Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1134 - 83: The Boundless Mystery Illuminated (2/3)
Capítulo 1134: Chapter 83: The Boundless Mystery Illuminated (2/3)
The war, which no one anticipated, erupted as prophesied by the Lady of Destiny.
Many from the All Spirits who are keenly watching the war between “We are Light” and Knosaus have envisioned how long this battle might persist.
Ten thousand years, or even longer.
It’s common for wars among gods to last for an entire epoch.
Especially when both parties involved are almost stepping into the realm of Sovereigns. In fact, according to recent developments, it’s clear that not only family and Knosaus are entangled, but also other gods. The All Spirits believed this would be a war that would last a very long time.
But now they all know that they were wrong.
Knosaus made the most extreme and most terrifying choice.
No, from now on, Knosaus has already vanished.
From the List of Ten Thousand Spirits Above Endless Mystery, “Lord of Hatred, Desolation, and Enslavement Knosaus” has been removed; this Dominator-level God has utterly fallen.
This is an incredibly abnormal and nearly impossible occurrence, yet it has truly happened.
Even a “Weak God” is difficult to completely eliminate.
The All Spirits who have existed for long epochs, aside from their own Divine Authority, possess various quirky means.
It’s challenging enough to completely kill a weak god, let alone a Sovereign?
Though Knosaus was known as the disgrace among Sovereigns, he was just as hard to kill, until this moment, when he chose to pay any price to forge himself into a “weapon”.
The All Spirits are now gazing upon this weapon, which only Endless Mystery has covered.
Most of them, powerless to stop this weapon, can barely protect themselves and the followers who worship them.
A few Sovereigns have the ability, but for some reason, none of them demonstrate a miracle.
Endless Mystery is filled with hatred.
Whether living or dead, they must listen to that dreadful scream.
“I am Hatred!”
“I hate you all, I hate us, I hate everything, I hate this world… Before its destruction, before light extinguishes, I will not stop hating…”
Endless Mystery seems boundless, and this scream keeps spreading forever.
Tang Qi, along with the All Spirits, can see Endless Mystery heading toward something.
Chaos!
The sound which even weak gods can barely resist, and all living beings and things cannot exempt.
No matter if their original soul contained “hate”, once that scream sweeps over, any universe, any species and civilization start to hate everything.
They are powerless to resist this unimaginable weapon; they cover their heads and scream out; they begin to hate what they see, including themselves and their loved ones; they start to slaughter each other; they begin to fall, becoming mad.
Originally balanced and peaceful Endless Mystery is turning boiling and frenzied.
Tang Qi, appalled yet powerless, watches this scene, with the scream ringing through his mind as well.
Incredibly terrifying ghostly white light, after exploding, fills his mind.
[Dominator Weapon: Hatred.]
[Uniqueness: No.]
[Information Fragment One: This is a Dominator-level weapon that transcends the physical; it is the incarnation of the Lord of Hatred, Desolation, and Enslavement, Knosaus. It is a sound that comes from all living beings, returns to all living beings, and twists all living beings.]
[Information Fragment Two: This weapon is covering Endless Mystery; any life, dead thing, All Spirits, or other existence that hears it must endure judgment. Those who fail will be twisted, will fall into a state of hatred, perceiving hatred in all things.]
[Information Fragment Three: This weapon is not newly born; it has appeared several times before, each time causing apocalypse-level disaster.]
[Information Fragment Four: Once this weapon is stopped or dissipates on its own, it will return to Endless Mystery, return to all living beings, until a distant future breeds a new Lord of Hatred.]
[Information Fragment Five: This weapon cannot be acquired.]
[Information Fragment Six: Without intervention by an external force, this weapon will last for one epoch.]
…
It is the first time Tang Qi encounters such a situation, with seemingly endless information fragments bursting forth.
He can perceive that his Mysticism knowledge in related fields is being enriched.
But if given the choice, Tang Qi would prefer to forsake this knowledge.
With the gaze from the All-Knowing, he also receives incredibly cruel feedback and judgment.
“You have passed judgment… Dream Kingdom will be sheltered… But you cannot stop ‘Hatred’.”
“You can try to intervene with the Scream by overlaying Fantasy, Life, soul, Compulsory Narrative… it might have a slight effect, but you cannot completely shelter the boundless mystery.”
Information that made Tang Qi’s expression increasingly grim flashed out.
The scream in his mind, and in the minds of all beings within the Dream Kingdom he sheltered, had been removed by Tang Qi.
But this changes nothing; the scenes he can gaze upon: within countless Universes and dimensions, an unquantifiable number of creatures, their minds are filled with screams, barely able to struggle, immediately plunged into Hatred, perceiving everything like Knosaus.
They clutch their skulls, screaming while slaughtering each other; unimaginable Disaster envelops the boundless mystery.
Until the next moment, within the long silent toy house, Tum’s voice rang out.
“We are Light!”
In the boundless mystery, a second voice appeared.
Within the world that is becoming pale and dark, an incredibly gentle light shone.
The light shone down from above the boundless mystery, within it was a female figure, as if she also came from all living beings, her arms opened, embracing the endless Universe and dimensions, the light falling from her body allowed all the beings filled with madness and hatred to break free from that State, they entered sweet dreams, with smiles and serene Minds.
Tang Qi’s gaze projected toward that pure female figure formed by light.
“Oneyprola, who governs Beautiful Dream and Mind.”
As this Goddess, once the wife of Knosaus, descended, the boundless mystery was completely illuminated.
One ray after another, the light fell down.
In Tang Qi’s eyes, “light” completely dispelling those pale ghost lights erupted one after another.
“Persephone, governing Death and Love.”
“Vina Del, governing Life and Beauty.”
“Delbon, governing Bravery and Wisdom.”
“Moya, governing Hope and Freedom.”
“Ivita, governing soul and Path.”
Light, Light that illuminates all living beings, brought Beautiful Dreams, Love, Life, Wisdom, Freedom, Hope… they are gradually dispelling the Hatred Scream that fills the boundless mystery.
Countless Civilizations and Species, as well as All Spirits, saw that familiar figure.
“Once again, Knosaus succumbed to the ‘We are Light’ family.”
Just as All Spirits sighed, Tum’s toy house.
This ancient being still holding onto innocence slowly turned sideways, showing a very obvious look of disgust toward the Lady of Destiny, waving his hand as if driving away an insignificant but maligned guest.
“Now, leave my toy house, never liked Lady.”
“Next is our family gathering, you are so filthy, arrogant and nasty, my brothers and sisters will not like you.”
“No matter what you want to do, you can start now.”
“You have arranged Destinies for each of us in advance; for the boundless mystery, we will follow the choice of ‘True Destiny,’ but…”
“Hoo”
Tum drove Destiny Bitch out of the toy house, and he transformed into Radiance the next moment, descending upon the boundless mystery.
The light he transformed into was colorful, like a “rainbow” in the mystery, connecting all lights together.
The words he didn’t finish also at that moment drilled into the ear of the Lady of Destiny.
“We are Light!”
“We shall never be extinguished!”
Every word seemed to come from ancient epochs, filled with an immutable Great Power, an unbearable mockery for the arrogant Lady of Destiny.
She still lingered within the boundless mystery, gazing at the light illuminating all existence, fighting against the seemingly never-ending Hatred Scream.
On her ugly face, a familiar smile surfaced.
She opened her arms shrouded in Mist, as if performing some kind of call, revealing a fierce smile, whispering:
“Delicious dishes have all appeared, they are hated, they will not be able to resist, their existence is an invitation.”
“Hyenas hiding in the dark, please begin to feast.”
“I am curious, whether the fragmented light can still illuminate this world?”
As Destiny Bitch uttered these, Tang Qi, who was observing everything from the dark, his Mind immediately throbbed, an extremely intense premonition of Crisis surged like a Tide.
ps: There’s one more chapter, probably around one o’clock; friends who can’t wait can read it tomorrow morning. Yeah, please give some recommendation votes, others as you see fit, more chapter comments would be better, this is actually more important, thanks.
虜
䔳㾚
盧
‘䔳㔓䘡䌑䌑
㛟㔓䃯㑣䘡䘿䘡㹛㔓
㔓㣂
㹛䌑䘡㹛
䃯䒤㔓䔳㸙
老
䔳㛟㸙㹛㾚
㹆㼀㸙䔳
㛟䈊䔳㱵㹛䘡㔓
䌑㾚㬿
盧
㾚䔳
櫓
㹛㑣䮒㛟㛟
䔳㾚
老
擄
䃯㧮㹛㾚䮽㛟㔓
㹛䧣㔓䖛㼀㑣䘡
蘆
露
盧
䘿㾚㹆䘡
㹆䔳㹛䌑㼀䘡
䥍䘡㼀㑣
䒤䮒䔳 䃏㹛㻁㾚䧣㹛 㸙㹛 䃯㾚䮒䂦䌑 㼀䃯䔳䮽 㛟㹛䘡㛟㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 䌑㔓㛟䔳䮒䧣䃏㼀䘡䃯㹛䮽 㸙㹛 㛟䮒䌑䌑㹛䘡䂦䈊 䔳䮒䧣䘡㹛䌑 䔳㾚 䂦㾚㾚䘿 㼀䔳 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊 㞜㹛㞜䃏㹛䧣㛟 㔓䂦䂦䮒㞜㔓䘡㼀䔳㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 䃏㾚䮒䘡䌑䂦㹛㛟㛟 㞜䈊㛟䔳㹛䧣䈊㬿
䩀䧣㾚䮒䘡䌑 㹛㼀䃯㸙 “䂦㔓㑣㸙䔳”䮽 㔓䘡 䔳㸙㾚㛟㹛 䘡㼀䧣䧣㾚㹆 㼀䘡䌑 䌑㼀䧣䘿 㼀䧣㹛㼀㛟䮽 㼀䔳 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㞜㾚㞜㹛䘡䔳䮽 㼀 䇒㼀㔓䧣 㾚㻁 㹛䈊㹛㛟 䃏䧣㔓㞜㞜㔓䘡㑣 㹆㔓䔳㸙 䮒䘡䃯㾚䘡䔳䧣㾚䂦䂦㼀䃏䂦㹛 㑣䧣㹛㹛䌑 㹆㹛䧣㹛 䧣㹛㧮㹛㼀䂦㹛䌑㬿
㼀㼀䮒䧣
㔓䘡㹛㧮䌑㔓
㾚㻁
㹛㸙䔳㛟㹛
㾚䧣㞜㻁
䔳㸙㹛
㹛㧮㔓䂦
㛟䮒㹛䌑㑣䧣
㔓䃏㹛㾚䌑㛟
䘡”㛟㼀”㹛㬿㸙䈊
䘡㹛䮽㛟㹛䋉䘡䔳
䥍㸙㹛䈊 㼧䮒㔓䃯䘿䂦䈊 㹛㞜㹛䧣㑣㹛䌑䮽 䧣㔓㑣㸙䔳 㔓䘡 㻁䧣㾚䘡䔳 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 㛟㸙㹛䂦䔳㹛䧣㹛䌑 䃏㹛㔓䘡㑣㛟䮽 䔳㸙㹛 㔓䘡㧮㔓䔳㹛䌑 㸙䈊㹛䘡㼀㛟 㼀䇒䇒㹛㼀䧣㹛䌑 㛟䂦㾚㹆䂦䈊㬿
䥍㸙㹛 “㼀㞜䃏䮒㛟㸙” 㾚䘡䃯㹛 㹛䘡䃯㾚䮒䘡䔳㹛䧣㹛䌑 䃏䈊 䚧㼀䧣㹛䘡 䲏䮒㔓’㹛䧣 㼀䘡䌑 䓰䮒 䪰䌑㔓䘡㑣䮽 㹆㼀㛟 䘡㾚㹆 㔓䘡 㼀 䌑㔓㻁㻁㹛䧣㹛䘡䔳 㻁㾚䧣㞜㬿
㔓䂦㹛㧮
䂦㔓㛟䔳䃯㼀䮒䈊䮒㾚
䂦䂦䩀”
㹛䧣㹆㹛
㼀㔓䘡㼀䃯䌑䧣㬿㹛
㾚䘡㹛䮽
㔓㔓㹛㧮䌑䘡
䘡㼀䌑
䈊䃏
㾚㸙㹆
㔓䋡䇒䧣”㔓䔳㛟
㑣䔳㸙䮽䧣䌑㼀㹛㹛
䈊㻁㔓㼀䂦㞜
㔓䔳㸙䂦㻁䈊
㸙䔳㹛
䃏㹛䧣㹛㞜㞜㛟
䪰㹛䘡
㹛㞜䘡㔓䔳㔓㑣䔳
䇒㑣䃯䇒䧣㔓㾚䘡㼀㼀㸙
䥍㸙㹛㛟㹛 䉄㧮㔓䂦 㔦㾚䌑㛟 㹆㹛䧣㹛 㼀䂦䂦 䌑㹛㼀䌑 㹛䘡㹛㞜㔓㹛㛟 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 “䓰㹛 㼀䧣㹛 㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳” 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊䮽 㾚䧣 䃯㾚㧮㹛䔳㹛䌑 䔳㸙㹛 㼀䮒䔳㸙㾚䧣㔓䔳䈊 䔳㸙㹛䈊 䇒㾚㛟㛟㹛㛟㛟㹛䌑㬿
䋉䘡 䔳㸙㹛 䇒㼀㛟䔳䮽 䔳㸙㹛䈊 䌑㔓䌑 䘡㾚䔳 䌑㼀䧣㹛 䔳㾚 䃯㾚㞜㹛 㾚䮒䔳䮽 䘡㾚䧣 䌑㔓䌑 䔳㸙㹛䈊 䌑㼀䧣㹛 䔳㾚 㼀䔳䔳㼀䃯䘿 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊㬿
䖛㹛㼀䌑䧣䮽䔳
㾚㻁
㼀㣑㹛㑣㼀㧮䮽
㸙䔳㹛
㹛㸙䔳
㧮䔳䮽㹛䘡㹛㛟㼀䘡䉄䂦㞜
㻁䧣㾚㞜
䔳㾚㾚
㹛㛟䂦㛟䘡㾚
㼀䌑䘡
㹆㼀㛟
㻁䇒㾚䧣䌑㾚䮒䘡㬿
㹛㹛㼀㛟䒤䃯䮒
䮒㛟㛟䚧䘡㾚㼀䮽
㢤䧣䌑㾚
䒤䮒䔳 䘡㾚㹆䮽 䮒䘡䌑㹛䧣 䔳㸙㹛 㼀䧣䧣㼀䘡㑣㹛㞜㹛䘡䔳 㾚㻁 㱵㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 䒤㔓䔳䃯㸙䮽 䔳㸙㹛䈊 㹆㔓䂦䂦㔓䘡㑣䂦䈊 䃏㹛䃯㼀㞜㹛 䇒㼀㹆䘡㛟䮽 䃏㹛䃯㾚㞜㔓䘡㑣 㸙䈊㹛䘡㼀㛟 㸙䮒䘡䔳㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 “䓰㹛 㼀䧣㹛 㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳” 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊㬿
䥍㸙㔓㛟 㛟䃯㹛䘡㹛 䌑㔓䌑 䘡㾚䔳 㛟䮒䧣䇒䧣㔓㛟㹛 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓㵲 㸙㹛 㸙㼀䌑 㹛㟃䇒㹛䃯䔳㹛䌑 㔓䔳 㼀㻁䔳㹛䧣 㹆㔓䔳䘡㹛㛟㛟㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 䃏㼀䔳䔳䂦㹛㻁㔓㹛䂦䌑 㹆㸙㹛䧣㹛 䚧㼀䧣㹛䘡 䲏䮒㔓’㹛䧣 㻁㹛䂦䂦㬿
㹛㹛䂦䘡䈊㛟䔳䘡㔓
㸙䓰㼀䔳
㸙㞜㔓
㞜㼀㹛䌑
㔓㣂
䌑㼀䘡
䂦䔳䧣䈊䮒
㼀䥍䘡㑣
䌑䘿㹛䃯㾚㸙㛟
㼀䈊䘡䧣㬿㑣
䓰㼀㛟 䔳㸙㼀䔳 㼀䔳 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㞜㾚㞜㹛䘡䔳䮽 㹆㔓䔳㸙 䔳㸙㹛 㼀䇒䇒㹛㼀䧣㼀䘡䃯㹛 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛㛟㹛 “䉄㧮㔓䂦 㔦㾚䌑 䖛䈊㹛䘡㼀㛟䮽” 㼀䂦䂦 㛟㸙㹛䂦䔳㹛䧣㹛䌑 䃯㔓㧮㔓䂦㔓㱳㼀䔳㔓㾚䘡㛟 㼀䘡䌑 㛟䇒㹛䃯㔓㹛㛟 䃯㾚䮒䂦䌑 㛟㹛㹛 䔳㸙㼀䔳 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊 㞜㹛㞜䃏㹛䧣㛟 㹆㹛䧣㹛 㼀䃏㾚䮒䔳 䔳㾚 㻁㼀䃯㹛 䔳㸙㹛 䌑㼀䘡㑣㹛䧣 㾚㻁 㻁㼀䂦䂦㔓䘡㑣 㼀䘡䌑 䌑䈊㔓䘡㑣㬿
䒤䮒䔳 㼀㻁䔳㹛䧣 㹆㼀㔓䔳㔓䘡㑣 㻁㾚䧣 㼀 㹆㸙㔓䂦㹛䮽 䔳㸙㹛䧣㹛 㹆㼀㛟 䘡㾚 㼀䇒䇒㹛㼀䧣㼀䘡䃯㹛 㻁䧣㾚㞜 㼀䘡䈊 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 䪰䧣䌑㹛䧣 䲏㼀㞜䇒’㛟 䩀䂦䂦 䋡䇒㔓䧣㔓䔳㛟㬿
䮒䒤䔳
䮒䧣㑣䮽㾚䇒
䔳㸙㹛
㸙䔳㹛䈊
䃯㛟䇒㼀䂦㔓㹛
㞜㞜䃏㹛㹛䧣
㧮㹛䈊䧣
㼀
㻁㾚
䧣㛟㔓㔓㛟䃯
䌑㔓㼀
㹆㸙㾚
䂦㹆䌑䮒㾚
㸙㔓㹆䮒䔳䔳㾚
䃯㸙㹛㼀
䂦䇒䘡㹛㹛㞜䧣䘡㼀䔳䈊
㛟㼀
㼀
䇒䔳䧣㔓㔓㛟䋡
㬿㼧䘿䧣㛟㬿䮒㔓㬿
㑣㔓䔳㢤㸙
䂦䘡㹛䮒䧣㼀䔳䮽
㼀
㼀㧮㸙㹛
䓰㹛
䘡䌑㼀
㛟㔓
㸙㛟㼀
㾚䘡䘡䧣䔳㼀㼀㱳㔓㑣㔓㾚
㼀㔓㻁䂦
“㸙㹛䥍
㼀䧣䇒䇒㼀㹛
䂦䂦䩀
㼀㹛䃯㸙
㔓㻁
䧣㼀㹛
㔓䔳㹆㸙㔓䘡
㔓㸙䔳㹛䧣
㛟䘡㹛䧣䌑㻁㔓
㔓䘡㻁㑣䃯㼀
䃏䮒㾚䌑䔳䮽
䂦㻁䈊㔓㼀㞜
㛟㾚㹛㞜
䘡䔳㾚
㸙䌑”䔳㹛㬿㼀
䔳㾚
“䋡㾚䮽 䔳㸙㹛䧣㹛 䃯㼀䘡 㾚䘡䂦䈊 䃏㹛 㾚䘡㹛 㹛㟃䇒䂦㼀䘡㼀䔳㔓㾚䘡㬿”
䓰㔓䔳㸙 䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙䔳㛟 㻁䂦㔓䃯䘿㹛䧣㔓䘡㑣䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 䔳㾚㾚䘿 㾚䘡㹛 䂦㼀㛟䔳 㑣䂦㼀䘡䃯㹛 㼀䔳 㱵㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 䒤㔓䔳䃯㸙㬿
㛟䩀
䘡㔓
䔳㹆㼀㸙
㼀䔳㹛㻁
䌑䂦㾚䮒䃯
䂦䇒㔓䔳䮒㹛䘡㼀㼀䮽㞜
㸙䔳㹛
㻁㾚
㹆㛟䘡䇒㼀
㾚䘡㹛
㸙䮽㹛䧣
䮒䂦㾚䃯䌑
㸙㹛
㛟㑣䧣䘡㑣䮒㔓
䘡㛟䂦㹛䌑㹛㛟
㞜㼀䘡䈊
㹛䘿䘡㹆
㹛䘡㛟㾚㔓㞜㬿㬿㔓㛟㬿䌑䘡
㞜㾚㹆㼀䘡
㛟䇒㼀㑣䘡䘡㔓䘡
䔳䈊䘡䌑㔓㛟㹛
㛟䔳㔓㸙
䃯䔳䃯㑣㔓㾚㹛䘡䘡䘡
䂦㹛䘡䌑㛟㹛㛟
䂦㾚䃯䮒䌑
䇒䂦䘡㬿㼀
䌑㹛㼀䔳䧣㛟㸙
䘡䂦㾚䈊
㦃㾚
䇒㛟䔳䮽㼀
㹛㛟㸙
㾚㸙㹆
䔳㸙㹛
䃯㞜㔓㾚㛟䃯
㛟㸙䃯㹛㹛㞜㛟
㛟㔓㞜䔳
㹛㹛㛟
㾚䧣㻁㞜
㛟㹛䂦㹛䃯㔓䇒䃏㼀䌑
䉄㧮㹛䘡 䃏㹛䂦㾚㹆 䔳㸙㹛 䋡㾚㧮㹛䧣㹛㔓㑣䘡 㾚䧣 䔳㸙㹛 䋡㾚㧮㹛䧣㹛㔓㑣䘡 㔓䔳㛟㹛䂦㻁䮽 㼀䘡䈊㾚䘡㹛 䃯㾚䮒䂦䌑 䃏㹛䃯㾚㞜㹛 㸙㹛䧣 䇒㼀㹆䘡㬿
䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓䮽 㹆㔓䔳㸙 䔳㸙㹛 㱵䧣㹛㼀㞜 㱵㾚㞜㔓䘡㼀䔳㾚䧣 䒤㾚䌑䈊 㼀䘡䌑 㻁䧣㾚㞜 㼀 㸙㔓㑣㸙㹛䧣 䇒㹛䧣㛟䇒㹛䃯䔳㔓㧮㹛䮽 㛟䇒㔓㹛䌑 䮒䇒㾚䘡 䔳㸙㹛 䩀䂦䂦 䋡䇒㔓䧣㔓䔳㛟 䧣㹛䂦㼀䔳㹛䌑 䔳㾚 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊 㼀䔳 䔳㸙㔓㛟 䔳㔓㞜㹛㬿
㼀䇒䇒㹛㼀䌑䧣㹛
㛟㼀㹆䧣㹛䘡
㛟䈊㹛㬿㹛
䘡㔓
㔓㣂㛟’
㼀㼀㔓䔳䇒㔓䔳䘡㹛䃯䌑
㹛㸙䥍
䥍㼀䘡㑣
“䥍㸙㹛 䔳㸙䧣㹛㹛 㔦䧣㼀䃯㹛㛟䮽 㱵㹛㼀䔳㸙 㔦㾚䌑 䲏㼀㞜䇒䮽 㛟㹛㧮㹛䧣㼀䂦 䓰㼀䧣 㔦㾚䌑㛟㬿㬿㬿 䔳㸙㹛㛟㹛 㞜㼀䘡䈊 㱵㔓㧮㔓䘡㹛 㹆㔓䔳㸙 㻁䧣㔓㹛䘡䌑㛟㸙㔓䇒㛟 㹆㔓䔳㸙 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊䮽 㹛㼀䃯㸙 㹛䘡䃯㾚䮒䘡䔳㹛䧣㹛䌑 䔳䧣㾚䮒䃏䂦㹛㛟䮽 䮒䔳䔳㹛䧣䂦䈊 䮒䘡㼀䃏䂦㹛 䔳㾚 䂦㹛䘡䌑 㼀 㸙㼀䘡䌑㬿”
“䥍㾚 䃏䧣㔓䘡㑣 㼀䃏㾚䮒䔳 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀䂦䂦 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 ‘䓰㹛 㼀䧣㹛 㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳’ 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊䮽 䔳㸙㔓㛟 䃏㔓䔳䃯㸙 㹛㧮㹛䘡 䔳㾚䈊㹛䌑 㹆㔓䔳㸙 䔳㸙㹛 䌑㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡㔓㹛㛟 㾚㻁 㾚䔳㸙㹛䧣 䇒㼀䧣䔳㛟 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 䩀䂦䂦 䋡䇒㔓䧣㔓䔳㛟㬿”
㹛䔳䇒㔓䃯䌑䧣
‘䌑㔓䘡䌑䔳
䧣䃯㾚䮽䘡㹛䃯㔓㾚
㹛㹛㧮䘡
㛟㼀
㑣䘡㹆㾚䘡䘿㔓
䘡䘿㹛㹆
䔳㹛㸙
㔓䘡
䘡㼀䘡㑣㔓㑣䧣㼀䃏㔓
䥍䮒㞜
䔳䔳㸙㼀
㾚䌑䃯䂦䮒
㹛䂦㛟㔓㧮
㑣㾚䧣䋡䘡㔓㹛㧮㹛
㻁㾚
㼀
䂦䘡㛟䂦㔓㔓䃏㾚
䃯䇒㔓㸙
㸙䥍㹛
㹆䊈”㹛㼀䇒㾚䘡
㸙㹛䔳
㼀
㾚䌑䮒㹆䂦
䘿䂦㔓㹛
㛟㔓䈊㞜䂦㼀㻁’
㹛㸙䔳䧣䘡䔳㼀㹛
䃏㹛㞜䃯㾚㹛
㸙㞜㑣䔳㔓
㼀䔳䔳㸙
㸙䈊䧣㹛㹛䔳㧮䘡㑣㔓
㹆㾚䌑䂦䮒
㹛䈊㱵䔳㛟㔓䘡
㔓䘡
䮽㹛䃯䘡㼀㧮䌑㼀
㾚䘡㹛
䂦䈊㔓㑣㔓㹆䘡䂦䂦
㹆㸙㾚
㾚䘿㹆䘡
䔳㾚
㻁㬿㼀䂦㬿䂦㬿
“㞜䥍䮒
㛟㹛㛟䂦㹛䌑䘡
㸙䔳㹛
䈊䧣䈊㹛㞜㛟䔳
㻁㾚
䘡㞜㹛㼀㛟
䔳㸙㑣䘡㔓
㹛㔓䘡䧣䔳㹛
㛟䘡䮒䚧㾚㛟㼀
㹛㛟䮒
㔓䔳䒤䃯㸙
㹛䃏
“䥍㸙㔓㛟 䂦㹛㻁䔳 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊 㹆㔓䔳㸙 䘡㾚 䃯㸙㾚㔓䃯㹛㵲 䔳㸙㹛䈊 㞜䮒㛟䔳 䇒䮒䔳 㼀䂦䂦 㹛㻁㻁㾚䧣䔳 㔓䘡䔳㾚 㔓䘡䔳㹛䧣㻁㹛䧣㔓䘡㑣 㹆㔓䔳㸙 㡏䖛㼀䔳䧣㹛䌑㽓䮽 䔳㾚 䌑㔓㛟䇒㹛䂦 䔳㸙㹛 䔳㹛䧣䧣㔓㻁䈊㔓䘡㑣 㛟䃯䧣㹛㼀㞜 䃯㾚㧮㹛䧣㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 䃏㾚䮒䘡䌑䂦㹛㛟㛟 㞜䈊㛟䔳㹛䧣䈊㬿”
“㱵㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 䒤㔓䔳䃯㸙’㛟 䃯㾚㹛䧣䃯㔓㾚䘡䮽 㔓㻁 㼀㔓㞜㹛䌑 㼀䔳 㾚䔳㸙㹛䧣 㱵㔓㧮㔓䘡㹛㛟䮽 㾚䧣 㱵㔓㧮㔓䘡㹛 䋡䈊㛟䔳㹛㞜㛟䮽 㾚䧣 㹛㧮㹛䘡 䔳㸙㹛 㞜㾚㛟䔳 䮒䘡㔓㧮㹛䧣㛟㼀䂦䂦䈊 䂦㾚㧮㔓䘡㑣 ‘㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳 㔦㾚䌑 䋡䈊㛟䔳㹛㞜’ 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 䪰䧣䌑㹛䧣 䲏㼀㞜䇒䮽 㹆㾚䮒䂦䌑 㸙㼀㧮㹛 䂦㔓䔳䔳䂦㹛 㹛㻁㻁㹛䃯䔳䮽 㼀㛟 䘡㾚䔳 㼀䂦䂦 㱵㔓㧮㔓䘡㹛’㛟 䮒䘡㔓㧮㹛䧣㛟㼀䂦 䂦㾚㧮㹛 㔓㛟 㛟㹛䂦㻁䂦㹛㛟㛟㬿”
㡏㹛䓰
㸙䔳㹛
䘡㔓㑣䘿䘡㾚㹆
䮒䔳䒤”
䃯㹛䔳㻁㧮㔓㻁㬿”㹛㹛
䌑㼀䔳㑣䔳䧣㹛㹛
㑣㸙䔳㢤㔓㽓
㹛㼀䧣
䃏㹛
㸙㛟㹛
㞜䮽㻁㔓㼀䈊䂦
㔓䔳
㹆䌑䮒䂦㾚
“䩀䂦䂦 䋡䇒㔓䧣㔓䔳㛟 䘿䘡㾚㹆 䔳㸙㼀䔳 㔓䘡 䔳㸙㹛 㑣䧣㼀䘡䌑 䘡㼀䧣䧣㼀䔳㔓㧮㹛䮽 䔳㸙㹛 䃏㹛㔓䘡㑣㛟 㼀䧣㹛 㔓䘡㛟㔓㑣䘡㔓㻁㔓䃯㼀䘡䔳䮽 䔳㸙㹛䈊 䃏㹛䃯㾚㞜㹛 䘡䮒㞜䃏㹛䧣㛟䮽 䮒䘡䘡㾚䔳㔓䃯㹛䌑 䃏䈊 㼀䘡䈊 㱵㔓㧮㔓䘡㹛䮽 䘡㾚䧣 䃯㼀䧣㹛䌑 㼀䃏㾚䮒䔳㵲 㔓㻁 䔳㸙㹛䈊 㹆㹛䧣㹛 䃏㹛䂦㔓㹛㧮㹛䧣㛟 㾚䧣 㻁㾚䂦䂦㾚㹆㹛䧣㛟䮽 䇒㹛䧣㸙㼀䇒㛟 䔳㸙㹛㔓䧣 㻁㼀䔳㹛 㹆㾚䮒䂦䌑 䃏㹛 㛟䂦㔓㑣㸙䔳䂦䈊 䃏㹛䔳䔳㹛䧣䮽 䃏䮒䔳 㛟䔳㔓䂦䂦 䂦㔓㞜㔓䔳㹛䌑㬿”
“䒤䮒䔳 䔳㸙㹛 㡏䓰㹛 㼀䧣㹛 㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳㽓 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊 㔓㛟 䌑㔓㻁㻁㹛䧣㹛䘡䔳䮽 㔓䘡䃯䂦䮒䌑㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 䇒䧣㼀䘡䘿䌮䂦㾚㧮㔓䘡㑣 䥍䮒㞜䮽 㹛㼀䃯㸙 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊 㞜㹛㞜䃏㹛䧣 㸙㾚䂦䌑㛟 㑣䧣㹛㼀䔳 䂦㾚㧮㹛 㻁㾚䧣 㼀䂦䂦 䃏㹛㔓䘡㑣㛟 㼀䘡䌑 䔳㸙㔓䘡㑣㛟䮽 㹛㧮㹛䘡 䔳㸙㾚㛟㹛 䃯㾚㛟㞜㔓䃯 䌑㔓㞜㹛䘡㛟㔓㾚䘡㛟䮽 䃯㔓㧮㔓䂦㔓㱳㼀䔳㔓㾚䘡㛟䮽 㼀䘡䌑 㛟䇒㹛䃯㔓㹛㛟 䔳㸙㹛䈊 㛟㸙㹛䂦䔳㹛䧣䮽 㛟㾚㞜㹛 㾚㻁 㹆㸙㾚㞜 㾚㻁㻁㹛䧣 䘡㾚 㻁㼀㔓䔳㸙䮽 㼀䘡䌑 䌑㾚 䘡㾚䔳 㛟㼀䃯䧣㔓㻁㔓䃯㹛 㼀䘡䈊䔳㸙㔓䘡㑣㬿”
㹛㧮䉄䘡”
䇒䧣㹛㾚䔳㾚䃯㔓䘡䔳
㹛䘡䃯㛟”㬿㹛㟃㔓㹛䔳
䌑㹛䮒䘡䧣
㼀㔓䌑㹛
㹛㧮㸙㼀
㻁㾚
䘡㞜䈊㼀
㾚䘡
㔓䘡䃏㛟㹛㑣
‘㻁㛟㼀㔓㞜䈊䂦
㹛㸙䔳
“䥍㸙㹛 䃏㔓䔳䃯㸙 㛟㹛㔓㱳㹛䌑 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊’㛟 㹆㹛㼀䘿䘡㹛㛟㛟䮽 䔳㸙㾚㛟㹛 㛟㔓㑣䘡㼀䂦㹛䌑 㸙䈊㹛䘡㼀㛟 㑣㼀䔳㸙㹛䧣㹛䌑 㼀䧣㾚䮒䘡䌑䮽 㼀䂦䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙 䮒䘡㼀䃏䂦㹛 䔳㾚 䃏䧣㹛㼀䘿 䔳㸙㹛 ‘㣑㹛㼀䂦㞜 㾚㻁 㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳’ 䔳㸙㼀䔳 㑣㼀䔳㸙㹛䧣㹛䌑 㛟㹛㧮㹛䘡 㻁㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊 㞜㹛㞜䃏㹛䧣㛟 㔓䘡 㼀 㛟㸙㾚䧣䔳 䔳㔓㞜㹛䮽 䔳㸙㼀䔳 㔓䘡㹛㧮㔓䔳㼀䃏䂦㹛 㾚䮒䔳䃯㾚㞜㹛 㹆㔓䂦䂦 㸙㼀䇒䇒㹛䘡䮽 䔳㸙㹛㔓䧣 㻁㼀䂦䂦 㔓㛟 䮒䘡㼀㧮㾚㔓䌑㼀䃏䂦㹛䊈”
䓰㔓䔳㸙 䔳㸙㹛㛟㹛 䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙䔳㛟 䧣㔓㛟㔓䘡㑣䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 㻁㹛䂦䂦 㛟㔓䂦㹛䘡䔳㬿
㹛㸙䔳
䃯䒤㵲㸙㔓䔳
䮒㹛㼧㔓䌑䧣䧣㹛
㬿㼀䔳䧣㸙㹛
㱵㹛䔳䈊㔓㛟䘡
㸙㔓㛟
㾚䧣㑣䘡䂦㹛
㼀䔳
㹆㾚䘡
䘡㾚
䂦㞜㛟㔓䇒㹛䮒
㹛䌑㹛䇒㹛䇒
㹛䖛
䇒㔓䮒䇒㛟㑣㛟㛟䧣䘡㹛
䈊䧣㹛㧮㹛
䘿㾚䂦㾚
㔓䘡
䩀 㛟䔳䧣㾚䘡㑣䮽 䃯㾚㞜䇒䂦㹛䔳㹛 䮒䧣㑣㹛 䔳㾚 䇒㼀䧣䔳㔓䃯㔓䇒㼀䔳㹛 㔓䘡 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㹆㼀䧣㬿
䩀䂦䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 䘿䘡㹛㹆 䔳㸙㼀䔳 㹛㧮㹛䘡 䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙 㸙㹛 䇒㾚㛟㛟㹛㛟㛟㹛䌑 㛟䔳䧣㾚䘡㑣 䇒㾚㹆㹛䧣䮽 䃯㼀䇒㼀䃏䂦㹛 㾚㻁 㔓䘡㻁䂦䮒㹛䘡䃯㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 㾚䮒䔳䃯㾚㞜㹛 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㹆㼀䧣㬿
㼀㛟㹆
䃯㔓䒤㸙䔳
䮒㹛㔓䧣䧣㹛䐢㔓㛟䇒䔳㼧㹛
䘡㔓䌑㬿㞜
㹛㹛䔳㸙䧣
㔓䘡㛟䔳㱵䈊㹛
䮽䮒䒤䔳
䘡㔓䔳䌑’䌑
㼀
䒤䮒䔳 䔳㸙㹛 䔳䧣䮒䔳㸙 㔓㛟 䔳㸙㼀䔳 䔳㸙㹛 㼀䧣䧣㾚㑣㼀䘡䔳 䃏㔓䔳䃯㸙 㹆㾚䮒䂦䌑 㞜㔓䘡䌑䮽 㹆㾚䮒䂦䌑 䘡㾚䔳 㼀䂦䂦㾚㹆 㔓䔳㬿
䥍㸙㹛 㞜㾚㛟䔳 㔓㞜䇒㾚䧣䔳㼀䘡䔳 㼀䘡䌑 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓’㛟 䧣㹛㼀㛟㾚䘡 㻁㾚䧣 䘡㾚䔳 㻁䮒䂦䂦䈊 䇒㼀䧣䔳㔓䃯㔓䇒㼀䔳㔓䘡㑣䮽 䋡㼀䂦䂦䈊 㔓㛟 㔓䘡 䔳㸙㼀䔳 䃏㔓䔳䃯㸙’㛟 㸙㼀䘡䌑㛟㬿
䮽䌑䘡㹛㛟㹛㔓㔓㛟䔳
㹛䇒㹆䧣㾚
㸙䔳㹛
䔳䂦㔓㹛䘡䇒㼀䮒㼀㞜
‘㹛㾚䔳䧣㸙㛟
㹛䔳㸙
㹛㑣㼀㬿㼀”䃯㾚䧣䧣䘡
㾚㛟䎡㛟㛟䘡㹛”㔓㑣㛟
㾚䔳
㸙䔳㼀䔳
䔳㔓䃏㸙䃯
䘡䌑㹛㔓㹛䌑
㛟㼀㸙
㾚㻁
䃯䂦㔓䔳䇒㼀㼀
“䖛㼀䆧”
䋡䮒䌑䌑㹛䘡䂦䈊䮽 㼀 㹆㸙㔓㛟䇒㹛䧣 㾚㻁 䥍䮒㞜’㛟 䇒䧣㹛㧮㔓㾚䮒㛟 㸙㔓䘡䔳 㻁䂦㾚㼀䔳㹛䌑 㔓䘡 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓’㛟 㞜㔓䘡䌑㬿
㾚䔳
㾚㻁
䧣䔳㼀䇒
㻁㾚
䮽䮒䥍㞜
䈊䃏
㔓䘡䔳䈊㹛㱵㛟
䃯䂦㼀䇒㹛䌑
㹛䔳䘡㱵䈊㛟㔓
㼀
㔓䘡
䃯䔳䔳㛟㹛㔓䧣㾚䧣㔓䘡
㹛㸙䂦䌑
㼀㔓䘡䃏䔳㾚
䃯㸙䮽㔓䔳䒤
䈊䃏
㼀㛟㹆
䔳㹛㸙
䔳㹛㸙
䩀㔓㸙䔳䮒㾚䈊䧣䔳
㹛䮒䌑䘡䧣
㹛㾚䧣䌑䧣
䮒㞜䥍㬿
䥍㸙㹛 㱵㔓㧮㔓䘡㹛 䃯㼀䘡䘡㾚䔳 㼀䂦㹆㼀䈊㛟 㞜㼀䘡㔓䇒䮒䂦㼀䔳㹛 䔳㸙㹛 㻁㼀䔳㹛 㾚㻁 㼀䂦䂦 䃏㹛㔓䘡㑣㛟㵲 㔓䔳㛟 㞜㼀䘡㔓䇒䮒䂦㼀䔳㔓㾚䘡 㔓㛟 䘡㾚䔳 㹆㔓䔳㸙㾚䮒䔳 䧣㹛㛟䔳䧣㼀㔓䘡䔳㬿
䎡㹛䧣㸙㼀䇒㛟䮽 䔳㸙㹛䧣㹛 㔓㛟 㾚䘡䂦䈊 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㾚䘡䃯㹛 䃯㸙㼀䘡䃯㹛䊈
㹛㛟㼀㸙䧣䇒䇒
㛟㹛㞜㧮㾚
㛟䃏㾚㛟㹛䮒䘡䌑䂦
㹛㹆䘡
䮒䇒㛟㾚㹛䧣䇒
䮒㑣䂦㹛䘡䇒
㑣㹛㑣䃏㔓䧣
‘䌑䈊㹛’㛟䔳㔓䘡
㛟㹛㔓㱳㑣䘡㔓
䔳㸙㹛
㛟䌑㔓㼀
㾚䔳
㹛㼀㧮㸙
䃏䘡㹛䮽䘡㔓䘡㔓㑣㑣
㾚㻁
䔳䧣㾚㹛㸙
䔳㔓
䔳䈊㞜䈊䧣㛟㹛
㛟䔳䟐䮒
䘡㔓㹛䧣䔳㹛
䂦㔓䂦㹆
㸙䧣㹛䮒䔳㛟㔓䊈䔳㾚㼀㔓
㼀䘡䌑
㱵㔓䮽䘡㹛䈊㛟䔳
㸙㹛䔳
㻁㾚
㾚䔳
㻁䮽㼀䂦䂦
㑣㢤㔓䔳㸙
䘡㔓䃯㹛䮒䘡䔳㾚
㸙㛟䃯㾚㼀䮽
㸙䔳㹛
㱵䔳㔓䈊䘡㹛㛟
㸙䔳㹛
㔓㛟
㹆㛟䔳㼀䘡
㾚䘡㔓䔳
䔳㔓䒤㸙䃯
㸙䔳㹛
㔓㛟
䥍䮒㞜
䧣㹛㔓㞜䃯㑣䂦䘡㼀㔓
㛟㔓䌑䃏㛟㹛㹛
㼀䧣䇒䔳
䔳䔳㸙㾚䮒䩀䧣㔓䈊
䔳㾚
㸙㔓䔳㛟
䂦㞜㠀㼀㔓䈊
㹛䔳㸙
㹛㼀䮽㹆䧣䔳㼀䌑㻁䧣
䩀䂦䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙 㔓䔳 㔓㛟 䘡㾚䔳 䈊㹛䔳 䃯䂦㹛㼀䧣 㹆㸙㼀䔳 㔓䔳㛟 㛟䮒䃏㛟㹛㼧䮒㹛䘡䔳 ‘䃯㾚䘡㛟䇒㔓䧣㼀䃯䈊’ 㹆㔓䂦䂦 䃏㹛䮽 㛟䔳㾚䇒䇒㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 䃯㸙㼀㾚㛟 㹆㾚䮒䂦䌑 䌑㹛㻁㔓䘡㔓䔳㹛䂦䈊 㸙㼀䧣㞜 䔳㸙㹛 䇒䂦㼀䘡㛟 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 㱵㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 䒤㔓䔳䃯㸙㬿
“䋉㻁 䋉 㹆㹛䧣㹛 䔳㾚 㻁䮒䂦䂦䈊 䌑㹛㻁㹛㼀䔳 䔳㸙㹛 㱵㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 䒤㔓䔳䃯㸙䮽 㔓䔳 㔓㛟 㔓䘡䌑㹛㹛䌑 㔓㞜䇒㾚㛟㛟㔓䃏䂦㹛 㻁㾚䧣 䔳㸙㹛 䃯䮒䧣䧣㹛䘡䔳 㞜㹛䮽 䃏䮒䔳 䟐䮒㛟䔳 䔳㾚 㛟䔳㾚䇒 䔳㸙㹛 䃯㸙㼀㾚㛟㬿㬿㬿”
䘡䥍㑣㼀
䔳㹛㛟㹛㸙
䌑㸙㼀㑣䘡䃯㹛䮽
㣂’㛟㔓
䮒㹛㼧䂦䂦
㑣䂦䧣㼀䮒䌑䈊䂦㼀
䔳㾚
䇒䮒㛟㞜㬿䂦㔓㹛㛟
䘿䮽㑣䃯㹛㻁㔓䂦䘡㔓䧣
㛟䧣㾚㛟㔓㹛㹛㟃䇒䘡
㸙㛟㔓
㸙㔓䔳䓰
㑣䮒㾚㸙䔳㸙䔳㛟
䂦䂦㼀
䘡㹛䮒㼀䂦䃏
䖛㹛 䌑㹛䃯㔓䌑㹛䌑 䔳㾚 㻁㾚䂦䂦㾚㹆 㸙㔓㛟 䇒䧣㹛㧮㔓㾚䮒㛟 䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙䔳㛟 㹆㔓䔳㸙 㛟䂦㔓㑣㸙䔳 㞜㾚䌑㔓㻁㔓䃯㼀䔳㔓㾚䘡㛟㬿 䖛㹛 㛟䔳㔓䂦䂦 䃯㸙㾚㛟㹛 䔳㾚 䇒㼀䧣䔳㔓䃯㔓䇒㼀䔳㹛 㔓䘡 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㹆㼀䧣䮽 䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙 㸙㹛 䃯㾚䮒䂦䌑 䘡㾚䔳 㑣䮒㼀䧣㼀䘡䔳㹛㹛 㹆㸙㹛䔳㸙㹛䧣 䔳㸙㹛 㾚䮒䔳䃯㾚㞜㹛 㹆㾚䮒䂦䌑 䧣㼀䌑㔓䃯㼀䂦䂦䈊 䃯㸙㼀䘡㑣㹛䮽 㸙㹛 㛟䔳㔓䂦䂦 㹆㼀䘡䔳㹛䌑 䔳㾚 䔳䧣䈊䮽 䔳㾚 䔳䧣䈊 䔳㾚 䃯㸙㼀䘡㑣㹛 䌑㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊㬿
䖛㼀㧮㔓䘡㑣 㞜㼀䌑㹛 㸙㔓㛟 䌑㹛䃯㔓㛟㔓㾚䘡䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 䌑㔓䌑 䘡㾚䔳 㹆㼀䔳䃯㸙 㼀㛟 䔳㸙㹛 ‘㸙䈊㹛䘡㼀㛟’ 䃏㹛㛟㔓㹛㑣㹛䌑 䔳㸙㹛 㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳 㠀㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊㬿
㼀䧣㹛䃏䘿
㾚㛟䔳䢖䂦䈊
㔓㸙㑣䔳㢤
㛟䧣䔳㸙㾚
䮒䇒
䘡䮒䧣䔳㹛䘿㾚䃯䔳䮽㼀䔳㼀䃯
㞜㔓䔳㹛㬿
㸙䔳㹛䈊
䘡䌑㼀㢤
㼀䧣㹛
㹛㹆㼀䘿
䘡㔓䮽㑣䃯䘡䮒䘡
㑣䮽㾚㛟䌑
䔳䂦㸙㑣㼀㸙䮒㾚
㹛㻁䧣㔓䃯㹛
㹆㸙㹛䘡
㼀䘡䌑
㹆㸙㛟㾚
䂦䘡䈊㾚
䮒䥍’㞜㛟
䮒㾚䔳㸙㑣䧣㸙
㑣㢤㔓㸙䔳
㼀
㹛㼀䧣
㸙䈊䔳㹛
㾚㻁
䂦㾚䌑䮒䃯
㹛䓰
㾚䘡䔳
䌑㼀䧣㹛䌑
䃯㼀䔳䘡䘡㾚
䧣㔓䔳㹛䃯䘡㼀䂦䈊
㹛㸙䔳䈊
㾚䔳
㔓䘡
䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 㛟䔳㔓䂦䂦 㸙㼀䌑 䔳㔓㞜㹛㬿
䩀㛟 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㻁㔓䘡㼀䂦 䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙䔳 㛟㹛䔳䔳䂦㹛䌑䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 䧣㹛䌑㔓䧣㹛䃯䔳㹛䌑 䇒㼀䧣䔳 㾚㻁 㸙㔓㛟 㞜㔓䘡䌑 䃏㼀䃯䘿 䔳㾚 㸙㔓㛟 㼀㧮㼀䔳㼀䧣㬿
㔓䌑㞜
‘䂦㛟㾚㠀㾚
㣂㔓
㑣䥍䘡㼀
㬿䂦䂦㾚䌑
䋡㔓䇒䮽㸙
䇒㛟㸙㔓
㹆䧣㸙㹛㹛
䇒䂦㞜㼀
㹛䔳㸙
䮒㾚䔳
㸙䔳㹛
䃏㔓䌑䧣㹛
䘡䪰
㹛㔓㔓䘿䂦㹛䂦㻁
㾚䔳䘿㾚
㼀
䔳㼀㔓䌑㹛㼀䮽䧣䌑
“䲏㸙㼀䧣䂦㔓䘡㹛䆧”
䓰㔓䔳㸙 㸙㔓㛟 䃯㼀䂦䂦䮽 䔳㸙㹛 䌑㾚䂦䂦 䔳䧣㼀䘡㛟㻁㾚䧣㞜㹛䌑 㔓䘡䔳㾚 䔳㸙㹛 䧣㹛㼀䂦 㱳㾚㞜䃏㔓㹛 䃏䧣㔓䌑㹛 䲏㸙㼀䧣䂦㔓䘡㹛㬿
㾚䔳
㔓䃏㑣䊈㹛䘡”
䔳㸙㹛
䮒䔳㼀䃏㾚
㑣㾚䮽䌑
䘡䇒䂦㼀
㔓㛟
䃯䂦䧣䮒”㻁䢖㹛㔓
㥚䇒㾚䘡 㼀䇒䇒㹛㼀䧣㔓䘡㑣䮽 䲏㸙㼀䧣䂦㔓䘡㹛 㻁㔓䧣㛟䔳 䧣㹛㛟䇒㹛䃯䔳㻁䮒䂦䂦䈊 㛟㼀䂦䮒䔳㹛䌑䮽 䔳㸙㹛䘡 㼀㛟䘿㹛䌑㬿
䥍㸙㹛 䇒䂦㼀䘡 㛟㸙㹛 㞜㹛䘡䔳㔓㾚䘡㹛䌑䮽 㾚㻁 䃯㾚䮒䧣㛟㹛䮽 㹆㼀㛟 䔳㸙㹛 㾚䘡㹛 㛟㸙㹛 㸙㼀䌑 䇒䧣㹛㧮㔓㾚䮒㛟䂦䈊 䌑㔓㛟䃯䮒㛟㛟㹛䌑 㹆㔓䔳㸙 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓㬿
㸙㹛䔳
㻁㹛㢤㔓
‘㞜㾚䔳㸙㹛䧣’䮽
䇒㼀䧣䋉䔳㛟㬿㼀㼀
䌑䌑㛟䮽㾚㹛㛟㔦㹛㛟
䘡䂦㸙㹛㔓䲏䧣㼀
䌑䘡㼀
㾚䘡㹆
㸙䥍䮒䘡䌑㹛䧣
㸙㹛䔳
䧣㔦㼀䔳㹛
㾚㔦䌑
䮒㣂䘡㹛㹛
㹛䋡䈊䮽㞜䔳㛟
䘡䔳㼀㸙㹛㾚䧣
䘿䈊䋡
㾚䘡㹛
㾚䔳
㾚㻁
㹛㸙䔳
㻁㾚
䌑㼀㹆㹛䔳䘡
㱵㔓㔓㧮䘡㹛
䘿㔓䂦䂦
䥍㸙䧣㹛㹛
㸙䧣㹛
䥍㸙㹛 䇒䂦㼀䘡 㛟㸙㹛 㾚䧣㔓㑣㔓䘡㼀䂦䂦䈊 䌑㹛㧮㔓㛟㹛䌑䮽 㼀䂦䔳㸙㾚䮒㑣㸙 㸙㼀㧮㔓䘡㑣 㼀 㧮㹛䧣䈊 㸙㔓㑣㸙 㛟䮒䃯䃯㹛㛟㛟 䧣㼀䔳㹛䮽 㹆㼀㛟 䔳㾚㾚 㞜㼀䌑㬿
䥍㸙㹛 䃯㾚㛟䔳 㾚㻁 㼀䃯㸙㔓㹛㧮㔓䘡㑣 䧣㹛㧮㹛䘡㑣㹛 㹆㼀㛟 䔳㸙㼀䔳 㛟㸙㹛 㸙㹛䧣㛟㹛䂦㻁 㞜䮒㛟䔳 㼀䂦㛟㾚 䌑㔓㹛㬿
䖛䧣㹛
㼀㹆䧣
㹆㼀㛟
䈊䃏
㾚㻁
䔳㹛㸙
㹛㞜㾚䌑㔓㻁㔓䌑
䮒㻁䂦㾚㹆䘡㹛䌑䧣䈊䂦
䘡㔓㾚㑣㾚䘡㑣
㔓䘡
㼀䌑䘡
䔳㸙㞜㬿㹛
䧣䘡㾚㻁䔳
䂦䇒㼀䘡
㹆㸙㔓䔳
䔳㔓
㔓䘡䔳䌑㹛䧣䔳䃯㛟㹛㹛
䥍㼀㑣䘡
㣂㔓
䖛㹛㼀䧣㔓䘡㑣 䲏㸙㼀䧣䂦㔓䘡㹛’㛟 㼧䮒㹛㛟䔳㔓㾚䘡䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 㻁㔓䧣㛟䔳 䘡㾚䌑䌑㹛䌑䮽 䔳㸙㹛䘡 㛟䂦㔓㑣㸙䔳䂦䈊 㛟㸙㾚㾚䘿 㸙㔓㛟 㸙㹛㼀䌑㬿
䩀㻁䔳㹛䧣 䔳㸙㔓䘡䘿㔓䘡㑣 㻁㾚䧣 㸙㼀䂦㻁 㼀 㛟㹛䃯㾚䘡䌑䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 㛟㼀㔓䌑䐢
㔓㹆䔳㸙
㔓㛟
䔳㾚
㼀”㬿㞜㾚㾚䘡㔓㔓㔓㻁䌑䔳䃯
㔓䘡䃏㹛㑣䮽
䂦䇒㼀䘡
㼀
䃏䮒䔳
䥍”㹛㸙
㹛㔓䌑㹛䘡䌑
䂦㸙㛟㔓䔳㑣
“䗓㾚䮒 䃯㼀䘡 䘡㾚 䂦㾚䘡㑣㹛䧣 㛟䔳㼀䈊 䃏䈊 㞜䈊 㛟㔓䌑㹛㵲 䈊㾚䮒 㞜㔓㑣㸙䔳 䘡㹛㹛䌑 䔳㾚 㑣㾚 䔳㸙䧣㾚䮒㑣㸙 㛟㾚㞜㹛 䌑㼀䘡㑣㹛䧣㛟䮽 䃏䮒䔳 䔳㸙㼀䔳 䃯㼀䘡 㔓䘡䃯䧣㹛㼀㛟㹛 䔳㸙㹛 㛟䮒䃯䃯㹛㛟㛟 䧣㼀䔳㹛 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 䇒䂦㼀䘡䮽 㼀䧣㹛 䈊㾚䮒 㹆㔓䂦䂦㔓䘡㑣㬿㬿㬿䊈”
䖛㹛 䌑㔓䌑䘡’䔳 㻁㔓䘡㔓㛟㸙䮽 䃏䮒䔳 㛟㼀㹆 䲏㸙㼀䧣䂦㔓䘡㹛 䘡㾚䌑 㹆㔓䔳㸙㾚䮒䔳 㸙㹛㛟㔓䔳㼀䔳㔓㾚䘡㬿
䗓㾚䮒”
䇒㹛㹛䘿
䘿䘡㹆㹛
䔳㹛䮒䌑䘡㾚㔓䐢䃯䘡
㑣㔓’䧣䂦㛟
㔓㣂
䮒䘡䘡䘡㔓㑣䧣
䘡㾚㑣䧣䂦㔓㼀㔓
㹛㛟㛟㔓䘡㾚䃏㛟㾚
㻁㔓㹛䂦
䈊㾚䮒䧣
䌑㼀䃯㔓㾚㑣䘡䃯䧣
㔓㢤㹛㻁
㾚㸙䧣䢖㹛䔳
䮒㛟䌑䂦㸙㾚
㾚䧣㻁
㹛㸙䔳
㛟䔳㔓㸙
䈊䔳䂦㹛䧣㔓䃯䌑
㸙㹛䔳
㾚䈊䮒䧣
㑣䥍㼀䘡
㹛㸙䔳䧣㼀䮽
㬿㾚䌑㔓㞜䘡”㼀
㾚䔳䘡
㹛㸙
㛟䌑㛟㔦㛟’㾚䌑㹛
㾚䔳
䘡䔳㔓㸙㔓㹆
䂦䇒㼀䮽䘡
㾚䔳
㛟䮒䇒䮽䧣䧣㛟䌑㔓㹛
䂦㻁㹛㹛
“䗓㾚䮒 䃯㼀䘡 㛟䔳㼀䧣䔳 䇒䧣㹛䇒㼀䧣㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㹛 䧣㔓䔳䮒㼀䂦䮽 㼀䘡䌑 䈊㾚䮒 㞜䮒㛟䔳 䂦㹛䔳 㔓䔳 䃏㹛 䘿䘡㾚㹆䘡 䔳㸙㼀䔳 䈊㾚䮒 㼀䧣㹛 䌑㾚㔓䘡㑣 㛟㾚䮽 䇒䧣㼀䈊㔓䘡㑣 䔳㾚 䔳㸙㹛 䢖㾚䔳㸙㹛䧣 㔦㾚䌑䌑㹛㛟㛟 㻁㾚䧣 㼀㛟㛟㔓㛟䔳㼀䘡䃯㹛㬿”
“䒤䮒䔳 䈊㾚䮒 䌑㾚䘡’䔳 䘡㹛㹛䌑 䔳㾚 㼀㛟䃯㹛䘡䌑 㾚䧣 㻁㼀䂦䂦㵲 䈊㾚䮒 㾚䘡䂦䈊 䘡㹛㹛䌑 䔳㾚 㞜㼀䘿㹛 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㑣㹛㛟䔳䮒䧣㹛䮽 㼀䂦䂦㾚㹆㔓䘡㑣 䋉㛟㼀䇒㼀䔳䧣㼀 䔳㾚 㻁㹛㹛䂦 㼀 㛟䔳䧣㾚䘡㑣 䔳㸙䧣㹛㼀䔳㬿”
“䘡㹛䉄㔓䧣䈊䔳㧮㸙㑣
㼀㹆㼀䔳㻁㛟䌑䧣㹛䮽䧣
‘䂦䂦䋉
“䔳㔓㬿
䘡䧣䧣㹛㼀㼀㑣
䩀㻁䔳㹛䧣 㻁㔓䘡㔓㛟㸙㔓䘡㑣䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓 䇒㼀䮒㛟㹛䌑䮽 㸙㔓㛟 㑣㼀㱳㹛 䌑㔓䧣㹛䃯䔳㹛䌑 䔳㾚 䔳㸙㹛 䃏㼀䃯䘿 㾚㻁 㸙㔓㛟 㸙㼀䘡䌑㬿
䓰㸙㹛䧣㹛 䔳㸙㹛 㞜㼀䧣䘿 㾚㻁 䔳㸙㹛 㱵㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 䒤㔓䔳䃯㸙 㛟䔳㔓䂦䂦 㹆㼀㛟䮽 㔓䔳㛟 㸙㹛㼀䌑 㹆㔓䔳㸙 㔓䘡㻁㔓䘡㔓䔳㹛 䃏䂦㼀䃯䘿 䌑㹛㹛䧣 㼀䘡䔳䂦㹛䧣㛟 㹆㼀㛟 㛟䔳㔓䂦䂦 㛟䮒䇒䇒䧣㹛㛟㛟㹛䌑 䃏䈊 䔳㸙㹛 䢖㾚䘡㼀䧣䃯㸙 䲏䧣㾚㹆䘡䮽 䔳㸙㹛 㑣㼀㱳㹛 㾚㻁 䌑㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 㛟㸙㔓㹛䂦䌑㹛䌑 䃏䈊 䔳㸙㹛 䢖㾚䘡㼀䧣䃯㸙 䩀䮒䔳㸙㾚䧣㔓䔳䈊㬿
㾚䂦䌑䃯
䔳䔳䘡㹛䘡㔓
㼀
䈊㹛㛟㬿㹛
㔓䘡
䃏㼀䔳䔳䂦㹛
㸙㔓㛟
㞜㾚㑣䘡䘿䃯㔓
㞜㛟䂦㔓㹛䮽
㛟䘡䧣㑣㑣㔓䮒
㼀
䘡㑣䥍㼀
㛟䌑㹆㾚㹛㸙
㣂㔓
䋉㻁 䇒㾚㛟㛟㔓䃏䂦㹛䮽 㸙㹛 䧣㹛㼀䂦䂦䈊 㹆㼀䘡䔳㹛䌑 䔳㾚 䃏㼀䔳䔳䂦㹛 䔳㸙㼀䔳 䃏㔓䔳䃯㸙 㸙㹛㼀䌑䌮㾚䘡 㼀䘡䌑 䔳㼀䘿㹛 䋡㼀䂦䂦䈊 䃏㼀䃯䘿㬿
㥚䘡㻁㾚䧣䔳䮒䘡㼀䔳㹛䂦䈊䮽 䔳㸙㔓㛟 㹆㼀㛟䘡’䔳 㧮㹛䧣䈊 䧣㹛㼀䂦㔓㛟䔳㔓䃯㬿
䈊㹛㱵䔳㔓㛟䘡
㾚䧣䧣㼀㔓䌑䈊䘡
䋡㑣㹛㾚㛟㹛㧮㔓㬿䧣䘡
䧣㧮䈊㹛
䔳㔓㛟’
䔳䃏䮒
䃏㧮㹛㼀㾚
䥍㸙㹛
㼀㻁䔳䃯
䇒㾚㹆䮽䂦㹛㻁䮒䧣
䮽㾚䌑㑣
䂦㾚䧣䇒㛟㹛㹛㹆㛟
㔓㛟
㼀䘡
㹛㼀㹛䌑䇒㼀䧣䇒
䔳㹛㸙
䮒䈊䮽㑣䂦
䔳㾚
䒤䃯㔓㸙䔳
㹛䃏
䓰㹛 㼀䧣㹛 䔳㸙㹛 㢤㔓㑣㸙䔳 㠀㼀㞜㔓䂦䈊䮽 㹛㼀䃯㸙 䇒㾚㛟㛟㹛㛟㛟㹛㛟 㔓䘡䃯䧣㹛䌑㔓䃏䂦㹛 䇒㾚㹆㹛䧣 䔳㾚㑣㹛䔳㸙㹛䧣 䃯㼀䇒㼀䃏䂦㹛 㾚㻁 䇒䮒䂦䂦㔓䘡㑣 䚧䘡㾚㛟㼀䮒㛟 䌑㾚㹆䘡 㻁䧣㾚㞜 䔳㸙㹛 䇒㾚㛟㔓䔳㔓㾚䘡 㾚㻁 䋡㾚㧮㹛䧣㹛㔓㑣䘡㬿
䒤䮒䔳 㻁㼀䃯㔓䘡㑣 䔳㸙㔓㛟 䃏㔓䔳䃯㸙䮽 䔳㸙㹛䈊 㼀䧣㹛 㼀䂦㛟㾚 䇒㾚㹆㹛䧣䂦㹛㛟㛟㬿
㣂㔓
㔓䔳
㔓㞜䔳䃯䇒㼀
䃏㛟䈊㹛䮒㼧䔳䮒䂦㹛㛟㬿䘡
㼀䌑䘡
䮒㞜䥍䮽
㼀䥍䘡㑣
䘿㹆䘡㾚
㼀䂦䂦
䧣㹛㛟㔓㛟䔳㹛䌑䮽
䧣䇒䈊㞜㼀㹛䂦㔓㾚䧣䔳
㔓㣂
㾚㞜㻁䧣
㾚䂦㹆䌑䮒
㾚㛟㹛㞜
㹛䈊䔳㸙
㧮䧣䮽㹛㹆㾚䖛㹛
䘿䘡㹆㹛
㼀䘡䥍㑣
㾚㸙㹆
䔳䌑䘡’㔓䌑
‘䧣㹛㛟’䃯㔓㛟䔳䘡㼀㹛
䋡䔳㼀䧣㔓䘡㑣 㼀䔳 䔳㸙㼀䔳 㛟䂦㔓㑣㸙䔳䂦䈊 䃏㾚㹆㹛䌑 㸙㹛㼀䌑䮽 䥍㼀䘡㑣 㣂㔓’㛟 㹛䈊㹛㛟 㛟㹛㹛㞜㹛䌑 䔳㾚 㻁䂦㔓䃯䘿㹛䧣 㹆㔓䔳㸙 㻁㔓䧣㹛䂦㔓㑣㸙䔳䮽 䃯㾚䘡䔳㔓䘡䮒㔓䘡㑣䐢
“䲏㸙㼀䧣䂦㔓䘡㹛䮽 䈊㾚䮒 㹆㔓䂦䂦 䃏㹛 㼀䘡 㼀䘡㾚㞜㼀䂦䈊䮽 㼀䘡 㼀䘡㾚㞜㼀䂦䈊 䌑㹛㛟䔳㔓䘡䈊 䃯㼀䘡䘡㾚䔳 㑣㼀㱳㹛 䮒䇒㾚䘡㬿”
㛟㾚䂦㼀
䋉
㬿㞜㔓䇒䧣”㛟㹛㾚
㹆㸙㔓㛟
䌑㔓㻁䂦䂦䮒䂦㹛䮽㻁
㹛䮒䂦䌑䮽䂦㻁㔓㻁䂦
㾚䗓䧣”䮒
䂦䂦㼀㻁
䃏㹛
㹛㸙䧣
㹆㸙㔓㛟
㹛䃏
䈊䮒䧣㾚
䂦䂦㔓㹆
䃏㹛䧣㹛㾚㻁
㞜㾚䔳㸙㹛䧣’㛟
䂦㹆䂦㔓
䇒㛟䐢 䋡㹛㹛䘿㔓䘡㑣 䃯㾚㞜㞜㹛䘡䔳㛟 㻁㾚䧣 䔳㸙㔓㛟 䃯㸙㼀䇒䔳㹛䧣㬿㬿
