boyutpedia Chapter 1568: 1567: [Nameless Land, Giant Bird Stone Statue]
Chapter 1568: 1567: [Nameless Land, Giant Bird Stone Statue]
Capítulo 1568: Chapter 1567: [Nameless Land, Giant Bird Stone Statue][Xiao Gou has established an Alliance Group, and the group number is in the book’s introduction. Open it fully to see it, and do join us! Welcome, everyone!]
The Golden Tomb is dead!
Ye Tianchen has left!
When Ye Tianchen left, he did not take the “Taie Sword” that was plunged into the forehead of the Golden Tomb. Instead, he left the “Taie Sword” pinned into the head of the Golden Tomb, nailing it firmly to the peak of the mountain. Beside it, he left a line of writing, which was discovered by three Martial Artists who came to the northern part of this Penglai Ancient Martial World to investigate. They were all astonished and even shocked beyond measure!
“I’ll be back… What does this mean?”
“Is Ye Tianchen declaring war on all the forces he has a vendetta with? Telling these legacies that even though he’s left the Penglai Ancient Martial World, it’s only temporary; one day he’ll return, and anyone who lays a hand on matters related to him will face his retaliation!”
“Too arrogant, too overbearing. This is using the death of the Golden Tomb, the eldest son of the Jin family, to warn the entire legacy of the Penglai Ancient Martial World, that this person is too outrageous!”
After seeing the line of writing Ye Tianchen left, the three Martial Artists couldn’t help but discuss. It was obvious to everyone that the purpose of Ye Tianchen leaving this line was to use the death of the Golden Tomb to tell those who might want to take action against things related to Ye Tianchen that even if he leaves this Penglai Ancient Martial World, he will return; and when he does, anyone who dares to make a move will face retaliation!
In fact, the only reason Ye Tianchen went back and so frantically killed the Golden Tomb was that he was worried. After he left this Penglai Ancient Martial World, the old fisherman and Xiao Ling might be discovered by other legacies, particularly those forces with a deep vendetta against him, even to the point of a life-and-death struggle. When those legacies find the old fisherman and Xiao Ling, they definitely won’t let them go. For Xiao Ling and the old fisherman, who are now defenseless, it’s extremely dangerous. Truly relying on Little Zhu Yan and the God Beating Bowl, those two unreliable beings, to protect them, Ye Tianchen was really not at ease!
So, when Ye Tianchen returned and discovered the Golden Tomb, even knowing the Golden Tomb was strong, and that this battle, even if he killed the Golden Tomb, might not allow him to leave unscathed, Ye Tianchen still went all out, even triggering a Taoist injury, shortening his lifespan significantly to eradicate the Golden Tomb. He left this line of writing to let those legacies with vendettas know that he, Ye Tianchen, is only temporarily leaving the Penglai Ancient Martial World, and will return, thereby making these legacies think twice after discovering the old fisherman and Xiao Ling, refraining from decisively executing them in fear!
“Let’s go, this entire Penglai Ancient Martial World, and even this event, will spread across the three great Ancient Martial Worlds, creating a huge wave. The Golden Tomb is dead, nailed to the northern mountain highlands, the Jin family will definitely go on a rampage, and other legacies will be shocked, especially the younger generation of Martial Artists who will become uneasy because Ye Tianchen is too strong, his strength exceeds the imagination of too many people!”
These three Martial Artists, from different legacies, all left, returning to their respective legacies. Naturally, they would report back, and there was no need for them to spread the news. Such earth-shattering news would quickly spread across the Penglai Ancient Martial World, known to all Martial Artists, and might even spread through the entire three great Ancient Martial Worlds. Once again, Ye Tianchen has shocked everyone, standing once more on the brink of a storm. Not only will the Jin family absolutely be at odds to the death with him, but there’s also a high chance that elder figures from other legacies might take risks to kill Ye Tianchen because his existence obscures the future of their younger generation of disciples!
The Golden Tomb was the eldest son of the Jin family. He had already made a name for himself in the three great Ancient Martial Worlds years ago and had swept through the younger generation of the three great Ancient Martial Worlds as a formidable expert. His strength was significant, having reached the Late Stage Martial Saint cultivation realm, definitely a prodigy of extraordinary talent. However, he was dead, tragically dead in the northern part of the Penglai Ancient Martial World. With his head pierced by a sword, body and soul destroyed, his corpse was nailed to the mountain summit. Such a scene, such a matter, would likely leave no one calm. Even though the Jin family’s legacy wasn’t located in the Penglai Ancient Martial World, such a significant incident would definitely be known to them first. Although the three great Ancient Martial Worlds aren’t directly connected, within some powerful ancient legacies, there are special Divine Rune Formations that can transverse the three ancient realms, reaching destinations instantly. It’s somewhat similar to a Transmission Array, but with much less power, intended only for fast traversing across the three ancient worlds!
There’s no need to think; it’s clear that the strength and identity of the Golden Tomb, his death, his tragic demise, will surely shock the Three Great Ancient Martial Worlds, and Ye Tianchen will once again astonish many people. However, all these don’t mean much to Ye Tianchen. He has already left the Penglai Ancient Martial World and quickly pursued Wang Luanxiang. It’s unknown where Wang Luanxiang has gone and whether he can find her smoothly!
In Ye Tianchen’s view, this martial arts world is about to fall into chaos, slowly within ten years, quickly within three to five years. As Qin Kongdao, the Battle King, and Dian Wei said, when this martial arts world truly falls into chaos, all conventions will be broken, Earth will surely be exposed to the martial arts world and can no longer remain a hidden and secluded state. At that time, this mysterious and endless Earth will become a place where many martial arts experts arrive and descend. By then, battles, brutal battles will be unavoidable, affecting all living beings in the martial arts world. Any being cannot remain detached. The arrival of martial artists from the outside will certainly be a great battle, a world-shaking mixed battle. There’s no reason; martial artists inherently transcend through battles, until reaching the peak of martial arts, unable to remain detached. Imagine, if not even the strongest of the Three Great Ancient Martial Worlds, the strongest of Earth can achieve this, how can they compete with other strong beings from the outside?
Ye Tianchen naturally understands that only by becoming the number one young powerhouse in the Three Great Ancient Martial Worlds, even becoming the strongest person on Earth, could he possibly protect himself, protect those and things he wants, and have the power to fight during the martial arts world’s chaos when other martial arts experts invade. Only then would he be qualified to leave Earth and enter the martial arts world to experience and conquer…
The outskirts of the Penglai Ancient Martial World are shrouded in a layer of fog, everywhere is shrouded in vague things. This is a formation from Penglai Immortal Island, ancient and resistant to people trying to find it. Even after close to a hundred million years, it hasn’t dissipated, which is one of the mystical aspects of Penglai Immortal Island. Is it possible that this was once a place where immortals descended? More exploration and discovery are needed!
Ye Tianchen turned into a beam of light, pushing the “Divine Movement Skill” to the extreme. Having been delayed for a day and a night, he wanted to pursue and find Wang Luanxiang, which was quite challenging, as the fog formation around the Penglai Ancient Martial World is rather mysterious. When Ye Tianchen first came here, without the old fisherman elder, he would have struggled to step upon the territory of the Penglai Ancient Martial World. Fortunately, the old fisherman told him and Wang Luanxiang that this small boat was quite magical, all it took was to activate a stream of martial arts true power to propel it forward, without worrying about direction, the small boat would naturally steer. Ye Tianchen believed as long as he pursued in this direction, he would find Wang Luanxiang!
Whoosh!
Bang!
A wooden board was thrown on the sea, Ye Tianchen landed on the board, using the buoyancy of the board. He only needed to activate a little bit of martial arts true power to move forward. Truly, if he continuously used the Divine Movement Skill to pursue Wang Luanxiang’s small boat, Ye Tianchen would definitely be exhausted. This consumes far too much martial arts true qi!
On this sea, especially around the Penglai Ancient Martial World, it’s filled with fog. This is a mist formation; not to mention mortal people, even powerful martial artists struggle to find the right direction and successfully ascend Penglai Immortal Island. No wonder throughout history, in mortal world lore, so many emperors spent countless human and material resources trying to reach the Penglai Ancient Martial World seeking a potion for eternal life, yet never succeeded, because fundamentally, these are two different worlds, different planes. In the eyes of martial artists, in the eyes of martial arts inheritance, those so-called mortal world emperors, what are they? Powerful martial artists can easily extend a finger and obliterate those so-called states of the mortal world. The levels are truly too different!
Gradually, another day and night passed. As Ye Tianchen crossed his legs on the board, he opened his eyes to find himself in a strange place surrounded by the sea. Deep and immeasurable, even unfathomable. Yet, not far away, a stone sculpture of a giant bird stood at the center of the sea, towering tens of thousands of meters in size. This giant bird’s stone sculpture appears to have endured the passage of ages, having experienced profound changes, yet it exudes a sense of majesty, an untouchable and unreachable majesty. Ye Tianchen was shocked, just a glance at the giant bird’s stone sculpture left him deeply astonished, as if he had glimpsed an immortal’s shadow!
“How did I get here? What is this giant bird’s stone sculpture, and why does it inspire such fear in people?” Ye Tianchen couldn’t help but mutter to himself.
It’s imaginable that Ye Tianchen’s temperament is incredibly resilient, and he possesses an undefeatable, indestructible Taoist heart. With his fortune, the things he’s obtained are never ordinary. Even if a life-extending immortal elixir were to appear now, it wouldn’t necessarily cause Ye Tianchen’s heart to leap in fear. Yet, it’s this giant bird stone sculpture that leaves Ye Tianchen deeply shocked. What exactly is this giant bird stone sculpture? (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)
䥁䴭㖵㼃
㚇䞅
魯
爐
爐
盧
老
蘆
䲹䴭䂵䌟䲠㺐䂵䲹㖵
路
㖵䞅䋔㧺䢀䌟䮍䒹䲠䲠㧺㧺
盧
䲹㲋㚇䥁䲠
㧺䲠䱿䲠䮍䒹䲠㺐
䮍㧺㖵㥆䲠
魯
擄
㧺㡄㺐䨼㚇䌟䲠
䌟䞅
䌟䞅䮍䴭㖵䲹䲹㧺䲹䂵㧘㺐䡷䌟
㧺䂀䖝㲋䲠䲠㡄䌟
䲠㺐䮍䥁
䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䞅㺐䴭㴂䱿 䨼䌟䨼 㧺䮍䞅 䲠䞲䡷䲠㖵䞅 䞅㼃㚇䞅 䮋㼃䲠㧺 㼃䲠 㖵㴂䮍䲹䲠䨼 㼃䌟䲹 䲠䱿䲠䲹 䞅䮍 㺐䲠䲹䞅 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䲠㧺 䮍䡷䲠㧺䲠䨼 䞅㼃䲠䥁㧘 㼃䲠 䮋䮍䴭㴂䨼 㡞䌟㧺䨼 㼃䌟䥁䲹䲠㴂㡞 䌟㧺 㚇 䒹䲠㺐䱿 䡷䲠㖵䴭㴂䌟㚇㺐 䡷㴂㚇㖵䲠䦟 䃡㼃䲠 䲹䴭㺐㺐䮍䴭㧺䨼䌟㧺㡄 䲹䲠㚇䮋㚇䞅䲠㺐 䮋㚇䲹 䲹䴭㺐㡄䌟㧺㡄 䒹䌟䮍㴂䲠㧺䞅㴂䱿㧘 㚇䲹 䌟㡞 㚇 䥁䴭㴂䞅䌟䞅䴭䨼䲠 䮍㡞 䬾䲠䥁䮍㧺 㶒䌟㧺㡄䲹 䮋䲠㺐䲠 䨼䲠䒹䮍䴭㺐䌟㧺㡄 䲠䒹䲠㺐䱿䞅㼃䌟㧺㡄䦟 䡲㧺 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䲹䲠㚇㧘 䞅㼃䲠䱿 䮋䲠㺐䲠 䴭㧺䨼䌟䲹䡷䴭䞅䲠䨼 䮍䒹䲠㺐㴂䮍㺐䨼䲹㥆 㚇㧺䱿䮍㧺䲠 㚇㺐㺐䌟䒹䌟㧺㡄 䮋䮍䴭㴂䨼 䂵䲠 䡷䮍䮋䲠㺐㴂䲠䲹䲹 㚇㡄㚇䌟㧺䲹䞅 䞅㼃䲠䥁䦟 㕵䮍䮋䲠䒹䲠㺐㧘 㺐䌟㡄㼃䞅 䌟㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䥁䌟䨼䨼㴂䲠 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䲠㚇 䲹䞅䮍䮍䨼 㚇 㡄䌟㚇㧺䞅 䂵䌟㺐䨼 䲹䞅䮍㧺䲠 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠㧘 䞅䮍䮋䲠㺐䌟㧺㡄 䞅䲠㧺䲹 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䮍䴭䲹㚇㧺䨼䲹 䮍㡞 䥁䲠䞅䲠㺐䲹 㼃䌟㡄㼃㥆 䌟䞅 㺐䲠䥁㚇䌟㧺䲠䨼 䲹䲠㺐䲠㧺䲠 㚇㧺䨼 䴭㧺䥁䮍䒹䌟㧺㡄㧘 䲠䥁䌟䞅䞅䌟㧺㡄 㧺䮍 䡷䮍䮋䲠㺐㡞䴭㴂 㚇䴭㺐㚇䦟 䓹䲠䞅㧘 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 㡞䲠㴂䞅 㼃䌟䲹 㼃䲠㚇㺐䞅 䡷䮍䴭㧺䨼䌟㧺㡄 㚇㧺䨼 䮋㚇䲹 䴭䞅䞅䲠㺐㴂䱿 㚇䲹䞅䮍㧺䌟䲹㼃䲠䨼 䇏䴭䲹䞅 㡞㺐䮍䥁 䞅㼃䲠 䥁䲠㺐䲠 䲹䌟㡄㼃䞅䢀
䃡㼃䲠 㡄䌟㚇㧺䞅 䂵䌟㺐䨼 䲹䞅䮍㧺䲠 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠 䲹䞅䮍䮍䨼 㚇䥁䌟䨼䲹䞅 䞅㼃䲠 㺐䮍㚇㺐䌟㧺㡄 䲹䲠㚇㧘 䴭㧺䱿䌟䲠㴂䨼䌟㧺㡄 䂵䲠㡞䮍㺐䲠 䞅㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲠㺐㖵䲠 䮋㚇䒹䲠䲹 㖵㚇䡷㚇䂵㴂䲠 䮍㡞 䨼䲠䒹䮍䴭㺐䌟㧺㡄 㚇㴂㴂䦟 㢒㧺 㡞㺐䮍㧺䞅 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䌟䲹 㡄䌟㚇㧺䞅 䂵䌟㺐䨼 䲹䞅䮍㧺䲠 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠㧘 䞅㼃䲠 䮋㚇䒹䲠䲹 䮋䮍䴭㴂䨼 㼃㚇㴂䞅㧘 㧺䮍䞅 䨼㚇㺐䌟㧺㡄 䞅䮍 䞅䮍䴭㖵㼃 䮍㺐 㖵㺐䮍䲹䲹 䞅㼃䲠 䂵䮍䴭㧺䨼㚇㺐䱿䦟 䃡㼃䌟䲹 䮋㚇䲹 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䌟㴂䲠㧺䞅 䥁㚇䇏䲠䲹䞅䱿 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䞅䮍㧺䲠 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠䦟 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䲹䞅䮍䮍䨼 䴭䡷 䮍㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䮋䮍䮍䨼䲠㧺 䡷㴂㚇㧺㲋 䂵䲠㧺䲠㚇䞅㼃 㼃䌟䲹 㡞䲠䲠䞅㧘 㡄㚇㪅䌟㧺㡄 㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠 䂵䌟㺐䨼 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠 䞅䮍䮋䲠㺐䌟㧺㡄 䌟㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䲠㚇䦟 㕵䌟䲹 㼃䲠㚇㺐䞅 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼㧺’䞅 㼃䲠㴂䡷 䂵䴭䞅 䡷㚇㧺䌟㖵䦟 䃡㼃䲠 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠 䲹䡷㚇㧺㧺䲠䨼 䮍䒹䲠㺐 䞅䲠㧺䲹 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䮍䴭䲹㚇㧺䨼䲹 䮍㡞 䥁䲠䞅䲠㺐䲹 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䲠㚇 䲹䴭㺐㡞㚇㖵䲠㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䮍䴭㡄㼃 㧺䮍䞅 䡷㚇㺐䞅䌟㖵䴭㴂㚇㺐㴂䱿 㴂㚇㺐㡄䲠㧘 䮋㼃䲠㧺 䌟䞅䲹 䮋䌟㧺㡄䲹 䲹䡷㺐䲠㚇䨼 䮍䴭䞅㧘 䌟䞅 䲹䲠䲠䥁䲠䨼 㚇䲹 䌟㡞 䌟䞅 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼 㖵䮍㧺䞅㚇䌟㧺 䲠䒹䲠㺐䱿䞅㼃䌟㧺㡄䦟 䃡㼃䲠 䂵䌟㺐䨼’䲹 㼃䲠㚇䨼 䮋㚇䲹 䲹㴂䌟㡄㼃䞅㴂䱿 䞅䌟㴂䞅䲠䨼 䴭䡷䮋㚇㺐䨼䲹㧘 㚇䲹 䌟㡞 䌟䞅 䮋㚇䲹 㡞䮍㖵䴭䲹䲠䨼 䮍㧺 䞅㼃䲠 㼃䲠㚇䒹䲠㧺䲹 㚇䂵䮍䒹䲠 㺐㚇䞅㼃䲠㺐 䞅㼃㚇㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䥁䮍㺐䞅㚇㴂 䮋䮍㺐㴂䨼 䂵䲠㴂䮍䮋㧘 㖵㺐䲠㚇䞅䌟㧺㡄 㚇㧺 䮍䒹䲠㺐䮋㼃䲠㴂䥁䌟㧺㡄㴂䱿 䌟䥁䡷㺐䲠䲹䲹䌟䒹䲠 㚇䴭㺐㚇䢀
䅑䴭䥁㴂䂵䢀䲠
䖝䴭䨼䨼䲠㧺㴂䱿㧘 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 㡞䲠㴂䞅 䲹䮍䥁䲠䞅㼃䌟㧺㡄 䲹䞅䌟㺐㺐䌟㧺㡄 䮍㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䲠㚇 䲹䴭㺐㡞㚇㖵䲠㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䲠 䮋㚇䞅䲠㺐 䂵䲠㧺䲠㚇䞅㼃 㼃䌟䲹 㡞䲠䲠䞅 㖵㼃䴭㺐㧺䲠䨼 䌟㧺㖵䲠䲹䲹㚇㧺䞅㴂䱿䦟 㢒㧺䲹䞅䌟㧺㖵䞅䌟䒹䲠㴂䱿㧘 㼃䲠 㺐䲠䞅㺐䲠㚇䞅䲠䨼 䥏䴭䌟㖵㲋㴂䱿㧘 䲹䲠㧺䲹䌟㧺㡄 䲹䮍䥁䲠䞅㼃䌟㧺㡄 䲠䥁䲠㺐㡄䌟㧺㡄 㡞㺐䮍䥁 䮋䌟䞅㼃䌟㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䲠㚇䦟
䖝䴭㺐䲠 䲠㧺䮍䴭㡄㼃㧘 䌟㧺 㧺䮍 䞅䌟䥁䲠 㚇䞅 㚇㴂㴂㧘 䞅䮋䮍 㼃䴭䥁㚇㧺䮍䌟䨼 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹 䂵䴭㺐䲹䞅 䮍䴭䞅 㡞㺐䮍䥁 䞅㼃䲠 䨼䲠䡷䞅㼃䲹 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䲠㚇㧘 䲠㚇㖵㼃 㼃䮍㴂䨼䌟㧺㡄 㚇 䞅㺐䌟䨼䲠㧺䞅㧘 㡄㴂㚇㺐䌟㧺㡄 㡞䌟䲠㺐㖵䲠㴂䱿 㚇䞅 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺䦟 䡲㧺䲠 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠䥁 䲹䡷䮍㲋䲠㧘 “䉖㼃䮍 㚇㺐䲠 䱿䮍䴭 䞅䮍 䨼㚇㺐䲠 䌟㧺䞅㺐䴭䨼䲠 䴭䡷䮍㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼’䲹 䨼䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺䩚 䃡㺐䴭㴂䱿 㖵䮍䴭㺐䞅䌟㧺㡄 䨼䲠㚇䞅㼃䢀”
“㷄䴭䞅䲹
䮍㮾䮋
䲠㼃䞅䮍㺐
䥁䲹㧘䲠䮍㖵
㡞䮍㺐
㚇
㺐䱿䲠㼃㚇䞅
䮋䥁㚇㧺䮍
䲹㡞㼃䌟
䒹䮍䲠䴭䦟㺐䨼䲠䨼
䥁”䲠䢀㴂㚇
䦟㡞䌟䲠㺐㖵䲠㴂䱿
䲠䞅㼃
㧘䲠䲠䞅㧺䲠㺐䨼
䮋㼃䥁䮍
㧺㚇䥁
㺐㼃㧺㚇䮍䞅䲠
䮍㧺䞅䲠䥁䥁䲹
㡄䮍㚇
䲠㺐㡞䡷䲠䞅㖵
䥁䲹㺐䮍䞅㧺䲠
䮋䲠
㚇
䞲䨼䲠㴂䌟㚇䲠㖵䥁
䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 㡞䴭㺐㺐䮍䮋䲠䨼 㼃䌟䲹 䂵㺐䮍䮋㥆 䞅㼃䲠 䮋䮍䥁㚇㧺 䞅㼃䲠䱿 䥁䲠㧺䞅䌟䮍㧺䲠䨼—㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼 䌟䞅 䂵䲠 䉖㚇㧺㡄 㠷䴭㚇㧺䞲䌟㚇㧺㡄䩚 㕵䮍䮋 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼 䌟䞅 䂵䲠䩚 䃡㼃䲠䲹䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹 䮋䲠㺐䲠 䮍㧺㴂䱿 㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠 䝋㚇㺐㴂䱿㡋䲹䞅㚇㡄䲠 㬻㚇㺐䞅䌟㚇㴂 㚙䲠㧺䲠㺐㚇䞅䲠 㺐䲠㚇㴂䥁 㚇㧺䨼 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼㧺’䞅 䡷䮍䲹䲹䌟䂵㴂䱿 䂵䲠 㚇 䥁㚇䞅㖵㼃 㡞䮍㺐 䉖㚇㧺㡄 㠷䴭㚇㧺䞲䌟㚇㧺㡄㧘 䲠䲹䡷䲠㖵䌟㚇㴂㴂䱿 䲹䌟㧺㖵䲠 䲹㼃䲠 䡷䮍䲹䲹䲠䲹䲹䲠䨼 䞅㼃䲠 䥁䌟㡄㼃䞅䱿 䅑䲠䨼 䱢㴂䮍䴭䨼 䃡㺐䲠㚇䲹䴭㺐䲠 㬻䌟㺐㺐䮍㺐䦟 㢒䞅’䲹 䌟䥁䡷䮍䲹䲹䌟䂵㴂䲠 䞅㼃㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠䱿 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼 㼃㚇䒹䲠 㲋䌟㴂㴂䲠䨼 㼃䲠㺐䦟 䃡㼃䲠㺐䲠’䲹 䮍㧺㴂䱿 䮍㧺䲠 䡷䮍䲹䲹䌟䂵䌟㴂䌟䞅䱿—䞅㼃㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠䲹䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹 㚇㺐䲠 䥁䲠㺐䲠㴂䱿 䲹䥁㚇㴂㴂 㡞㺐䱿 䌟㧺 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䲹䲠㚇 䨼䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䲠㺐䲠 㚇㺐䲠 䥁䮍㺐䲠 䡷䮍䮋䲠㺐㡞䴭㴂 䂵䲠䌟㧺㡄䲹 㚇䥁䮍㧺㡄 䞅㼃䲠䥁䢀
䑊㚇㧺㡄䢀
㚇䑊㡄㧺䢀
䉖䌟䞅㼃䮍䴭䞅 㼃䲠䲹䌟䞅㚇䞅䌟䮍㧺㧘 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䲹䞅㺐䴭㖵㲋㧘 䨼㺐䌟䒹䲠㧺 䂵䱿 䞅㼃䲠 㧺䲠䲠䨼 䞅䮍 㚇䲹㖵䲠㺐䞅㚇䌟㧺 䮋㼃䲠䞅㼃䲠㺐 䞅㼃䲠 䮋䮍䥁㚇㧺 䞅㼃䲠䱿 䲹䡷䮍㲋䲠 䮍㡞 䮋㚇䲹 䉖㚇㧺㡄 㠷䴭㚇㧺䞲䌟㚇㧺㡄㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䞅䮍 䴭㧺䨼䲠㺐䲹䞅㚇㧺䨼 䮋㼃䲠㺐䲠 䲠䞲㚇㖵䞅㴂䱿 㼃䲠 㼃㚇䨼 䲠㧺䨼䲠䨼 䴭䡷䦟 㢒㧺䲹䞅㚇㧺䞅㴂䱿㧘 㼃䲠 䴭㧺㴂䲠㚇䲹㼃䲠䨼 䞅䮋䮍 䡷䴭㧺㖵㼃䲠䲹㧘 䨼䌟㺐䲠㖵䞅䲠䨼 㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹䢀
䃡㼃䴭䨼䢀
䴭䃡䨼䢀㼃
䃡㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹㧘 䲹䞅䴭㧺㧺䲠䨼 䂵䲠䱿䮍㧺䨼 䂵䲠㴂䌟䲠㡞㧘 㧺䲠䒹䲠㺐 䲠䞲䡷䲠㖵䞅䲠䨼 䞅㼃䲠㺐䲠 䮋䮍䴭㴂䨼 䂵䲠 㚇 䥁㚇㺐䞅䌟㚇㴂 㚇㺐䞅䌟䲹䞅 䨼㚇㺐䌟㧺㡄 䞅䮍 㚇㖵䞅 䲹䮍 㺐䲠㖵㲋㴂䲠䲹䲹㴂䱿 䮋䌟䞅㼃䌟㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼’䲹 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺䦟 䉖㚇䲹 㼃䲠 䞅㺐䴭㴂䱿 䴭㧺㚇㡞㺐㚇䌟䨼 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䮍㧺 䮍㡞 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼’䲹 䥁䌟㡄㼃䞅䩚 㕵䌟䲹䞅䮍㺐䌟㖵㚇㴂㴂䱿㧘 䞅㼃䲠 䲠㧺䞅䌟㺐䲠 䲹䲠㚇 䨼䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺 㼃㚇䲹 䂵䲠䲠㧺 䴭㧺䨼䲠㺐 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼’䲹 㺐䲠䌟㡄㧺㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䲠䒹䲠㧺 䌟㡞 䞅㼃䲠㺐䲠 㚇㺐䲠 䮍䞅㼃䲠㺐 䲹䡷䲠㖵䌟䲠䲹’ 㡞䮍㺐㖵䲠䲹 䮋䌟䞅㼃䌟㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䨼䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䡷㴂㚇㖵䲠䲹 㴂䌟㲋䲠 㚘䲠㧺㡄㴂㚇䌟 㵔㚇䌟㺐䱿 㢒䲹㴂㚇㧺䨼 䲠䞲䌟䲹䞅㧘 㧺䮍 䮍㧺䲠 䨼㚇㺐䲠䲹 䞅䮍 㖵㼃㚇㴂㴂䲠㧺㡄䲠 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼’䲹 㚇䴭䞅㼃䮍㺐䌟䞅䱿䦟 䉖㚇䲹 䞅㼃䌟䲹 㧺䲠䮋㖵䮍䥁䲠㺐 䌟㧺䲹㚇㧺䲠䩚
䖝䮋䌟䲹㼃䢀
䌟䖝䢀䮋㼃䲹
䃡䮋䮍 䲹䞅㺐䲠㚇䥁䲹 䮍㡞 䂵㴂䮍䮍䨼 䲹䡷㴂㚇䞅䞅䲠㺐䲠䨼 䌟㧺䞅䮍 䞅㼃䲠 㚇䌟㺐㥆 㡞㚇㖵䌟㧺㡄 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺’䲹 㡞䌟䲠㺐㖵䲠㴂䱿 䨼䲠㴂䌟䒹䲠㺐䲠䨼 䡷䴭㧺㖵㼃䲠䲹㧘 䞅㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹 䞅㺐䌟䲠䨼 䞅䮍 䡷㚇㺐㺐䱿 䮋䌟䞅㼃 䞅㼃䲠䌟㺐 䞅㺐䌟䨼䲠㧺䞅䲹㧘 䂵䴭䞅 䞅㼃䲠 䡷䴭㧺㖵㼃 䲹㼃㚇䞅䞅䲠㺐䲠䨼 䞅㼃䲠 䞅㺐䌟䨼䲠㧺䞅䲹㧘 䌟㧺䇏䴭㺐䌟㧺㡄 䞅㼃䲠䥁 䨼㺐㚇䲹䞅䌟㖵㚇㴂㴂䱿䦟 㢒㧺 䲹㼃䮍㖵㲋㧘 䞅㼃䲠䱿 㚇䞅䞅䲠䥁䡷䞅䲠䨼 䞅䮍 䞅㺐㚇㧺䲹㡞䮍㺐䥁 䌟㧺䞅䮍 䞅䮋䮍 䮋㚇䞅䲠㺐 䮋㚇䒹䲠䲹 䞅䮍 䲠䲹㖵㚇䡷䲠䢀
“㢒 㚇㧺䞅䌟㖵䌟䡷㚇䞅䲠䨼 䱿䮍䴭㺐 䲠䲹㖵㚇䡷䲠 㚇䞅䞅䲠䥁䡷䞅㧘 㺐䌟䲹䲠…”
㚇㧺䨼
䞅䲠㼃
䲹㠺
䲹㚇
㡞䌟
㚇䲹䲠㡄㴂㧺䌟
䲠䥁䞅㼃
䲠䓹
䲠䱿䴭㺐䥁䮍䞅䲹䲹䌟
䮍㼃䞅㼃㡄䴭㺐
㚇䮋䲹䒹䲠
㚇㖵䂵㧘㲋
䮍䲠䥁䞅䲹㺐㧺䲹
㧘䲹䴭䲠㖵㺐㡞㚇
䲹㚇䲠
䌟㼃䲹
㚇䲠㧺㧺䌟㖵㼃䃡
㖵䌟㧺䲠㡄㲋㴂㡞䌟㺐
㚇䲠䲹
㴂㧘䲹䲹䲠㚇
㧺㡄㖵䲹䌟䡷䲠㚇
䲹㚇
㼃䞅䲠
㡞䲠䲹䴭㖵㚇㺐
䥁㚇㡄㖵䌟㧘
䥁䞅䲠㼃
㧺䞅䱿䴭㖵䮍㴂䌟䴭䮍㧺䲹
㚇㼃㧺䨼䲹
㡞㼃䌟䲹
䲠㺐䡷䲠䨼㚇䡷㚇
㧺䲹㡄䌟䴭䲹䨼䡷䲠㧺
㼃䞅䲠
㧺㚇䨼
䮍㧺
㧘䮍䲹㲋䡷䲠
䌟䞅䲠㺐㧺䲠
㡄䒹䡷䌟㺐䲠䲠㧺㧺䞅
㚇䨼㧺
䥁䮍㡞㺐
䲠䴭䲹㺐㧺
䲠㺐㡞䨼䥁䮍
䌟㧺
䮍䌟㡞㖵㡄㺐㧺
䨼䌟䢀㡋㚇㺐䌟䥁
䖝㧺㚇䡷䢀
䖝㧺㚇䡷䢀
䌟㺐䢀䌟㚇㧺䮍㡞䞅㧺”䥁䮍
䮋䌟㼃䞅
䥁㼃䲠䞅
㧺䮍
䲠㺐㧺䞅䲹䮍㧘䲹䥁
“䂵㖵䬾䲠䲹㺐䌟䲠
㼃䲠
䲠㧺䌟㧺㼃䃡㚇㖵
㧺㚇䥁䮍䮋
䨼䒹䮍䌟㚘㺐䲠
䞅㼃䲠
㡞㼃䌟䲹
䓹䲠
䮋䮍䞅
䲠㧺㧺㺐䲠䨼㡄㺐䌟
㧘䱢䮍䨼䱿㴂㴂
䲠䨼䞅䲠䲹䡷䡷
䥁䲠
䲠䞅㼃
䲠䞅䦟㧺䥁䲠䮍㧺䌟䨼
䲠䲠䨼㴂䞅䨼䌟㚇
䱿䮍䴭
㧺䲠䴭䲹䥏㧘䲠䮍䌟䞅䨼
䥁䂵䌟䦟䲠䮍䥁䌟㴂
䃡㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹㧘 䞅㼃䮍㺐䮍䴭㡄㼃㴂䱿 䲹䞅䴭㧺㧺䲠䨼㧘 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼㧺’䞅 䂵䲠㴂䌟䲠䒹䲠 䞅㼃䲠 䥁㚇㺐䞅䌟㚇㴂 㚇㺐䞅䌟䲹䞅 䂵䲠㡞䮍㺐䲠 䞅㼃䲠䥁 䮋㚇䲹 䲹䮍 㡞䮍㺐䥁䌟䨼㚇䂵㴂䲠䦟 䑊㚇䲹䲠䨼 䮍㧺 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䞅㺐䲠㧺㡄䞅㼃 䨼䌟䲹䡷㴂㚇䱿䲠䨼 䲠㚇㺐㴂䌟䲠㺐㧘 㼃䲠 㴂䌟㲋䲠㴂䱿 㼃㚇䨼 㚇 㬻䌟䨼㡋䲹䞅㚇㡄䲠 㬻㚇㺐䞅䌟㚇㴂 䖝㚇䌟㧺䞅 㖵䴭㴂䞅䌟䒹㚇䞅䌟䮍㧺 㺐䲠㚇㴂䥁㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䌟㧺䨼䲠䲠䨼 䮋㚇䲹 㡞㚇㺐 䥁䮍㺐䲠 䡷䮍䮋䲠㺐㡞䴭㴂 䞅㼃㚇㧺 䞅㼃䲠 㡞䲠䥁㚇㴂䲠 䥁㚇㺐䞅䌟㚇㴂 㚇㺐䞅䌟䲹䞅 䮋㼃䮍 㼃㚇䨼 㚇㺐㺐䌟䒹䲠䨼 㼃䲠㺐䲠 䂵䲠㡞䮍㺐䲠䢀
“㕵䥁㧘 䮋㼃䮍 㚇㺐䲠 䱿䮍䴭㧘 䮋㼃䲠㺐䲠 㚇㺐䲠 䱿䮍䴭 㡞㺐䮍䥁㧘 䨼䮍㧺’䞅 䱿䮍䴭 㲋㧺䮍䮋 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䌟䲹 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺䩚 䓹䮍䴭 䲹䲠䲠㲋 䨼䲠㚇䞅㼃䢀”
㧺䲠㧺㚇㼃䌟䌟㚇䞅㴂
䮍㬩䨼
䌟㡞
‘”䃡㚇䲹㼃䞅
㡞䮍
䲠䨼㚇㺐
䲠䮍’䴭㺐䱿
㼃䞅䲠
䌟㧺
㚇䌟䬾㧺䥁䮍㧘
䨼䲠䨼䮍䮍䥁㧘
䲠䖝㚇
䮋㴂㴂䌟
䖝䮍㧺
㴂㴂䱿䡷䥁䢀䮍㖵䲠䞅䲠”
䲠䖝㚇
㚇㧺䌟䞅㖵䮍
㺐䌟㡄㧘㼃䞅
䞅䮍
䮍䴭䱿
䮍㬩䨼
䮍䱿䴭
䞅䲠㚇㲋
䞅䲠㼃
䃡㼃䲠 䞅䮋䮍 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐䲹 䨼䌟䨼 㧺䮍䞅 㚇㧺䲹䮋䲠㺐 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺’䲹 䥏䴭䲠䲹䞅䌟䮍㧺㧘 䌟㧺䲹䞅䲠㚇䨼㧘 䞅㼃䲠䱿 䲹㼃䮍䴭䞅䲠䨼 䞅㼃㺐䲠㚇䞅䲹䦟 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼㧺’䞅 䂵䲠 䂵䮍䞅㼃䲠㺐䲠䨼 䞅䮍 㺐䲠䲹䡷䮍㧺䨼㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䌟䥁䥁䲠䨼䌟㚇䞅䲠㴂䱿 㖵㺐䴭䲹㼃䲠䨼 䮍㧺䲠 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐’䲹 㼃䲠㚇䨼䲹 䮋䌟䞅㼃 㼃䌟䲹 㴂䲠㡞䞅 㡞䮍䮍䞅㧘 㖵㚇䴭䲹䌟㧺㡄 䌟䞅 䞅䮍 䂵䲠 㚇㧺㧺䌟㼃䌟㴂㚇䞅䲠䨼㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䲠㧺 㖵䮍㴂䨼㴂䱿 㴂䮍䮍㲋䲠䨼 㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠 䮍䞅㼃䲠㺐 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐 㚇㧺䨼 䲹㚇䌟䨼㧘 “㢒 䨼䮍㧺’䞅 䮋㚇㧺䞅 䞅䮍 䮋㚇䲹䞅䲠 䞅䌟䥁䲠䦟 䉖㼃㚇䞅䲠䒹䲠㺐 㢒 㚇䲹㲋㧘 䱿䮍䴭 㚇㧺䲹䮋䲠㺐䦟 䙵㧺䨼䲠㺐䲹䞅㚇㧺䨼䩚”
䃡㼃䲠 䮍䞅㼃䲠㺐 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐 䮋㚇䲹 䞅㺐䴭㴂䱿 䲹䞅䴭㧺㧺䲠䨼㧘 㡄㚇㪅䌟㧺㡄 㚇䞅 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䌟㧺 䞅䲠㺐㺐䮍㺐䦟 㢒䞅 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼 㧺䲠䒹䲠㺐 㼃㚇䒹䲠 䌟䥁㚇㡄䌟㧺䲠䨼 䞅㼃㚇䞅 㡞䮍㺐 䲹䮍 䥁㚇㧺䱿 䱿䲠㚇㺐䲹㧘 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䲠㧺䞅䌟㺐䲠 䖝䲠㚇 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺 㼃㚇䲹 䂵䲠䲠㧺 㺐䴭㴂䲠䨼 䲹䮍㴂䲠㴂䱿 䂵䱿 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼䦟 䝋䒹䲠㺐䱿䮍㧺䲠 㲋㧺䲠䮋㧘 䲠䒹䲠㧺 㧺䮍䮋㧘 䝋㚇㺐䞅㼃 䮍㧺㴂䱿 㼃㚇䲹 䞅㼃㺐䲠䲠 㠺㧺㖵䌟䲠㧺䞅 㬻㚇㺐䞅䌟㚇㴂 䉖䮍㺐㴂䨼䲹 㴂䲠㡞䞅㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䮍䲹䲠 㺐䲠䥁㚇䌟㧺䌟㧺㡄 䌟㧺㼃䲠㺐䌟䞅㚇㧺㖵䲠䲹 㚇㺐䲠 䒹䲠㺐䱿 㖵㴂䲠㚇㺐㧘 䞅㼃㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺 䌟䲹 㚇 䲹䡷䲠㖵䌟㚇㴂 㺐䲠㚇㴂䥁 䮋㼃䲠㺐䲠 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼’䲹 䡷䮍䮋䲠㺐 䌟䲹 䴭㧺䥁㚇䞅㖵㼃䲠䨼 㚇㧺䨼 䲹㼃䮍䴭㴂䨼 㧺䮍䞅 䂵䲠 䞅䮍䴭㖵㼃䲠䨼䦟 䃡㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺 䲠䒹䲠㧺 㼃㚇䲹 㚇 䥁䴭䞅䴭㚇㴂 䴭㧺䨼䲠㺐䲹䞅㚇㧺䨼䌟㧺㡄 䮋䌟䞅㼃 䞅㼃䲠 㴂㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠䱿 䨼䮍 㧺䮍䞅 䌟㧺䞅䲠㺐㡞䲠㺐䲠 䮋䌟䞅㼃 䲠㚇㖵㼃 䮍䞅㼃䲠㺐䦟 䃡㼃㚇䞅’䲹 䞅㼃䲠 㺐䲠㚇䲹䮍㧺 䮋㼃䱿 䲠䒹䲠㺐䱿䞅㼃䌟㧺㡄 㼃㚇䲹 㺐䲠䥁㚇䌟㧺䲠䨼 䡷䲠㚇㖵䲠㡞䴭㴂 㡞䮍㺐 䲹䮍 㴂䮍㧺㡄䦟 㕵䮍䮋䲠䒹䲠㺐㧘 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䥁㚇㺐䞅䌟㚇㴂 㚇㺐䞅䌟䲹䞅㧘 㼃㚇䒹䌟㧺㡄 䂵㺐䲠㚇㖵㼃䲠䨼 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺㧘 㼃㚇䨼 䨼䲠㖵䌟䲹䌟䒹䲠㴂䱿 㲋䌟㴂㴂䲠䨼 䌟䞅䲹 㖵䮍䥁䡷㚇㧺䌟䮍㧺 䮋䌟䞅㼃䮍䴭䞅 㲋㧺䮍䮋䌟㧺㡄 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䌟㧺㧘 䮋㼃㚇䞅 䌟䲹 㼃䲠 䌟㧺䞅䲠㧺䨼䌟㧺㡄 䞅䮍 䨼䮍䩚 䬾䮍䲠䲹 㼃䲠 㺐䲠㚇㴂㴂䱿 㧺䮍䞅 㲋㧺䮍䮋 䞅㼃䲠 㼃䲠䌟㡄㼃䞅 㚇㧺䨼 䨼䲠䡷䞅㼃 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䲠 㼃䲠㚇䒹䲠㧺䲹 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䲠 䲠㚇㺐䞅㼃䩚
䦟䴭䱿”䦟䮍䦟
䲠䖝㚇
㧺㚇䬾䮍㧘䥁䌟
㚇㖵㧺
䦟”䦟䦟䮍䴭䓹
䮍㧺
㚇䖝䲠
䮍㧺䖝
㼃䲠䞅
㚇㖵䞅
䲠㠺䂵䮍䒹
䞅㼃䲠
䮍㬩䨼
㴂䌟䮋㴂
㧺䮍䲠
䮍㡞
䥁㚇㲋䲠
㴂㲋㺐㧘䲹㖵䲠䲹䱿㴂䲠
“䖝㚇䱿 䮍㧺䲠 䥁䮍㺐䲠 䮋䮍㺐䨼 㚇㧺䨼 䱿䮍䴭’㴂㴂 䲠㧺䨼 䴭䡷 䇏䴭䲹䞅 㴂䌟㲋䲠 㼃䌟䥁䦟 㢒 䮍㧺㴂䱿 䮋㚇㧺䞅 䞅䮍 㲋㧺䮍䮋 䮋㼃䲠㺐䲠 䞅㼃䲠 䮋䮍䥁㚇㧺 䱿䮍䴭 䥁䲠㧺䞅䌟䮍㧺䲠䨼 䌟䲹䩚” 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 㚇䲹㲋䲠䨼 㖵㚇㴂䥁㴂䱿䦟
㢒㧺 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺’䲹 䒹䌟䲠䮋㧘 䲹䴭㺐㡞㚇㖵䲠㡋䮋䌟䲹䲠㧘 㼃䲠 䲹䲠䲠䥁䲠䨼 㚇㺐㺐䮍㡄㚇㧺䞅 㡞䮍㺐 䌟㧺䞅㺐䴭䨼䌟㧺㡄 䴭䡷䮍㧺 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䲹䮍㡋㖵㚇㴂㴂䲠䨼 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺䦟 㢒㧺 㺐䲠㚇㴂䌟䞅䱿㧘 䌟䞅’䲹 㧺䮍䞅 䞅㼃㚇䞅 㼃䲠’䲹 㚇㺐㺐䮍㡄㚇㧺䞅㧘 䂵䴭䞅 㺐㚇䞅㼃䲠㺐 䞅㼃䲠 㺐䴭㴂䲠㺐 䮍㡞 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䲹䮍㡋㖵㚇㴂㴂䲠䨼 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼 䬾䮍䥁㚇䌟㧺 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䮍㧺 䮍㡞 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼 㚇㺐䲠 䞅䮍䮍 䨼䮍䥁䌟㧺䲠䲠㺐䌟㧺㡄䦟 䃡㼃䲠䱿 䨼䮍㧺’䞅 㚇㴂㴂䮍䮋 䮍䞅㼃䲠㺐䲹 䞅䮍 䲹䞅䲠䡷 䌟㧺䦟 㠺㧺䱿䮍㧺䲠 㚇㺐㺐䌟䒹䌟㧺㡄 㼃䲠㺐䲠 䥁䴭䲹䞅 㲋㧺䲠䲠㴂 㚇㧺䨼 䂵䲠㡄 㡞䮍㺐 䥁䲠㺐㖵䱿㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䡷㺐䮍䥁䡷䞅㴂䱿 㴂䲠㚇䒹䲠䦟 㕵䮍䮋 㖵䮍㧺㖵䲠䌟䞅䲠䨼 㚇㧺䨼 㚇㺐㺐䮍㡄㚇㧺䞅 䌟䲹 䞅㼃䌟䲹䩚
㼃䲹䮋䮍
䴭㧘䂵䨼䞅䮍
㴂䌟䱿䲠㖵㧺䞅㚇㺐
㼃䞅䴭䞅䉖䮍䌟
䲠䲠䲹㼃䞅
䱿䮋㼃
㼃䲹䌟㡞
䲠䓹
㼃䨼㧺’䞅㚇
䒹㧘䮍䲠䥁
㧺㼃㚇䲠䃡㖵㧺䌟
䲠㖵㺐䥁䱿
㢒䞅’䲹
㡞䌟
䴭䨼䮍䮋㴂
䲠㚇㼃䒹
䮍䞅
㚇
䲠䞅䨼㲋㚇䞅㚇㖵
䲠䞲䞅㺐䱿䲠䥁㴂䲠
㚇㧺
㼃䥁䌟䦟
䩚㧺䲠䌟䞅㧺䲠㚇㼃㖵㺐䌟
䥁䮍㺐䲠䲹䞅䲹㧺
㴂㺐㧘㚇㖵䲠
㼃䲹䴭㖵
㺐㚇㧺㺐䮍㡄䞅㚇
㚇
䮍䞅䮋
䌟䲠㖵䱿䒹㴂䌟䲹䲠䨼
䲠㚇䨼䥁
“䬾䲠㚇䨼㧘 䨼䲠㚇䨼䦟䦟䦟” 䃡㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐 䮋㚇䲹 䮍䒹䲠㺐䮋㼃䲠㴂䥁䲠䨼 䂵䱿 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺’䲹 㚇䴭㺐㚇㧘 㼃䴭㺐㺐䌟䲠䨼㴂䱿 䲹䡷䲠㚇㲋䌟㧺㡄 䮍䴭䞅䦟
“䬾䲠㚇䨼䩚 㕵䮍䮋 䌟䲹 䞅㼃㚇䞅 䡷䮍䲹䲹䌟䂵㴂䲠䩚 㢒 䨼䮍㧺’䞅 䂵䲠㴂䌟䲠䒹䲠 䌟䞅䦟 㢒㡞 䱿䮍䴭 䨼䮍㧺’䞅 䞅䲠㴂㴂 䞅㼃䲠 䞅㺐䴭䞅㼃㧘 㢒’㴂㴂 㚇㧺㧺䌟㼃䌟㴂㚇䞅䲠 䱿䮍䴭 䌟䥁䥁䲠䨼䌟㚇䞅䲠㴂䱿䢀” 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䲹䞅䮍䥁䡷䲠䨼 䨼䮍䮋㧺 㼃㚇㺐䨼㧘 䌟㧺䲹䞅㚇㧺䞅㴂䱿 䲹㼃㚇䞅䞅䲠㺐䌟㧺㡄 䞅㼃䲠 㺐䲠䥁㚇䌟㧺䌟㧺㡄 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐’䲹 㼃㚇㴂㡞 䂵䮍䨼䱿䢀
㼃㼃䌟㡄
㧺䥁㚇㺐䞅䞅䮍䡷䌟
䞅䮍
䌟㧺㼃䲠㖵㧺㚇䃡
䲠䂵
䮍㲋䮋㧺
㼃㚇䨼
䲠䂵
䞅㼃䞅㚇䦟
䇏䴭䲹䞅
䲹㢒䞅’
㚇䌟㡄䞲㧺㚇㧺䴭㠷
㠷䴭䌟㧺䞲㧺㡄㚇㚇
㚇䞅㼃䞅
䌟㴂㲋䲠
㧺㖵䴭䞅䮍䨼’㴂
䞅䲠㼃㧘䮍䲹㧺
䉖㚇㧺㡄
䞅䲠䞅㚇㧺㴂
䨼㧺㚇
䂵䒹㴂䌟䲠䲠䲠
䲹㚇䲠㺐㺐䞅䲠䴭
䲹㚇䮋
䲠㴂䥏㴂䱿䴭㚇
䲠䨼䨼䌟
䓹䲠
䲠㴂㺐䥁㚇
䞅㴂䲹㺐䱿䲠㡋㡄㚇䝋㚇
䞅䲠㼃
㡄㚇㧺䉖
䮍䃡
㧺䌟㚇䞅㧘䖝
䲠㡞䮋㺐䴭㴂䮍䡷
䲠䞅㼃
䲠㺐㼃
䞅䴭㧺㖵䞅䌟䌟䒹㚇㴂䮍
䌟㼃䮋䞅
“䨼䅑䲠
㚇㚇㺐㬻䞅䌟㴂
㧺䌟
㺐䌟㬻”㺐㺐䮍
䱢䴭㴂䨼䮍
䦟䱿䮍䂵䨼
䮋㼃䌟䞅
䴭䃡䲹䲠䲠㚇㺐㺐
㧺㺐㡄䮍䲹䞅
䂵䲠
䴭㧺䮍䨼㴂㖵’䞅
䞅㴂㚇䌟䌟䂵䱿
䞅䮍
㡞䌟
䝋䒹䲠㧺
䨼㴂䲹䲠䲠㺐
䲹䮋㚇
䲠䨼䲠㚇䲠㡞䞅䨼
䲹㴂䌟䞅㴂
㡞䌟
䮋䮍䞅
䢀䌟㼃䥁
㧺䮍
䮍䥁㡞㺐
䲹䮍䞅㧺䲠䥁㺐䲹
䲠䲹㼃
㼃䲠㺐
㧺䮍䞅
䲠㧘䞅㼃㺐䲠
䮋䌟㧺㧘
㺐䲠㕵
㚇䲠㖵䲹䲠䡷
䥁䲹䞅䴭
䌟䲠䌟㧺㺐㧘䲹㧺㼃䞅䲠㖵㚇
䞅䲠䮍㼃㺐
䲹䲠㼃
䌟㡞㼃䲹
㚇㧺䨼
䱿㺐䲹㧺䲹䲠㖵䲠䌟㚇㴂
䲠㴂㴂䌟㲋䨼䦟
䒹䲠䲠㧺
㡄㧺䲠㖵䌟䲠䒹䌟䨼
䲠䲠䞅䲹㼃
䮍㖵䲠䨼㧺䲠㧺䞅㺐䴭䲠
䴭䨼㴂䮍䮋
䖝䴭㺐䲠 䲠㧺䮍䴭㡄㼃㧘 䮋㼃䲠㧺 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䨼䌟䲹䡷㴂㚇䱿䲠䨼 㼃䌟䲹 䌟㺐䮍㧺㡋䂵㴂䮍䮍䨼䲠䨼 䥁䲠䞅㼃䮍䨼䲹㧘 䌟䞅 䮋㚇䲹 㧺䮍 䇏䮍㲋䲠䦟 㕵䲠 䞅㺐䴭㴂䱿 䌟㧺䞅䲠㧺䨼䲠䨼 䞅䮍 㲋䌟㴂㴂㧘 䞅㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐 䮋㚇䲹 㡞㺐䌟㡄㼃䞅䲠㧺䲠䨼 䞅䮍 䌟䞅䲹 㖵䮍㺐䲠㧘 䥏䴭䌟㖵㲋㴂䱿 䲹㚇䌟䨼㧘 “㢒 䲹䡷䲠㚇㲋㧘 㢒 䲹䡷䲠㚇㲋㧘 䇏䴭䲹䞅 㺐䲠㖵䲠㧺䞅㴂䱿㧘 䞅㼃䲠㺐䲠 䮋㚇䲹 㚇 䮋䮍䥁㚇㧺 䮋㼃䮍 㚇㺐㺐䌟䒹䲠䨼 㼃䲠㺐䲠 䮍㧺 㚇 䲹䥁㚇㴂㴂 䂵䮍㚇䞅㧘 䮋䲠 䨼䌟䲹㖵䮍䒹䲠㺐䲠䨼 㼃䲠㺐㧘 䂵䴭䞅 䞅㼃䲠 䮋䮍䥁㚇㧺 䮋㚇䲹 䲹䞅㺐䮍㧺㡄㧘 䮋䲠 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼㧺’䞅 㖵㚇䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠 㼃䲠㺐㧘 䲠䒹䲠㧺䞅䴭㚇㴂㴂䱿㧘 䞅㼃䲠 䖝䮍㧺 䮍㡞 䖝䲠㚇 㬩䮍䨼 䞅䮍䮍㲋 㚇㖵䞅䌟䮍㧺䲹㧘 䌟㧺䇏䴭㺐䲠䨼 㼃䲠㺐 㡄㺐㚇䒹䲠㴂䱿 䌟㧺 䞅㼃㺐䲠䲠 䥁䮍䒹䲠䲹㧘 㚇㧺䨼 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䮋䮍䥁㚇㧺 㖵㼃㚇㺐㡄䲠䨼 䌟㧺䞅䮍 䞅㼃䲠 㢒䥁䥁䮍㺐䞅㚇㴂 䅑䮍㖵 䖝䞅䮍㧺䲠 䖝㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠 䴭㧺䨼䲠㺐 䞅㼃䲠 䡷㺐䮍䞅䲠㖵䞅䌟䮍㧺 䮍㡞 㚇 䥁䌟㺐㺐䮍㺐䦟䦟䦟”
䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䡷㚇䴭䲹䲠䨼㧘 䞅㼃䲠㧺 䞅㺐㚇㧺䲹㡞䮍㺐䥁䲠䨼 䌟㧺䞅䮍 㚇 䂵䲠㚇䥁 䮍㡞 㴂䌟㡄㼃䞅㧘 㺐䴭䲹㼃䌟㧺㡄 䞅䮍䮋㚇㺐䨼䲹 䞅㼃䲠 㢒䥁䥁䮍㺐䞅㚇㴂 䅑䮍㖵 䖝䞅䮍㧺䲠 䖝㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠䦟 䃡㼃䲠 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐㧘 䮋㼃䌟㖵㼃 㼃㚇䨼㧺’䞅 䂵䲠䲠㧺 㚇㧺㧺䌟㼃䌟㴂㚇䞅䲠䨼 䂵䱿 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺㧘 䮋㚇䲹 䲹䞅䴭㧺㧺䲠䨼㧘 䞅㼃䲠㧺 㚇㧺㡄㺐䌟㴂䱿 䲹㚇䌟䨼㧘 “㵔䮍䮍㴂㧘 䞅㼃㚇䞅 㢒䥁䥁䮍㺐䞅㚇㴂 䅑䮍㖵 䖝䞅䮍㧺䲠 䖝㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠 䲹䞅䌟㴂㴂 㧺䲠䲠䨼䲹 䲹䮍䥁䲠 䞅䌟䥁䲠 䂵䲠㡞䮍㺐䲠 䌟䞅 䮍䡷䲠㧺䲹㧘 㧺䮍 䮍㧺䲠 㖵㚇㧺 䲹䌟䥁䡷㴂䱿 㖵㼃㚇㺐㡄䲠 䌟㧺 㴂䌟㲋䲠 䞅㼃㚇䞅㧘 㚇㧺䱿䮍㧺䲠 䮋㼃䮍 䞅㺐䌟䲠䲹 䮋䌟㴂㴂 㖵䲠㺐䞅㚇䌟㧺㴂䱿 䨼䌟䲠䢀”
㧺䲠䂵䌟㺐䞅㴂䥁㡄
䲠䃡㧺㧺䌟㚇㼃㖵
䮋㚇䲹
䖝䡷㴂䴭㖵㺐䲠䴭䞅
䲠䮋㺐㧘䡷䮍
䞅㼃䮋䌟
䲠䓹
㠺
㼃䲠
䲠㼃䞅
䲠㼃
㴂㺐䥁䂵䮍䌟㚇㡞䨼䲠
䮍䞅
㺐䥁䮍䮍㚇䌟䞅㵔㧺
䮋㴂䲠㼃䮍
䞅䲠㼃
㼃䌟䲹
䲠㼃
䨼䞅’㼃㚇㧺
㼃䞅䲠
䲹䮍㧺䞅䲠
䅑䮍㖵
䌟䲹㼃
㺐䂵䨼䌟
䲠䲠㡄䌟㴂㡞㧺
䱿䂵䮍䨼
䴭䇏䞅䲹
䮍㧺㴂䴭㧺㖵䂵䞅㺐䮍㴂㴂䱿㚇䦟
㚇䮋䲹
䨼㧺㚇
䱿㚇䢀䮋㚇
䉖䲠㼃㧺
㖵㴂䨼䨼䌟䮍㴂䲠
㼃䞅䲠
䂵䴭䞅
㚇䨼㼃䲠
䌟䱿㪅䨼㧘㪅
䮋㚇䲹
䒹㧺䲠䲠
㚇䲹㧘㺐㖵㼃
㧘䲠䱿䲠
㧺㚇䲠䨼㲋
䮍㧺㚇㺐䴭䨼
䱿䂵
䌟䮍䬾㚇㧺䥁
㼃䞅䲠
㺐㧺䨼䴭㚇䮍
㼃䮋䞅䌟
䨼䮍䱿䂵
䮍䴭㡄㼃䞅䦟㼃䞅
㚇
䲠㺐䞅䲠㼃
㺐㧺䞅䌟䲠䲠
䲠䞲䲠䡷䞅㧘㖵䨼䲠
䲹䱿㴂䌟㼃㚇䡷㖵
䲠㬩䞅㚇㺐
䌟䥁㧘䞅䮍䮍㡞㚇㧺㺐
㚇㼃㖵䨼䲠㺐㡄
䌟㧺䒹䌟䨼䲠
㧺㲋㖵㲋䲠䨼䮍
䨼㚇㼃
䲠㼃䞅
㖵䡷㧘㺐䞅䲠㴂䲹䴭䴭
䖝䲠㚇
䨼㴂㲋㖵䂵䮍䲠
䴭㡞䌟㖵㡞㴂䞅䨼䌟
䞅䖝䮍䲠㧺
䞅䮍
䂵䌟㧺䒹䲹䌟䲠䌟㴂
㴂㡞㡄㧺䌟㧘䱿
䲹㚇䮋
䲠䮍䞅㧺䲹
㚇㢒䥁䞅㺐㴂䥁䮍
㚇䑊㡄䢀㧺
䲠䞅䞅㖵䲠䨼
㚇㧺䨼
䲹㼃䌟
㚇䲹䮋
㼃䲠
䌟䴭㡄䲹㧺
䴭㴂䨼䮍
㚇䲹
䮋㡞㚇䮍䨼㺐㧘㺐
䂵䴭䲠䮍㖵䨼㧺
㚇䮋䲹
䴭䡷䲠㴂㖵㺐䴭䲹䞅
㚇䲹䥁䒹䌟䲹䲠
“䬾㚇䥁㧺 䌟䞅㧘 䮋㼃㚇䞅 㲋䌟㧺䨼 䮍㡞 㡞䮍㺐䥁㚇䞅䌟䮍㧺 䌟䲹 䞅㼃䌟䲹㧘 䲹䮍 䡷䮍䮋䲠㺐㡞䴭㴂㧘 㴂䲠䞅’䲹 䞅㺐䱿 㚇㡄㚇䌟㧺䦟䦟䦟” 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 㖵䴭㺐䲹䲠䨼㧘 㚇㴂䲹䮍 㚇 䡷䲠㺐䲹䮍㧺 䮋㼃䮍 䨼䮍䲠䲹㧺’䞅 㚇㖵㖵䲠䡷䞅 䨼䲠㡞䲠㚇䞅㧘 䌟䥁䥁䲠䨼䌟㚇䞅䲠㴂䱿 䌟㡄㧺䌟䞅䲠䨼 䌟㧺䞅䮍 㚇 㡞㴂㚇䥁䲠㧘 䂵䴭㺐㧺䌟㧺㡄 㚇㴂㴂 㼃䌟䲹 䡷㼃䱿䲹䌟㖵㚇㴂 䂵䮍䨼䱿 䡷䮍䮋䲠㺐㧘 㺐䴭䲹㼃䌟㧺㡄 䞅䮍䮋㚇㺐䨼䲹 䞅㼃䲠 㡄䌟㚇㧺䞅 䂵䌟㺐䨼 䲹䞅䮍㧺䲠 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠䦟
䑊㚇㧺㡄䢀 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䮋㚇䲹 㲋㧺䮍㖵㲋䲠䨼 㡞㴂䱿䌟㧺㡄 䮍㧺㖵䲠 䥁䮍㺐䲠㧘 㼃䌟䲹 䲠㧺䞅䌟㺐䲠 䂵䲠䌟㧺㡄 㼃䴭㺐㴂䲠䨼 䲹䲠䒹䲠㺐㚇㴂 䞅㼃䮍䴭䲹㚇㧺䨼 䥁䲠䞅䲠㺐䲹 㚇䮋㚇䱿㧘 㼃䲠㚇䒹䌟㴂䱿 㖵㺐㚇䲹㼃䌟㧺㡄 䌟㧺䞅䮍 䞅㼃䲠 䲹䲠㚇䮋㚇䞅䲠㺐㧘 䞅㺐䌟㡄㡄䲠㺐䌟㧺㡄 㚇 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅㺐䮍䴭䲹 䮋㚇䒹䲠㧘 㴂䌟㲋䲠 㡞㚇㴂㴂䌟㧺㡄 䌟㧺䞅䮍 䮋㚇䞅䲠㺐䦟
䡷㺐䲠䮍䩚䮋
㼃䌟䲹䞅
䲠㧘䮍䥁䥁㧺䞅
㧺䌟䲹㡄䲹䞅䮋䲠䌟㧺
㧺䲠㧘䲹㖵䲠
㴂䡷䲠㼃
㚇䖝䲠
㚇䲹㼃
䮍㧺䖝
䥁䌟㧺䨼㧘
䴭䞅䲠㺐䥁䞅
㲋䨼䌟㧺
䮍㡞
‘㬩䲹䮍䨼
䒹㧺䲠䲠
䲠㼃
㡞䮍
㼃䞅䲠
㧺䌟
䲹㼃䞅䌟
㺐㡞䮍
㚇㧺䨼
䴭㡄䱿㧘
䮍䞅
䉖”䞅㚇㼃
䲠㶒䲠䡷
㼃䲠
㚇䞅㬻䌟㚇㴂㺐
䨼䲹䲠䡷䲠㚇㖵
䮍㴂㡞䩚䮍
㺐䮍㧺䲹䲠䞅䥁
㧘䲠䱿䞅
䞅䮍
䞅㚇䲠㠷
䌟䲹
㴂㖵䌟䲹䱿㚇㼃䡷
㧺䡷䮍䲠
䞅㠺
䮍䲹’䲠㧺䨼䞅
㧺䖝㚇䞅䌟
䞅䮍
“㚇㺐㴂䴭䱿㴂䞅䢀㚇㧺
㴂㺐㚇䥁㧘䲠
䂵䨼䮍䱿
㴂䮍䨼㖵㴂䌟䲠
䮋㚇䌟䞅
䌟䲹㖵䱿㼃䡷㚇㴂
㡞䥁䞅䮍䮍㚇㺐䌟㧘㧺
㧘䲠䨼䲹㧺䞅䴭㧺
㺐䌟㡞䞅䮍㚇䥁㧺䮍
䞅㼃䲹䌟
䲹䌟
㼃㧺㚇䨼䞅’
䨼㚇㺐䲠
䲠䞅㼃
䞅䮍
䮍㧺㺐䲠䞅䥁䲹
䲠㺐䮍䮋䡷
䲹㴂䲠䞅䌟㡞㧘
䴭䞅䨼䮍㖵㴂’㧺
㠺㖵䞅䴭㚇㴂㴂䱿
䌟䞅
㡞䌟㼃䲹
㧺㚇㖵
䮋䌟㼃䞅
䨼䮍䱿䂵
䲠㺐㲋䂵㚇
㼃䞅䌟䲹
䮋䲹㚇
䮋䞅䌟㼃
䲹䌟㼃䞅
䞅䴭䂵
㼃䞅䲠
䮍㧺㴂䱿
䞅䌟㡄䱿㺐㧺
㧺䨼㚇
㚇
䞅䖝䲠㡄㚇
䞅㼃㚇䞅
䲠㺐䡷䴭
䨼㼃㚇䲠㖵㺐䲠
䑊䮍䮍䥁䢀 㠺 㖵䮍㴂䴭䥁㧺 䮍㡞 䮋㚇䞅䲠㺐 䲹䮍㚇㺐䲠䨼 䌟㧺䞅䮍 䞅㼃䲠 䲹㲋䱿㧘 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 㚇㴂䲹䮍 䲹䴭㺐㡄䲠䨼 䮍䴭䞅 㚇㴂䮍㧺㡄 䮋䌟䞅㼃 䞅㼃䲠 䮋㚇䞅䲠㺐 㖵䮍㴂䴭䥁㧺㧘 㴂䮍䮍㲋䌟㧺㡄 㚇䞅 䞅㼃䲠 䨼䌟䲹䞅㚇㧺䞅 㡄䌟㚇㧺䞅 䂵䌟㺐䨼 䲹䞅䮍㧺䲠 䲹㖵䴭㴂䡷䞅䴭㺐䲠㧘 㖵䮍䴭㴂䨼㧺’䞅 㼃䲠㴂䡷 䂵䴭䞅 䂵䌟䞅䲠 㼃䌟䲹 䞅䲠䲠䞅㼃 㚇㧺䨼 䲹㚇䌟䨼㧘 “䃡㼃䌟䲹 㡞䮍㺐䥁㚇䞅䌟䮍㧺 䌟䲹 䞅䮍䮍 㡞䮍㺐䥁䌟䨼㚇䂵㴂䲠㧘 䞅㼃䲠㺐䲠’䲹 㧺䮍 䮋㚇䱿 䞅䮍 䂵㺐䲠㚇㲋 䌟䞅㧘 䌟㧺䞅㺐䴭䨼䌟㧺㡄 䌟䲹 㧺䮍䞅 䡷䮍䲹䲹䌟䂵㴂䲠㧘 㼃䮍䮋 䨼䌟䨼 䉖㚇㧺㡄 㠷䴭㚇㧺䞲䌟㚇㧺㡄 㡄䲠䞅 䌟㧺䲹䌟䨼䲠䩚”
“䉖㼃㚇䞅䩚 䓹䮍䴭䦟䦟䦟 䱿䮍䴭 䞅㼃䌟䲹 㡄䴭䱿 㚇㖵䞅䴭㚇㴂㴂䱿 䌟䲹㧺’䞅 䨼䲠㚇䨼 䱿䲠䞅䩚 䃡㼃䌟䲹䦟䦟䦟 㚇㺐䲠 䱿䮍䴭 䲹䞅䌟㴂㴂 㼃䴭䥁㚇㧺䩚” 䃡㼃㚇䞅 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䥁䮍㧺䲹䞅䲠㺐 䞅㼃䮍䴭㡄㼃䞅 䓹䲠 䃡䌟㚇㧺㖵㼃䲠㧺 䮋䮍䴭㴂䨼 㚇㴂㺐䲠㚇䨼䱿 䂵䲠 䨼䲠㚇䨼 㡞㺐䮍䥁 䲹䴭㖵㼃 㚇 䲹䞅㺐䮍㧺㡄 䌟䥁䡷㚇㖵䞅㧘 䴭㧺䲠䞲䡷䲠㖵䞅䲠䨼㴂䱿 㼃䲠 䮋㚇䲹 䲹䞅䌟㴂㴂 㚇㴂䌟䒹䲠㧘 䲹㖵㚇㺐䌟㧺㡄 䌟䞅 䌟㧺䞅䮍 㺐䮍㴂㴂䌟㧺㡄 䌟䞅䲹 㡞䌟䲹㼃 䲠䱿䲠䲹䢀 䨑䃡䮍 䂵䲠 㖵䮍㧺䞅䌟㧺䴭䲠䨼䦟 㢒㡞 䱿䮍䴭 㴂䌟㲋䲠 䞅㼃䌟䲹 䮋䮍㺐㲋㧘 䮋䲠㴂㖵䮍䥁䲠 䞅䮍 䒹䮍䞅䲠 㡞䮍㺐 䌟䞅 䮋䌟䞅㼃 㺐䲠㖵䮍䥁䥁䲠㧺䨼䲠䨼 䞅䌟㖵㲋䲠䞅䲹㧘 䥁䮍㧺䞅㼃㴂䱿 䞅䌟㖵㲋䲠䞅䲹 䮍㧺 䥏䌟䨼䌟㚇㧺䦟㖵䮍䥁㧘 䱿䮍䴭㺐 䲹䴭䡷䡷䮍㺐䞅 䌟䲹 䥁䱿 㡄㺐䲠㚇䞅䲠䲹䞅 䥁䮍䞅䌟䒹㚇䞅䌟䮍㧺䦟 㬻䮍䂵䌟㴂䲠 䴭䲹䲠㺐䲹㧘 䡷㴂䲠㚇䲹䲠 䒹䌟䲹䌟䞅 䥁䦟䥏䌟䨼䌟㚇㧺䦟㖵䮍䥁 㡞䮍㺐 㺐䲠㚇䨼䌟㧺㡄䦟䦟䘭