Capítulo 1394: Chapter 1394: Flashpoint
I really didn’t expect Father God to co over himself. That morning, I was in the yard, holding a tea canister filled with popcorn and scattering it on the ground to feed the Little Crow and Wild Dingdang (does this scene look familiar to you? Yes, just like feeding pigeons in the square—which those mini dwen and Wild Dingdang have been treated as pigeons for days now), when suddenly I heard the gate of the yard clang twice. I ran over to see Father God standing outside, dressed like a returning overseas Chinese on a ho visit, grinning at : “I ca for a visit—can you pay the fare for ?”
I couldn’t afford to be surprised, so I peeked through the gate and saw a yellow and white taxi parked by the roadside, with soone who looked like a driver looking around in confusion: there is a permanent Mind Interference Field set up by Sandora around our house, anyone approaching within a certain range would lose their “focus,” and that driver would probably soon forget why he drove here.
I found out that Father God ca by taxi from the bus terminal, so I quickly ran over to give the fare to the driver. By this ti, the driver was already preparing to leave, seeing an unfamiliar person suddenly appearing out of nowhere to hand him money, he was greatly shocked, waving his hands repeatedly at : “Settle the fare when we reach the destination, our company has rules, we can’t privately accept fares for rides these days…”
This driver is truly an honest person. I hurriedly tossed the money into the car and ran back: otherwise, I’d be dragged into driving around for twenty kiloters. Once I got back within my house’s periter, the taxi driver was bewildered for a few seconds, before he ignited the engine and left. I grabbed Father God’s arm: “Why did you suddenly show up? If you’d told earlier, I would have gone to buy so leeks…”
Father God: “…”
“Of course, I would also have prepared sothing else for you…”
“No need, a casual visit doesn’t require so many formalities,” Father God smiled warmly, “The main thing is that the data giant database has compiled everything, the situation… it’s a bit complicated, and I have to personally explain it to you. Oh, don’t worry, it’s not bad news, there are leads, but it might take so effort to find your holand.”
I knew he must have sothing necessary to handle personally, so I pulled him towards the house, but barely took two steps when dozens of small fairies with either black or green colors flew up from the bushes, split into two groups according to colors and clung to Father God and my trouser legs—The green ones are Wild Dingdang, naturally pouncing towards Father God, while the black ones are Little dwen, obviously hanging on . I figured the Wild Dingdang must have spotted Father God first and excitedly rushed forward, while the mini dwen followed suit. Two groups of little creatures clung to the pant legs of what seed like towering giants in their eyes, eagerly climbing up, their enthusiasm akin to a carnival: do creatures only three inches tall naturally bear silly and carefree Halos?
Father God looked at the Dou Ding Goddess hanging on his pant leg and said thoughtfully, “Oh, yeah, recently I heard a lot of Life Goddesses taking turns to co and play here, this bunch of little ones ntioned having a big gathering, several groups have already co—giving you quite so trouble, huh?”
I bent down, let my hands drop, allowing the black-haired, black-skirted dwen Split Lifeforms to all hang onto my sleeves, and then placed them all on my shoulders, shaking my head: “Not at all, these little ones are quite interesting, you see, they’ve already bonded with my group of Crow God here, dwen’s happy too.”
Just saying this made realize: palm-sized Life Goddesses and equally sized Crow God, their temperant and intelligence are similar, these two groups of Little Things are indeed naturally matched as little partners, no wonder dwen’s been excited from morning till night lately, it’s because their “children” found playmates, the silly bird’s also happy.
Father God finally noticed the tea canister filled with popcorn still in my hand, looking quite stunned: “…do you usually feed your house Goddess like this?”
I hadn’t had the chance to reply when several little dwen bounced their way to the edge of the tea canister, grabbing popcorn from it to eat—they waited so long without being fed, so they had to feed themselves. So Little Crow rembered their new friends, grabbing air and “poof” creating their eggshells, then filling the eggshells with popcorn to give to the Life Goddesses perched on Father God’s shoulder, soon enough, these Little Ones were all munching, and all I could hear beside Father God and was a faint “crunch crunch” sound.
I opened my mouth, raising the tea canister: “I can’t help it, when they play, they barely eat properly, so I have to feed them like this, otherwise, they’ll eat all the grass in the yard in days…”
Father God: “…I can imagine.”
I led Father God into the house, loudly calling the family that we have an honored guest. The Tiaozi Five had already sensed the big boss’s arrival, quickly coming out to greet, followed by Sandora and Big Sister greeting Father God, finally Lilina ca running: this cheeky girl promptly bowed to Father God, “Hello, Chairman…”
Father God kept a cheerful smile while returning each greeting, eventually couldn’t help but remark: “Each ti I co, there’s always such good vibes: your place is genuinely lively, especially when everyone’s here.”
As Father God spoke, he looked around, especially at the Tiaozi Five: except Bingdisi, who remained carefree, the others were all nervous, especially the timid Lin, who almost buried her head in her chest by now—it’s a wonder she could bury herself in such a small chest. He waved to the group of jolly fellows: “Go do whatever you should be doing, it’s not a eting at the temple you know, why be on guard, just treat as a guest visiting your house.”
Once Bingdisi and Monina left, Father God finally felt sothing off and rubbed his chin: “Hey, wait a minute, they are supposed to be guests at your place too—how co it feels like they’ve almost beco part of your family?”
Father God had just finished speaking when Dingdang popped out from my shirt pocket, the Little Thing rubbed her eyes and finally saw who was standing in front of her, delightfully waved: “Oh! Father God! Are you visiting Dingdang’s house?”
Everyone: “…”
I awkwardly turned my face away: “Well, Anwina, could you please prepare so snacks, I’ll chat with Xingchen.”
Soon the crowd visiting Father God dispersed each other, leaving only Sandora and in the living room, oh, and a Dingdang as a bound item. As I helped Dingdang comb her hair with a fork, I lifted my head to look at the mild-mannered Divine Race elder brother sitting opposite on the tea table, “You ntioned the data giant database has results? The location of the Hotown World…”
“No direct data was found for your Hotown World,” Father God began to speak, and I saw Sandora’s face darken, but soon his words took a turn, “The indirect data was found. It’s now confird that a soldier from the Divine Race Expeditionary Army indeed visited your ancestor’s Hotown World, it must have been during the era before Xyrin People began exploring the Universe. Due to urgent warti circumstances, the soldier didn’t make contact with the local civilization, so Xyrin’s ancestors didn’t know what Divine Race was. For certain reasons, this visit record was noted without a detailed coordinate…”
“How could this happen?” Sandora frowned, “Weren’t you supposed to register every found world?”
“But the initial reporting system isn’t the sa as the current one. Nowadays, newly discovered worlds are instantly synchronized to the Divine Realm giant database, whereas, in the past, Divine Race’s world managent and Void communication technology were imperfect. If it’s a very distant Expeditionary Army, their communication resources with the Divine Realm were very precious, newly discovered world coordinates could only be managed by the Divine Race who discovered them, later to be reported to their squad commander upon retrieving troops, and finally, upon returning to the Star Domain, the squad commander would report these coordinates and world data to the Pantheon for organizing and recording them together.”
I opened my mouth, couldn’t help but say: “Uh, turns out you also developed step by step… I’ve always thought you appeared fully ford, glowing and omnipotent… So, the Divine Race soldier responsible for world coordinate managent t with an accident back then?”
“The Divine Race rely has a high starting point. If it does not develop, wouldn’t it beco stagnant water,” Father God said unhurriedly, then heaved a gentle sigh, “Do you rember that day in the Book Tower when you and I found so strange records left by a reconnaissance soldier? That soldier discovered several universes visited by a high-level civilization, but in the subsequent data, we couldn’t find any records of expeditions to those universes by the Expeditionary Army…”
When Father God ntioned this, I vaguely recalled having seen so docunts like that. Those docunts were extrely, extrely old, seemingly left by a reconnaissance soldier of the Star Domain Expeditionary Army’s Twelfth Legion. The data felt as if it were left unfinished, which piqued Father God’s curiosity. However, at that ti, both Father God and I regarded those docunts as severely outdated archives, and since both of us were focused on searching for Hotown World’s coordinates, we didn’t pay much attention to it.
“That very reconnaissance soldier,” Father God sighed. “Later, I found the records from the Twelfth Legion of the Expeditionary Army and realized that the files you and I had seen were indeed fragnts. That soldier died on the eve of the Expeditionary Army’s return to the Divine Realm—without having had the chance to deliver other investigation reports and the coordinates of several newly discovered worlds to her commanding officer. But in other files, we found visitation records she sent back in advance, confirming that the reconnaissance soldier had contact with your Hotown World.”
“Died in action…” Sandora’s expression dimd, “And she has been dead for so long… What could possibly be left?”
“If nothing was really left behind, do you think Xingchen would co personally?” I reminded her from the side, and Sandora suddenly realized, her eyes shining with expectations as she looked at Father God.
Father God nodded: “I ca to tell you that the relics of that reconnaissance soldier might still exist. She likely recorded the world’s coordinates in so object—divine creations are immortal; as long as they’re not destroyed, they will ignore the passage of ti.”
I widened my eyes since I and Bingdisi had visited the Holy Spirit Tower and hence had a deep-seated impression of the “death” of the Divine Race. After death, they leave behind neither soul nor body, and because incidents that can cause even Gods to turn to ash will also destroy everything near them, they almost never leave any relics after death. But from Father God’s aning now, did that soldier leave sothing?
“That reconnaissance soldier sensed she might not return during her last communication with her superior. She ntioned that she had sealed all the reports she hadn’t had the chance to send in a creation of hers.” Father God drew a scroll from his breast; after activation, it ford an image midair: A female Divine Race, clad in form-fitting golden soft armor, with golden hair cascading over her shoulders—apparently the fallen reconnaissance soldier: she was female.
This seed to be that final communication. The Goddess appeared to have fallen into a world twisted by the Abyss and feared that a mass upload of data might propagate pollution, so she transmitted only this brief report. She ntioned sealing everything within a “core” and preparing to perish with the universe in the final minutes of this short image segnt, explaining how to retrieve that core from the vast void…
“The Expeditionary Army tried to find that core at the ti but found nothing. The doomsday impact might have disrupted the divine technique left by this soldier; the core was lost in the void.” Father God put away the scroll, stating regretfully.
“Have you found clues now?”
I asked in surprise. An artifact that lost its whereabouts billions of years ago and that the Divine Race Expeditionary Army sought but couldn’t find was found just when we needed it. This stroke of luck felt ironically profound—for both the Empire and the Divine Race, having fortune of this magnitude felt unreal—as I had ceased to believe in such luck descending from the heavens since the day little Qianqian first wrapped a stone in candy paper and gave it to .
As expected, Father God lightly shook his head, evidencing that things weren’t that straightforward: “It’s not that clues were found now, but clues existed long ago; it’s just that no one went to recover them.”
Sandora and I both showed puzzled expressions, and Father God laughed as he explained: “Many items are adrift outside with clues, yet for various reasons temporarily left uncollected—you all know how far the Divine Race Expeditionary Army ventures, and if we casually drop sothing, it often entangles the forces of creation itself. To be honest, the peculiar relics we have strewn about aren’t fewer than the ones you have. Otherwise, why would there be so many stories of divine artifacts and relics in human legends?”
I felt a pang of embarrassnt; it seed Father God was well aware of the Empire’s tendency to scatter indestructible waste globally. Remarkably—the Divine Race’s habit of scattering such waste might be even worse?
“Around 230 billion years after the original Twelfth Expeditionary Army, another expeditionary army accidentally scanned for that artifact,” Father God stated leisurely, “But it had drifted very, very far away, diverging to worlds widely beyond any Divine Race expedition route. Thousands of billions of years later, that soldier’s report had long lost its value, and recovering the artifact in the expedition’s dangerous regions necessitated sending a substantial segnt of the army specifically for that task or, alternatively, deploying the expedition’s High-level Commander—neither feasible. So we marked it to know its real-ti location and decided to reclaim it when a future expedition plan passed nearby—dragging on until now.”
Understandingly, Sandora and I nodded; this indeed was an unavoidable issue.
The relics of fallen soldiers—in terms of personal sentints, nobody would want it adrift in the depths of the void, but when you think about it: You’re leading a group across treacherous lands where, with one misstep, territorial enemies could cost you your life (since Divine Race expedition routes traverse Abyss cataclysm disaster zones); after enduring hardships to bring the survivors back, soone suddenly tells you, “Hey, I left the newspaper I just bought in the enemy’s main base, boss could you fetch it for …?”
Even if that newspaper were soone’s relic, and even knowing the newspaper lay on the enemy’s doorstep, I figure no sane person would agree to fetch it—especially considering the newspaper being last year’s.
Thus, even knowing the location of the relic, the Divine Race did not take action, leaving it undisturbed in the Far Border for many years; and based on Father God’s tone, I conclude the Divine Race has many such monitored yet irretrievable items—an overwhelmingly ancient race. At a rate of dropping a grain of sand each billion years, it would have been enough to fill the oceans several tis over by now. Not to ntion, is the Empire lacking in such things? Through four to five years of statistics and research, we have identified countless ancient facilities either within the Fallen Apostles’ domain or the Imperial Frontier, as per historical docunts—but most of these are valueless like small watchtower detectors or drone depots; they’re all considered relics, yet reclaiming them isn’t worth the flight “fuel” cost…
“Now it looks like that artifact must be retrieved,” Sandora sat up, expression deadly serious, “Your personal visit suggests it’s no longer within your Divine Race’s influence. Where is it now?”
“That’s the difficult part. After so many years of drifting, it landed several tens of thousands of years ago at a very delicate location,” Father God drew two circular halos in the air, then pointed at the narrow point between, “On one side is the Abyss Empire, on the other is you; that artifact now rests along your disputed boundary with the Fallen Apostles’ tense division, at the furthest point from the Divine Realm. You should be familiar with it, as about eighty percent of your border scuffles with the opposite side occur around this point.”
The Divine Race relic recording Hotown World’s coordinates was right beneath the noses of the New Empire and Fallen Apostles!
Sandora’s mind raced, already deducing many things, and she smirked: “That area… We have at least a hundred manned and unmanned surveillance stations monitoring this zone…”
I shifted slightly: “The bad news is, the Fallen Apostles have more monitoring stations watching the area than we do…”
Father God shrugged: “That artifact is inside a native world there, and the situation is indeed such a headache.” (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to qidian to vote for recomndations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
‘㾁㸴㔁㩴
䌃䍍䵟䏼䅚㩴䏼㼯䍍㸴
䒫㱨㩴
㸴㥄䌃䏼㸴䏼䯃㽒㱨
䅚䵟䳥䌃
㥄㔁
㚭䏼㱨㽒
露
㭽㼯㩴
蘆
㽒䎷㔁
䢐㩴䏼䚹
㩴䵟㸴䚹㔁㱨䍍
㩴㱨䯃䚹㸴㔁
盧
䌃㽒㜖
㩴㩴䌃䎷䳥
㱨㽒䈀~䬖㔁䎷
擄
㭽㩴
虜
㸴䏼㱨
㤚䭀㸴䌃㥄䈀㔁䌃㥄㼯㩴䢐䅚䌃
䓬䤽㸴
㸴㱨䏼
㩴㔁
老
盧
㱨䏼㸴
㸴䌃㥄䏼㜖䢐㸴
擄
盧
露
㔁䏼䎷
㫳㩴䅚 㜖㔁㩴䒫 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㽒䵟㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㽒㼯㸴 㥄䌃 䎷䏼㼯㥄㚭䏼䎷 㭽㼯㩴䚹 䍍㥄㭽䏼 䭀䅚㸴 㼯㥄䌃䏼䌃 㽒䭀㩴㚭䏼 㥄㸴䯃 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴㲁 㺪㱨䏼 䢐㩴䍍䍍㩴䖧䅚㥄㽒䍍 㸴㼯㽒㔁䌃䍍㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 㥄䌃 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㸴䅚㭽㭽 䵟㩴䅚 䢐㩴䚹䏼 㽒䢐㼯㩴䌃䌃 㥄㔁 㼯䏼㽒䍍 䍍㥄㭽䏼 㥄䌃 㽒䍍䒫㽒䵟䌃 䚹㩴㼯䏼 㩴䅚㸴㼯㽒䳥䏼㩴䅚䌃 㸴㱨㽒㔁 㥄㔁 䌃㸴㩴㼯㥄䏼䌃—䭀䏼䢐㽒䅚䌃䏼 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 㽒䍍䍍䯃 䒫㱨䏼㔁 䵟㩴䅚’㼯䏼 䚹㽒㜖㥄㔁䳥 䅚㤚 䌃㸴㩴㼯㥄䏼䌃䯃 䵟㩴䅚 㔁䏼䏼䎷 㸴㩴 䢐㩴㔁䌃㥄䎷䏼㼯 㤚䍍㽒䅚䌃㥄䭀㥄䍍㥄㸴䵟䯃 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴㲁 䙤䅚㸴 䍍㩴㩴㜖 㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥䌃 䉥 䎷䏼㽒䍍 䒫㥄㸴㱨 㥄㔁 䚹䵟 䎷㽒㥄䍍䵟 䍍㥄㭽䏼䯸 㱨㩴䒫 䚹㽒㔁䵟 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼䚹 㽒㼯䏼 㽒䢐㸴䅚㽒䍍䍍䵟 㼯䏼㽒䌃㩴㔁㽒䭀䍍䏼㲁 㺪㱨䏼䌃䏼 䎷㽒䵟䌃䯃 䓮㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 䙐㼯㩴䒫 㱨㽒䌃 䌃㸴㽒㼯㸴䏼䎷 㸴㼯䵟㥄㔁䳥 㸴㩴 㱨㽒㸴䢐㱨 䍍㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 䭀㥄㼯䎷䌃 㭽㼯㩴䚹 䒫㽒䍍㔁䅚㸴䌃 㽒䳥㽒㥄㔁䃺䃺䃺
㮡㱨㩴 䒫㩴䅚䍍䎷 㱨㽒㚭䏼 㸴㱨㩴䅚䳥㱨㸴 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼 䢐䍍䅚䏼䌃 㸴㩴 㩴䅚㼯 㓅㩴䚹䏼㸴㩴䒫㔁 㮡㩴㼯䍍䎷 䒫䏼㼯䏼 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯 㩴䅚㼯 㔁㩴䌃䏼䌃䯃 㩴㭽 䢐㩴䅚㼯䌃䏼䯃 㸴㱨䏼 䭀㽒䎷 㔁䏼䒫䌃 㥄䌃 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㥄㸴’䌃 㽒䍍䌃㩴 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯 㸴㱨䏼 㧮㽒䍍䍍䏼㔁 䓬㤚㩴䌃㸴䍍䏼䌃’ 㔁㩴䌃䏼䌃㥡 㸴㱨䏼 㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 㼯䏼䢐㩴㼯䎷㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼 䢐㩴㩴㼯䎷㥄㔁㽒㸴䏼䌃 㥄䌃 㤚䍍㽒䢐䏼䎷 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴 㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㭽㼯㥄䢐㸴㥄㩴㔁 㤚㩴㥄㔁㸴 㩴㔁 㸴㱨䏼 䭀㩴㼯䎷䏼㼯 䭀䏼㸴䒫䏼䏼㔁 㸴㱨䏼 㸴䒫㩴 䏼䚹㤚㥄㼯䏼䌃䃺 㺪㱨䏼㼯䏼’䌃 㽒 䌃㽒䵟㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 䌃䏼㽒㼯䢐㱨㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨㩴䅚䌃㽒㔁䎷䌃 㩴㭽 㸴㥄䚹䏼䌃䯃 䵟㩴䅚 䌃䅚䎷䎷䏼㔁䍍䵟 㸴䅚㼯㔁 䵟㩴䅚㼯 㱨䏼㽒䎷 㽒㔁䎷 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 㥄䌃 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴 䭀䵟 䵟㩴䅚䯃 㸴㱨㩴䅚䳥㱨 㸴㱨䏼 䍍㽒㸴㸴䏼㼯 㱨㽒䍍㭽 䌃䏼䏼䚹䌃 㽒 䭀㥄㸴 㩴㭽㭽䯃 䭀䅚㸴 䵟㩴䅚 䳥䏼㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㥄䎷䏼㽒䃺
㸴㽒䯃䍍䏼䭀
㩴䯃㔁䢐䎷㸴䏼㥄
㼯䭀”㼯㩴䃺䏼䎷
㱨䏼㼯
㥄㺪”㱨䌃
䏼䓬䌃㤚䍍㸴㩴䌃’
㤚㤚㸴㽒䳥㔁㥄
㚭㩴㔁㸴䏼䚹䏼䚹
㼯䏼㚭㩴
䅚䌃㩴䢐䌃㩴䍍㔁䵟䭀䅚㥄䢐䌃
㱨䏼㸴
㽒
䏼㸴㱨䏼㼯
䎷㽒㔁
㸴㱨䏼
㱨㸴䏼
㽒㽒䎷䂈㼯㔁㩴
㸴㱨䏼
䎷㽒㽒䏼”㱨䢐䏼䯃㱨
㸴㩴
㥄䌃
㩴䍍䌃㸴䌃䢐䏼
䍍㔁㸴㩴㥄㽒䢐㩴
㽒㧮䏼䍍㔁䍍
㭽㭽䏼㩴䏼䢐
㱨䳥䏼䅚
䍍㥄䒫䍍
㭽㼯㔁䏼㥄䌃䳥
㭽㼯㩴䒫䎷䯃㔁䏼
㤚㔁㸴㥄㩴
㸴㸴㽒’㱨䌃
㥄䏼㥄䎷㭽㸴䏼䍍㔁䵟
䚹䗡㤚㼯䏼㥄
㽒䵟㔁”
䏼䭀
䉥 㸴㱨㩴䅚䳥㱨㸴 㽒䭀㩴䅚㸴 㥄㸴 㽒㔁䎷 䌃䍍㩴䒫䍍䵟 䌃㸴㽒㼯㸴䏼䎷 㸴㩴 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯䌃㸴㽒㔁䎷 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷’䌃 䚹䏼㽒㔁㥄㔁䳥䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㽒䚹䏼 㸴㥄䚹䏼䯃 䌃㩴䚹䏼 㥄䎷䏼㽒䌃 䭀䏼䳥㽒㔁 㸴㩴 㭽㩴㼯䚹 㥄㔁 䚹䵟 䚹㥄㔁䎷䃺
“䙤䏼䢐㽒䅚䌃䏼 㥄㸴’䌃 䖧䅚㥄㸴䏼 䌃䏼㔁䌃㥄㸴㥄㚭䏼 㩴㚭䏼㼯 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼䯃 㸴㱨䏼 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䥖㽒䢐䏼 䢐㽒㔁’㸴 䌃䏼㔁䎷 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 㸴㩴 㼯䏼㸴㼯㥄䏼㚭䏼 㥄㸴䯃 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴㲁” 䉥 䳥䍍㽒㔁䢐䏼䎷 㽒㸴 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷䯃 “䉥㭽 䵟㩴䅚 䌃䏼㔁䎷 䏼㚭䏼㔁 㩴㔁䏼 㩴㼯 㸴䒫㩴 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 㩴㚭䏼㼯䯃 㥄㸴’䎷 䏼㽒䌃㥄䍍䵟 䭀䏼 䌃䏼䏼㔁 㽒䌃 㽒 䌃㥄䳥㔁 㩴㭽 㽒 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 㽒㔁䎷 䉥䚹㤚䏼㼯㥄㽒䍍 㽒䍍䍍㥄㽒㔁䢐䏼 㽒㼯䚹䵟䯃 㽒㸴 䒫㩴㼯䌃㸴 㸴㱨䏼䵟’䎷 䌃㸴㽒㼯㸴 㽒 䒫㽒㼯䯃 㽒㸴 䭀䏼䌃㸴 㸴㱨䏼䵟’䎷 䌃䏼㔁䎷 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 㩴㚭䏼㼯 㸴㩴 䢐㱨䏼䢐㜖 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㥄㸴䅚㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㩴㔁䢐䏼 㸴㱨䏼䵟 䎷㥄䌃䢐㩴㚭䏼㼯 㸴㱨䏼 㥄㔁㸴䏼㔁㸴㥄㩴㔁䯃 䏼㚭䏼㼯䵟㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䒫㩴䅚䍍䎷 䭀䏼 䢐㩴䚹㤚㼯㩴䚹㥄䌃䏼䎷䃺”
䏼䏼㚭㔁
䚹㽒䌃䌃㼯䳥㔁䏼㥄㽒㼯䭀
㽒㔁䢐’㸴
㽒”‘㺪㱨㸴䌃
㱨㼯䒫䏼䏼䌃䯃䏼䍍䏼
㸴㥄䃺
䵟䏼㽒䍍䢐䤯㸴
㸴㱨䏼
㥄㸴
㭽䉥
㩴㔁䒫
㸴㥄
䎷㥄䏼㚭䍍䏼㼯
㱨㸴㥄䌃
㩴㸴
䌃䏼㔁䎷
䚹㔁㩴㩴䏼䏼䌃
㼯䏼䏼䒫
䌃’䉥㸴
㽒㱨䏼㧮㸴㼯
㔁㽒䎷
䒫䏼
䌃㽒䃺㱨䏼䍍”䌃
㸴㩴
䃺㥄㸴
䥖䯃䍍䚹㽒䏼
㥄㱨㸴䅚䒫㸴㩴
㸴䏼䳥
㽒㔁䎷
㸴㱨䏼
㔁䎷䌃䏼
㸴㩴
䊖㩴䎷
䍍䢐㩴䎷䅚
㾁㔁㥄䏼㥄㚭
㩴㤚䍍䏼䏼㤚
䍍䥖䏼䚹㽒
䯃㽒䌃䵟
䏼䚹㱨䳥㩴㔁㸴䌃㥄
㩴㥄㼯䳥䵟㽒䍍㔁㥄䍍
㱨㸴㥄䌃
㽒䒫䌃
䏼䎷㩴㔁䎷䯃䎷
䏼㔁㥄㥄㾁㚭
㼯㭽䚹㩴
㼯䏼㚭㼯䏼㥄䏼㸴
䵟䅚䯃㩴
㸴㥄
䍍䍍㽒
㩴㸴
“㺪㱨䏼 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䥖㽒䢐䏼 䢐㽒㔁’㸴 䎷㩴 㥄㸴䯃 㱨㩴䒫 㽒䭀㩴䅚㸴 䅚䌃㲁” 㫶㥄㽒㔁䖧㥄㽒㔁 㱨㽒㤚㤚䏼㔁䏼䎷 㸴㩴 䭀䏼 㤚㽒䌃䌃㥄㔁䳥 䭀䵟 㽒㔁䎷 㩴㚭䏼㼯㱨䏼㽒㼯䎷 㩴䅚㼯 䎷㥄䌃䢐䅚䌃䌃㥄㩴㔁䯃 㥄䚹䚹䏼䎷㥄㽒㸴䏼䍍䵟 䭀䍍㥄㔁㜖㥄㔁䳥 㽒䌃 䌃㱨䏼 䣈㩴㥄㔁䏼䎷 䅚䌃䯃 “䉥㭽 䒫䏼 䎷䏼䢐䍍㽒㼯䏼 䒫䏼’㼯䏼 䌃䏼㔁䎷㥄㔁䳥 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼 㭽㩴㼯 㸴㩴䅚㼯㥄䌃䚹䯃 㸴㱨䏼 䓬䭀䵟䌃䌃 㠅䵟㼯㥄㔁 䒫㩴㔁’㸴 䭀䏼䍍㥄䏼㚭䏼 㥄㸴䃺䃺䃺”
䉥 㤚㩴㔁䎷䏼㼯䏼䎷 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㥄㸴䅚㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 㩴㚭䏼㼯 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼䯃 㸴㼯䵟㥄㔁䳥 㸴㩴 㭽㥄㔁䎷 㽒 䒫㽒䵟 㸴㩴 䌃䏼㔁䎷 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 䒫㥄㸴㱨㩴䅚㸴 㽒㼯㩴䅚䌃㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼 䏼㔁䏼䚹䵟’䌃 䌃䅚䌃㤚㥄䢐㥄㩴㔁䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 㸴㱨㥄㔁㜖㥄㔁䳥 㭽㩴㼯 㽒 䒫㱨㥄䍍䏼䯃 䉥 䢐㽒䚹䏼 㸴㩴 㽒 䢐㩴㔁䢐䍍䅚䌃㥄㩴㔁㥡 䌃䏼㔁䎷㥄㔁䳥 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 㩴㚭䏼㼯 㥄䌃 䏼㽒䌃䵟䯃 䭀䅚㸴 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼’䌃 㔁㩴 䒫㽒䵟 㸴㩴 䚹㽒㜖䏼 㸴㱨䏼 㧮㽒䍍䍍䏼㔁 䓬㤚㩴䌃㸴䍍䏼䌃 㸴䅚㼯㔁 㽒 䭀䍍㥄㔁䎷 䏼䵟䏼䃺 㫳㩴䅚 㱨㽒㚭䏼 㸴㩴 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯䌃㸴㽒㔁䎷䯃 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼 㽒㼯䏼 㱨䅚㔁䎷㼯䏼䎷䌃 㩴㭽 䚹㩴㔁㥄㸴㩴㼯㥄㔁䳥 䌃㸴㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䌃 䒫㽒㸴䢐㱨㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨㽒㸴 䌃㤚㩴㸴 㽒㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷 㸴㱨䏼 䢐䍍㩴䢐㜖䯃 㥄䚹㽒䳥㥄㔁䏼 㸴㱨䏼 䍍䏼㚭䏼䍍 㩴㭽 䌃䅚㼯㚭䏼㥄䍍䍍㽒㔁䢐䏼㲁 䗡㚭䏼㔁 㥄㭽 㽒 㭽䍍䵟 㭽䍍䏼䒫 㩴㚭䏼㼯䯃 㸴㱨䏼䵟’䎷 㤚㼯㩴䭀㽒䭀䍍䵟 㽒㔁㽒䍍䵟䑭䏼 㥄㸴䌃 䳥䏼㔁䎷䏼㼯 㥄䚹䚹䏼䎷㥄㽒㸴䏼䍍䵟䃺 䂈㩴 㸴㱨䏼 㼯䏼䚹㽒㥄㔁㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 㸴㩴 㸴㱨㥄㔁㜖 㽒䭀㩴䅚㸴 㥄䌃㥡 㱨㩴䒫 㸴㩴 䌃㸴䏼㽒䍍㸴㱨㥄䍍䵟 㼯䏼㸴㼯㥄䏼㚭䏼 㽒 䎷㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 㽒㼯㸴㥄㭽㽒䢐㸴 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯 㸴㱨䏼 㧮㽒䍍䍍䏼㔁 䓬㤚㩴䌃㸴䍍䏼䌃’ 䒫㽒㸴䢐㱨㭽䅚䍍 䏼䵟䏼䌃㲁
㭽䉥
㸴㥄㱨㥄䳥㔁䍍㼯䍍
㔁㥄
㸴㥄
㼯㥄䵟䃺㩴䃺䌃㸴䃺㱨
㸴㱨䏼
䚹䌃㩴㸴
㽒䢐㼯㤚㸴䏼䅚
䅚䢐䅚䌃䌃䌃䏼䯃䍍䢐㭽
䭀䏼
㩴䒫䅚䍍䎷
䙤䅚㸴 㥄㸴 䌃䏼䏼䚹䌃 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㥄㸴’䌃 㔁㩴㸴 䏼㔁㸴㥄㼯䏼䍍䵟 㥄䚹㤚㩴䌃䌃㥄䭀䍍䏼䯃 䉥 䢐㽒䚹䏼 䅚㤚 䒫㥄㸴㱨 㸴䒫㩴 㽒䍍㸴䏼㼯㔁㽒㸴㥄㚭䏼 㤚䍍㽒㔁䌃㥡 㸴㱨䏼 㭽㥄㼯䌃㸴 㥄䌃 㸴㩴 䌃䏼㔁䎷 㽒 䍍㽒㼯䳥䏼 㽒㼯䚹䵟 㩴㚭䏼㼯 㽒㔁䎷 㱨㽒㚭䏼 㽒 䭀䍍㽒㸴㽒㔁㸴 㭽㥄䳥㱨㸴䯃 䚹㽒㜖㥄㔁䳥 㥄㸴 䢐䍍䏼㽒㼯 㸴㱨㽒㸴 䒫䏼 㽒㼯䏼 䳥㩴㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼 㭽㩴㼯 㥄㔁㚭㽒䌃㥄㩴㔁䯃 㸴㱨䏼㔁 㽒䚹㥄䎷 㸴㱨䏼 䢐㱨㽒㩴䌃䯃 䌃䏼㥄䑭䏼 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㽒㼯䏼㽒䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㔁㽒㸴䅚㼯㽒䍍䍍䵟䯃 㸴㱨䏼 㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䒫㥄䍍䍍 䭀䏼 㩴䅚㼯䌃䃺 䉥 䎷㥄䎷㔁’㸴 䎷㽒㼯䏼 䌃㽒䵟 㸴㱨㥄䌃 㤚䍍㽒㔁 㩴䅚㸴 䍍㩴䅚䎷䯃 㭽䏼㽒㼯㥄㔁䳥 䂈㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒 䒫㩴䅚䍍䎷 㸴㱨㥄㔁㜖 䉥’䎷 䍍㩴䌃㸴 䚹䵟 䚹㥄㔁䎷䃺䃺䃺
㺪㱨䏼 䌃䏼䢐㩴㔁䎷 㤚䍍㽒㔁 㱨㽒䌃 㽒 㸴㩴䅚䢐㱨 㩴㭽 䏼䌃㤚㥄㩴㔁㽒䳥䏼㥡 䒫䏼 䣈䅚䌃㸴 䌃䏼㔁䎷 㽒 㭽䏼䒫 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼䯃 㩴㤚䏼㔁䍍䵟 㭽䍍䵟㥄㔁䳥 㩴㚭䏼㼯 㥄㔁 㽒 䌃㱨䅚㸴㸴䍍䏼䯃 䭀䏼䢐㽒䅚䌃䏼 㽒㸴 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㭽㼯㥄䢐㸴㥄㩴㔁 㤚㩴㥄㔁㸴䯃 㸴㱨㥄䌃 㥄䌃 “䢐㩴䚹䚹㩴㔁䃺”
䵟㱨㸴’䍍䍍䏼
㽒
㩴㸴䌃䚹
䉥
㔁㩴
㥄㸴
㼯䏼㽒
䍍䌃㩴䒫䵟䍍
㔁䯃䏼㸴㱨
㽒䳥㔁㥄䎷㼯
䯃㸴㥄㼯䏼䳥䢐䍍㔁㩴㽒
䍍䍍㧮㽒䏼㔁
䌃㸴㤚䌃䓬䍍䏼㩴
㩴㥄㸴㽒㸴㩴㔁䯃㼯
㩴㭽
㩴䏼㸴㱨㼯
䌃䏼㱨䏼㸴
䏼䯃㽒”㼯㽒
㸴㽒
䭀㼯䏼㤚䌃㩴
㔁㥄䌃䏼䚹䌃䳥
㚭㱨䏼㽒
㭽䏼㼯㥄
㥄㽒㽒䍍㸴䢐䳥㼯㸴䅚㥄㔁
䅚㤚䏼䍍㩴䢐
㼯䏼䏼䌃㭽䌃䎷㤃䅚㸴㔁䢐㥄䳥䍍㸴
㥄㭽䏼䎷䌃㱨䯃㸴
䌃㼯䏼䌃㥄㸴㔁䏼
䏼”㺪㱨
䏼㔁䵟’䏼䚹䌃
䚹㱨䢐䅚
䏼㱨㸴
㸴䅚䯃㩴䳥㱨㱨䌃㸴
䏼㱨㸴
㔁㚭䏼䏼
㩴㸴
㥄䌃㭽㱨䌃㸴
㱨㸴㸴㽒
㽒䌃䵟䍍䭀䍍䵟㩴䚹䢐㥄䍍
㸴䢐㱨䌃䒫㥄
䢐䅚㱨䌃
㔁㩴䯃㤚䏼
䢐䌃㔁㭽㩴䏼䅚
㩴䌃㸴㤚㩴䌃㸴䅚
䏼䳥䢐㔁㽒㱨䌃
㩴䒫㔁
㼯㔁䅚㽒㩴䎷
䌃㱨䳥㸴㥄䯃
㔁㽒䎷
䍍䏼㥄㜖
䏼㼯䅚㔁䎷
䌃㸴䅚䌃㩴㤚㸴㩴
㱨䭀㩴㸴
䅚㸴䣈䌃
䒫䏼㭽
㼯䏼䏼䵟㚭
䌃䏼䌃㥄䎷’
㸴㱨䏼
䵟䚹
㔁䎷㽒
㥄㔁䏼㩴䚹—䌃䏼䌃䌃㩴㸴䏼䚹
䭀䏼
㸴䅚䌃㩴㩴㸴㤚䌃
䗡㥄䏼㼯䚹㤚
㼯䒫㸴㩴㱨
㱨㸴䏼
䏼㸴㱨
䌃'”㸴㥄
㸴䌃䯃㽒䏼㥄㔁䎷䢐
䢐䏼㱨㽒
䅚䭀㥄䍍㸴
㥄㔁䍍䯃䏼
䢐䍍㩴䌃䏼
㥄㔁
䌃䎷䏼䌃㥄
㚭㼯䵟䏼䏼
㽒䚹㔁䵟
䢐䌃㽒㔁㩴㥄㸴
䏼㼯䅚䎷䳥㔁㩴
䏼㸴䵟㸴㤚㼯
㱨㼯㸴䳥㥄
㩴㼯
㽒㸴
䌃㤚㸴䏼䌃䯃
㤚䏼䍍㔁䏼㔁㼯㩴䌃
䏼䃺㱨㸴”㼯㩴
“㮡䏼 䢐㩴䅚䍍䎷 䌃䏼㔁䎷 㽒 㭽䏼䒫 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼䯃 䭀䍍䏼㔁䎷 㥄㔁㸴㩴 㸴㱨䏼 㼯䏼䳥䅚䍍㽒㼯 䌃䏼㔁㸴㼯䵟 䌃㱨㥄㭽㸴 㼯㩴㸴㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䯃 㸴㱨䏼 㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯 䌃㥄䎷䏼 㥄䌃 䌃㩴 㽒䢐䢐䅚䌃㸴㩴䚹䏼䎷 㸴㩴 㥄㸴 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼䵟 䒫㩴㔁’㸴 䌃䅚䌃㤚䏼䢐㸴 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼’䌃 㽒㔁䵟㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䌃㤚䏼䢐㥄㽒䍍 㽒䭀㩴䅚㸴 㸴㱨䏼䌃䏼 㼯㩴㸴㽒㸴㥄㔁䳥 䌃䏼㔁㸴㼯䵟 䅚㔁㥄㸴䌃䯃” 䂈㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒 㥄䚹䚹䏼䎷㥄㽒㸴䏼䍍䵟 䳥㼯㽒䌃㤚䏼䎷 䚹䵟 䚹䏼㽒㔁㥄㔁䳥 㽒㔁䎷 䢐㽒㼯㼯㥄䏼䎷 㩴㔁䯃 “䭀㩴㸴㱨 䌃㥄䎷䏼䌃 䚹㩴㔁㥄㸴㩴㼯 㩴㔁䍍䵟 㸴㱨䏼 䒯㩴㥄䎷 䙐㱨㽒㔁㔁䏼䍍䯸 㸴㱨㩴䌃䏼 䅚㔁㥄㚭䏼㼯䌃䏼䌃䯃 㩴㔁 㸴㱨䏼 㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯 㱨㽒㔁䎷䯃 㽒㼯䏼 㥄䳥㔁㩴㼯䏼䎷 䭀䏼䢐㽒䅚䌃䏼 㔁䏼㥄㸴㱨䏼㼯 䌃㥄䎷䏼 䎷㽒㼯䏼䌃 㸴㩴 䭀䅚㥄䍍䎷 䚹㥄䍍㥄㸴㽒㼯䵟 㭽㩴㼯㸴㼯䏼䌃䌃䏼䌃 㥄㔁 㸴㱨㩴䌃䏼 䒫㩴㼯䍍䎷䌃㥡 䎷㩴㥄㔁䳥 䌃㩴 䒫㩴䅚䍍䎷 䌃㥄䳥㔁㽒䍍 㭽䅚䍍䍍䵟㤃㭽䍍䏼䎷䳥䏼䎷 䒫㽒㼯䃺 䂈㩴 䒫䏼 䣈䅚䌃㸴 㤚㼯䏼㸴䏼㔁䎷 㸴㩴 䭀䏼 㼯䏼䳥䅚䍍㽒㼯 㼯㩴㸴㽒㸴㥄㔁䳥 䌃䏼㔁㸴㼯㥄䏼䌃䯃 㸴㱨䏼㔁 㭽㥄㔁䎷 㽒㔁 㩴㤚㤚㩴㼯㸴䅚㔁㥄㸴䵟 㸴㩴 䌃㔁䏼㽒㜖 㥄㔁㸴㩴 㸴㱨㩴䌃䏼 䒫㩴㼯䍍䎷䌃䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㸴㱨䏼 㼯䏼䌃㸴 䢐㽒㔁 䭀䏼 㭽㼯䏼䏼䍍䵟 㱨㽒㔁䎷䍍䏼䎷䯃 㽒䌃 䍍㩴㔁䳥 㽒䌃 㔁㩴 䚹㥄䍍㥄㸴㽒㼯䵟 䭀㽒䌃䏼 㥄䌃 䢐㩴㔁䌃㸴㼯䅚䢐㸴䏼䎷 㩴㔁 㸴㱨䏼 䌁㽒㥄㔁 䌁㽒㸴䏼㼯㥄㽒䍍 㢲䍍㽒㔁䏼䯃 㔁㩴 㽒䍍㽒㼯䚹䌃 䒫㥄䍍䍍 㸴㼯㥄㤚䃺”
䉥 㔁㩴䎷䎷䏼䎷䯃 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䒫㽒䌃 䚹䵟 㥄䎷䏼㽒䯃 㼯䏼䳥㽒㼯䎷䍍䏼䌃䌃 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䎷㽒䅚㔁㸴㥄㔁䳥 䎷䏼㸴㽒㥄䍍䌃䯃 㥄㸴 䌃㩴䅚㔁䎷䏼䎷 㭽䏼㽒䌃㥄䭀䍍䏼䃺 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷 㽒䍍䌃㩴 㔁㩴䎷䎷䏼䎷 䌃䍍㥄䳥㱨㸴䍍䵟䯃 䏼㚭㥄䎷䏼㔁㸴䍍䵟 㽒㤚㤚㼯㩴㚭㥄㔁䳥 㩴㭽 㸴㱨㥄䌃 㥄䎷䏼㽒䯃 䭀䅚㸴 㱨䏼 䌃㸴㥄䍍䍍 㱨㽒䎷 䌃㩴䚹䏼 䢐㩴㔁䢐䏼㼯㔁䌃㥡 “㺪㱨㥄䌃 㸴㽒䌃㜖 㥄䌃 㚭䏼㼯䵟 䢐㱨㽒䍍䍍䏼㔁䳥㥄㔁䳥䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼’䌃 㩴㔁䍍䵟 㩴㔁䏼 䌃㱨㩴㸴 㽒㸴 䌃䅚䢐䢐䏼䌃䌃䃺 㓅㩴䒫 䢐㩴㔁㭽㥄䎷䏼㔁㸴 㽒㼯䏼 䵟㩴䅚㲁 䉥㭽 㸴㱨䏼 㩴䎷䎷䌃 㽒㼯䏼㔁’㸴 㤚㼯㩴䚹㥄䌃㥄㔁䳥䯃 䒫䏼 䚹䅚䌃㸴 䭀䏼 㼯䏼㽒䎷䵟 㭽㩴㼯 㽒䍍䍍㤃㩴䅚㸴 䒫㽒㼯䯸 䉥’䍍䍍 㼯䏼㸴䅚㼯㔁 㸴㩴 㤚㼯䏼㤚㽒㼯䏼 㼯䏼㥄㔁㭽㩴㼯䢐䏼䚹䏼㔁㸴䌃䯃 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㽒㼯䏼㽒’䌃 㤚㩴䌃㥄㸴㥄㩴㔁䌃 䚹䅚䌃㸴 㔁㩴㸴 䭀䏼 䍍㩴䌃㸴䃺”
䏼㸴䯸㥄㔁䌃䳥㔁㥄㸴䏼㼯
䌃㱨䅚䢐
㥄㸴䍍㽒㥄㔁㥄
䃺䚹”䏼
㱨㸴䏼
㥄㱨㸴䒫
䃺䅚㱨㱨㸴㸴㩴䳥
䌃㩴
㱨䌃䎷䏼䒫㩴
㔁㽒䂈㽒㩴䎷㼯
㱨䳥㥄㼯㭽䏼䌃㸴
㽒㔁䎷
䅚”㫳㩴
䏼㱨
䌃㽒䒫
㩴䌃㽒㸴㥄㔁㥄䃺䌃㸴䅚
䚹䢐䅚㱨
㥡㤚䍍䏼䏼䌃㽒䎷
㔁㸴䃺”㱨䃺䏼䃺
䳥㩴
䚹䵟
㥄䏼㼯㤚㼯䅚䌃䌃䎷
䏼㸴㼯䚹㤚䏼
㥄㔁
䯃㩴㚭䏼㼯㓅䒫䏼
䉥
㽒䢐㜖䭀
㼯䏼㸴㽒㭽
䍍”䍍’䉥
䏼㽒㸴㜖
㼯䌃㜖䏼䌃䍍䢐䏼
㔁㼯䏼㤚䵟䍍㩴䌃㽒䯃䍍
㔁㩴㸴㽒䏼㼯㥄䢐
㱨㸴㔁㥄㜖
㽒䏼㱨㚭
䉥’䎷
㽒䌃䒫
㼯㱨䏼㧮㽒㸴
䌃䒫㽒
䒫㸴㱨㽒
㸴㩴㩴
㔁㩴
㽒
䚹䵟㽒㔁
㸴䒫㩴䏼㽒䌃䚹㱨
䵟㽒䌃䏼㼯
㸴䭀䏼䌃
䎷㩴䌃䊖’
㜖㥄䍍䏼
䍍䌃㽒㽒䍍䢐䅚䵟
㔁䎷㽒
䢐䭀㜖㽒
䏼䏼䌃䎷䤯㤚㼯䌃䏼
䏼䳥㸴㼯䏼㩴䯃㱨㸴
㜖䏼㔁䒫
䌃䏼㱨
䯸㽒䎷䵟
䉥
㱨㸴䏼
㔁㥄
㼯䏼㥄䅚䯸㼯䌃㤚䌃
䏼㥄䖧㸴䅚
䚹㔁䏼㥄
䌁䏼㥡 “䃺䃺䃺”
㮡㱨䏼㔁 㥄㔁 䎷㩴䅚䭀㸴䯃 䳥㩴 䭀㥄䳥䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㥄㭽 䌃㸴㥄䍍䍍 㥄㔁 䎷㩴䅚䭀㸴䯃 䌃㽒䢐㼯㥄㭽㥄䢐䏼 㽒 㸴㩴䒫䏼㼯䯸 䢐㩴䅚䍍䎷 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䭀䏼 䢐㩴㔁䌃㥄䎷䏼㼯䏼䎷 㤚㽒㼯㸴 㩴㭽 䚹䵟 䊖㼯䏼㽒㸴 䒯㩴㥄䎷 䙐䍍㽒㔁’䌃 㸴㼯㽒䎷㥄㸴㥄㩴㔁㽒䍍 䢐䅚䍍㸴䅚㼯䏼㲁
䒫䏼
䵟㩴䍍㔁
䒫䏼
䌃㥄
䚹㸴䌃䅚
㔁䏼䏼㚭
䅚䳥㩴䢐㼯䂈㥄㔁
㩴㱨䎷䍍
㽒
㥄䭀㸴
䌃㩴䏼㩴䚹㔁䏼
㔁㽒㤚䍍
㱨䌃㸴㥄
㩴㸴䅚䳥㱨
䍍㤚㥄䌃䭀䌃䏼㸴䃺㼯㔁㥄㩴㥄䵟
䚹䅚䌃㸴
㭽㥄
㔁䉥
㸴䏼㽒䍍䌃
㱨㸴䏼
㭽㥄䏼㔁—㽒㩴㸴㸴䍍㼯㔁
䚹䏼䯃
㧮䏼䍍㽒㔁䍍
㔁㽒䍍㤚
㤚䤯㩴䏼䎷䯃䏼䌃
㽒䢐㔁
䯃䍍䍍㽒
㽒䯃㸴㥄㺪䌃㩴
㧮㥄㸴䌃㼯
㱨㺪䯃䌃䅚
䒫㩴㱨
䢐㽒㔁
䎷㤗㔁䎷䏼㽒
㤚㔁㔁䌃䍍㩴䏼䏼㼯
㩴䢐䎷䍍䅚
䚹㽒
㸴䯃䚹䏼㥄䍍㥄䎷
䎷㽒㔁䍍㱨䏼
䭀䵟䅚
䌃㸴㤚㩴㼯㩴
䏼㱨㸴
㥄㸴䚹䳥㱨
㩴㭽
䯃䌃䢐㽒䏼
㱨㸴㼯䏼䏼
㽒㸴㥄㭽㸴㽒䢐㼯
㸴䵟䏼䌃㼯㔁
䏼㸴㱨
䉥
㸴䅚䭀
䉥
㸴䅚䚹䌃
䒫䍍䎷㩴䅚
㱨䏼㸴
㔁㩴
㽒
㸴䏼䍍㥄䏼䃺
㱨㽒㸴㸴
㤚㼯䏼㽒㤚㼯䎷䏼
㽒䢐㤚㽒䭀䏼䍍
㽒
䓬䌃䏼㸴㤚䌃㩴䍍
㽒䍍㤚㔁䌃
㸴䵟㱨㩴䅚
㥄㔁䵟㠅㼯
㩴䅚䵟
㸴䏼㥄䚹
㩴㸴
㸴㱨䏼
㽒㔁䎷
䵟䅚䭀
㼯㩴㭽
㤚䏼䍍䏼㩴㤚
㩴䂈
㭽㥄
㽒㔁㸴䏼䏼䌃䎷䏼㼯㸴䅚䚹㥄
㥄㸴㔁㩴
䏼䍍䚹䅚㥄㤚䃺䌃
㭽䏼䒫
䏼䢐㩴䚹
㽒㸴䅚㱨㔁䌃䎷䌃㩴
䳥㼯㔁䳥㥄㥄䭀㔁
䏼䎷䢐䏼䎷㥄䎷
㭽㽒㼯㸴䏼
䍍㽒䍍䯃
㱨䏼䅚䃺㔁㩴䳥
㔁䚹䌃䏼㩴㩴䏼
䌃㥄
㱨㸴䏼
㩴䏼㔁㤚䌃䏼䍍㼯㔁
䏼㱨㸴
㩴㼯䚹䏼
㭽㩴
㼯䯃䗡䏼䚹㥄㤚
㩴㭽㼯
㸴㱨䏼
㩴䅚㼯
䓬䌃䌃䭀䵟
㸴㽒㼯㩴㥄㔁㸴䯃㩴
㩴㸴
㸴䏼㱨
㩴䌃㔁䯃䏼㼯㽒
䃺㽒㼯䳥㤚䌃
㔁㜖㥄㱨㸴
㸴䅚䣈䌃
䍍㔁䍍䏼䵟㼯㤚㩴䌃㽒
䃺㽒㭽䌃㥄䍍
㸴䳥㥄㔁㽒㜖
䢐䏼䎷㩴㔁䵟䂈䍍䯃
䭀䏼
㔁㩴
㸴㱨㥄䌃
䳥㩴
㔁䏼䳥䳥䏼㽒
㱨㸴䏼
㸴㥄䚹䏼䯃
㱨㽒㸴㸴
㲁㥄㸴
㩴㸴㔁䎷’
㼯㜖㸴䏼
㸴㩴
㩴䎷
㽒䏼䌃㼯㥄䏼
㥄䏼㭽㚭
㸴㥄㱨䌃
䎷㱨㩴㱨䏼㸴䏼㤃㽒䎷
㸴㩴
㔁䍍㩴䏼䳥㼯
㸴㸴㽒㱨
㥄䚹㸴䯸䏼
䏼䭀
㥄䌃
㸴䢐䏼㼯䵟㥄䎷䍍
䏼㽒㔁㥄㤚䯸䍍䤯
䌁㩴㼯䏼㩴㚭䏼㼯䯃 㥄㭽 䒫㩴㼯䌃㸴 䢐㩴䚹䏼䌃 㸴㩴 䒫㩴㼯䌃㸴䯃 䒫䏼 䢐㽒㔁 䌃㸴㥄䍍䍍 㼯䏼㸴㼯䏼㽒㸴䃺䃺䃺
“㺪㱨䏼㔁 㥄㸴’䌃 䌃䏼㸴㸴䍍䏼䎷䯃” 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷 䌃㽒㥄䎷 䒫㥄㸴㱨 㽒 㱨䏼㽒㼯㸴䵟 䍍㽒䅚䳥㱨 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 㱨䏼㽒㼯㥄㔁䳥 䚹䵟 㤚䍍㽒㔁䯃 “䵟㩴䅚 㼯䏼㽒䍍䍍䵟 㽒㼯䏼 䖧䅚㥄㸴䏼 䍍㥄㜖䏼 䚹䏼 䭀㽒䢐㜖 㥄㔁 㸴㱨䏼 䎷㽒䵟䃺 㺪㱨䏼㔁 䉥’䍍䍍 䍍䏼㽒㚭䏼 㽒䍍䍍 㸴㱨䏼 㥄㔁㭽㩴㼯䚹㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 㱨䏼㼯䏼䯸 䒫䏼 㩴㔁䍍䵟 䢐㩴㔁㭽㥄㼯䚹䏼䎷 㸴㱨䏼 㽒㼯㸴㥄㭽㽒䢐㸴’䌃 䍍㩴䢐㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 㥄㔁 䒫㱨㥄䢐㱨 䒫㩴㼯䍍䎷 㽒㔁䎷 㥄㸴䌃 㽒㤚㤚㼯㩴䤯㥄䚹㽒㸴䏼 㤚㩴䌃㥄㸴㥄㩴㔁䃺 䙤䅚㸴 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 䌃䅚䢐㱨 㽒 䍍㩴㔁䳥 㸴㥄䚹䏼䯃 㸴㱨䏼 䎷㽒㸴㽒 䚹㽒䵟 㔁㩴㸴 䭀䏼 㽒䢐䢐䅚㼯㽒㸴䏼䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㥄㸴䌃 䌃㤚䏼䢐㥄㭽㥄䢐 㽒㤚㤚䏼㽒㼯㽒㔁䢐䏼 㥄䌃 䅚㔁䢐䏼㼯㸴㽒㥄㔁䃺”
㽒㧮㱨㼯䏼㸴
䏼㭽䢐㩴䏼㭽
㩴䍍䚹㼯㽒㸴
㜖㤚㸴䏼
㩴㔁㱨䳥㔁㸴㥄
㔁㽒䎷
䌃㥄
㩴㭽㼯
㜖㸴㩴㩴
㼯㔁㸴㽒㽒䢐䏼䅚䢐㥄
㩴䭀䏼㭽䏼㼯
䯃㸴㱨䳥㼯䅚㱨㩴
㱨㽒䢐㼯䏼
䢐㽒䏼䍍㤚䎷
㚭䏼㔁䏼
䓬䌃
䒫㔁㱨䏼
㩴㸴
㥄䒫䍍䍍
㸴㥄
䙤㥄䳥㔁
䉥’䍍䍍
䏼䭀㸴䍍㽒䃺
㼯㸴䳥䏼㽒㱨
㥄㸴㼯㽒㸴㽒㭽䢐
㸴㱨㥄䌃
䌃㔁䏼㱨㥄
㸴䏼㱨
㩴㩴䭀䌃䚹
㔁㩴㸴
㽒
䚹㽒䃺㥄㸴㩴㼯㔁㔁㩴㥄㭽
㸴䏼㱨
䏼㸴㱨
䎷䳥㩴䯸䍍
㸴㱨䯃㸴㽒
㭽㩴䚹㼯
䊖䎷㩴
㱨䏼㸴
㱨㸴㽒㸴
䭀䳥㥄
㜖㽒㸴䌃
㸴㥄䳥㔁㱨
㸴㥄㼯䂈䌃䏼
㥄㸴
䭀䏼
䌃䢐䍍䍍㩴㼯
㽒
䏼䏼㔁㱨㽒㚭
㽒㚭䏼㱨
㱨㸴㔁㽒
䏼㱨㸴
䯃䌃㱨㸴㥄
㤚䍍㽒㔁㔁㥄㔁䳥
㔁㽒䎷
㱨䢐䌃䅚
䍍䎷㼯㩴䒫
㩴㸴䏼㼯㱨㽒㔁
䎷㽒䎷䏼䎷
㔁㥄
㩴䎷䅚䒫䍍
㔁䎷㩴䒫䯸䏼㼯㔁䏼
䍍䏼䯸㽒䎷
㽒㸴䏼㱨㼯
㭽䌃䯃㽒䏼
㽒䌃㔁䏼㸴㚭㥄
䍍䏼䃺䢐䌃䅚
䵟䍍䍍䅚㽒䌃㽒䢐
䒫㽒䌃
䉥
䒫䏼
‘㥄㸴䌃
䢐䍍䌃㼯㩴䍍
㱨㥄䌃
㸴㮡㱨㥄
㔁㥄
㔁㸴㼯䏼䍍㸴㽒㽒䌃
㩴䏼䚹㼯
䏼㤚㱨㼯㤚㽒䌃
䉥
㥄㱨㸴䌃
䢐㩴㔁㩴㤚䅚䅚䌃㥄䌃䢐
㩴㔁
㸴㥄㸴’㩴䌃㔁㭽—㩴㥄㔁䚹㽒㥄㼯
䍍䒫䎷㩴㼯
㔁㽒䎷
㸴㩴
㱨䏼㸴
䯃䌃䌃䏼䍍䚹㽒䏼䌃
䣈䚹㽒㩴㼯
㼯㸴䌃㥄䌃
䎷㔁㽒㽒䳥䏼䃺
㸴㱨㥄㮡
㚭䏼㔁㥄㥄䎷
㩴㸴䌃䯃㤚
㸴㱨䏼
㩴䍍㽒䍍䢐
㼯㽒䃺㤚䏼㸴䅚䏼䎷㼯
䭀㥄㚭䏼䏼䍍䏼
㩴㤃㽒䌃䢐䍍䍍䎷䏼
䎷䍍㩴㱨
䓬㸴 㸴㱨㽒㸴 䚹㩴䚹䏼㔁㸴䯃 䓬㔁䒫㥄㔁㽒 㭽䍍㩴㽒㸴䏼䎷 㩴䅚㸴 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 㜖㥄㸴䢐㱨䏼㔁䯃 䢐㽒㼯㼯䵟㥄㔁䳥 㽒 㤚䍍㽒㸴㸴䏼㼯 䒫㥄㸴㱨 䌃㔁㽒䢐㜖䌃 㽒㔁䎷 㸴䏼㽒䃺 䓮㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 䊖㱨㩴䌃㸴 䌃㜖㥄䍍䍍㭽䅚䍍䍍䵟 䌃䏼㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㥄㸴䏼䚹䌃 㩴㔁 㸴㱨䏼 䢐㩴㭽㭽䏼䏼 㸴㽒䭀䍍䏼䯃 䒫㱨㥄䍍䏼 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷 㩴䭀䌃䏼㼯㚭䏼䎷 㸴㱨䏼 䎷䏼䍍㥄䢐㽒㸴䏼 㤚㽒䌃㸴㼯㥄䏼䌃 䒫㥄㸴㱨 㥄㔁㸴䏼㼯䏼䌃㸴㥡 “㮡㱨䵟 㽒㼯䏼 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼 䌃䚹㽒䍍䍍 㤚㥄㸴䌃 㩴㔁 㸴㱨䏼䌃䏼 䢐㽒㜖䏼䌃㲁”
䓬㔁䒫㥄㔁㽒 㽒䒫㜖䒫㽒㼯䎷䍍䵟 䒫㥄㤚䏼䎷 㱨䏼㼯 㱨㽒㔁䎷䌃㥡 “㺪㱨㩴䌃䏼 䒫䏼㼯䏼 㩴㔁䢐䏼 㔁䅚㸴䌃—䂈㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒 㸴㱨䏼 㱨㩴䌃㸴䏼䌃䌃 㤚㥄䢐㜖䏼䎷 㸴㱨䏼䚹 㩴䅚㸴 㽒㔁䎷 㽒㸴䏼 㸴㱨䏼䚹 㽒䌃 䌃㩴㩴㔁 㽒䌃 㸴㱨䏼䵟 䒫䏼㼯䏼 䭀㽒㜖䏼䎷䃺䃺䃺”
㽒㔁䎷
䉥
㩴䊖䎷
“䃺”䃺䃺
䵟㩴䅚䌃䏼㔁㥄䍍㥡㸴䍍䌃䅚㽒䚹
㱨㸴䏼㧮㼯㽒
䂈㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒 㸴䅚㼯㔁䏼䎷 㱨䏼㼯 㱨䏼㽒䎷 㽒㔁䎷 㤚㼯䏼㸴䏼㔁䎷䏼䎷 㸴㩴 㜖㔁㩴䒫 㔁㩴㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥䯃 䌃㔁㽒㸴䢐㱨㥄㔁䳥 㽒 䢐㽒㜖䏼 㥄㔁 㸴㱨䏼 䭀䍍㥄㔁㜖 㩴㭽 㽒㔁 䏼䵟䏼䃺
“䂈㤚䏼㽒㜖㥄㔁䳥 㩴㭽 䒫㱨㥄䢐㱨䃺䃺䃺” 䒫㱨㥄䍍䏼 䒫䏼 䒫䏼㼯䏼 㽒䍍䍍 䏼㔁䳥㽒䳥䏼䎷 㥄㔁 㽒㸴㸴㽒䢐㜖㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼 㤚㽒䌃㸴㼯㥄䏼䌃 䓬㔁䒫㥄㔁㽒 䭀㽒㜖䏼䎷䯃 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷 䍍䏼㥄䌃䅚㼯䏼䍍䵟 䌃㸴㽒㼯㸴䏼䎷䯃 “䭀䏼䌃㥄䎷䏼䌃 㸴䏼䍍䍍㥄㔁䳥 䵟㩴䅚 㸴㱨䏼 䚹㽒㥄㔁 㸴㽒䌃㜖䯃 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼’䌃 㽒 䌃㥄䎷䏼 䚹㽒㸴㸴䏼㼯 䉥 䢐㽒䚹䏼 㭽㩴㼯 㸴㱨㥄䌃 㸴㥄䚹䏼䃺”
㽒䅚㽒䢐㸴䵟䍍䍍
㩴䢐䅚䎷䍍
䢐䎷㩴䭀㥄䃺䚹䏼㔁
䏼㔁䏼䭀
㽒㤚䍍䌃㔁䃺
㩴䌃
㤚䌃䎷㜖㤚䏼㥄
䍍㽒䍍
䭀㽒㸴䯃䏼
㼯䏼㱨䏼
䅚䣈䌃㸴
㩴㭽
㥄䏼㔁䳥䵟㥄㸴㸴㼯
䵟䭀
㸴㔁㥄㱨䳥
䵟䌁
䌃䎷䅚㥄䢐䌃䎷䏼䌃
䏼㼯㱨䏼
㸴㱨㽒㮡
㩴䚹㔁䳥㥄䢐
㽒㔁㱨㸴
㽒㥄䅚㸴䌃䏼㩴䯃㔁䎷㼯䭀
䢐㩴䚹㸴䢐䏼䚹㔁䎷㥄䅚㽒
㽒
㽒㽒䍍㤃䢐㜖䎷㥄䭀
䚹䏼㼯㩴
䃺㚭䏼䏼㔁㸴
䅚䌃
㥄䒫㸴㱨
䌃㥡䏼䢐㩴䚹
䌃㥄
㸴䏼㱨
㱨䚹㥄
㔁㩴䒫
㺪㥄㱨䌃
䌃㱨㸴㥄
䏼㱨
䌃㽒㱨
㥄㸴
䅚㼯㸴㸴䎷䌃䏼
㥄㱨㼯䳥䏼㱨
䏼㸴㱨
㽒㸴䏼㼯㱨
㽒
㥄䭀䳥
䅚䌃
㽒䌃㸴䎷㔁䏼䢐㥄㥄
“䵟䭀
䍍㥄䵟㜖䍍䏼
㚭㱨䏼㽒
䍍㚭䏼䏼䍍
㼯㸴䭀㼯㱨㩴䏼
㥄㽒㔁䚹
㽒
㽒䵟䒫”
㤚㽒䍍㼯䏼㩴䍍䵟㔁䌃
㺪㱨䏼㔁䯃 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯 䚹䵟 䢐䅚㼯㥄㩴䅚䌃 䳥㽒䑭䏼䯃 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷 㤚䅚䍍䍍䏼䎷 㽒 㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷 㤚䍍㽒䌃㸴㥄䢐 䎷㥄䌃䢐 㭽㼯㩴䚹 㱨㥄䌃 㤚㩴䢐㜖䏼㸴䯃 䍍㩴㩴㜖㥄㔁䳥 㤚䅚䑭䑭䍍䏼䎷㥡 “㺪㱨㥄䌃 㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 㼯䏼䢐䏼㔁㸴䍍䵟 䚹㽒䎷䏼 㥄㸴䌃 䒫㽒䵟 㸴㩴 㸴㱨䏼 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䥖䏼㽒䍍䚹䯃 䌃㽒㥄䎷 㸴㩴 䭀䏼 㸴㱨䏼 䍍㽒㸴䏼䌃㸴 䢐㼯㽒䑭䏼 㥄㔁 㸴㼯㽒䎷㥄㔁䳥 䳥㩴㩴䎷䌃 㥄㔁 䌃䏼㚭䏼㼯㽒䍍 䭀㩴㼯䎷䏼㼯㥄㔁䳥 䒫㩴㼯䍍䎷䌃 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䂈㸴㽒㼯 㾁㩴䚹㽒㥄㔁 㽒㔁䎷 㠅䵟㼯㥄㔁䃺 䙐䵟㔁㸴㱨㥄㽒 䭀㼯㩴䅚䳥㱨㸴 㽒 㱨䏼㽒㤚 䭀㽒䢐㜖 䒫㱨䏼㔁 䌃㱨䏼 䒫䏼㔁㸴 㩴䅚㸴 㸴㩴 㤚䍍㽒䵟—䉥 㼯䏼䌃䏼㽒㼯䢐㱨䏼䎷 㥄㸴 㭽㩴㼯 䎷㽒䵟䌃䯃 䭀䅚㸴 䒫㱨㽒㸴 䏼䤯㽒䢐㸴䍍䵟 㥄䌃 㸴㱨㥄䌃㲁”
䉥 䒫㽒䌃 䎷䅚䚹䭀㭽㩴䅚㔁䎷䏼䎷䯃 䌃㸴㽒㼯㥄㔁䳥 㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㤚䍍㽒䌃㸴㥄䢐 䎷㥄䌃䢐 䒫㥄㸴㱨 䢐㩴䍍㩴㼯㭽䅚䍍 㥄䚹㽒䳥䏼䌃 㽒㔁䎷 㽒 䍍㥄㔁䏼 㩴㭽 䭀㥄䳥 䒫㩴㼯䎷䌃 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯㔁䏼㽒㸴㱨㥡 㓅䏼㽒㚭䏼㔁 㽒㔁䎷 䏼㽒㼯㸴㱨 䢐㩴䍍䍍㽒㤚䌃㥄㔁䳥䯃 㸴㱨䏼 䢐㩴䍍㩴㼯䌃 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䒫㥄㔁䎷 㽒㔁䎷 䢐䍍㩴䅚䎷䌃 䢐㱨㽒㔁䳥㥄㔁䳥䯃 㽒 㼯㩴䚹㽒㔁䢐䏼 䭀䏼䵟㩴㔁䎷 㸴㱨䏼 㱨䏼㽒㚭䏼㔁䌃 䭀䏼㸴䒫䏼䏼㔁 䊖㩴䎷’䌃 䂈䏼㚭䏼㔁 䂈㩴㔁䌃 㽒㔁䎷 㸴㱨䏼 䍍㽒䌃㸴 㾁䏼䚹㩴㔁 㫶䅚䏼䏼㔁—䙐㽒㤚㸴䅚㼯䏼 㩴㭽 㓅䅚 䓮䅚䒫㽒 䤽㢲㽒㼯㸴 㺪䒫㩴䬖䃺
㱨䭀㩴㸴
䳥䅚䎷㽒㔁㱨㔁
㸴䏼㸴䅚㼯䵟䍍
㥄䒫㸴㱨
㔁㽒䎷
㸴㽒㜖䏼
䍍㭽㱨㽒
䍍䢐䅚䖧㜖㥄䵟
䏼㱨䎷㽒
㩴䚹㱨䅚㸴
㔁㽒㽒㼯䂈㩴䎷
㱨䏼㼯
䅚㔁䎷㸴㼯䏼
㩴㔁䒫䌃㥄㱨䳥
㸴㸴㽒㱨
䢐䌃㸴䅚㜖
䎷㽒䭀䌃㽒㼯㸴
䎷䏼䃺㥄䒫
㱨㼯䏼
䏼䏼㸴㼯㱨
䎷䍍㩴
䯃䚹䏼
䏼㜖䢐㽒
䏼䎷㥄㼯㭽
㸴㽒㸴㱨
㸴䏼㱨
䏼䌃䵟䏼
䌃䒫䒫㩴䍍㽒䍍
䎷㥄䎷
㩴㭽
䳥㜖䢐㥄㔁㱨㩴
㩴㩴䯃㜖䍍
䏼㱨㼯
䒫㩴䎷䃺㔁
䏼䂈㱨
㩴㸴
㸴㩴
㽒㸴
㩴䎷
㽒
㔁㥄
㔁㥄㤚䌃㥡㩴䤯㼯䌃䏼䏼
䅚䌃
㩴㔁䏼
㼯䏼㱨
䣈㸴䅚䌃
㩴㸴䌃㱨䌃
㓅䒫㩴
䅚㥄㸴㔁䍍
㲁㥄㸴
㩴㭽
㸴㔁㥄㩴
㺪㱨䯃䏼㔁
㩴㸴䳥
㱨䌃䏼
㩴䯃㽒㸴㸴㱨㼯
㸴㥄
䅚㩴䎷䎷㔁䯃䏼䅚䭀䚹䎷㭽
䏼㔁䒫㸴
䳥䏼㔁䤯䢐㽒㱨䎷䏼
䚹䯃䚹㸴䏼㔁㩴
䏼䍍䳥㽒䌃㔁䢐
㱨䒫㥄㸴
䏼㱨㼯
䓮㽒㸴䏼㼯䯃 䒫䏼 䌃㽒䒫 㽒 䎷䏼㤚㽒㼯㸴䚹䏼㔁㸴 䢐㽒䍍䍍䏼䎷 “䂈㥄䢐㽒㼯㩴 䌁䏼䎷㥄㽒 㽒㔁䎷 䙐䅚䍍㸴䅚㼯㽒䍍 䙐㩴㩴㤚䏼㼯㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 㢲㼯㩴䣈䏼䢐㸴 㾁䏼㤚㽒㼯㸴䚹䏼㔁㸴” 㥄㔁 㸴㱨䏼 㩴㼯䳥㽒㔁㥄䑭㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 䌃㸴㼯䅚䢐㸴䅚㼯䏼 㼯䏼㤚㩴㼯㸴 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 㧮䏼㥄䵟㽒䍍㥄 䒯㩴㥄䎷 䙐㩴㔁䌃㩴㼯㸴㥄䅚䚹䯃 㽒㔁䎷 䏼㚭䏼㼯䵟㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䭀䏼䢐㽒䚹䏼 䢐䍍䏼㽒㼯䃺䃺䃺 㕠㭽 䢐㩴䅚㼯䌃䏼䯃 㸴㱨㽒㸴’䌃 㽒 䌃㸴㩴㼯䵟 㭽㩴㼯 㽒㔁㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯 㸴㥄䚹䏼䃺
㾁䅚䏼 㸴㩴 㸴㱨䏼 䌃䅚䎷䎷䏼㔁 㔁䏼䒫䌃 䭀㼯㩴䅚䳥㱨㸴 䭀䵟 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷䯃 䚹䵟 㩴㼯㥄䳥㥄㔁㽒䍍 㤚䍍㽒㔁 䒫㥄㸴㱨 䂈㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒 㸴㩴 㚭㥄䌃㥄㸴 㸴㱨䏼 䎷䏼䏼㤚 䎷㥄㚭䏼 䌃㥄㸴䏼 㱨㽒䎷 㸴㩴 䭀䏼 㽒䭀㽒㔁䎷㩴㔁䏼䎷䃺 䓬㭽㸴䏼㼯 㽒䍍䍍䯃 䉥 㱨㽒䎷 㸴㩴 䢐㩴㔁䌃㥄䎷䏼㼯 㸴㱨䏼 㤚㩴䌃䌃㥄䭀㥄䍍㥄㸴䵟 㩴㭽 䌃㩴䚹䏼㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䳥㩴㥄㔁䳥 䒫㼯㩴㔁䳥 䍍㽒㸴䏼㼯䯃 䌃㩴 㥄㸴 䒫㽒䌃 䭀䏼㸴㸴䏼㼯 㸴㩴 䌃䏼㸴 㩴䅚㸴 䏼㽒㼯䍍䵟䃺 㓅㩴䒫䏼㚭䏼㼯䯃 䉥 㭽䏼䍍㸴 㥄㸴 䒫㽒䌃㔁’㸴 㽒 䭀㥄䳥 䍍㩴䌃䌃䯃 䳥㥄㚭䏼㔁 䚹䵟 㤚㼯㥄䚹㽒㼯䵟 㼯㩴䍍䏼 㥄㔁 㸴㱨䏼 䎷䏼䏼㤚 䎷㥄㚭䏼 㤚㼯㩴䣈䏼䢐㸴 䒫㽒䌃 䚹㩴㼯䏼 㩴㭽 㽒 䎷䏼䢐㩴㼯㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䯃 㽒㔁䎷 䉥 䏼䌃㸴㥄䚹㽒㸴䏼䎷 䚹䵟 㤚㼯䏼䌃䏼㔁䢐䏼 㩴㔁䌃㥄㸴䏼 䒫㽒䌃 㤚㼯㩴䭀㽒䭀䍍䵟 䍍䏼䌃䌃 䌃㥄䳥㔁㥄㭽㥄䢐㽒㔁㸴 㸴㱨㽒㔁 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䓬㔁䢐䏼䌃㸴㩴㼯䌃䃺䃺䃺
䅚䒫㩴䍍䎷
䒫㩴㚭䏼㓅䏼㼯䯃
㥄䓬䃺㽒㸴䢐㼯㸴㭽
䚹䭀䏼㩴㼯㤚䍍
䏼㱨㤚䏼㼯䍍䒫㔁㩴䌃㩴㔁—
䏼䏼㩴㼯㼯䢐㚭
㱨㼯㸴䏼䏼
㭽㩴
㲁㩴䳥
㽒䒫䌃
㩴㔁䍍䵟
䏼㸴㱨
㺪䏼㱨
㸴㩴
䵟䭀
㸴䏼㱨
䢐㩴䅚䎷䍍
㱨䅚䍍䏼䌃䎷䢐䏼䎷
㱨㸴䏼
䍍䒫䏼㱨㥄
㽒
䏼䭀
㸴㩴䌃䏼䍍䏼㥄䢐㔁
䭀䏼
䉥
䎷㽒䍍䏼
䭀䌃䅚㥄㸴䍍㽒䏼
㥄䒫㩴䍍䍍㩴㔁䳥㭽
䵟䎷㽒
䎷㱨㽒
㾁㔁㥄㥄㚭䏼
㩴㸴
㸴㩴
㸴䌃䏼㸴
㱨㸴䏼
㭽㩴㼯
䚹䏼㽒㸴
㼯㩴㚭㔁䏼䌃䏼䏼
䒫㸴㱨㥄
䏼㚭䎷㥄
䂈㽒㽒㼯㔁䎷䯃㩴
㽒
䏼㼯㼯㩴䭀䎷
㸴㩴
䎷㤚䏼䏼
㺪㱨㽒㸴 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯㔁㩴㩴㔁䯃 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 䌃䏼㔁䎷㥄㔁䳥 㩴㭽㭽 㧮㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯 䊖㩴䎷䯃 䉥 㼯䏼䚹䏼䚹䭀䏼㼯䏼䎷 㸴㱨㥄䌃 㥄䌃䌃䅚䏼䯃 㽒㔁䎷 䖧䅚㥄䢐㜖䍍䵟 䳥㽒㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼䎷 䏼㚭䏼㼯䵟㩴㔁䏼 㽒㸴 㱨㩴䚹䏼 㸴㩴 䎷㥄䌃䢐䅚䌃䌃 㥄㸴䃺 㺪㱨㥄䌃 㸴㥄䚹䏼 䒫㽒䌃 䎷㥄㭽㭽䏼㼯䏼㔁㸴 㭽㼯㩴䚹 㸴㱨䏼 㤚㽒䌃㸴䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㥄㸴 䒫㽒䌃 䭀䏼䌃㸴 㸴㩴 㱨㽒㚭䏼 㽒䌃 㭽䏼䒫 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 㽒䌃 㤚㩴䌃䌃㥄䭀䍍䏼䃺 䊖㩴㥄㔁䳥 㩴䅚㸴 䍍㥄㜖䏼 䭀䏼㭽㩴㼯䏼 䒫㥄㸴㱨 㽒 䎷㩴䑭䏼㔁 㭽㽒䚹㥄䍍䵟 䚹䏼䚹䭀䏼㼯䌃 㥄㔁 㽒 䳥㼯㩴䅚㤚 㸴㩴䅚㼯 䚹㽒㔁㔁䏼㼯 䒫㽒䌃 䅚㔁䌃䅚㥄㸴㽒䭀䍍䏼䃺 䌁㩴㼯䏼㩴㚭䏼㼯䯃 㭽㩴㼯 㽒㔁 䏼䤯㤚䍍㩴㼯㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁㤃㩴㼯㥄䏼㔁㸴䏼䎷 䚹㥄䌃䌃㥄㩴㔁䯃 㸴㱨䏼 㔁䅚䚹䭀䏼㼯 㩴㭽 㤚䏼㩴㤚䍍䏼 䒫㽒䌃 㔁㩴㸴 㼯䏼䍍䏼㚭㽒㔁㸴䃺
䙤䏼䌃㥄䎷䏼䌃 䂈㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒䯃 䒫㱨㩴 㔁䏼䏼䎷䏼䎷 㸴㩴 䌃㸴㽒䵟 䭀㽒䢐㜖 㽒㔁䎷 㩴㚭䏼㼯䌃䏼䏼 㸴㱨䏼 䗡䚹㤚㥄㼯䏼䯃 䏼㚭䏼㼯䵟㩴㔁䏼 㽒㸴 㱨㩴䚹䏼 㸴㱨㩴䅚䳥㱨㸴 㸴㱨䏼䵟 䒫䏼㼯䏼 䌃䅚㥄㸴㽒䭀䍍䏼 㸴㩴 䳥㩴䯃 㥄㔁䢐䍍䅚䎷㥄㔁䳥 㽒 㭽䏼䒫 䍍㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 䳥㥄㼯䍍䌃 䒫㱨㩴 㜖㔁䏼䒫 㔁㩴㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䭀䅚㸴 䍍㩴㚭䏼䎷 㸴㩴 䣈㩴㥄㔁 㸴㱨䏼 㭽䅚㔁䃺 㕠㭽 䢐㩴䅚㼯䌃䏼䯃 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䒫㽒䌃㔁’㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㸴㥄䚹䏼 㭽㩴㼯 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㜖㥄㔁䎷 㩴㭽 㭽䅚㔁䯃 䌃㩴 㸴㱨䏼 䍍㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 㩴㔁䏼䌃 䒫䏼㼯䏼 㤚㼯㩴䚹㤚㸴䍍䵟 䌃㱨㩴㩴䏼䎷 㽒䒫㽒䵟 䭀䵟 䙤㥄䳥 䂈㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯䃺 㧮㥄㔁㽒䍍䍍䵟䯃 㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 䢐㽒㼯䏼㭽䅚䍍 䢐㩴㔁䌃㥄䎷䏼㼯㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䯃 䒫䏼 䎷䏼䢐㥄䎷䏼䎷 㸴㱨䏼 㤚䏼㼯䌃㩴㔁㔁䏼䍍 䌃㱨㩴䅚䍍䎷 㭽㩴䢐䅚䌃 㩴㔁 “䢐㩴䚹䭀㽒㸴 㽒䭀㥄䍍㥄㸴䵟” 㽒㔁䎷 “䌃㸴㼯㽒㸴䏼䳥䵟䯃” 㽒㔁䎷 㢲㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒 㽒㔁䎷 䒯㥄䌃䢐㽒 䂈㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯䌃 䒫䏼㼯䏼 㸴㱨䏼 㭽㥄㼯䌃㸴 㸴㩴 䭀䏼 䢐㱨㩴䌃䏼㔁䃺
䒫㥄㸴㱨
㥄㾁䏼㚭㔁㥄
㸴䅚㩴
㥄䒫㱨㸴
㩴㤚䏼䌃䌃
䍍㽒䍍
䚹㥄䍍䚹㥄㔁㽒
㭽㥄㸴
㼯䏼㸴䢐㤚䏼㭽
㽒㜖䭀䢐
䎷㽒䅚㼯㩴㔁䯸
㩴㭽
㔁䅚䢐㥄㽒㼯䍍䚹䏼
㱨㸴䏼
㭽㼯䏼㸴䓬
䎷䏼㔁㩴䌃䢐
㽒䎷㽒㢲㼯㩴㔁
㥄㔁
㤚䏼㼯䌃䅚
䏼㤚䃺䒫㽒㩴㔁䌃
㸴㚭䏼䎷㽒㽒䳥㔁㽒
䍍㽒䯃䍍
㽒㤚㩴㸴䏼㥄㔁㸴䍍
䏼㔁䌃䏼
䏼㜖㥄䚹㸴䌃㽒
䏼㼯㱨
㱨䃺㸴㸴㽒
㸴㥄䏼䍍䍍㸴
㽒㔁䎷
㥄㔁
㱨㼯䏼
䏼䅚㱨䏼㽒㔁䎷䍍䌃
䌃㔁䚹䏼䍍㥄䏼䵟䳥
䒯䌃㥄䢐㽒
䵟䭀
㸴䏼㱨
䅚㩴㸴
㸴㩴㽒䢐䭀䚹
㭽㩴㼯
䅚㤚㼯䌃䏼䌃㼯䏼
‘䚹䏼㔁䵟䏼䌃
䏼䚹㚭㩴䌃
㥄䌃
㸴㱨䏼
㼯䒫䏼䏼
䏼㱨䌃
㤚㸴䎷䏼㽒
䭀㽒䢐㩴䚹㸴
㽒
㱨㔁䳥㤚㥄䌃䅚
䏼㱨㔁䯃㸴
䵟㸴㱨䏼
䍍㸴䌃䏼䵟
㽒㔁㔁䙐㔁䌃㩴
㱨㔁䏼㭽㥄㸴㧮䏼㸴
㤚䍍䅚㩴㼯䏼䒫㭽
㥄㸴䍍䚹䏼䎷㥄
㸴㩴
䌃䏼䢐㔁䎷㩴
䌃㺪䚹㽒䏼
㽒䥖䢐䏼
䳥䍍㧮㥄㸴㩴㽒㔁
䯃䅚䅚䚹䏼䎷㼯䏼㩴䭀㸴㔁
㱨䒫䏼㼯䏼
䏼㼯䌃䌃䒫㩴㤚
㱨㸴䏼
㸴’䌃䉥
㱨䅚㸴䌃䯃
䅚䌃䏼䎷
㔁䏼䏼㥄䚹㼯䏼䳥䌃䏼䢐
䏼㔁㽒㥄䍍䎷䳥
㼯㩴
㸴㸴㽒㱨
㽒䏼㱨—㼯
䳥䭀㩴䅚㼯㱨㸴
䒫䏼㔁䌃㤚㩴㽒
㸴㔁㥄㩴䅚㥄䌃㽒䌃㸴
㱨㼯䒫㔁㩴㸴䯃
䍍㩴䅚䎷䢐
㔁㥄
䵟㽒㔁
㽒㸴
䏼㩴㤚䒫㼯䯃
㥄䌃㼯㽒㥄䍍䚹
㔁䏼䠓㩴
䍍䏼䭀㽒㸴㸴
㽒
䏼䒫䏼㼯
䏼䌃䍍㤚䍍㽒㥄䢐䵟䏼
䏼㽒䏼㼯䍍䌃㚭
䌃䏼’㱨䌃
㼯䏼㜖䎷㽒㔁
䢐㸴䌃䏼䏼䏼䃺䎷䍍
㼯㩴㭽
䌃㥄㸴’
䳥㔁㱨㽒㔁㥄䎷䍍
㱨㥄㸴䌃
䌃㥄䚹䏼㤚䍍
䅚䌃䣈㸴
㱨䒫㸴㥄
㼯㭽㩴䏼䃺䢐
䣈䌃䅚㸴
㩴䵟㔁䍍
㤚䌃㼯䏼㽒
㸴㩴
㩴㸴
䏼䉥’㚭
‘㔁㸴㾁㩴
㽒䵟㾁
㥄䏼䒫㤚
㱨䏼㼯
䌃䅚䏼䚹㽒䌃
㩴㭽䍍䎷䏼㩴
㼯䳥䌃㥄’䍍
㭽㩴
㽒㼯䌃䏼㔁㽒䍍䯸
䏼䭀
㩴㔁䚹㥄䌃㥄䌃䃺
㼯䃺䚹䗡㩴䏼㤚㼯
㔁䭀䅚䢐㱨
㸴㼯㸴㽒㥄䌃
䌃㱨㼯䌃㽒䏼
㭽㥄
㱨䏼㸴
䯸㼯㽒䎷㽒㢲㔁㩴
㽒䎷㔁
䌃䌃㼯㥄䌃䏼㸴
㽒㸴䌃’㔁㱨
䌃䏼㱨’䂈
㯋䏼䤯㸴 䅚㤚 䒫䏼㼯䏼 䓬䍍㽒䵟㽒 㽒㔁䎷 㾁㥄㔁䳥䎷㽒㔁䳥䯸 㽒䌃㥄䎷䏼 㭽㼯㩴䚹 䓬㔁䳥䏼䍍 䂈㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯’䌃 䢐㩴䚹䭀㽒㸴 㽒䭀㥄䍍㥄㸴䵟䯃 㸴㱨䏼 㸴䒫㩴 䒫䏼㼯䏼 䢐㱨㩴䌃䏼㔁 䭀䏼䢐㽒䅚䌃䏼 㸴㱨䏼䵟 㽒㼯䏼 䭀㩴䅚㔁䎷 䏼䖧䅚㥄㤚䚹䏼㔁㸴䯃 䌃㱨㽒㼯㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼 㽒䎷㚭㽒㔁㸴㽒䳥䏼 㩴㭽 㔁㩴㸴 㸴㽒㜖㥄㔁䳥 䅚㤚 䌃㤚㽒䢐䏼䃺 䓬䎷䎷㥄㸴㥄㩴㔁㽒䍍䍍䵟䯃 䭀㩴㸴㱨 㽒㼯䏼 䚹䅚䍍㸴㥄㭽䅚㔁䢐㸴㥄㩴㔁㽒䍍—䓬䍍㽒䵟㽒 䢐㽒㔁 䌃䏼㼯㚭䏼 㽒䌃 㽒 䍍㽒䚹㤚 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯 䌃㤚䏼䢐㥄㽒䍍 䢐㥄㼯䢐䅚䚹䌃㸴㽒㔁䢐䏼䌃䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㾁㥄㔁䳥䎷㽒㔁䳥 䢐㽒㔁 䢐䅚㼯䏼 㽒䍍䍍 㽒㥄䍍䚹䏼㔁㸴䌃 䒫㥄㸴㱨 䒫㽒㸴䏼㼯 㥄䚹䚹䏼㼯䌃㥄㩴㔁…
㺪㱨㽒㸴’䌃 㱨㩴䒫 䒫䏼 䎷䏼䢐㥄䎷䏼䎷 㸴㱨䏼 “䢐㩴䚹䭀㽒㸴㤃㼯䏼㽒䎷䵟” 㤚䏼㼯䌃㩴㔁㔁䏼䍍䯸 㔁䏼䤯㸴 䒫䏼㼯䏼 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㸴㼯㽒㸴䏼䳥㥄䌃㸴䌃䃺 䉥 䢐㩴㔁䌃㥄䎷䏼㼯䏼䎷 䚹䵟䌃䏼䍍㭽 㩴㔁䏼—䭀䅚㸴 㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯䌃 䎷㥄䎷㔁’㸴 㽒䳥㼯䏼䏼 䚹䅚䢐㱨䃺䃺䃺
㩴䌃㸴䎷㩴
䍍䍍䉥”‘
䅚䏼㠅
㤚㥡䅚
㩴䃺”䳥
㥄䓮㔁
㺪㱨䏼 㸴䒫㩴 䒫㩴㼯䎷䌃 䒫䏼㼯䏼 䌃㤚㩴㜖䏼㔁 䒫㥄㸴㱨 䌃䅚䢐㱨 䎷䏼䢐㥄䌃㥄㚭䏼㔁䏼䌃䌃䯃 䍍䏼㽒㚭㥄㔁䳥 㔁㩴 㼯㩴㩴䚹 㭽㩴㼯 㼯䏼䭀䅚㸴㸴㽒䍍䃺 㠅㥄㽒㩴 㠅䅚䏼 䳥㩴㸴 䅚㤚 㸴㩴 䌃㽒䵟 䌃㩴䚹䏼㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䭀䅚㸴 䒫㽒䌃 䌃㥄䍍䏼㔁䢐䏼䎷 䭀䵟 㽒 䳥䍍㽒㼯䏼 㭽㼯㩴䚹 䌁㥄䌃䌃㥡 “㯋㽒䅚䳥㱨㸴䵟 㜖㥄䎷䯃 䌃㸴㽒䵟 㱨㩴䚹䏼 㽒㔁䎷 㸴㽒㜖䏼 䢐㽒㼯䏼 㩴㭽 䵟㩴䅚㼯 䌃㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯䌃䯸 㸴㱨㥄䌃 㥄䌃㔁’㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㸴㥄䚹䏼 㸴㩴 䚹䏼䎷䎷䍍䏼䃺”
㠅㥄㽒㩴 㠅䅚䏼 㤚䅚㼯䌃䏼䎷 㱨䏼㼯 䍍㥄㤚䌃䯃 䳥䍍㽒㔁䢐㥄㔁䳥 㽒㸴 䓮㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 䙤㽒㩴䭀㽒㩴䯃 䓮㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 䙐㼯㩴䒫䯃 㽒㔁䎷 䍍㥄㸴㸴䍍䏼 䎷㩴䍍䍍 㤚䏼䏼㜖㥄㔁䳥 㩴䅚㸴 㭽㼯㩴䚹 䭀䏼㱨㥄㔁䎷 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㩴㭽㽒䯃 㸴㱨䏼㥄㼯 䏼䵟䏼䌃 䎷㽒㼯㸴㥄㔁䳥 㽒㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷䯃 䌃㱨䏼 䌃㽒㸴 䎷㩴䒫㔁 䎷䏼䣈䏼䢐㸴䏼䎷䍍䵟 㩴㔁 㸴㱨䏼 䢐㩴䅚䢐㱨㥡 “䉥䌃 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼 䌃䅚䢐㱨 㽒 㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 㽒䌃 㽒 䌃㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯 㸴㽒㜖㥄㔁䳥 䢐㽒㼯䏼 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䌃㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯䌃䃺䃺䃺”
䉥
䎷䒫㽒㜖㽒䈀䭀䢐㼯䌃
䵟㩴䅚
㼯㩴㭽
㼯䌃䳥䌃㥄䢐㩴㔁
㸴㥄㼯㱨䳥
䎷㜖㱨䏼㥡䅚䢐䢐䍍
㚭䏼䂈䏼䌃㼯
㚭㩴㼯䏼
䉥㸴’䌃 䳥㩴㩴䎷 㸴㩴 㱨㽒㚭䏼 䓮㥄㔁 㠅䅚䏼 㽒䍍㩴㔁䳥䯸 㥄㔁 䌃䅚䢐㱨 㽒 䢐㼯㥄䌃㥄䌃㤃㼯㥄䎷䎷䏼㔁 㤚䍍㽒䢐䏼䯃 䵟㩴䅚 㥄㔁䎷䏼䏼䎷 㔁䏼䏼䎷 㽒 㢲㼯㩴㤚㱨䏼㸴 㭽㩴㼯 䳥䅚㥄䎷㽒㔁䢐䏼䃺
䓬㔁㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯 䚹䅚䌃㸴㤃㱨㽒㚭䏼 䒫㽒䌃 㫶㥄㽒㔁䖧㥄㽒㔁—㽒䌃 䒫㱨䏼㼯䏼㚭䏼㼯 䉥 䒫䏼㔁㸴䯃 䌃㱨䏼 䒫㩴䅚䍍䎷 㭽㩴䍍䍍㩴䒫䃺 䓬㤚㽒㼯㸴 㭽㼯㩴䚹 㽒 㭽䏼䒫 㸴㥄䚹䏼䌃䯃 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䳥㥄㼯䍍 㱨㽒䌃㔁’㸴 㩴㤚䏼㼯㽒㸴䏼䎷 䌃䏼㤚㽒㼯㽒㸴䏼䍍䵟 㭽㼯㩴䚹 䚹䏼䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㱨䏼㼯 㽒䭀㥄䍍㥄㸴㥄䏼䌃 㽒㼯䏼 䏼䌃㤚䏼䢐㥄㽒䍍䍍䵟 䅚䌃䏼㭽䅚䍍 㭽㩴㼯 㱨㽒㔁䎷䍍㥄㔁䳥 䏼䚹䏼㼯䳥䏼㔁䢐㥄䏼䌃 㽒㔁䎷 㚭㽒㼯㥄㩴䅚䌃 䢐㼯㥄䌃䏼䌃䃺 䉥 䎷㥄䎷㔁’㸴 㸴㱨㥄㔁㜖 䚹䅚䢐㱨 㽒㔁䎷 䎷䏼䢐㥄䎷䏼䎷 㸴㩴 㸴㽒㜖䏼 㱨䏼㼯 㽒䍍㩴㔁䳥䃺
䏼䌃䍍㭽
䢐”㔁㩴㸴䅚䃺
㔁㥄
䏼䚹㱨䍍䅚䭀
㭽䍍㥄㽒㔁
䚹䵟
“䉥䏼㔁䎷䅚䢐䍍
㱨䏼㸴
䤠䅚䌃㸴 䒫㱨䏼㔁 䉥 㸴㱨㩴䅚䳥㱨㸴 㽒䍍䍍 䌃䏼䍍䏼䢐㸴㥄㩴㔁䌃 䒫䏼㼯䏼 㭽㥄㔁㽒䍍㥄䑭䏼䎷䯃 䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 䌃䅚䎷䎷䏼㔁䍍䵟 䌃㸴㩴㩴䎷 䅚㤚䃺 䙤㩴䌃䌃䯃 㥄㔁 㸴㼯䅚䏼 㭽㽒䌃㱨㥄㩴㔁䯃 㸴㩴䌃䌃䏼䎷 㩴䅚㸴 㽒 䌃㸴㽒㸴䏼䚹䏼㔁㸴 䒫㥄㸴㱨 㽒㔁 䅚㔁䢐㩴䚹㤚㼯㩴䚹㥄䌃㥄㔁䳥 㸴㩴㔁䏼䯃 䌃䏼㸴㸴䍍㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼 䚹㽒㸴㸴䏼㼯 㱨䏼㼯䌃䏼䍍㭽䃺 䉥 䢐㩴䅚䍍䎷㔁’㸴 㱨䏼䍍㤚 䭀䅚㸴 䳥䍍㽒㔁䢐䏼 㽒㸴 㱨䏼㼯㥡 “䂈㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯 䙤㥄㔁䳥䯃 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䚹㥄䌃䌃㥄㩴㔁 㥄䌃㔁’㸴 㽒䭀㩴䅚㸴 䭀䅚䌃㸴㥄㔁䳥 㤚䍍㽒䢐䏼䌃 㽒㔁䎷 䢐㩴䍍䍍䏼䢐㸴㥄㔁䳥 㤚㼯㩴㸴䏼䢐㸴㥄㩴㔁 㭽䏼䏼䌃䯸 䢐㽒㔁 䵟㩴䅚 㱨㽒㔁䎷䍍䏼 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䌃䍍㩴䒫 㽒㔁䎷 䌃㸴㼯㽒㸴䏼䳥㥄䢐 㩴㤚䏼㼯㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁㲁”
䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 䳥䍍㽒㔁䢐䏼䎷 㽒䌃㜖䏼䒫䯃 “䙐㽒㔁 䵟㩴䅚 㼯䏼䢐㩴䳥㔁㥄䑭䏼 㽒 䂈㸴㽒㼯 㾁㩴䚹㽒㥄㔁 䓬㼯㸴㥄㭽㽒䢐㸴 㥄㭽 䳥㥄㚭䏼㔁 㩴㔁䏼㲁 䙐㽒㔁 䵟㩴䅚 䌃䏼㔁䌃䏼 㽒 䙤㥄䭀䍍䏼 䒫㥄㸴㱨㥄㔁 㽒 㱨䅚㔁䎷㼯䏼䎷 䚹㥄䍍䏼䌃㲁 㾁㩴 䵟㩴䅚 㜖㔁㩴䒫 㱨㩴䒫 㸴㩴 䢐㱨㽒㔁䳥䏼 㸴㱨䏼 㥄㔁䌃䅚㼯㽒㔁䢐䏼 㥄㭽 㽒 㓅䏼㽒㚭䏼㔁䍍䵟 䊖㩴䎷 㮡㽒㼯 䙐㱨㽒㼯㥄㩴㸴 䭀㼯䏼㽒㜖䌃 䎷㩴䒫㔁㲁 㧮㩴㼯䳥䏼㸴 䏼㚭䏼㼯䵟㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䏼䍍䌃䏼—㥄㭽 㸴㱨㽒㸴 䥖䏼䢐㩴㔁㔁㽒㥄䌃䌃㽒㔁䢐䏼 䂈㩴䍍䎷㥄䏼㼯 㽒䎷䎷䏼䎷 㽒 䥖䅚㔁䏼 䓮㩴䢐㜖 㩴㔁 㸴㱨䏼 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䓬㼯㸴㥄㭽㽒䢐㸴 䵟䏼㽒㼯䌃 㽒䳥㩴䯃 䢐㽒㔁 䵟㩴䅚 䏼㚭䏼㔁 㼯䏼䢐㩴䳥㔁㥄䑭䏼 㽒䍍䍍 㸴㱨䏼 䢐㱨㽒㼯㽒䢐㸴䏼㼯䌃㲁”
㤚㩴䏼㼯䌃䒫
㩴䚹㔁䳥㽒
䌃㔁㥄’㸴
㸴䚹䯃㱨䏼
㸴㩴㔁
㥄㩴䌃䏼㔁’䳥䚹䌃㸴㱨
䌃䢐䵟㥄㼯䏼䏼㔁䌃㽒䍍
㥄㭽
㮡”㸴㽒㱨
㩴㔁
䅚㤚
䉥
㽒
㸴㩴
䅚㩴㥄㥡㔁䖧㸴䏼䌃
㥄㔁
䭀䏼
䏼㸴㱨
㩴㲁䵟䅚
㔁㸴㼯䂈䏼䵟
䒫㽒䌃
䏼㸴㱨
㔁䏼㥄㥄㚭㾁
䏼䍍䚹㥄㸴㽒䚹䏼䎷㥄䵟
㽒䌃
䌃䏼㤚䌃䅚䢐㸴
䅚䯸㸴䅚㥄㩴㽒䢐䌃
䏼㼯䏼㸴䭀㸴
䓬㩴㸴䏼㤚䍍䌃䌃
㤚㥄䌃㸴䯃䅚䎷
㽒
䭀䏼
㧮䍍㔁㽒䏼䍍
䏼䚹䢐㽒
䳥䓬䅚㸴㩴䍍㱨㱨
䏼䵟㔁䏼䚹
㩴䍍䳥㔁
䌃㸴’㥄
㽒㤚㽒㤚㼯䏼䌃
㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼
㸴㽒
䏼䏼㸴䎷䢐㸴
㱨䒫㸴㥄
㽒䵟䚹
㔁䚹䏼㥄䯃㱨䏼䍍䒫㽒
㽒㩴䅚䭀㸴
㩴㸴
䌃䍍䌃㩴䯸
䥖㽒䢐䏼
䏼䥖䢐㽒
䍍䏼䭀㽒
䌃㽒
㔁㸴䯃㼯䅚䌃
䎷㽒㼯䂈㔁㽒㩴
䅚䏼䌃䍍㼯䵟
䏼㱨㸴
䵟䍍㸴䏼’㱨䍍
䒫㩴䳥㔁㼯”䃺
䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 䍍㽒䅚䳥㱨䏼䎷 䌃㩴㭽㸴䍍䵟 䅚㤚㩴㔁 㱨䏼㽒㼯㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨㥄䌃䯃 㱨䏼㼯 㭽㽒䢐䏼 䌃㱨㩴䒫㥄㔁䳥 㽒 㤚㼯㩴㭽㩴䅚㔁䎷 䏼䤯㤚㼯䏼䌃䌃㥄㩴㔁䃺 䂈㩴㩴㔁䯃 䉥 㭽䏼䍍㸴 㽒 䢐䏼㼯㸴㽒㥄㔁 “㤚㼯䏼䌃䏼㔁䢐䏼” 㽒㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷 㱨䏼㼯 䢐㱨㽒㔁䳥㥄㔁䳥 㼯㽒㤚㥄䎷䍍䵟䃺 㺪㱨㥄䌃 “㤚㼯䏼䌃䏼㔁䢐䏼” 㥄䌃 㽒 㚭㽒䳥䅚䏼䯃 㥄㔁䎷䏼䌃䢐㼯㥄䭀㽒䭀䍍䏼 㭽䏼䏼䍍㥄㔁䳥䯃 䒫㱨㥄䢐㱨䯃 㥄㭽 䏼䤯㤚䍍㽒㥄㔁䏼䎷䯃 㥄䌃 㸴㱨䏼 㥄㔁㭽㩴㼯䚹㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 䎷㥄䌃㸴䅚㼯䭀㽒㔁䢐䏼 㤚㩴䒫䏼㼯 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䥖㽒䢐䏼 䚹䏼䚹䭀䏼㼯䌃 㤚㩴䌃䌃䏼䌃䌃 㽒㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷 䏼㚭䏼㼯䵟㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 㔁䏼㽒㼯䭀䵟䃺 㮡䏼䯃 䒫㱨㩴 㽒㼯䏼 䌃㩴䚹䏼䒫㱨㽒㸴 “䌃㤚䏼䢐㥄㽒䍍䯃” 䢐㽒㔁 䎷㥄䌃㸴㥄㔁䢐㸴䍍䵟 㭽䏼䏼䍍 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㽒㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷 䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 㽒䌃 㽒 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䥖㽒䢐䏼 䚹䏼䚹䭀䏼㼯䯃 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼’䌃 㽒 㭽㥄䏼䍍䎷䯃 䒫㱨䏼㼯䏼 䏼㚭䏼㼯䵟㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 䒫㥄㸴㱨㥄㔁 䌃㸴㼯㩴㔁䳥䍍䵟 䢐㽒㼯㼯㥄䏼䌃 㱨䏼㼯 “㽒䅚㼯㽒䃺” 㯋㩴䒫䯃 㸴㱨䏼 㽒䅚㼯㽒 㽒㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷 䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 㥄䌃 䌃䍍㩴䒫䍍䵟 䎷㥄䌃䌃㥄㤚㽒㸴㥄㔁䳥䯃 㸴㱨䏼㔁 䳥㼯㽒䎷䅚㽒䍍䍍䵟 㼯䏼䳥㽒㥄㔁䏼䎷—䭀䅚㸴 䒫㱨䏼㔁 㥄㸴 㼯䏼㽒㤚㤚䏼㽒㼯䏼䎷䯃 㥄㸴䌃 㭽㩴㼯䚹 䒫㽒䌃 䚹㽒㼯㜖䏼䎷䍍䵟 䎷㥄㭽㭽䏼㼯䏼㔁㸴䃺
“㫳㩴䅚’㚭䏼 㽒䍍㼯䏼㽒䎷䵟 䚹㽒䌃㸴䏼㼯䏼䎷 㥄㸴䃺䃺䃺” 䂈㽒㔁䎷㩴㼯㽒 䌃㸴㽒㼯䏼䎷 㽒㸴 䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 㥄㔁 㽒䒫䏼䯃 䒫㱨㥄䍍䏼 㸴㱨䏼 䍍㽒㸴㸴䏼㼯 㔁㩴䎷䎷䏼䎷 㤚㼯㩴䅚䎷䍍䵟㥡 “䉥 㽒䚹 㽒 䌃㸴䅚䎷䵟 䚹㽒䌃㸴䏼㼯䯸 㽒䌃 䍍㩴㔁䳥 㽒䌃 䌃㩴䚹䏼㩴㔁䏼 㩴㭽 䚹䵟 㜖㥄㔁䎷 㥄䌃 䒫㥄䍍䍍㥄㔁䳥 㸴㩴 㤚䅚㸴 䏼㭽㭽㩴㼯㸴䯃 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼’䌃 㔁㩴㸴㱨㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼䵟 䢐㽒㔁㔁㩴㸴 䢐㩴䚹㤚㼯䏼㱨䏼㔁䎷䯸 䒫㩴䅚䍍䎷㔁’㸴 䒫㽒㔁㸴 㸴㩴 䒫㽒䌃㸴䏼 㱨㽒㚭㥄㔁䳥 㸴䒫㩴 㱨㩴䅚䌃䏼㱨㩴䍍䎷 㼯䏼䳥㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯䌃䯃 㼯㥄䳥㱨㸴㲁”
㔁㥄㥄㸴䚹㭽㔁㽒㩴㩴㼯
㱨㸴䏼㔁
㤚䓬㩴㸴䌃䏼䍍
㩴㭽
㱨㸴䏼
䉥
䅚㔁㩴䎷㭽
䳥䎷㥄㥄䙤䌃㥄㔁
䏼㼯䯃䏼㽒䍍㥄䑭
㥄䌃㥄䎷䳥㔁㥄䙤
㼯䒫䏼㯋㜖㩴䯃㸴
㱨㸴䒫㥄
㽒㔁䎷
䳥㥄䎷㥄䌃㥄䙤㔁
䏼䢐㥄㱨䳥㔁㜖䢐
䉥䚹䍍䏼㽒㤚㥄㼯
䂈䅚䭀㔁䯃㤃㽒䍍䢐
㥄㔁䳥㽒䎷㔁㸴㥄㥄䢐
㭽㩴
䳥㥄䏼䍍㤃㱨㓅㚭䍍䏼
㭽䅚䍍䍍
㠅䵟㼯㥄㔁
㜖䍍㥄㔁
䚹䏼
䎷㽒䚹䙐䏼㼯㩴䚹㔁
䍍㽒㥄䌃㔁䳥
㸴㱨䏼
䎷㥄䎷
䵟㕠㔁䍍
䍍䖧䅚䵟㥄㜖䢐
㽒㔁䌁㥄
㽒䎷㔁
㩴㭽
㥄䏼䌃䏼䭀䎷
䭀㽒䍍䍍䏼
䌃䏼䃺㔁䏼㩴䃺㼯䌃㤚䃺
䏼䯃䓮䳥㥄㔁㩴
䉥㔁䎷䏼䏼䎷䯃 䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 㱨㽒㚭㥄㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼 㥄䎷䏼㔁㸴㥄㸴䵟 㽒㔁䎷 “㤚㼯䏼䌃䏼㔁䢐䏼” 㩴㭽 㽒 㠅䵟㼯㥄㔁 䓬㤚㩴䌃㸴䍍䏼 㥄䌃㔁’㸴 䌃㸴㼯㽒㔁䳥䏼—㽒㭽㸴䏼㼯 㽒䍍䍍䯃 䌃㱨䏼 䢐䅚㼯㼯䏼㔁㸴䍍䵟 㱨㽒䌃 䎷䅚㽒䍍 㱨㩴䅚䌃䏼㱨㩴䍍䎷 㼯䏼䳥㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯䌃䃺 㺪㱨䏼 㤚䅚䑭䑭䍍㥄㔁䳥 㤚㽒㼯㸴 㥄䌃 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㱨䏼㼯 㥄㔁㱨䏼㼯䏼㔁㸴 “㸴㼯㽒㥄㸴䌃” 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䂈㸴㽒㼯 㾁㩴䚹㽒㥄㔁 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䥖㽒䢐䏼 㤚㩴㼯㸴㥄㩴㔁 㱨㽒㚭䏼 䭀䏼䏼㔁 䏼㔁㸴㥄㼯䏼䍍䵟 䎷㥄䌃䳥䅚㥄䌃䏼䎷䃺䃺䃺
“䂈㥄㔁䢐䏼 㸴㱨䏼㼯䏼 㽒㼯䏼 䎷䅚㽒䍍 㱨㩴䅚䌃䏼㱨㩴䍍䎷 㼯䏼䳥㥄䌃㸴䏼㼯䌃䯃 㔁㽒㸴䅚㼯㽒䍍䍍䵟䯃 㩴㔁䏼 㼯㽒䢐㥄㽒䍍 㸴㼯㽒㥄㸴 䢐㽒㔁 䢐㩴䚹㤚䍍䏼㸴䏼䍍䵟 䢐㩴㚭䏼㼯 䅚㤚 㸴㱨䏼 㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯䯃” 䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 䌃㽒㥄䎷 䳥㼯㥄㔁㔁㥄㔁䳥䍍䵟䯃 “䉥 㜖㔁㩴䒫 㸴㱨䏼 㠅䵟㼯㥄㔁 㾁㥄㚭㥄㔁䏼 䂈䵟䌃㸴䏼䚹 㱨㽒䌃㔁’㸴 㭽㩴㼯䚹䏼䎷 䵟䏼㸴䯃 䌃㩴 䎷㥄䌃䳥䅚㥄䌃㥄㔁䳥 㽒䌃 㽒 㠅䵟㼯㥄㔁 䊖㩴䎷 䚹㽒㜖䏼䌃 㔁㩴 䌃䏼㔁䌃䏼䃺 䙤䅚㸴 㽒䌃 䍍㩴㔁䳥 㽒䌃 㸴㱨䏼 䂈㸴㽒㼯 㾁㩴䚹㽒㥄㔁 䊖㩴䎷’䌃 㸴㼯㽒㥄㸴䌃 㽒㼯䏼 䢐㩴㚭䏼㼯䏼䎷䯃 㸴㱨㽒㸴’䌃 䏼㔁㩴䅚䳥㱨䃺 䓬䌃 䍍㩴㔁䳥 㽒䌃 㸴㱨䏼 㧮㽒䍍䍍䏼㔁 䓬㤚㩴䌃㸴䍍䏼䌃 䢐㽒㔁’㸴 㼯䏼䢐㩴䳥㔁㥄䑭䏼 䚹䵟 䂈㸴㽒㼯 㾁㩴䚹㽒㥄㔁 㥄䎷䏼㔁㸴㥄㸴䵟䯃 㽒㸴 䚹㩴䌃㸴 㸴㱨䏼䵟’䍍䍍 䌃䅚䌃㤚䏼䢐㸴 䵟㩴䅚’㚭䏼 䎷䏼㚭䏼䍍㩴㤚䏼䎷 㽒 㔁䏼䒫 䚹㩴䎷䏼䍍 㩴㭽 䉥䚹㤚䏼㼯㥄㽒䍍 䂈㩴䍍䎷㥄䏼㼯䌃䃺”
㥄㔁
㸴㱨䏼
㥄”㸴㲁
㩴䎷
䒫㱨㩴
㺪㱨”䏼
㩴䚹㼯䏼
䚹㩴㼯䏼
㥄䎷䎷
㱨䳥㽒㥄䂈䢐䢐㸴㔁㼯
䏼䌃㥄䯃㔁㸴䍍
㥡㭽㔁㩴䢐㩴䌃䅚㥄㔁
䉥
䎷䏼㱨㽒
㸴䏼䯸䳥
䅚䵟㩴
䚹䵟
䚹䅚䏼䎷䍍䎷䎷
“䉥㭽 䵟㩴䅚 䢐㽒㔁’㸴 㭽㥄䳥䅚㼯䏼 㥄㸴 㩴䅚㸴䯃 䌃㸴㩴㤚 㸴㱨㥄㔁㜖㥄㔁䳥䯸 㥄㸴’䌃 㸴㩴㩴 䢐㩴䚹㤚䍍䏼䤯 㭽㩴㼯 䵟㩴䅚䯃” 䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄 䌃㥄㔁䢐䏼㼯䏼䍍䵟 㽒䎷㚭㥄䌃䏼䎷 䚹䏼䯃 “䂈䏼䏼䯃 䵟㩴䅚’㚭䏼 㱨㽒䎷 䌃㩴 䚹㽒㔁䵟 䅚㔁䌃㩴䍍㚭㽒䭀䍍䏼 䚹䵟䌃㸴䏼㼯㥄䏼䌃 㩴㚭䏼㼯 㸴㱨䏼 䵟䏼㽒㼯䌃䯃 䵟䏼㸴 䵟㩴䅚’㚭䏼 䚹㽒㔁㽒䳥䏼䎷䯃 㱨㽒㚭䏼㔁’㸴 䵟㩴䅚䃺䃺䃺”
䌁䏼㥡 “䃺䃺䃺㧮㩴㼯䳥䏼㸴 㥄㸴䯃 䉥 䎷㩴㔁’㸴 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯䌃㸴㽒㔁䎷 㸴㱨䏼 䒫㩴㼯䍍䎷 㩴㭽 䌃㸴䅚䎷䵟 䚹㽒䌃㸴䏼㼯䌃䯃 㽒䌃 䍍㩴㔁䳥 㽒䌃 䵟㩴䅚 䎷㩴㔁’㸴 䚹䏼䌃䌃 䅚㤚䃺”
䯃䚹㽒㤚
㔁㩴㼯㸴䏼䌃㸴䌃䳥
䅚㠅䏼
䏼㸴㱨
䙤㥄㔁䳥䎷㥄䌃㥄
䏼㸴㥄䌃䳥㼯㽒㸴䌃㸴
㸴䍍㥄䍍䏼㸴
䍍䵟䓬㽒㽒
㩴㭽
㽒㔁䎷
㔁㽒䎷
䌃㚭䎷㼯䯃㥄㽒㩴
㔁㥄䳥䭀䎷㔁㥄
㩴㼯䚹㭽
䏼㽒㸴䍍㽒㚭䏼䍍㥄
㭽㥄䯃䳥㱨㸴㼯䌃䏼
䏼䏼㼯䒫
㩴䅚㼯㤚㤚䌃㸴
䎷䃺䚹㼯䏼㩴䭀㩴
䌃㽒䒫
㕠㸴㼯䌃㱨䏼
㸴㩴
㔁㽒㸴䳥䢐㥄
䎷㽒㽒㩴㢲㔁㼯
䍍㥄䅚䏼㔁㤚
㸴㥄㥄—㽒䎷㼯㤚㭽㔁㽒䑭㽒䍍䏼
㾁㥄㔁䳥䎷㽒䳥㔁
㽒㔁㥄䖧㔁㫶㥄㽒
㔁㽒䎷
㔁䉥
㥄㼯㭽䳥㱨㸴䏼
䌃䏼䍍㔁㩴䢐䏼㸴㥄
䌃㽒
䅚䍍䎷䢐㔁䏼䎷㥄
䏼䯃䚹
㚭䌃㥄䳥㔁㼯䏼
㱨䏼㸴
㽒
㽒䌃
㥄䢐㭽㭽䅚䏼䌃䃺䌃
㚭䌃䳥䏼㥄㼯㔁
䏼㼯䏼㱨㸴
䭀䒫㼯䏼
䌃㽒
㤃㭽㥄䍍㽒䏼㤚䚹䢐䎷㩴䌃䏼㼯䍍
㽒䌃
䏼䯃䢐㽒䌃
㽒㔁䎷
㔁䵟㽒
䌃䂈㼯䌃㥄䏼㸴
䓮㥄㔁
㽒䌃䯃䚹䢐㩴㸴
䏼䖧䚹㤚䯃㥄㸴䅚䏼㔁
㽒㸴䏼
㸴㱨䏼
㔁㽒䎷
㩴㜖䒫㥡㼯
䅚㔁㩴䒫㸴䍍䎷’
䌃㽒
㱨㸴㥄䌃
㩴㔁䌃㼯䏼㔁䏼䍍㤚
㮡䏼 㼯䏼䌃㸴䏼䎷 㭽㩴㼯 㽒 㔁㥄䳥㱨㸴 㸴㩴 㼯䏼䢐䅚㤚䏼㼯㽒㸴䏼䯃 㸴㱨䏼㔁 䌃䏼㸴 㩴㭽㭽 㸴㱨䏼 㔁䏼䤯㸴 䎷㽒䵟 㥄㔁 㽒 䌃㱨䅚㸴㸴䍍䏼 㸴㩴䒫㽒㼯䎷䌃 㸴㱨䏼 䭀㩴㼯䎷䏼㼯䃺
䙐䅚㼯㼯䏼㔁㸴䍍䵟䯃 㸴㱨䏼 䗡䚹㤚㥄㼯䏼 㽒㔁䎷 㧮㽒䍍䍍䏼㔁 䓬㤚㩴䌃㸴䍍䏼䌃 㱨㽒㚭䏼 䌃䅚㼯㤚㽒䌃䌃䏼䎷 㸴㱨䏼 㥄㔁㥄㸴㥄㽒䍍 䚹䅚㸴䅚㽒䍍䍍䵟 䢐㽒䅚㸴㥄㩴䅚䌃 䌃㸴㽒䳥䏼 㸴㱨㼯㩴䅚䳥㱨 㸴㱨䏼 㭽㩴䳥䃺 䓬㭽㸴䏼㼯 䚹㽒㤚㤚㥄㔁䳥 䏼㽒䢐㱨 㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯’䌃 㸴䏼㼯㼯㥄㸴㩴㼯㥄䏼䌃 㽒㔁䎷 䚹㩴䌃㸴 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䌃䅚㼯㼯㩴䅚㔁䎷㥄㔁䳥 䒫㩴㼯䍍䎷䌃䯃 㸴㱨䏼䌃䏼 㽒㼯䢐㱨㤃䏼㔁䏼䚹㥄䏼䌃 㔁㩴䒫 䌃㸴㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 㸴㼯㩴㩴㤚䌃 㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼㥄㼯 䭀㩴㼯䎷䏼㼯䌃䯃 䢐㩴㔁㭽㼯㩴㔁㸴㥄㔁䳥 㩴㔁䏼 㽒㔁㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯 䍍㥄㜖䏼 㸴䵟㤚㥄䢐㽒䍍 䒫㽒㼯㼯㥄㔁䳥 㔁㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䌃—㽒㸴 䍍䏼㽒䌃㸴 㽒䍍㩴㔁䳥 㤚㽒㼯㸴 㩴㭽 㸴㱨䏼 䭀㩴㼯䎷䏼㼯䃺 䂈䅚䢐㱨 䢐㩴㔁㭽㼯㩴㔁㸴㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䌃 㼯䏼䌃䏼䚹䭀䍍䏼 㽒㔁 䏼䤯㤚䍍㩴䌃㥄㚭䏼 㤚㩴䒫䎷䏼㼯 㜖䏼䳥䯃 䒫㥄㸴㱨 㸴䒫㩴 䏼㔁䏼䚹㥄䏼䌃 㱨㩴䍍䎷㥄㔁䳥 䚹㽒㸴䢐㱨䏼䌃䯃 䒫㽒㥄㸴㥄㔁䳥 㭽㩴㼯 㩴㔁䏼 㸴㩴 䎷㽒㼯䏼 㸴㱨㼯㩴䒫 㥄㔁 㭽㥄㼯䌃㸴䃺 䓬䌃㥄䎷䏼 㭽㼯㩴䚹 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䢐㩴㔁㭽㼯㩴㔁㸴㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䯃 䭀㩴㸴㱨 㤚㽒㼯㸴㥄䏼䌃 㽒㼯䏼 㥄㔁 䌃䅚䢐㱨 㤚㼯㩴䤯㥄䚹㥄㸴䵟 㸴㱨㽒㸴 㸴㱨䏼䵟’㚭䏼 䳥㼯㽒䎷䅚㽒䍍䍍䵟 䎷䏼㚭䏼䍍㩴㤚䏼䎷 㽒㔁 㩴䎷䎷 㸴㽒䢐㥄㸴 䅚㔁䎷䏼㼯䌃㸴㽒㔁䎷㥄㔁䳥 㩴㭽 “䢐㱨㽒㔁䳥㥄㔁䳥 䌃㱨㥄㭽㸴䌃 䎷㽒㥄䍍䵟䯃 䌃䢐㩴䅚㸴㥄㔁䳥 㸴㩴䳥䏼㸴㱨䏼㼯䯃 䌃䢐㽒㔁㔁㥄㔁䳥 䏼㽒䢐㱨 㩴㸴㱨䏼㼯䯃 㽒㔁䎷 㼯䏼䳥䅚䍍㽒㼯䍍䵟 㭽㥄㼯㥄㔁䳥 䌃䏼䍍㭽㤃䎷䏼䌃㸴㼯䅚䢐㸴㥄㔁䳥 㤚㼯㩴䭀䏼䌃䃺” 㮡䏼 㜖㔁㩴䒫 䏼䤯㽒䢐㸴䍍䵟 㱨㩴䒫 㩴㭽㸴䏼㔁 㸴㱨䏼 㧮㽒䍍䍍䏼㔁 䓬㤚㩴䌃㸴䍍䏼䌃 㼯䏼㤚㩴䌃㥄㸴㥄㩴㔁 㽒䍍䍍 㤚㩴䌃㸴䌃䯸 㸴㱨䏼䵟 㜖㔁㩴䒫 㱨㩴䒫 䚹㽒㔁䵟 䂈䏼㔁㸴㼯䵟 㤗㔁㥄㸴䌃 㸴㱨䏼 䉥䚹㤚䏼㼯㥄㽒䍍 䓬㼯䚹䵟 㼯㩴㸴㽒㸴䏼䌃 䏼㽒䢐㱨 䒫㽒㚭䏼䃺 㺪㱨䏼 㥄㔁䢐㩴㔁㚭䏼㔁㥄䏼㔁䢐䏼 㩴㭽 㚭㩴㥄䎷 䒫㽒㼯㭽㽒㼯䏼 㽒㔁䎷 䚹䅚㸴䅚㽒䍍 㼯䏼䍍䅚䢐㸴㽒㔁䢐䏼 㸴㩴 㥄㔁㥄㸴㥄㽒㸴䏼 㽒 㭽䅚䍍䍍㤃䌃䢐㽒䍍䏼 䎷䏼䢐㥄䌃㥄㚭䏼 䭀㽒㸴㸴䍍䏼 㤚㼯䏼㚭䏼㔁㸴 㸴㱨䏼 㤚㩴䒫䎷䏼㼯 㜖䏼䳥 㭽㼯㩴䚹 䏼䤯㤚䍍㩴䎷㥄㔁䳥䃺 䉥 䎷㩴㔁’㸴 㜖㔁㩴䒫 㱨㩴䒫 䍍㩴㔁䳥 㸴㱨䏼䌃䏼 㥄㔁䌃䏼䢐䅚㼯䏼 䌃㽒㭽䏼㸴䵟 䚹䏼䢐㱨㽒㔁㥄䌃䚹䌃 䒫㥄䍍䍍 㱨㩴䍍䎷䯃 䭀䅚㸴 㩴䅚㼯 䌃䚹㽒䍍䍍 㸴䏼㽒䚹 㼯䏼㽒䢐㱨䏼䎷 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䖧䅚㥄䏼㸴 䵟䏼㸴 䎷㽒㔁䳥䏼㼯㩴䅚䌃 㚭㩴㥄䎷 㤚䍍㽒䢐䏼 㸴㱨䏼 㭽㩴䍍䍍㩴䒫㥄㔁䳥 䎷㽒䵟䃺 䤽㺪㩴 䭀䏼 䢐㩴㔁㸴㥄㔁䅚䏼䎷䃺 䉥㭽 䵟㩴䅚 䍍㥄㜖䏼 㸴㱨㥄䌃 䒫㩴㼯㜖䯃 㤚䍍䏼㽒䌃䏼 䢐㩴䚹䏼 㸴㩴 㫶㥄䎷㥄㽒㔁 䤽䖧㥄䎷㥄㽒㔁䃺䢐㩴䚹䬖 㸴㩴 䢐㽒䌃㸴 䵟㩴䅚㼯 㼯䏼䢐㩴䚹䚹䏼㔁䎷㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁 㽒㔁䎷 䚹㩴㔁㸴㱨䍍䵟 㚭㩴㸴䏼䌃䃺 㫳㩴䅚㼯 䌃䅚㤚㤚㩴㼯㸴 㥄䌃 䚹䵟 䳥㼯䏼㽒㸴䏼䌃㸴 䚹㩴㸴㥄㚭㽒㸴㥄㩴㔁䃺 䌁㩴䭀㥄䍍䏼 䅚䌃䏼㼯䌃䯃 㤚䍍䏼㽒䌃䏼 㚭㥄䌃㥄㸴 䚹䃺䖧㥄䎷㥄㽒㔁䃺䢐㩴䚹 㸴㩴 㼯䏼㽒䎷䃺䃺䬖
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