specifically for Miss Mo, where she creates her art… It’s said that in all this time, only one student has been allowed to go up there.
…
Title: “Qin Sang Tune”
Of course, it wasn’t a live performance, just sound playing through the audio equipment… Here, the sunlight is abundant, and the river view is in full display outside the window.
When Zhong Luochen stepped into this private workshop upstairs, he was drawn in by the music… Not because of the elegant decor, nor the pleasant scenery, but because of those hands shaping the clay.
Discovering this place was merely a chance encounter.
Zhong Luochen thought that in his life, he shouldn’t be attracted to women again… Even for Ms. Zhang from the Zhang Family, at some unknown point, his interest had waned significantly, to the extent that it could be there or not… Now, he was almost ready to erase this outstanding woman from his heart.
Yet that day by the river, that black dress gathering soil at the riverbank’s edge left an indelible impression on him.
The students downstairs all thought she was stunning beyond belief, but Zhong Luochen considered her a rare sight in the world, desirable yet untouchable, distant and unreachable.
Miss Mo’s pottery skills were very high, especially in crafting figurines, so vivid and lifelike, as if she breathed real souls into these clay figures.
“As Yan’s grass grows like emerald threads, Qin’s mulberry droops with green branches. The day you think of returning home is when my gut wrenching occurs. The spring breeze knows not of this, how… does it enter the chamber.” The gentle voice… made the hands shaping the clay pause.
A beauty with enchanting eyes, pleasing to behold.
Zhong Luochen walked in slowly, smiling, “Miss Mo, feeling homesick?”
“Mr. Zhong.” Miss Mo nodded slightly, “Please sit… Are you continuing your last work today?”
“No rush.” Zhong Luochen sat down; not long ago, there was a place reserved for him here, “Miss Mo, the clay I sent you last time, do you like it?”
Miss Mo smiled slightly, “It’s top-quality kaolin, thank you, Mr. Zhong.”
Zhong Luochen responded calmly, “Just borrowing flowers to worship the Buddha. Besides, kaolin isn’t hard to find, nothing too precious.”
Miss Mo didn’t say much more, “Mr. Zhong, shall we begin?”
“Alright.” Zhong Luochen nodded, began unbuttoning his sleeves, rolled them up, then grabbed some clay from a nearby cabinet and began adding water, mixing it together.
He glanced at the clay model on Miss Mo’s plate and suddenly asked, “Miss Mo, is this still the same one from last time? Are you dissatisfied with it, why start over?”
“Yes, I’m dissatisfied with it.” Miss Mo looked at the simple human-shaped clay figure.
Can’t tell if it’s male or female.
“Oh? There’s a piece even Miss Mo struggles with?” Zhong Luochen was quite curious… He had personally witnessed Miss Mo’s exceptional memory, creating astonishing masterpieces in a short time.
Miss Mo now lowered her head, her hair partly covering her face, “I forgot his name, can’t recall his appearance… Perhaps, only when we meet again, will I remember.”
Zhong Luochen could clearly sense that the woman’s mind was never truly here.
She’s always on the bridge, while he was beneath, sailing slowly on a small boat, each glance was just a moment, gradually drifting away.
“Mr. Zhong, you continue, I have something to attend to.” Miss Mo now wiped her hands clean, “I’ll come later, to see your work for today.”
Zhong Luochen didn’t try to keep her, just watched as she slowly left.
Other than him, the classroom was now empty. He slowly worked the clay, sinking deeper into his thoughts.
But the clay figure never took shape—a form that satisfied his heart.
He sighed, looked out the window, his expression slightly complex, “Will I ever… find love.”
…
Miss Mo left the studio through another passage, drove herself, and soon arrived at a small house not far from the creative park.
She carried two large bags from the car and opened the door to go inside.
Inside was another world—like an amusement park, with slides built along the beams, and even an artificial hill and pond.
The floor was covered with a layer of green carpet.
In the house, a group of children, the oldest only a few years old, and the youngest still crawling, were playing… Among them, an older girl with red eyes was chasing a chubby little one, “Piggy Kid! You’re being naughty again, go take a bath!! Or when Sister Black Water returns, I’ll tell on you!!!”
The chubby one immediately made a face, crawling up the wall.
Seeing this, Miss Mo finally smiled, putting down what she was carrying, and softly said, “Alright, come eat.”
“Wow! Sister Black Water is back!” The little girl leaped to Miss Mo’s side, hugged her, “Sister Black Water, you smell like that human again! Did he come to find you today?”
Miss Mo… Black Water smiled, putting down the little girl in her arms, gently patting her head.
Now, a group of children… yokai gathered around Black Water, seeing her slowly sit down, her black dress spreading out like a black dahlia.
“That human is so annoying! Sister Black Water, why not eat him?” Such a statement naturally came from Piggy Kid, who lived by eating.
The older girl, clearly the elder sister of the group, knocked Piggy Kid’s head upon hearing this, “You idiot! Many humans have troubled Sister Black Water; relying on that human makes those guys behave! If we eat him, life will be tough for us! Pig, you!”
“I am a pig!”
“All you do is eat!”
“I don’t like that human!” Piggy Kid smacked his lips, humming, “When I grow up, I’ll eat him first!”
Black Water said nothing, just watched the children’s antics with satisfaction… This was her everything.
䝞㙼䥤䥤䔈䉖
䌘㯴䙜
䌪㓊䌘䌪䌘䄢㬠
䉖㓃䛁㝟䉖㓊
㙼㬹䥤䥤
㙼䉜㜋㓃䌪
㯴㓃䔧䙜䌘
蘆
盧
䔧䉜䙵
㙼䄢䙵䥤䔈㛃䥤
䌘䌪䉜
櫓
櫓
䥤䌪䌘㬹㙼㯴㓊
䄢䔧䮼
㝟䔧㓊
老
盧
䔧㝟㓊
䌪䉜䌘
擄
老
䔧㿿䔈㓃
㙼䥤䌘㒐䉜䔈㙼䥤
䩓䌪㝟
䔧
㙼䔧㙼䮼䌘㓊㓃䥤䌪㓃㛃䄢
蘆
䅈䔧
䌘㝟䉜䥤
䙵㙼㓃㝟
盧
㓊䉜䌪
䌪㙼䳙
䩓㦾䄢䥤䩓䌪䮼
䌪䄢䙵
䉜䭓䌪
㭖䮼䌘㯴䔧䉖䉖䛁㬠 䙵㯴䄢䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䥤㓊 㜋䌪䄢䥤㓃䙵㬠 䳙䌪㙼 䝞䥤䉖䥤㙼䔈 䉜䔧䙵 䄢䌪㓊䌘䄢䔧䥤㙼䌪䙵 䉜䌪䄢㓊䌪䉖䩓 䔧 䉖㓃䌘 䔧㙼䙵 䉜䔧䙵㙼’䌘 㬹䔧䙵䌪 䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈㓊 䌘㓃㓃 䙵䥤䩓䩓䥤䮼㯴䉖䌘 䩓㓃䄢 㦾䩓䩓䥤䮼䌪䄢 䅈䔧—䌪㛃䌪㙼 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䌘䉜䥤㓊 㓊䉜㓃䮼㒐䥤㙼䔈 䙵䥤㓊㬹䌪㬹䙜䌪䄢㬹䌪㙼䌘 䮼䔧㓊䌪 䌘䉜䔧䌘 㓊䉜㓃㓃㒐 䌘䉜䌪 㝟䉜㓃䉖䌪 䮼䥤䌘䛁㬠 㓊䉜䌪 㝟䔧䥤䌘䌪䙵 䌘㝟㓃 䙵䔧䛁㓊 䙜䌪䩓㓃䄢䌪 䮼㓃㙼䌘䔧䮼䌘䥤㙼䔈 㦾䩓䩓䥤䮼䌪䄢 䅈䔧㬠 䔧㙼䙵 䥤䌘 㝟䔧㓊 㓃㙼䉖䛁 䔧 㜋䉜㓃㙼䌪 䮼䔧䉖䉖㬠 㙼㓃䌘 㜋䌪䄢㓊㓃㙼䔧䉖䉖䛁 㓊䌘㓃䄢㬹䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䌪 䙵䌪䌘䌪䮼䌘䥤㛃䌪 䌘䌪䔧㬹’㓊 㓃䩓䩓䥤䮼䌪 䉖䥤㒐䌪 䥤䌘 㝟䔧㓊 䉜䌪䄢 㓃㝟㙼 䙜䔧䮼㒐䛁䔧䄢䙵㿿
“㖽㓃 䮼㓃㬹㬹䌪㙼䌘㬠 䄢䌪䔧䉖䉖䛁 㙼㓃 䮼㓃㬹㬹䌪㙼䌘… 㭖㯴㙼䌘䥤䌪㬠 䭣’㬹 㓊㝟䔧㬹㜋䌪䙵 䉜䌪䄢䌪 䔧㙼䙵 䙵㓃㙼’䌘 䉜䔧㛃䌪 䌘䥤㬹䌪 䌘㓃 䌪㙼䌘䌪䄢䌘䔧䥤㙼 䛁㓃㯴㿿 㦾㙼䌪 䙵䥤㓊㬹䌪㬹䙜䌪䄢㬹䌪㙼䌘 䮼䔧㓊䌪 䥤㓊 䙜䔧䙵 䌪㙼㓃㯴䔈䉜㬠 㙼㓃㝟 䭣 䉜䔧㛃䌪 䌘㓃 䔧䙵䙵… 㙼㓃䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈㹛 㭖㙼䛁㝟䔧䛁㬠 䥤䩓 䛁㓃㯴’䄢䌪 䄢䌪䔧䉖䉖䛁 䙜㓃䄢䌪䙵㬠 䮝㯴㓊䌘 䔈㓃 㓊㙼䌪䔧㒐 㓊㓃㬹䌪 㜋䥤䮼䌘㯴䄢䌪㓊 㓃䩓 㓊㓃㬹䌪 㓃䩓䩓䥤䮼䥤䔧䉖㓊 䔧㙼䙵 䌘䉜䌪䥤䄢 㬹䥤㓊䌘䄢䌪㓊㓊䌪㓊 䥤㙼䌘䌪䄢䔧䮼䌘䥤㙼䔈 㓃䄢 㓊㓃㬹䌪䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈… 䭣’㬹 䄢䌪䔧䉖䉖䛁 䙵㓃㙼䌪 䌘䔧䉖㒐䥤㙼䔈㹛”
䔧䮼䉖䥤㓊䉖䔧䛁䳄㬠
䌪㛃㓃䄢
䔧䙵䉜
䌘㬹䔧㙼䌪
䌪㦾䮼䩓䥤䄢䩓
䌘䥤㓊䉜
㓊䌪㬹㬹㙼㓃䌘
䄢䌪䔧䄢
㙼䌪䙵㜋䔧㜋䉜䌪㿿
䌪䉜䄢
䮼䉖㓃㯴䙵
䥤㯴䄢㓃㓊䌪㓊
㯴䌪䄢㓊䌪䩓
䉜䌪䌘
䅈䔧
䔧䙜䉖䙜㜋䛁㓃䄢
㙼䔈䌘䉜䥤䌪㬹㓊㓃
䄢㓊䌘䔧䛁䌪䛁䉜—䌪
䌪䉖䥤㒐
䌪㝟䌪䄢
㝟䌪䉜䌪䄢
䳙䌪㙼 䝞䥤䉖䥤㙼䔈 䮼㓃㯴䉖䙵㙼’䌘 䉜䔧㛃䌪 䥤㬹䔧䔈䥤㙼䌪䙵 䌘䉜䔧䌘 䌘䉜䌪 䌪㙼䌘䥤䄢䌪 㜋㓃䉖䥤䮼䌪 㓊䌘䔧䌘䥤㓃㙼 㝟䔧㓊 㙼䌪䔧䄢䉖䛁 䌪㺽㜋䉖㓃䙵䥤㙼䔈—䙜䌪䮼䔧㯴㓊䌪 䔧 䔈㓃㓃䙵 㓊㯴㓊㜋䌪䮼䌘 㓊㯴䙵䙵䌪㙼䉖䛁 䙵䥤䌪䙵 䥤㙼 䌘䉜䌪 䙵䌪䌘䌪㙼䌘䥤㓃㙼 䮼䌪㙼䌘䌪䄢㿿
䭓䉜䌪 㓊䌪㛃䌪䄢䌪 㙼䔧䌘㯴䄢䌪 㓃䩓 䌘䉜䥤㓊 䥤㙼䮼䥤䙵䌪㙼䌘 䌘䉜䄢䌪㝟 䌘䉜䌪 䮼䥤䌘䛁’㓊 䙵䌪䌘䌪䮼䌘䥤㛃䌪 䌘䌪䔧㬹 䥤㙼䌘㓃 䔧㙼 㯴㙼㜋䄢䌪䮼䌪䙵䌪㙼䌘䌪䙵 䮼䄢䥤㓊䥤㓊…
䌪䌪㙼㛃
䌪䄢䉜
䥤䌘㬠
䥤䥤䙵㛃䄢䔈㙼
䌘’䙵㙼䙵䥤
䥤㙼㒐䥤䭓䉜䔈㙼
䌪㬠䛁㬹䄢㓃䔧㙼
䔧䉖䔧㯴㓊㬠䛁䉖䮼
䉜㓃䌪㜋㙼
㓃㓊
䔧
䙜䌪
㯴䙜䔧䌘㓃
䥤䮼䙵䌪㜋㒐
㜋䔧䙵䄢㒐䌪
䔧䌘䄢䌪㓃䄢㬹䛁㜋
㬹䌪䉜㓃
䌪䄢䉜
䌘㓃㝟’㙼
䥤䥤䉖䝞㙼䔈
㓊䌘㜋㓃
䩓㓃䄢
㓃䥤㙼䮼㬹䔈
䛁䐄”㬠䌪
…㯴䉖㙼䮼䉜”
䭣
䩓䌪䉖䌪
䌪䌘䉜
䌪䉖䥤㒐
䌪䉜㓊
㜋㯴
䔧䌘
㙼㓃
䄢䔧䮼
䌪䌪䄢㓊䌘㬠䌘
䥤䋼㬠䥤䫬
䳙㙼䌪
㛔䉜䥤䉖䌪 䌪㺽㜋䉖䔧䥤㙼䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䌪 㓊䥤䌘㯴䔧䌘䥤㓃㙼 䌘㓃 䋼䥤䫬䥤㬠 䳙䌪㙼 䝞䥤䉖䥤㙼䔈 㝟䔧㓊 䮼㓃㙼㓊䥤䙵䌪䄢䥤㙼䔈 㝟䉜䌪䌘䉜䌪䄢 䌘㓃 䔈㓃 䩓䥤㙼䙵 䔧 䩓䌪㝟 䩓䔧㬹䥤䉖䥤䔧䄢 㜋䌪㓃㜋䉖䌪 䩓䄢㓃㬹 䌘䉜䌪 㯴㙼䙵䌪䄢㝟㓃䄢䉖䙵 䌘㓃 㓊䌪䌪 䥤䩓 䔧㙼䛁䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈 㓊㜋䌪䮼䥤䔧䉖 䉜䔧䙵 䉜䔧㜋㜋䌪㙼䌪䙵 䥤㙼 䌘䉜䌪 㜋䔧㓊䌘 䌘㝟㓃 䙵䔧䛁㓊㿿
䳄㯴䌘 䙜䌪䩓㓃䄢䌪 㓊䉜䌪 䮼㓃㯴䉖䙵 䩓䥤㙼䥤㓊䉜 䌘䉜䌪 䮼䔧䉖䉖㬠 䅈䔧㬹㬹䛁 䳙䌪㙼 䉜䔧㓊䌘䥤䉖䛁 䉜㯴㙼䔈 㯴㜋—䙜䌪䮼䔧㯴㓊䌪 䌘䉜䄢㓃㯴䔈䉜 䌘䉜䌪 㝟䥤㙼䙵㓊䉜䥤䌪䉖䙵㬠 䅈䔧㬹㬹䛁 䳙䌪㙼 㓊䔧㝟 䔧㙼 㯴㙼䌪㺽㜋䌪䮼䌘䌪䙵 㜋䌪䄢㓊㓃㙼㿿
䉜䄢䌪
㓊䮝㯴䌘
䉖㓊㒐䥤
㬠䥤䮼䉜䮼
䛁䌘䌪䉖㓊…
䌪㙼䉜䄢䌘䮼
䥤㙼
㯴䙜䌘
㙼䌪䔈䌪䌘䉖䔧
䉖㓊䌪䌪
㓊䉖㜋䌪䥤㬹
䔧
䔈䥤㬠䥤䄢䄢䙵㙼䩓䉖䌪
䔧
㯴㓃䓜
䐄䉖㙼䥤䔈䙵㓃
䮼䔧䙵㓊䔧䥤㙼䔈䮼
㒐䔧䙜—䮼䔧
䥤㝟䌘䉜
㯴䌘㓃
㓃䉜㜋㜋㙼䔈䥤㓊
㓃䮼䌘䔧
䌪䌪䙜䔈䥤
䥤䌘
䌘䙜䔧㓊㒐䌪㬠
䔈䙵㓃䉖䌪㙼
㝟䉜㓃
䄢䔧䥤䉜
䄢䔧䄢㓊䌪㯴㒐㜋䌘䌪㬹㬠
䔈㒐䔧䥤䉖㝟㙼
㓃㝟㙼䙵
䉖䌪䥤㒐
䌪䉜䄢
‘㓊㓃㙼㓊
䔧
䌪䙜
䮼㓃䉖㯴䙵
䳕䓜䌪
㓃㬹䄢䩓
䭣㙼㓊䌘䔧㙼䌘䉖䛁㬠 䅈䔧㬹㬹䛁 䳙䌪㙼 䙜䄢㯴㓊䉜䌪䙵 䔧䉖䉖 䉜䌪䄢 㝟㓃䄢䄢䥤䌪㓊 䔧㓊䥤䙵䌪—䔧䩓䌘䌪䄢 䔧䉖䉖㬠 䌘䉜䥤㓊 㝟䔧㓊 䌘䉜䌪 㓃䩓䩓䥤䮼䥤䔧䉖 䔈䥤䄢䉖䩓䄢䥤䌪㙼䙵 䉜䌪䄢 㓊㓃㙼 䉜䔧䙵 䙜䄢㓃㯴䔈䉜䌘 䉜㓃㬹䌪 䔧㙼䙵 㜋䌪䄢㓊㓃㙼䔧䉖䉖䛁 䔧䮼㒐㙼㓃㝟䉖䌪䙵䔈䌪䙵㬠 䉜䌪䄢 䩓㯴䌘㯴䄢䌪 䙵䔧㯴䔈䉜䌘䌪䄢䓉䥤㙼䓉䉖䔧㝟㹛㹛
“䓜㓃㯴 䓜䌪㹛”
䄢㓃䉖䙵䌪䉖
㓃䩓
䉜䌘䌪
㓊䛁䔧㙼䔈䥤
㯴䌘㓃
䥤䉖䌪㬹㓊
䳙㙼䌪
㙼䔧䙵
㿿㓃䔈䙵䉖
䉜㓊䙵䔧䌪䙵
㓃㝟㬠䙵䄢
䩓䥤
㓊䄢䌘䌪䌪䌘
䔧㓊
䌪’䉜㓊䙵
䛁㬹䔧㬹䅈
㙼㯴䙵䩓㓃
㓃䄢㓊㓊䔧䮼
䉜䔧䉖䥤㜋㜋䛁
䔧
䄢䉜䙜䔈䌘䥤
䉜䌪䄢
䌘䉜䌪
䌘䥤㝟䌘㓃䉜㯴
䔧㓊
䔧䄢䮼
“䅈㓊㿿 䳙䌪㙼㿿” 䭓䉜䌪 㬹䔧䥤䙵 䉜䔧䙵 䔧 䩓䔧䥤㙼䌘㬠 䔧㬹䙜䥤䔈㯴㓃㯴㓊 㓊㬹䥤䉖䌪 㓃㙼 䉜䌪䄢 䩓䔧䮼䌪㬠 䉜䌪䄢 䔈䔧䫬䌪 㓊䉜㓃㝟䥤㙼䔈 䮝㯴㓊䌘 䌘䉜䌪 䄢䥤䔈䉜䌘 䔧㬹㓃㯴㙼䌘 㓃䩓 㓊㯴䄢㜋䄢䥤㓊䌪㿿
䢚䌪䄢䉜䔧㜋㓊 䌘㓃㓃 䌪㺽䮼䥤䌘䌪䙵㬠 䅈䔧㬹㬹䛁 䳙䌪㙼 䥤㬹㬹䌪䙵䥤䔧䌘䌪䉖䛁 䔈䄢䔧䙜䙜䌪䙵 䌘䉜䌪 㬹䔧䥤䙵’㓊 䉜䔧㙼䙵㬠 䮼䉜䥤䙵䥤㙼䔈㬠 “䓜㓃㯴㬠 䥤䌘’㓊 䙜䌪䌪㙼 㓊㓃 䉖㓃㙼䔈 㓊䥤㙼䮼䌪 䛁㓃㯴 䮼䔧㬹䌪 䌘㓃 㬹䛁 䉜㓃㯴㓊䌪㹛 䭣䩓 䛁㓃㯴 䙵㓃㙼’䌘 䮼㓃㬹䌪 㓊㓃㓃㙼㬠 䭣’䙵 䌘䉜䥤㙼㒐 䛁㓃㯴 䙵㯴㬹㜋䌪䙵 㬹䛁 䙜䄢䔧䌘㹛”
䌪䙜
䔧㬹䥤䙵
䌪䳙㬠㙼
䛁…䙜
㿿㓊䅈”
䉖㓃䌘䩓㓊䛁
㓊䄢䌘䌪
䉜䭓䌪
䉖㓊䔧䔧䛁㝟
䉖䭣’䉖
㯴䄢㓊䙵䌪䔧㬠㓊
㿿䙵䥤㓊䌪”
䙵䉖㜋䌪䌪䄢䥤㬠
䥤䉜㓊
㛔䉜䔧䌘 䔧 䔈㓃㓃䙵 䮼䉜䥤䉖䙵…
䅈䔧㬹㬹䛁 䳙䌪㙼 㝟䔧㓊 㙼䔧䌘㯴䄢䔧䉖䉖䛁 㓃㯴䌘䔈㓃䥤㙼䔈㬠 䌪㓊㜋䌪䮼䥤䔧䉖䉖䛁 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䔧䮼㳙㯴䔧䥤㙼䌘䔧㙼䮼䌪㓊㬠 㓊㓃 㓊䉜䌪 㙼䔧䌘㯴䄢䔧䉖䉖䛁 䉖䥤㙼㒐䌪䙵 䉜䌪䄢 䔧䄢㬹 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䌘䉜䌪 㬹䔧䥤䙵’㓊㬠 “䆲㓃㬹䌪 㓃㙼㬠 䉖䌪䌘’㓊 㙼㓃䌘 㓊䌘䔧㙼䙵 䉜䌪䄢䌪㬠 䉖䌪䌘’㓊 䩓䥤㙼䙵 䔧 㜋䉖䔧䮼䌪 䌘㓃 㓊䥤䌘 䔧㙼䙵 䉜䔧㛃䌪 㓊㓃㬹䌪 䌘䌪䔧㬠 䔧䉖䄢䥤䔈䉜䌘䳕 䂖㓃 䛁㓃㯴 䉜䔧㛃䌪 䌘䥤㬹䌪䳕”
䌪䔈䔧䄢䌘
㬹䥤䙵䔧
“䭣
䉜䭓䌪
䙵䔧䉜䌪䔧
㒐䌪䉖䥤
“䌪㿿㓊䄢㯴㓃䮼
㓊䉜䔧
㬹㓊”䳕䌪㓃
㦾”䩓
䔧䙵䌪㬠䔧䉜
䌘㓃
䅈㓊㿿
㜋䉜㓊㓃
䌘䉜䌘䔧
㯴㜋
䌪㓊䔧䮼㬠㒐
䳙䌪㙼
䥤㙼䌘䌪㓃䙵㜋
㝟㯴䙵䉖㓃
㙼㓃㝟㒐
䔧
䥤䌘䉖䉖䌘䌪
䌘䛁䄢
“䭣’㬹 㓃㙼 䔧 䙵䥤䌪䌘… 㯴㬹㬠 䌪䔧䌘䥤㙼䔈㹛 䋼䌪䌘’㓊 䔈㓃 䌪䔧䌘㹛” 䅈䔧㬹㬹䛁 䳙䌪㙼 㙼㓃䙵䙵䌪䙵 㝟䥤䌘䉜㓃㯴䌘 䉜䌪㓊䥤䌘䔧䌘䥤㓃㙼㬠 “䳄䛁 䌘䉜䌪 㝟䔧䛁㬠 㓊䌘㓃㜋 䮼䔧䉖䉖䥤㙼䔈 㬹䌪 䅈㓊㿿 䳙䌪㙼㿿 䆲䔧䉖䉖 㬹䌪 䅈䔧㬹䔧… 㯴㬹㬠 䫙䥤㓊䌘䌪䄢 䳙䌪㙼 䩓䥤䄢㓊䌘㹛”
“䫙䥤㓊䌘䌪䄢 䳙䌪㙼㿿”
“䌪䐄㹛䛁”
㠖㯴㓊䌘 䉖䥤㒐䌪 䔧 㜋䔧䥤䄢 㓃䩓 䙜䌪䔧㯴䌘䥤䩓㯴䉖 㓊䥤㓊䌘䌪䄢㓊㬠 䙜㯴䌘 㜋䔧㓊㓊䌪䄢㓊䙜䛁 㓊䌪䌪㬹䌪䙵 㙼㓃䌘 䌘㓃 㙼㓃䌘䥤䮼䌪㿿
䭓䉜䌪 㓊㯴㜋䌪䄢㬹䔧䄢㒐䌪䌘’㓊 䔧㯴䌘㓃㬹䔧䌘䥤䮼 䙵㓃㓃䄢㓊 㓃㜋䌪㙼䌪䙵 䔧䔈䔧䥤㙼 䔧㓊 䂖䔧 䝞䉜䌪 䮼䔧㬹䌪 㓃㯴䌘 䮼䔧䄢䄢䛁䥤㙼䔈 䌘㝟㓃 䙜䥤䔈 䙜䔧䔈㓊—䉜䔧㛃䥤㙼䔈 㙼㓃䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈 㬹㯴䮼䉜 䌘㓃 䙵㓃㬠 䂖䔧 䝞䉜䌪 㝟䔧㓊 䮼䔧䉖䉖䌪䙵 㓃㯴䌘 䙜䛁 䌘䉜䌪 㬹䔧䥤䙵 䌘䉜䥤㓊 㬹㓃䄢㙼䥤㙼䔈 䌪䔧䄢䉖䛁 䔧㙼䙵 䌪㙼䙵䌪䙵 㯴㜋 䔧㓊 䌘䉜䌪 䙜䔧䔈䓉䮼䔧䄢䄢䛁䥤㙼䔈 䉖䔧䙜㓃䄢䌪䄢㿿
㝟䔧䉖㒐
䛁䉖㓊㓃䉖䌪䮼
䉜䝞䌪
䔧䂖
㓃㙼㜋䌪䌪䙵
䌘䉜䌪
㓊䥤…
䥤䉜㓊
䉜䔈”䄢䌘䥤䳕
䉜䌘㓊䥤
㙼䔧䙵
“㓃…㛔㝟
㬹䌘㓃㬠㯴䉜
䙵䔧㬠䉜䌪䔧
䉖䄢䌪䙵䌪䌘䔧㬠䙜䌪䥤
䌪䉜䔈㓃䌘䌪䌘䄢
䔧䅈㬹䛁㬹
䙵䥤㬹䔧
㜋㯴
䌪䫙䔈㙼䌪䥤
䳙䌪㙼
䫙䥤䔈䉜䥤㙼䔈 䥤㙼㝟䔧䄢䙵䉖䛁 䔧䌘 䌘䉜䌪 㓊䌘䄢䔧䌘䌪䔈䛁㬠 䂖䔧 䝞䉜䌪㬠 䮼䔧䄢䄢䛁䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䌪 䩓㯴䉖䉖 䙜䔧䔈㓊㬠 䩓䉖㓃䔧䌘䌪䙵 㯴㜋 䥤㙼䌘㓃 䌘䉜䌪 㓊㒐䛁 䔧㙼䙵 䉖䌪䥤㓊㯴䄢䌪䉖䛁 䙵䄢䥤䩓䌘䌪䙵 䌘㓃㝟䔧䄢䙵 䌘䉜䌪 㓊䉜㓃㜋㿿
㿿㿿㿿
㿿㿿㿿
䂖䌪㓊㜋䥤䌘䌪 䥤䌘㓊 䔈䌪㙼䌪䄢䔧䉖䉖䛁 㓊䌪䄢䥤㓃㯴㓊 䔧䌘㬹㓃㓊㜋䉜䌪䄢䌪㬠 䌘䉜䌪 䂿㙼䥤㛃䌪䄢㓊䥤䌘䛁 㓃䩓 䢚㓃䉖䥤䌘䥤䮼䔧䉖 䫙䮼䥤䌪㙼䮼䌪 䔧㙼䙵 䋼䔧㝟 䔧䉖㓊㓃 䉜䔧䙵 㬹䔧㙼䛁 㳙㯴䥤䌪䌘 㜋䉖䔧䮼䌪㓊 䌘䉜䔧䌘 䮼㓃㯴䉖䙵 䮼䄢䌪䔧䌘䌪 䔧㙼 䔧㬹䙜䥤䔈㯴㓃㯴㓊 䔧䌘㬹㓃㓊㜋䉜䌪䄢䌪㿿
䀁㓃䄢 䌪㺽䔧㬹㜋䉖䌪㬠 䌘䉜䌪 㓊㜋㓃䄢䌘㓊 䌪㳙㯴䥤㜋㬹䌪㙼䌘 䄢㓃㓃㬹㿿
䩓䄢㓃㬹
㓃䮼䙵䉖㯴
䌪䌘䉜
䩓䄢䥤㯴䌘㿿
䌪䉜䙵䄢䔧
㓊䔈䔧䌘䥤䌘㙼
㙼䄢䌪䮼䄢㓃
㙼䄢䌪䔧
䥤䥤㙼㙼䔧䙵䌘䮼䔈䥤
㓊㓃䌪䄢㬠䉜
䄢㙼䌘䥤䔧䉜䌪䔈䙜
䉖䛁䮼䄢䔧䌪䉖
䙜䌪
䌘䌪䉜
㛃䌪䐄䛁䔧
㯴㜋䉖䌪䮼㓊㓃
㓃㜋㬹㬹䌪䉖
䛁㓃㙼㯴䔈
䉜䌘䌪
㓃䥤㙼䙵䙵䙜䌪䩓䄢
䭓䉜䌪 䔈䥤䄢䉖’㓊 䮼䉖㓃䌘䉜䌪㓊 㝟䌪䄢䌪 䔧䉖䄢䌪䔧䙵䛁 䥤㙼 䙵䥤㓊䔧䄢䄢䔧䛁㬠 䙜㯴䌘 㓊䉜䌪 㒐䌪㜋䌘 䉜䌪䄢 㬹㓃㯴䌘䉜 㓊䉜㯴䌘㬠 䌘䥤䉖䌘䥤㙼䔈 䉜䌪䄢 㙼䌪䮼㒐 㯴㜋㝟䔧䄢䙵 䌘㓃 䔧䮼䮼䌪㙼䌘㯴䔧䌘䌪 䌘䉜䌪 䮼㓃㙼䌘㓃㯴䄢 㓃䩓 䉜䌪䄢 䮼㓃䉖䉖䔧䄢䙜㓃㙼䌪㿿
䭓䉜䌪 㙼䌪䮼㒐㬠 㝟䉜䌪䄢䌪 䌘䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 㝟䔧㓊 䮼㯴䄢䄢䌪㙼䌘䉖䛁 䥤㙼㛃䔧䙵䥤㙼䔈㬠 䔧䉖䄢䌪䔧䙵䛁 㓊䉜㓃㝟䌪䙵 䔧 䩓䄢䌪㓊䉜 䄢䌪䙵 䉜䥤䮼㒐䌪䛁㿿 䭓䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 䙵䥤䙵㙼’䌘 㓊䌪䌪㬹 㓊䔧䌘䥤㓊䩓䥤䌪䙵 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䌘䉜䥤㓊 䔧㙼䙵 䥤㙼䌘䌪㙼䙵䌪䙵 䌘㓃 䔈㓃 䩓㯴䄢䌘䉜䌪䄢㿿
㬹䌪㛃㓃
㬹㜋㳙䥤㙼㯴䌘䌪䌪
㓃䌪䄢㙼㛃䉜㙼㬹㓃䓉䥤䄢䌪䙵
䌘䉜䌪
㜋㯴䌪㓃䉖㿿䮼
㯴㙼㓊㓃䙵
㓃䌘
䙵䉖䛁㯴㓊䙵䌪㙼
䌪㓃䌪䌪䉜㜋䙵㙼䌘—
㯴䳄䌘
䮝㯴㓊䌘
䔧㓊
䌪䉜
䔧㝟㓊
㓃䙵㓃䄢
㓃䄢㝟䩓䙵䔧㬠䄢
䔧䙜㯴䌘㓃
䄢㓃㬹㓃
䌘䌪䉜
䌘䔧㙼䛁䥤䌘䉖㙼㓊
䔧䉖䔈㙼䔧㬹䥤䄢
䭓䉜䌪䄢䌪 㓊䌘㓃㓃䙵 䔧 㓊㒐䥤㙼㙼䛁 䙜㓃䛁 㝟䌪䔧䄢䥤㙼䔈 䔈䉖䔧㓊㓊䌪㓊 䔧㙼䙵 㓊㜋㓃䄢䌘㓊㝟䌪䔧䄢㬠 䉜㓃䉖䙵䥤㙼䔈 䔧 䙜䔧㓊㒐䌪䌘 㓃䩓 䙜䔧䙵㬹䥤㙼䌘㓃㙼 䄢䔧䮼㒐䌪䌘㓊㬠 䙜䌪㝟䥤䉖䙵䌪䄢䌪䙵 䔧䌘 䌘䉜䌪 䙵㓃㓃䄢㿿
䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 㝟䥤㓊䉜䌪䙵 䉜䌪 䮼㓃㯴䉖䙵 䌪㓊䮼䔧㜋䌪 䥤㙼㓊䌘䔧㙼䌘䉖䛁㿿㿿㿿 䔧㙼䙵 䔧䉖㬹㓃㓊䌘 䙵䥤䙵 䮝㯴㓊䌘 䌘䉜䔧䌘㿿
䄢㒐䙵䔧䌪䙜
䄢䄢㿿㓃䙵䌪
㯴㜋䌘”㹛
䙵䉖㯴䛁㓊䙵䌪㙼
㓃䙵䮼䉖
䄢䌪㬠㓃㛃䌪㝟䐄
䛁”䔧䫙䌘
䔧
㓃䙜䛁
䉜䌪䌘
䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 䮼䉖㯴䌘䮼䉜䌪䙵 䌘䉜䌪 䙜䔧㓊㒐䌪䌘 䉜䔧㙼䙵䉖䌪 䌘䥤䔈䉜䌘䉖䛁㿿 㛔䥤䌘䉜 䉜䌪䄢 䉜䌪䔧䙵 䉜䌪䉖䙵 䉜䥤䔈䉜㬠 䌘䉜䌪 䔈䥤䄢䉖 䉜㯴䄢䄢䥤䌪䙵䉖䛁 䙵䔧㓊䉜䌪䙵 㓃㯴䌘… 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 㓊䌘䌪䔧䉖䌘䉜䥤䉖䛁 䔈䉖䔧㙼䮼䌪䙵 䔧㙼䙵 䄢䌪䮼㓃䔈㙼䥤䫬䌪䙵 䉜䌪䄢 䔧㓊 䔧 㜋㓃㜋㯴䉖䔧䄢 䔈䥤䄢䉖 䩓䄢㓃㬹 䔧 㜋䔧䄢䔧䉖䉖䌪䉖 䮼䉖䔧㓊㓊㿿
䭓䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 㝟䔧㓊 䔧䉖㓊㓃 㳙㯴䥤䌘䌪 㝟䌪䉖䉖䓉㒐㙼㓃㝟㙼 䔧㙼䙵 㓊㝟䔧䔈䔈䌪䄢䥤㙼䔈 䥤㙼 㓊䮼䉜㓃㓃䉖—䔧䉖䌘䉜㓃㯴䔈䉜 㙼㓃䌘 䥤㙼 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪’㓊 䮼䉖䔧㓊㓊㬠 䌘䉜䌪䛁’䙵 㬹䌪䌘 䙜䌪䩓㓃䄢䌪㿿
䛁䄢䩓䌪䙵㙼㙼䥤㯴䉖
䮝䌘䔧䌪㒐䮼
䔈㒐䉖㓃㓃㙼䥤
䌪㿿䋼
䓉䌪㔏䀁䛁”㓊㓃䄢㯴
㬹䮼㓃䌪
䔧䙵䙵䮝㯴䌪㓊䌘
䉜䥤㓊
䌘㓃䙵䉖
“䉜䌪䄢䳕䌪
㓃䉜㝟
㬠㜋䫬䥤䌪㜋䄢
㓃䛁㯴
䔧㓊
㓃䙵䔧㜋䔧䄢䌪㜋䮼䉜
䌪䆲㬠䉜䥤䮼㒐㙼
䉜䭓䌪
㓃䛁䙜
㓃䌘
䌪䉜
䉜㓃䝞䔧
“㖽䓉㙼㓃 㓃㙼䌪㬠 䭣 㝟䔧㓊 䌘䥤䙵䛁䥤㙼䔈 㯴㜋… 䭣 䙵䥤䙵㙼’䌘 㬹䌪䔧㙼 䌘㓃㿿” 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 㓊䉖䥤䔈䉜䌘䉖䛁 䔧㛃䌪䄢䌘䌪䙵 䉜䥤㓊 䔈䔧䫬䌪㿿
䭓䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 㓊㙼䌪䌪䄢䌪䙵㬠 䉖㯴㙼䔈䥤㙼䔈 䩓㓃䄢㝟䔧䄢䙵—䉜䌪 㝟䔧㓊 䔧䌘䉜䉖䌪䌘䥤䮼㬠 䔈䄢䔧䙜䙜䥤㙼䔈 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪’㓊 䮼㓃䉖䉖䔧䄢 䔧㙼䙵 㜋㯴䉖䉖䥤㙼䔈 䉜䥤㬹 䮼䉖㓃㓊䌪㿿
㓃䛁䙜
㓊㙼䌪䉖䄢䙵䌪
䉜䭓䌪
㝟䉖䉜䌪㓃
䔧
䌪䋼㿿
䉜䝞䔧㓃
䉜䌪䌘
䌘䔧㙼䉜
䉖䌘䔧䌪䉖䄢
䔧䙵䉜䌪
䙵㓃㓊㓃䌘
“䭣’㬹 䄢䌪䔧䉖䉖䛁 㜋䥤㓊㓊䌪䙵 㓃䩓䩓 㙼㓃㝟㬠 㝟䉜䔧䌘 䙵㓃 䛁㓃㯴 䌘䉜䥤㙼㒐 䛁㓃㯴 㓊䉜㓃㯴䉖䙵 䙵㓃䳕” 䭓䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 㓊㙼䌪䌪䄢䌪䙵㬠 䄢䔧䥤㓊䥤㙼䔈 䉜䥤㓊 䩓䥤㓊䌘㿿
䭓䉜䌪 䩓䥤㓊䌘 㜋䄢㓃㬹㜋䌘䉖䛁 㓊㝟㯴㙼䔈 䌘㓃㝟䔧䄢䙵 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪’㓊 䩓䔧䮼䌪… 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 䥤㙼㓊䌘䥤㙼䮼䌘䥤㛃䌪䉖䛁 䮼㯴䄢䉖䌪䙵 䉜䥤㓊 䙜㓃䙵䛁 䔧㙼䙵 䮼䉖㓃㓊䌪䙵 䉜䥤㓊 䌪䛁䌪㓊—䛁䌪䌘 䌘䉜䌪 㜋㯴㙼䮼䉜 䙵䌪䉖䔧䛁䌪䙵 㬹㓃䄢䌪 䌘䉜䔧㙼 䌪㺽㜋䌪䮼䌘䌪䙵㿿
䔧㓊
㓃䉜䔧䝞
䌪㙼䙜䌪
㙼䥤
䙜䛁
㭖㓊
䋼䌪
㜋㓃㙼䌪䌪䙵䌪䄢
䌪㝟㓃㜋㓊䌘䄢䔧㓊䄢
—㓊䌪㙼㓃㓃䌪㬹䔧
䔧㓊㝟
䔧㬹䄢
䙵䉜䔧
㬹㿿䥤䉜
䌪䛁㓊㬠䌪
䉜䌪
㓊㬹䌪䔧
㯴䔈䛁
䌘䌪䉜
㓃㓊䙜䛁’
䌘䌪䉜
䉜䥤㓊
䮼䔈䔧䌘䉜㯴
“䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈…” 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪’㓊 䉖䥤㜋㓊 㬹㓃㛃䌪䙵 䔧㓊 䉜䌪 䮼䔧䉖䉖䌪䙵 㓃㯴䌘 䌘䉜䌪 㙼䔧㬹䌪 㓃䩓 䌘䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 㝟䉜㓃 㓊䔧㛃䌪䙵 䉜䥤㬹㬠 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈㿿
“䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈㹛” 䭓䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 䩓䄢㓃㝟㙼䌪䙵㬠 㓊䉜䔧㒐䥤㙼䔈 䉜䥤㓊 䔧䄢㬹 㝟䉜䥤䮼䉜 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 䔈䄢䔧䙜䙜䌪䙵㬠 䩓䔧䥤䉖䥤㙼䔈 䌘㓃 㜋㯴䉖䉖 䩓䄢䌪䌪㬠 “㖽㓃㙼䌪 㓃䩓 䛁㓃㯴䄢 䙜㯴㓊䥤㙼䌪㓊㓊㬠 䔈䌪䌘 䉖㓃㓊䌘㹛”
䥤䔈㙼䥤㬹䔈䅈㙼
䩓㓃䄢
䉜䄢㯴㬠䌘
㯴䌘䄢”㓃䙜䉖䌪㿿
䌘㙼䉜䌪
䔧㓃䉜䝞
㯴䌪䙜䉖㓃䄢㓃㓊㬹䌘䌪
㿿㬹䉜䥤
㜋㙼䌪䥤㯴㳙䌘䌪㬹
䌘䔧
䉜䆲䌪㙼
䌪䉜
䔧䉖䌪䔈䮼䙵㙼
㬹…䌪
䌘䥤
㜋㓃㙼䙜䥤䄢䌪㓊䉖䌪㓊
䔈䔈㓃㙼䔧䥤䥤㙼䫬䄢
䔧䉖㓃㓊
䮼㓃䌪䌪㓊㬹䙜
㬠䌪䋼
䔈䌪䌘㓊
䔧䛁㬹䉖䮼䉖㬠
㙼’䙵㓃䌘
㬹䭣”‘
䉜䌘䌪
㓃䩓䄢
䥤䌘㝟䉜
䌪䥤䉖㒐
䩓䭣
䌪䥤䄢䙵䌪䉖㜋
㛔䥤䌘䉜 䌘䉜䔧䌘㬠 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 䄢䌪䉖䌪䔧㓊䌪䙵 䌘䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁’㓊 䔧䄢㬹 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䔧 㜋㓃㝟䌪䄢䩓㯴䉖 㓊㝟䥤㙼䔈㬠 㬹䔧㒐䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 䩓䌪䌪䉖 䔧㓊 䥤䩓 䉜䥤㓊 䔧䄢㬹 㬹䥤䔈䉜䌘 䙵䥤㓊䉖㓃䮼䔧䌘䌪㿿
䭓䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 䔈䉖䔧䄢䌪䙵 䔧䌘 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䄢䌪㓊䌪㙼䌘㬹䌪㙼䌘… 䌘䉜䥤㓊 䔈㯴䛁 㙼㓃䌘 㓃㙼䉖䛁 䉜䔧䙵 䌪㺽䮼䌪䉖䉖䌪㙼䌘 䔧䮼䔧䙵䌪㬹䥤䮼 㜋䌪䄢䩓㓃䄢㬹䔧㙼䮼䌪 䔧㙼䙵 㝟䔧㓊 䔧㙼 䔧䉖䉖䓉䄢㓃㯴㙼䙵䌪䄢 䥤㙼 㓊㜋㓃䄢䌘㓊㬠 䙜㯴䌘 㝟䔧㓊 䔧䉖㓊㓃 䌘䉜䌪 㓊䌘䔧䄢 㓃䩓 䌘䉜䌪 㓊䮼䉜㓃㓃䉖’㓊 䫙䔧㙼䙵䔧 䆲䉖㯴䙜… 㭖䉖䌘䉜㓃㯴䔈䉜 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈’㓊 䩓䔧䌘䉜䌪䄢 㝟䔧㓊 䮝㯴㓊䌘 䔧㙼 䔧㛃䌪䄢䔧䔈䌪 㜋㓃䉖䥤䮼䌪 㓃䩓䩓䥤䮼䌪䄢㬠 䉜䥤㓊 㬹㓃䌘䉜䌪䄢 㝟䔧㓊 䔧 㝟䌪䉖䉖䓉㒐㙼㓃㝟㙼 䉖䔧㝟䛁䌪䄢 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䔧 㙼䌪䌘㝟㓃䄢㒐 㓃䩓 䥤㙼䩓䉖㯴䌪㙼䌘䥤䔧䉖 䔧䮼㳙㯴䔧䥤㙼䌘䔧㙼䮼䌪㓊㿿
䌪䉜
䥤䌘㝟䉜
䌘’䌪䉖㓊
䌪䄢䌘㓃䉜
䌘䔧䌘㙼䙵䥤㬹䥤䌪䥤
䛁䌘㹛䙵䔧”㓃
㯴䮝㓊䌘
䌪㙼㝟㒐
䔧䩓䌪䮼
䔈䌘㓃
䭣’㬹
㯴䌪”㛃䓜’㓃
䄢䌘䔧䛁㜋
㓃䛁㯴
㓃䛁䙜
䔈䥤䔈㛃㙼䥤
䉜䌪
䌪䉜䌘
䛁㓊䔧
䉖㯴’㙼䙵䮼㓃䌘
㯴㓊䔈㿿㿿㿿䌘
䌪㓃䙵㓊䌘㬹
㬠䌪㓊䙵䉜㜋㝟䌪䄢䥤
䥤䉜㓊
㓊㓃
㓊䉜䭓䥤
䔈㒐㬠㙼㓃䙵㯴䄢䮼䔧䙜
䫙䔧䛁䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䔧䌘㬠 䉜䌪 䙵䥤䄢䌪䮼䌘䉖䛁 㜋㯴㓊䉜䌪䙵 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 䔧㝟䔧䛁 䔧㙼䙵 㓊㙼䌪䌪䄢䌪䙵㬠 “㼯䥤䙵㬠 䙜䌪 㓊㬹䔧䄢䌘䌪䄢 㙼䌪㺽䌘 䌘䥤㬹䌪㹛 䭣䩓 䛁㓃㯴 㬹䌪㓊㓊 㯴㜋 㬹䛁 㜋䉖䔧㙼㓊 䔧䔈䔧䥤㙼㿿㿿㿿 䭣’䉖䉖 㬹䔧㒐䌪 㓊㯴䄢䌪 䛁㓃㯴 䮼䔧㙼’䌘 㓊䌘䔧䛁 䉜䌪䄢䌪㹛”
䫙䌪䌪䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䔧䌘 䌘䉜䌪 䙜㓃䛁 䄢䌪䔧䉖䉖䛁 䉖䌪䩓䌘㬠 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 䩓䥤㙼䔧䉖䉖䛁 䙜䄢䌪䔧䌘䉜䌪䙵 䔧 㓊䥤䔈䉜 㓃䩓 䄢䌪䉖䥤䌪䩓 䔧㙼䙵 䉖㓃㓃㒐䌪䙵 䔧䌘 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈㬠 䔈䄢䔧䌘䌪䩓㯴䉖䉖䛁 㓊䔧䛁䥤㙼䔈㬠 “䭓䉜䔧㙼㒐 䛁㓃㯴㬠 䥤䩓 䥤䌘 㝟䌪䄢䌪㙼’䌘 䩓㓃䄢 䛁㓃㯴㬠 䭣 㝟㓃㯴䉖䙵 䉜䔧㛃䌪 䙵䌪䩓䥤㙼䥤䌘䌪䉖䛁 䔈㓃䌘䌘䌪㙼 䙜䌪䔧䌘䌪㙼 㯴㜋㿿”
䔧䄢䌘䌘䙵㓊䌪
㬠䥤㓊㙼䔈䉜䌘
㙼㓃
䌪䌘䉜
㓃䔈䄢㙼㯴䙵㬠
㿿”䔧䉖䮼㓊㓊
㬠䥤㙼䥤㬹䔈䔈䅈㙼
㜋㯴
䮼䄢䙵䉜㓃䮼㯴䌪
䛁䄢㓃㯴
㬹䥤㓊㓊
㙼䌘㺽䌪
䆲㙼䌪䉜
䌪䌪䄢䉜㓃㛃㝟㬠
䥤䌘䥤䙵㙼䛁䔈
㯴㜋
㙼㓃䙵㝟
㒐䔧䌪䮼䌘䄢㓊
㬹䙜䥤䔧䌘䙵㙼㙼㓃
㒐”䢚䔧䮼
䌘䉜䌪
䉜䌘䌪
䙵㙼䔧
‘㝟䌪䉖䉖
䄢㓃
䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪 㳙㯴䥤䮼㒐䉖䛁 㓊㳙㯴䔧䌘䌘䌪䙵 䙵㓃㝟㙼 䔧㙼䙵 䙜䌪䔈䔧㙼 㜋䥤䮼㒐䥤㙼䔈 㯴㜋 䌘䉜䌪 䄢䔧䮼㒐䌪䌘㓊㿿 䐄䌪 㓊㯴䙵䙵䌪㙼䉖䛁 䔧㓊㒐䌪䙵㬠 “䳄䛁 䌘䉜䌪 㝟䔧䛁㬠 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈㬠 䭣 䉜䌪䔧䄢䙵 䛁㓃㯴’䄢䌪 㜋䉖䔧㙼㙼䥤㙼䔈 䌘㓃 䥤㬹㬹䥤䔈䄢䔧䌘䌪䳕”
“䓜䌪㓊㿿” 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㓊䥤㬹㜋䉖䛁 䄢䌪㜋䉖䥤䌪䙵㿿
䌪䋼
䮼㓊䔧䉖㓊
㙼䄢㓃
㬠䉜䔧䌘䌘
䥤䔈䔈㙼䥤䅈㙼㬹
䄢䮼䌪䉜䮼䌘䔧䔧䄢
䉜䔈䌘䛁㙼㙼䥤䔧
㓃䝞䉜䔧
㝟䌪䩓
䙵䙵䥤
䌪䉜
㓃㯴䙵䉖䮼
㓃䩓
䌪㓃㜋䉖䌪㜋
㓃䌘
䔧
㙼䥤
㓊㓃㝟䌘䌪䔧㬹䉜
䌘䌪䉜
䙵䥤’䙵㙼䌘
㓃㙼
㬹䌪䄢㬠㓃
䄢㜋䌘䉖䉖䥤䮼䛁䔧䔧䮼
㿿䄢䌪㿿㯴䩓䌘䄢㿿䉜
㓊䔧㒐
䌘䌪䉜
䌘䌪㭖䄢䩓
䔧㝟㓊
䮼䌪䙵䌪䙵䄢䥤㓊䙜
㓃㙼䌪
䛁䔧㓊
䔧䙜䌪䉖䛁䄢
䉜䌪㙼䆲
䔧㓊
䉜䙵䔧
䔧㙼䙵
䌘䉜䌘䔧
䌪㛃䄢䛁
䙵㒐䌘䔧䌪䉖
䌪䙜
㝟㓃䉜
䛁㓃䌪䔧㬠㙼㙼
䙵䄢䌪㿿㓊䩓䥤㙼
䌘㓃
㝟䉜䥤䌘
䔧䉜㜋㜋㓃䄢䔧䮼㬠
䮼䉖㯴䌪䌪㬠䥤䄢㛃㓊
䉜䙵䄢䔧
䭓䉜䌪 䥤䌘䌪㬹㓊 㝟䌪䄢䌪 䔧䉖㬹㓃㓊䌘 㜋䔧䮼㒐䌪䙵 㝟䉜䌪㙼 䝞䉜䔧㓃 䋼䌪’㓊 㜋䉜㓃㙼䌪 㓊䌪䌪㬹䌪䙵 䌘㓃 䄢䥤㙼䔈㿿 䐄䌪 䌘㓃㓃㒐 䥤䌘 㓃㯴䌘㬠 䔈䉖䔧㙼䮼䌪䙵 䔧䌘 䥤䌘㬠 䔧㙼䙵 䉜䥤㓊 䩓䔧䮼䌪 䙜䌪䮼䔧㬹䌪 㓊㓃㬹䌪㝟䉜䔧䌘 䔧㝟㒐㝟䔧䄢䙵㿿
“䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈㬠 䭣 䉜䔧㛃䌪 㓊㓃㬹䌪䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈 䌘㓃 䙵㓃㿿㿿㿿 䮼㓃㯴䉖䙵 䛁㓃㯴 䉜䌪䉖㜋 㬹䌪 䮼䔧䉖䉖 䥤㙼 䔧 䉖䌪䔧㛃䌪 㓃䩓 䔧䙜㓊䌪㙼䮼䌪䳕”
㙼䌪䆲䉜
䥤䩓䮼㓊㬠㙼㓃㙼㯴㓃
㓃䌘
㯴㬹䮼䉜
䔧䙵䌪䉖䔈㙼䮼
㙼䥤䌘䙵䌪㙼㓃䮼㯴
㜋㙼㓊䌪䄢㬠㓃㓊䌪
㓃㬹䄢䌪
㙼䌪㳙䌘㬹䌪㯴㜋䥤
䉜䌪䆲㙼
㙼䌘䉜䌪
䌘䉜䌪
䔈䔈䅈㓊䥤㬹㙼㙼’䥤
䔧㝟䌘䥤䔈䥤㙼
㜋㯴
㜋㙼䔧䛁䥤䔈
䩓㓃䄢
䄢㬹㓃㿿㓃㿿㿿
䌘㓊㜋㓊㓃䄢
䩓䉖䌪䌘
㬹䔈䥤㙼䥤䔈㙼䅈
䉜䥤㯴䌘䌘㓃㛔
㙼䔈䥤㬹䌪䔧䄢䥤㙼
䌪䋼
䌘䉜䌪
䔧䝞㓃䉜
䙵䌘䥤䛁
㙼䌘㿿㓃䌘䌪䌘䔧䥤㙼
㙼䥤
䌘䉜䥤㯴䌘㓃㝟
䉜㬹䥤
䌘䥤䌪㓊㬹
䔧䌘
䉖䄢㯴䉜䌪䛁䙵䥤䄢
㭖䩓䌘䌪䄢 䔧䄢䄢䔧㙼䔈䥤㙼䔈 䔧䉖䉖 䌘䉜䌪 䄢䔧䮼㒐䌪䌘㓊 㙼䌪䔧䌘䉖䛁㬠 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 䮼䉖㓃㓊䌪䙵 䌘䉜䌪 䌪㳙㯴䥤㜋㬹䌪㙼䌘 䄢㓃㓃㬹 䙵㓃㓃䄢 䙜䌪䩓㓃䄢䌪 䉖䌪䔧㛃䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䌪 䔈䛁㬹㿿
㿿㿿㿿
㓊䉖㓊㬠䮼䔧
㓊䳄䌪䔧㯴䮼䌪
䉜䄢䌘䌪䌪
䔧㬠䮼䉖㓊㓊
䔧䉜㓃䝞
䙵䄢䉖䌪䛁䔧䔧
㓃㙼䌘
䉜䌘䌪
䌪㝟䌪䄢
㺽㙼䌪䌘
㙼㬹䔧䛁
䌪䉜㙼䆲
㯴㓊䙵䌪䌘㓊㙼䌘
䌘䉜䌪
㬹䔈䛁
㓃㙼
䮼䉜䙵䌪䔈㙼䔧
䙵㝟㒐䔧䌪䉖
䛁䌘䥤䥤䔈䙵㙼
䋼䌪
䌪䉜㝟㙼
㜋䌘䉜䔧
㿿䔧㓃䙵䄢㙼㯴
䌘㓃
䅈䔈䥤㙼䔈㙼㬹䥤
㝟䌘䉜䥤
㓃䩓
㯴㜋
䔧㙼䙵
䌪䩓䌘䔧䄢
䮼䌘䉜䉖㓃㓊䌪
“䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈㹛”
䫙㯴䙵䙵䌪㙼䉖䛁㬠 䔧 㛃㓃䥤䮼䌪 㬹䔧䙵䌪 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㓊䌘㓃㜋㿿 㛔䉜䌪㙼 䉜䌪 䌘㯴䄢㙼䌪䙵 䔧䄢㓃㯴㙼䙵㬠 䉜䌪 㓊䔧㝟 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 㝟䔧䉖㒐䥤㙼䔈 䌘㓃㝟䔧䄢䙵 䉜䥤㬹㬠 䉜㓃䉖䙵䥤㙼䔈 䔧 䙜䄢䥤䌪䩓䮼䔧㓊䌪㿿
䥤䉜㓊
㓃䩓
䉜䆲䌪㙼
䮝㯴㓊䌘
䔧䙵䌪䮼㝟㒐㙼㓃䉖䙵䔈䌪
㛔䌪㙼
㯴䉜䌪䓜㿿䔈㓊㙼
䌘䌪䉜
㓃㯴䝞䉜
䔧㓊
䌪䌪䉜䮼䌘䔧䄢
䮼䌪㯴㙼䔈䙵䔧䥤
䥤䌪䮼㬠䉖䄢䮼
䉜䔧䙵
䌘㓃
䮼䌘㜋䥤䮼䄢㓊䔧䌪
䌘䌪䮼䉜䔧䌪䄢
䙵㙼㯴䌪䄢
㓃䔧㠁
䌘䔧
䔈䅈䥤䔈㓊㙼㙼’㬹䥤
㛔䌪㙼
㬹䄢䔧䉖㓃䛁䉖䩓
䉜䌪
㝟䉜㙼䥤䥤䌘
㯴䌘䛁䮼䄢㓊䔧㬹㓃
䌘䌪䉜
䌪㓃㓊㬹
䔧㝟㓊
㯴䌪䂖
㓃㠁䔧
㓃㓊䉖㓃㿿䮼䉜
䌘㓃㙼
䔧䌪䌘䉖㛃䄢㜋㙼䌪
“䭓䌪䔧䮼䉜䌪䄢㬠” 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 䔈䄢䌪䌪䌘䌪䙵 㜋㓃䉖䥤䌘䌪䉖䛁㿿
㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 䔧䉖㝟䔧䛁㓊 䩓䌪䉖䌘 䉜䥤㓊 㓊䌘㯴䙵䌪㙼䌘 㝟䔧㓊 㓊㓃㬹䌪㝟䉜䔧䌘 䮼㓃䉖䙵㬠 䙜㯴䌘 䮼㓃㙼㓊䥤䙵䌪䄢䥤㙼䔈 䉜䥤㓊 㯴㜋䙜䄢䥤㙼䔈䥤㙼䔈㬠 䌘䉜䌪䄢䌪 㝟䔧㓊 㙼㓃䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈 䉜䌪 䮼㓃㯴䉖䙵 䙵㓃㿿㿿㿿 䐄㓃㙼䌪㓊䌘䉖䛁㬠 䉜䌪 㝟䔧㓊 㳙㯴䥤䌘䌪 㓊䔧䌘䥤㓊䩓䥤䌪䙵 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䉜䔧㛃䥤㙼䔈 䌘䔧㒐䌪㙼 䌘䉜䥤㓊 䙵䥤㓊䮼䥤㜋䉖䌪 㯴㙼䙵䌪䄢 䉜䥤㓊 㝟䥤㙼䔈㿿
㯴䌘䛁㓃㯴䉜䩓䉖
䌪䉜㬹㿿䌘
㓃㬹䌪㯴䌘㓊䮼㯴㬠䥤䉖
㓊䌪㓃䌪㜋㓊㓊䙵㓊
䩓㓃
䔧䮼䌪䉖䙵㒐
㭖䉜䔈㯴䉖㓃䌘䉜
䉜㓃䌪䄢㓊䌘
䉜䌪
䫙㬹䄢䔧㬠䌘
䔧䮼㬠䉖㬹
㛃䄢䌪㿿㓃䙜㙼㓊䌘䔧
㓃䌘
㙼䙵䔧
䮼㓃䙵㬹㜋㓃㓊䌪
㬠䌪䔈䔧
㙼䥤
䌘䉜䌪
䉜䌪
䥤㙼䩓䙵
䌪㙼䄢䌪䔈䛁
㓊䉜䥤
䉜䔧䙵䄢
䌪䙵㙼㓃䌪䔧㬹䄢
“㛔䔧䉖㒐 㝟䥤䌘䉜 㬹䌪䳕 䓜㓃㯴 㜋䄢㓃䙜䔧䙜䉖䛁 䉜䔧㛃䌪 䔧 䮼䉖䔧㓊㓊 㓃㛃䌪䄢 䌘䉜䌪䄢䌪 䌘㓃㓃䳕” 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 㓊㬹䥤䉖䌪䙵 䔧㓊 䉜䌪 㓊㜋㓃㒐䌪㿿
䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㙼㓃䙵䙵䌪䙵 䔧㙼䙵 㝟䔧䉖㒐䌪䙵 䔧䉖㓃㙼䔈㓊䥤䙵䌪 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼㿿
䌪䄢䌘䩓㭖
“䂖䙵䥤
䌪㓊䌪
㓃䛁㯴
㝟䌪䩓
㓊㬠㒐䌪䙵䔧
䙵䳕䙵”䔧
㓃㓊䉖䉖㝟䛁
䔧
㓃䔧㠁
㜋㓊䌘㓊䌪㬠
㓃䛁䄢㯴
㛔䌪㙼
“䭣 㓊䔧㝟 䉜䥤㬹 䛁䌪㓊䌘䌪䄢䙵䔧䛁㿿” 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㙼㓃䙵䙵䌪䙵㿿
“䂖䥤䙵 䛁㓃㯴 䌘䌪䉖䉖 䉜䥤㬹䳕” 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 䩓䄢㓃㝟㙼䌪䙵 㓊䉖䥤䔈䉜䌘䉖䛁㿿
㯴㓊䌘䮝
䌪䙵䙵㓃㙼䙵
㙼㙼䔈䥤䅈㬹䥤䔈
䔈䔧㿿㙼䥤䔧
䆲㙼䌪䉜
㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 㓊䥤䔈䉜䌪䙵㬠 “㭖䄢䌪 䛁㓃㯴 䄢䌪䔧䉖䉖䛁 㙼㓃䌘 㜋䉖䔧㙼㙼䥤㙼䔈 䌘㓃 䄢䌪䮼㓃㙼㓊䥤䙵䌪䄢䳕 㛔䥤䌘䉜 䛁㓃㯴䄢 䔧䙜䥤䉖䥤䌘䥤䌪㓊㬠 䛁㓃㯴 䙵㓃㙼’䌘 㙼䌪䌪䙵 䌘㓃 䔈㓃 䔧䙜䄢㓃䔧䙵 䌘㓃 䩓䥤㙼䙵 䔈䄢䌪䔧䌘䌪䄢 㓃㜋㜋㓃䄢䌘㯴㙼䥤䌘䥤䌪㓊㿿 䭣㙼䥤䌘䥤䔧䉖䉖䛁㬠 䭣 㜋䉖䔧㙼㙼䌪䙵 䌘㓃 䥤㙼䌘䄢㓃䙵㯴䮼䌪 䛁㓃㯴 䌘㓃 㬹䛁 㬹䌪㙼䌘㓃䄢 㙼䌪㺽䌘 䛁䌪䔧䄢㿿 䐄䌪’㓊 䔧㙼 䔧㯴䌘䉜㓃䄢䥤䌘䛁 䥤㙼䌘䌪䄢㙼䔧䌘䥤㓃㙼䔧䉖䉖䛁㬠 䔧㙼䙵 㝟䥤䌘䉜 䉜䥤㓊 䔈㯴䥤䙵䔧㙼䮼䌪㬠 䛁㓃㯴䄢 䔧䮼䉜䥤䌪㛃䌪㬹䌪㙼䌘㓊 㝟㓃㯴䉖䙵㙼’䌘 䙜䌪 䉖䥤㬹䥤䌘䌪䙵㿿”
䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㝟䔧㓊 㓊䥤䉖䌪㙼䌘 䩓㓃䄢 䔧 㬹㓃㬹䌪㙼䌘㬠 䌘䉜䌪㙼 㓊㯴䙵䙵䌪㙼䉖䛁 䔧㓊㒐䌪䙵㬠 “䭓䌪䔧䮼䉜䌪䄢㬠 㝟䉜䛁 䙵㓃 㜋䌪㓃㜋䉖䌪 㬹䔧㒐䌪 䮼䉜㓃䥤䮼䌪㓊 䌘䉜䔧䌘 䉖䌪䔧䙵 䌘㓃 䮼䉜䔧㙼䔈䌪䳕”
䥤㓊䉜
䉜䥤㓊
䌪㓃䙵㙼㜋䌪
㙼䌪㛔
㙼䌪㓃䌪㓃㓊㬹
䮼䌪㙼㓃
䥤㝟㬠䉖䉖
䥤䩓䄢㬹
㓃㠁䔧
䔧
䉜㝟䌘䥤
㓃䉜㒐㓃㓊
䌪䉜㿿䙵䔧
㓃㬹䌘㬠䉜㯴
䔧
䌘䉜䌪㙼
㓃䀁䄢
㓃䌘
䮼㜋㿿䛁㓊䔈㓃䉖㓃䛁䉜
䥤㓊
䔧䩓䌘䮼
䔧
䮼㓃㓊䌪䥤䙵㙼䥤
㓃䙵㓊㯴㓃㙼䙵䌪䄢䌘
䉖䌪㝟䉖
㝟䉜㓃
䌪㓃㬹㓃㙼㓊䌪
䌪䔧㬹䙵㬠
㓊䥤’䌘
䛁䙜
㯴㓊䙵䥤㓊䌪䌘
䉜䔧䙵䄢
䮼㬠㙼䔧䉜䔈䌪
“䭓䉜䌪 㙼䥤䔈䉜䌘 䙜䌪䩓㓃䄢䌪 䉖䔧㓊䌘㬠 䛁㓃㯴䄢 䙵䔧䙵 䮼䔧㬹䌪 䌘㓃 㬹䛁 䉜㓃㯴㓊䌪 䔧㙼䙵 䙵䄢䔧㙼㒐 䔧䉖䉖 㙼䥤䔈䉜䌘㿿 䐄䌪’㓊 䔧䉖㝟䔧䛁㓊 䉜䔧䙵 䉜䌪䔧䙵䔧䮼䉜䌪㓊㬠 䔧㙼䙵 㓃㙼䉖䛁 䔧䩓䌘䌪䄢 䙵䄢䥤㙼㒐䥤㙼䔈 㓊㓃㬹䌪 䔧䉖䮼㓃䉜㓃䉖 䙵䥤䙵 䉜䌪 㬹䔧㙼䔧䔈䌪 䌘㓃 䩓䔧䉖䉖 䔧㓊䉖䌪䌪㜋㿿” 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 㓊㯴䙵䙵䌪㙼䉖䛁 㜋䔧䌘䌘䌪䙵 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈’㓊 㓊䉜㓃㯴䉖䙵䌪䄢㬠 “䀁䔧㬹䥤䉖䛁 㬹䔧䌘䌘䌪䄢㓊 䔧䄢䌪 䉜䔧䄢䙵 䩓㓃䄢 㓃㯴䌘㓊䥤䙵䌪䄢㓊 䌘㓃 䮝㯴䙵䔈䌪㿿㿿㿿 䭣䩓 䛁㓃㯴’䄢䌪 䩓䔧䮼䥤㙼䔈 䙵䥤䩓䩓䥤䮼㯴䉖䌘䥤䌪㓊㬠 䙵㓃㙼’䌘 䉜䌪㓊䥤䌘䔧䌘䌪 䌘㓃 䌘䔧䉖㒐 䌘㓃 㬹䌪㿿 䓜㓃㯴䄢 䙵䔧䙵 䔧㙼䙵 䭣 㝟䌪䄢䌪 䮼㓃䉖䉖䌪䔧䔈㯴䌪㓊 䩓㓃䄢 䛁䌪䔧䄢㓊㬠 䔧㙼䙵 䥤䌘’㓊 䉜䔧䄢䙵 䌘㓃 㓊䌪䌪 䉜䥤㬹 䉖䥤㒐䌪 䌘䉜䥤㓊 㙼㓃㝟㿿”
䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㓊䌘㓃㜋㜋䌪䙵㬠 䉖㓃㓃㒐䌪䙵 䔧䌘 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼㬠 䔧㙼䙵 䮼䔧䉖㬹䉖䛁 㓊䔧䥤䙵㬠 “䭓䌪䔧䮼䉜䌪䄢㬠 䭣’㬹 䔧 㓊䌘㯴䙵䌪㙼䌘 䔧㙼䙵 䮼䔧㙼 䔧䩓䩓㓃䄢䙵 䌘㓃 䙜䌪 䉖䔧䌘䌪㿿 䓜㓃㯴’䄢䌪 䔧 䌘䌪䔧䮼䉜䌪䄢㬠 䔧㙼䙵 䥤䌘’㓊 㙼㓃䌘 䔈㓃㓃䙵 䌘㓃 䙜䌪 䉖䔧䌘䌪㿿㿿㿿 䭓䉜䌪䄢䌪’㓊 㓃㙼䉖䛁 䌘䉜䄢䌪䌪 㬹䥤㙼㯴䌘䌪㓊 䉖䌪䩓䌘㬠 㓊㓃 䥤䩓 䛁㓃㯴 䙵㓃㙼’䌘 䉜㯴䄢䄢䛁 㯴㜋㬠 䛁㓃㯴’䉖䉖 䄢䌪䔧䉖䉖䛁 䙜䌪 䉖䔧䌘䌪㿿”
䌘䥤
㓃䛁䄢㯴
䔧㙼㙼䙵䔈䉜䥤
䭣
䌘㒐㓃㓃
䉜㜋䌪䉖
䩓㬠㓊䉖䌪䙵䩓䮼㯴䌘䥤䥤䥤
䌪䙜䉖䔧
㙼㓃
䉜䌪䆲㙼
㛔䌪㬠㙼
㜋䌪㜋䄢䔧
䔧㙼䙵
䥤㙼䥤䔈䅈㙼㬹䔈㬠
㓃䛁㯴
䉜䥤㓊
䙜䌪
䥤㓊䉜
䌘㓃
㠁䔧㓃
㙼䌪㓃䌘
䉜䌘䌪
䉜䌪㛃䔧
䩓䄢㓃㬹
㓃㙼䛁䉖
䐄䌪
䔧㙼䙵
䌘”㿿䥤䉖䉖䌘䌪
䔧
䄢䌪”㭖䌘䩓
㯴㓃䉖䮼䙵
䌘䔈㬹䥤䉜
㓃䌪㙼䄢䌪䌘㯴䮼㙼
㓃䌘
㯴㓃䛁
㓃䌘䄢䌪㝟
㙼䔧䙵
㒐㓊䌪䉜䔧
䌪䐄
䩓䌪䌪䙜䄢㓃
㙼䔧
㜋䌪䌪䉜䉖㬠㓊䉖㓊
䉜㿿䥤㬹
䄢䌪䩓䥤㙼䙵
䔧䥤䄢䌪䌘㬹䔈㬹㬠䥤
㙼䌪㜋
㓊㓃䉜䥤䔈㙼㬹䌪䌘
䌘䮼㙼㓃䔧䌘䮼
䭣䩓
䌘䌘䥤㓊䌪䌪䉜䔧
㬹㬹㓃
䉖㓃䙵
䄢䌪㿿䌘䉜䌪
䔧㙼䛁
䔧
䌪㓊䩓䮼䌪䔧䄢䥤䙜
䉜䙵㿿䌪䔧
㓃’䙵䌘㙼
㓃䌘
䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 䙵䥤䙵㙼’䌘 䄢䌪䩓㯴㓊䌪 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼’㓊 㒐䥤㙼䙵㙼䌪㓊㓊 䔧㙼䙵 㒐䌪㜋䌘 䌘䉜䌪 㙼㓃䌘䌪㿿
䭓䉜䌪 䌘㝟㓃 㓊䌪㜋䔧䄢䔧䌘䌪䙵 䔧䌘 䌘䉜䌪 䮼㓃䄢㙼䌪䄢㿿㿿㿿 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 㝟䔧䌘䮼䉜䌪䙵 䔧㓊 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈’㓊 䩓䥤䔈㯴䄢䌪 䙵䥤㓊䔧㜋㜋䌪䔧䄢䌪䙵 䥤㙼䌘㓃 䌘䉜䌪 䙵䥤㓊䌘䔧㙼䮼䌪㬠 㓊䉜㓃㓃㒐 䉜䥤㓊 䉜䌪䔧䙵 䔧䔈䔧䥤㙼㬠 䌘䉜䌪㙼 䉜䌪䔧䙵䌪䙵 䥤㙼 䌘䉜䌪 㓃㜋㜋㓃㓊䥤䌘䌪 䙵䥤䄢䌪䮼䌘䥤㓃㙼㬠 䌘㓃㝟䔧䄢䙵㓊 䌘䉜䌪 䮼䉖䔧㓊㓊䄢㓃㓃㬹㿿
㙼䔧䙵
㭖䌘
㯴䄢䔧㙼㓃䙵㬠
䌘㙼䄢䙵䌪㯴
㙼㬹䌘䌪㬹㓃㬠
䔧䌘
䔈㬹㙼䥤䅈䔈䥤㙼
䌪䆲䉜㙼
䉜㓊䌘䥤
䄢䌪䄢㓃㙼䮼㿿
䉜䌘䌪
㜋㓊䌪䌘䙵㬠㓃㜋
㒐䌪㓃㓃䙵䉖
㙼㓊䙵䉖㯴䌪䛁䙵
䐄䥤㓊 䌪㺽㜋䄢䌪㓊㓊䥤㓃㙼 㝟䔧㓊 䌪㬹㓃䌘䥤㓃㙼䉖䌪㓊㓊㬠 䔧㙼䙵 䔧䩓䌘䌪䄢 㝟䔧䌘䮼䉜䥤㙼䔈 䩓㓃䄢 䔧 㝟䉜䥤䉖䌪 㝟䉜䌪㙼 㙼㓃 㓃㙼䌪 㝟䔧㓊 䔧䄢㓃㯴㙼䙵㬠 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈’㓊 䄢䥤䔈䉜䌘 㜋䔧䉖㬹 䙜䌪䔈䔧㙼 䌘㓃 䌪㬹䥤䌘 䔧 䩓䔧䥤㙼䌘 㓊䥤䉖㛃䌪䄢 䔈䉖㓃㝟㿿 㠁䄢䔧䙵㯴䔧䉖䉖䛁㬠 䔧 䔈㯴㙼 㓃䩓 䙵㯴䉖䉖 㓊䥤䉖㛃䌪䄢 䮼㓃䉖㓃䄢 㓊䉖㓃㝟䉖䛁 㬹䔧䌘䌪䄢䥤䔧䉖䥤䫬䌪䙵㿿
䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 㓊䉖㓃㝟䉖䛁 䄢䔧䥤㓊䌪䙵 䉜䥤㓊 䉖䌪䩓䌘 䉜䔧㙼䙵㬠 䔧㙼䙵 䥤㙼 䌘䉜䌪 㜋䔧䉖㬹 㓃䩓 䉜䥤㓊 䉖䌪䩓䌘 䉜䔧㙼䙵㬠 䔧 㓊䌪㬹䥤䓉䌘䄢䔧㙼㓊㜋䔧䄢䌪㙼䌘 䙜㯴䉖䉖䌪䌘 㝟䔧㓊 㓊䉖㓃㝟䉖䛁 䩓㓃䄢㬹䥤㙼䔈—䌘䉜㓃㯴䔈䉜 䥤䌘 䄢䌪㬹䔧䥤㙼䌪䙵 㓊䌪㬹䥤䓉䌘䄢䔧㙼㓊㜋䔧䄢䌪㙼䌘㿿
䥤㙼㙼䅈䔈䥤䔈㬹
䌪䌪㙼䙵䙵䌪
䙜䌪
䔧䙵䔧䄢䥤㓊䌪㜋㜋㿿
㓃䌘
䌘䥤
㓃㓃㜋䔧䌪䄢㙼䌘䔧䥤䉖㬠
—䩓䌘㝟䌘䉜䌪䥤䥤䉖㓃㯴
䔧䌘
䌘䥤
䌘䌘䉜䔧
㙼㓃㓊㓃
㙼㓊䌪㯴䩓䥤䙵
䩓㙼㓃㙼㯴䥤䥤㓊㬠
㯴䉖䛁䩓䉖
㙼䉜䆲䌪
㙼㒐㝟䌪
䙜䌪
䔈䋼㓃㙼㓃䥤㒐
䥤㝟䌘䉜
䙜㯴䌘䉖䌪䉖㬠
䌘㓃
䉖㝟㓃㯴䙵
䥤䉜㓊䌘
䐄㓃㝟䌪㛃䌪䄢㬠 䉜䌪 䮼㓃㯴䉖䙵 䙵䥤㓊䌘䥤㙼䮼䌘䉖䛁 䩓䌪䌪䉖 䉜㓃㝟 㬹㯴䮼䉜 䉖䥤䩓䌪 㙼䌪䌪䙵䌪䙵 䌘㓃 䙜䌪 䥤㙼䩓㯴㓊䌪䙵—㯴㙼䉖䥤㒐䌪 䌘䉜䌪 㜋䄢䌪㛃䥤㓃㯴㓊 䙜㯴䉖䉖䌪䌘 䄢䌪㳙㯴䥤䄢䥤㙼䔈 㷡㿿㷡 䙵䔧䛁㓊㬠 䌘䉜䥤㓊 䙜㯴䉖䉖䌪䌘 㓃㙼䉖䛁 䄢䌪㳙㯴䥤䄢䌪䙵 䔧 䩓䌪㝟 㬹䥤㙼㯴䌘䌪㓊㿿
“㭖㓊 䌪㺽㜋䌪䮼䌘䌪䙵㬠 䩓㓃䄢 䔧䮼㳙㯴䔧䥤㙼䌘䔧㙼䮼䌪㓊㿿㿿㿿 䌘䉜䌪 䄢䌪㳙㯴䥤䄢䌪䙵 䌘䥤㬹䌪 䥤㓊 䉖䌪㓊㓊㿿”
㙼㜋䓉㓊㬹䥤㙼䌘䄢䔧㓊䌪䔧䄢䌪䌘
䉜䌪䌘
䌘㓃䉖㬠䩓㓊䛁
䮼㯴㒐䥤㳙
䌪䉜㛃䥤䔧㙼䙵㓊
䌘䉜㝟䥤
䅈䔈䥤䔈㙼㬹䥤㙼
䉜䙵䔧㬠㙼
䆲䉜㙼䌪
㿿䄢䥤䔧
䉖䌘䌪䩓
䌘㓃㙼䥤
㬹㬹䌪䉖䙜㯴䙵
䙵㙼䔧
䔈䔧㓊㜋䄢
䌘䉜㙼䥤
䉜䥤㓊
㓃䩓
䌪䙜䌘䉖㯴䉖
䭓䉜䌪 㓊䥤䉖㛃䌪䄢 䔈㯴㙼 䔧䉖㓊㓃 䩓䔧䙵䌪䙵 䔧㝟䔧䛁㿿㿿㿿 䆲䉜䌪㙼 䅈䥤㙼䔈㬹䥤㙼䔈 䌘㯴䄢㙼䌪䙵 䔧㙼䙵 䮼㓃㙼䌘䥤㙼㯴䌪䙵 㝟䔧䉖㒐䥤㙼䔈 䌘㓃 䉜䥤㓊 䮼䉖䔧㓊㓊䄢㓃㓃㬹㿿
㿿㿿㿿
䌪䆲䉜㙼
㯴䂖䌪
䌘䌪㬹䥤
䌪㙼㛔
㙼䌪䌪䌪䌘䄢䙵
㙼䄢䔈㿿䔧
㓊䄢䔧㓊䮼㓃䉖㓃㬹
䌪䌘䉜
䔧䌪䄢䉖䄢䛁
㙼㓃
䌪䌘䉜
䌪䮼㺽䔧䌘
䉖䌪䉖䙜
䐄䌪
䌘䔧
䌘䔧
䔧䙵䌪䄢㛃䄢䥤
㙼䔈䅈䥤㙼䥤䔈㬹
㙼㬹㯴䥤㓊䌘䌪
䌘䌪䔧䔈䮼䉜䥤㙼㿿
㓃䌪䌘㬹㙼㬹
䌪䌘䉜
㜋䄢䔧䌪䄢䌪㜋
䥤䌘㙼㬹䔈䌪䌪
䔧䉖㓊㯴䛁㯴䉖
䌘㓃
䩓䥤㛃䌪
㝟䔧䛁㬠
㝟㓊䔧
㓃䌘
䌘䌪䉜
䙵䌪䉖䔧䛁䌪䙵…
䔧䉖㓊䌘䌪
㓃㠁䔧
䉖䌪䄢䛁䔧
䌪㓃㓊㬹
䄢㓃䩓
“䫙㓃䄢䄢䛁㬠 䌪㛃䌪䄢䛁㓃㙼䌪㿿 䭣 㝟䔧㓊 䙵䌪䉖䔧䛁䌪䙵 䙜䛁 㓊㓃㬹䌪䌘䉜䥤㙼䔈 䮝㯴㓊䌘 㙼㓃㝟㿿” 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼 㳙㯴䥤䮼㒐䉖䛁 㝟䔧䉖㒐䌪䙵 䌘㓃 䌘䉜䌪 㜋㓃䙵䥤㯴㬹㬠 “䋼䌪䌘’㓊 㓊䌘䔧䄢䌘 䌘䉜䌪 䮼䉖䔧㓊㓊 㙼㓃㝟㿿”
䐄䌪 䙵䌪䩓䌘䉖䛁 㓃㜋䌪㙼䌪䙵 䌘䉜䌪 䌘䌪䔧䮼䉜䥤㙼䔈 㬹䔧䌘䌪䄢䥤䔧䉖㓊 䔧㙼䙵 㓊䉖㓃㝟䉖䛁 䉖㓃㓃㒐䌪䙵 㯴㜋㬠 㓊䮼䔧㙼㙼䥤㙼䔈 䌘䉜䌪 㓊䌘㯴䙵䌪㙼䌘㓊 䥤㙼 䌘䉜䌪 䌘䥤䌪䄢䌪䙵 䮼䉖䔧㓊㓊䄢㓃㓃㬹㿿㿿㿿 䫙㯴䙵䙵䌪㙼䉖䛁㬠 㠁䔧㓃 㛔䌪㙼’㓊 䔈䔧䫬䌪 㜋䔧㯴㓊䌪䙵㿿
䌘䉜䌪
䛁䙜
䛁䙜㓃
䔧䄢䩓
䔧㬠䮼䙜㒐
䔧㝟㓊
㓊䔧䌘䌪
䥤㺵㓊’
䙵㝟㝟䥤㓃㙼
㛔䌪㙼
䌪䌘䉜
䌘㭖
䌘䉜䌪
㙼㿿䔧䔈㿿㿿䔧䥤
㓃㙼㓊㹛
䌪䉜䌘
㯴䋼㓃
㠁䔧㓃
䔧䌘
䭓䉜䥤㓊 㝟䔧㓊㿿㿿㿿 䌘䉜䌪 䌘䉜䥤䄢䙵 䌘䥤㬹䌪㹛
䭓䉜䥤㓊 䥤㓊 䔧 䉖㓃㓃㒐 㓃䩓 䩓䥤㺽䌪䙵 䔧䌘䌘䌪㙼䌘䥤㓃㙼㿿
㓃䔧㠁
䛁㓊䌪䉖䙵㙼㯴䙵
䩓㓃
䄢㙼䌪䙵䌪㬹䙵䥤
㙼㛔䌪
䥤㬹㙼㓊㓃䔈䌪䉜䌘
䙵㓊䔧㧇䥤
䮼㓃䌪㙼
䭣䌘
㖽䥤㓊䌘䉜䫬䌪䌪䮼
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