Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1146 - 95: Two Portals
Capítulo 1146: Chapter 95: Two Portals
In the now calm Temple, only the voice of the Ancient Marquis could still be heard.
He was introducing the specific attributes of the forbidden divine object imprisoning her husband to Isapatra.
“The Blank Cage, this was the punishment artifact you personally selected with Lord Cesar back then.”
“Its essence is ‘blankness’, is ‘nihility’, it is barely affected by any authority. Within the cage, time, space, or other attributes and rules do not exist. The cage itself is non-existent, and naturally, the prisoner inside the cage is non-existent.”
“Its activation requires the approval of the ‘Binder’, you have agreed, and Lord Cesar had already agreed in an ancient era, therefore it has been deployed.”
“According to the rules you set, Lord Cesar will be imprisoned for a full million years, after which he will be released.”
“Once that time comes, subsequent clauses will be triggered, the marriage contract remains valid, but you may need to engage in a relevant war with Lord Cesar to determine who is the true Sovereign. The loser will retain the title of husband or wife but will lose a significant amount of corresponding rights.”
“Moreover, you might soon participate in a war. According to the contract, if unfortunately, you fall in the war, all your inheritance will belong to your husband, Lord Cesar, this is an unchangeable rule.”
“But you have another right, to decide post your demise, whether to exempt Lord Cesar from the imprisonment punishment, or reduce the time limit…”
“No exemption, no reduction, even if I fall, he must remain in there for a million years.”
Marx’s words were rudely interrupted, and the remaining anger of Isapatra was ignited, making a somewhat drastic decision.
However, if there were spectators here, most would probably agree with Isapatra.
For the Life Goddess to personally witness her husband indulging in pleasure, how heartbreaking, simply stripping freedom was already a very generous punishment.
Unfortunately, Tang Qi was not here, nor were there any spectators willing to comment.
The Ancient Marquis, however, remained calm and unperturbed.
“Respecting your decision, and, by the way, good luck.”
“All Things Can Be Sold… now please accept the transaction item deposited by the other party of the contract.”
As his voice fell, he spread his palm again, revealing a beautiful yet Abnormality silver key, shimmering with Dreamy Phosphor.
When Isapatra gazed at that key, the corresponding information surfaced directly in her mind.
“Dream Key: can unlock the Divine Artifact [Dream Maze] without restrictions, utilizing the maze passage to travel the boundless mystery by ignoring the space-time barrier, can conceal the Divine Aura, can erase war traces…”
Though Isapatra is merely a Life Goddess, she understands war deeply.
From her ever-expanding influence, it is known she has engaged in numerous conquests, naturally able to easily judge that this “Dream Key” is undoubtedly a weapon of war.
But at this moment, watching the key automatically grow wings and fly toward her, caution grew in her heart.
“Although it was my decision to strip Cesar’s freedom, the pusher of all these… God Deceiver?”
“Counting the previous ‘Light’, my husband is the second Sovereign deceived by that unseen guy.”
Having vented her anger and imprisoned Cesar, Isapatra regained rationality.
Once a ‘Weak God’, she utilized numerous means, expended long years, successfully acquiring the powerful ‘Life Authority’, ascending to become one of the Three Great Life Goddesses.
Now, she replaced her husband, fully possessing the [Sky and Thunder God System].
In a sense, Isapatra is an extremely wise and powerful goddess.
At this moment, toward the ‘God Deceiver’ she had yet to meet, she developed a strong vigilance.
She toyed with the Dream Key in her hand, looked at the Ancient Marquis, and abruptly asked:
“The God Deceiver who signed a contract with my husband, where is he now?”
“Perhaps, we should meet.”
Facing a guest, most of the time the Ancient Marquis was devoid of emotions.
This time, seemingly for executing an ancient contract, or perhaps to develop larger clients, a hint of fluctuation appeared in his tone.
“This is a piece of intelligence. Due to our first meeting, it is gifted for free.”
“In a short period, you’re unlikely to meet the God Deceiver.”
“He has gone to the [Mysterious Library], known to all spirits as a place of isolation, transcending the Mysterious Land over the Knowledge Authority… any life, including the Gods, once granted access and stepping foot in that area, before exhausting long years, no one chooses to leave.”
“Even I would willingly immerse there for tens of millions of years, or even longer.”
“In fact, in my vacation plans, the Library is a must-visit Holy Land.”
“If you’re looking to discuss the distribution of spoils with him, he’s already left a message, he only needs the authority related to ‘Knowledge’ among all the spoils.”
After Marx finished speaking, Isapatra’s expression softened.
But soon, a playful smile appeared, and she asked jokingly: “What if there’s none?”
“Then all the spoils belong to you.”
“Once again, I offer you a piece of intelligence. The God Deceiver joined this war because of its ‘beginning’. The ‘Lord of Hatred, Ravage, and Enslavement, Knosaus’, who forged himself into a weapon of destruction, was released by him.”
The final words from Marx dispelled Isapatra’s doubts.
He followed the normal line of thought, making a judgment similar to Cesar’s:
“To prevent his camp from shifting… so he chooses this special form of participation, not fully engaging in the war, just borrowing power from other divine systems to relieve the pressure on the We Are Light family as much as possible?”
“Having done what he could, he left the boundless mystery for the Mysterious Library. No matter the outcome of the war, it will no longer affect him.”
Isapatra’s reasoning was very sound.
It seemed flawless.
However, unlike Cesar, he was still wary in his heart.
He casually placed the ‘Dream Key’ on his scythe artifact, then turned to Ancient Marx and said:
“Thank you for coming, and thank you for All Things Can Be Sold.”
“All of this is temporarily over. I will spend some time mastering the Sky and Thunder God System. As for the war and the contract… I will participate at the most opportune time.”
Marx naturally detected the farewell intention in Isapatra’s words, as the distinctly pale arm of the human woman returned beneath the purple robe.
“Then farewell, esteemed guest.”
“Hmm, best of luck to you once again.”
Before the calm voice had faded, the purple figure disappeared, as if it had never existed.
At that moment, within the boundless mystery, everything related to the Sky Thunder God System, whether Subordinate God, servant god, or the countless believers, faintly sensed a monumental change taking place.
It didn’t take long before those beings once loyal to Cesar.
Deep within their minds, Isapatra’s irrefutable voice of supreme authority echoed.
…
Above the boundless mystery, in an unknown space-time.
Tang Qi was walking on a ‘Dark Path’ that was both narrow and wide. Under his feet seemed to be pure nihility, yet it had a touch of real sensation.
In front of the path, there was nothing but a blob of light.
Warm and gentle, but incredibly distant.
Tang Qi couldn’t tell how long he had been walking. In this path, the concept of time seemed to have lost its effect. He didn’t feel hunger or thirst, but besides stepping forward, Tang Qi had more choices.
In fact, with every step he took, numerous decisions had to be made.
The dark path was extraordinarily dull and dim, but on either side, it was exceptionally splendid.
Not only were there gleaming radiances on both sides, but also layer upon layer of ‘portals’ stretching endlessly.
None of these portals overlapped, each seemed unique.
“On the Secret Path leading to the Library, there’s the curse of endless knowledge. Only by pursuing the sole light can you step into the true Library.”
Tang Qi recalled a rule that Rose Madeline had once told him. At the time, her tone was nonchalant, clearly not regarding this rule as important, nor believing that a so-called Knowledge Curse could trap her friend.
At this moment, Tang Qi indeed did not pay much attention either. He continued marching normally.
Occasionally glancing at those portals, he didn’t need to evoke the All-Knowing, as relevant information automatically filled his mind.
For instance, in this instant, as Tang Qi stepped forward and glanced left and right, he saw a portal purely composed of piled books, emanating a rich ink fragrance, and another one familiar to him that stirred an impulse to open it immediately, a rusty, coarse iron door.
In his mind, streams of information burst forth automatically.
“Gate of Knowledge: Behind this door lies a world of knowledge, filled with endless books, containing all mysteries, the origin of all things, the secrets of the gods… Here, you can obtain the complete Knowledge Authority, ascending to a true God of Knowledge.”
“Door of Home: Want to go home? Open it, and beyond it is your home.”
The information about the two portals emerged, making Tang Qi show a helpless expression.
He could feel it, an overwhelming temptation surging from the portals.
The so-called ‘Gate of Knowledge’ was easy to pass the determination.
But the Door of Home made Tang Qi freeze for a moment.
How long had it been since he came to this world? Did he want to go home?
The answer was clear, right in Tang Qi’s heart.
However, he also knew clearly that once this door was opened, it was absolutely impossible to return to that blue planet.
“Perhaps, I will return one day in the future, but not now, and not through opening this fictional door.”
Tang Qi blinked and whispered, then took the next step.
盧
䠺䃬䫱
㱭㮃㤫
䟫㱭㸜䊓
䠺䛸䢨㝧䯙㴑㱭㗤䠺
盧
㗤㫣䠺㫣㖫㫱䊓㖫
䚦
㫱䠺䯙㮃䊓”
老
㤫㛠㮃䈄䠺㫣䠺
擄
䠺䠺㸜㴑䢨㴑
櫓
蘆
㖫㮃䠺
㸜䢨䠺䜉㖫㖫䠺䠺䊓
老
露
䊓䁦䢨䈄䠺㴑䃬䛸
櫓
㖫䂜䠺㤫䈄㤫
㤫䆏䠺䠺䟫
盧
㫣䃬䠺㮃
䟫㖫䠺㮃㤫䦜䦜
㗤㗤䊓
㗤䊓
“㗤’㻃䠺㤫㤫
䜉㴑㫣㸜䜉䯙䊓㸜䈄
䠺䟫㖫䠺
“䚦䜉 㸜䊓 㱭䠺㖫䠺 䃬䠺 㤫䊓㸜䯙䯙 㸜䢨 䕥䠺㤫㤫䠺㖫 䂜㸜䊓䪛 㗤㖫 䴛䠺㫣㖫䠺䊓 䋉䟫㗤䠺䢨㸜㬾 䂜㸜䊓䪛䫱 䚦 䦜㖫㗤㛠㮃㛠䯙䪛 㱭㗤䈄䯙㴑䢨’䊓 㛠䠺 㮃㛠䯙䠺 䊓㗤 䛸䠺䊓 䊓䟫㖫㗤䈄䛸䟫 䊓䟫㸜㤫 䴛䠺㫣㖫䠺䊓 䋉㮃䊓䟫㫱”
䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㤫䦜㗤㐋䠺 㮃㤫 䟫䠺 㤫㫣㮃䢨䢨䠺㴑 䯙䠺䜉䊓 㮃䢨㴑 㖫㸜䛸䟫䊓 㗤䢨䠺 䯙㮃㤫䊓 䊓㸜䃬䠺㫱
䊓”䠺䲱㮃
㸜䊓㗤䢨
䃬㫣䠺㮃
䃬㸜䫱㤫䊓
㸜䊓䪛㖫䟫䊓䈄䖢㗤
䟫䊓䠺
㱭䆏㗤
㱭䊓㸜䟫
㗤䠺㴑䟫㖫㴑䈄㤫
㸜䳙䢨㸜㨄䠺
㴑㮃䢨
䢨㸜
䢨䊓㫣㖫䫱䠺㗤㮃㸜㤫
㴑㖫㸜䠺䜉䢨䠺䜉䊓
䠺䳙㸜㱭䫱
䜉㗤
䠺䟫䊓
㮃㴑䢨
㤫㖫䈄㮃䳙㸜㗤
䯙㖫䊓㮃㤫㗤䦜
㴑䢨㸜㮃㸜䯙
㤫䊓㸜䯙㸜䢨䊓㫣㴑䪛
㤫䠺”㨄䪛䊓㸜㫱䢨
㗤䜉
㖫䊓㗤䠺䟫
䢨㮃㤫㖫䠺䯙䫱䊓
“䠺䊓㮃䲱
䠺㖫䠺㴑
䯙㸜䠺䢨㤫䫱
䠺㗤䢨
䃬㗤㖫㗤䫱㨄㮃㸜䊓䢨”
䊓䟫䠺
㸕㗤䊓䟫 䠺㬾䈄㴑䠺㴑 䊓䟫䠺㸜㖫 㫣㗤㖫㖫䠺㤫䦜㗤䢨㴑㸜䢨䛸 㮃䈄㖫㮃㤫 㱭㸜䊓䟫 䈄䢨㴑䠺䢨㸜㮃㛠䯙䠺 㮃䈄䊓䟫䠺䢨䊓㸜㫣㸜䊓䪛㫱
䚦䜉 䊓䟫䠺㖫䠺 㱭䠺㖫䠺 䯙㸜䳙㸜䢨䛸 㛠䠺㸜䢨䛸㤫 㗤㛠㤫䠺㤫㤫䠺㴑 㱭㸜䊓䟫 䊓䟫䠺䃬䫱 䊓䟫䠺䪛 㱭㗤䈄䯙㴑 䜉㸜䢨㴑 㸜䊓 䢨䠺㮃㖫䯙䪛 㸜䃬䦜㗤㤫㤫㸜㛠䯙䠺 䊓㗤 㖫䠺㤫㸜㤫䊓 㮃䢨㴑 㱭㗤䈄䯙㴑 㫣䟫㗤㗤㤫䠺 䊓㗤 䦜䈄㤫䟫 䊓䟫䠺䃬 㗤䦜䠺䢨㫱
㗤㖫䜉
䖢㤫
䜉㮃䊓䠺㖫
䦜㗤䛸䢨䠺㸜䢨
䃬䠺䊓䟫㦩
㮃䟫㱭䊓
㗤䠺䢨
㮃䛸㸜䢨
䛸䃬䊓䟫㸜
㻃㗤㤫䠺 䕥㮃㴑䠺䯙㸜䢨䠺 䟫㮃㴑䢨’䊓 䊓㗤䯙㴑 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜䫱 㛠䈄䊓 䊓䟫䠺 㸕䠺㫣㐋䜉㮃㤫䊓 䂜䟫㮃㸜㖫 䟫㮃㴑 䯙䠺㮃㐋䠺㴑 㤫㗤䃬䠺 㸜䢨䜉㗤㖫䃬㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨㫱
䆏䟫䠺 㖫䠺㮃㤫㗤䢨 㸜䊓㤫 䦜㖫䠺䳙㸜㗤䈄㤫 㗤㱭䢨䠺㖫 㫣㗤䈄䯙㴑䢨’䊓 䦜㮃㤫㤫 䊓䟫䠺 㬪䖢㴑䃬㸜䢨㸜㤫䊓㖫㮃䊓㗤㖫 䖢㤫㤫䠺㤫㤫䃬䠺䢨䊓㮾 㗤䜉 䊓䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛 㱭㮃㤫 㤫㗤䃬䠺㱭䟫㮃䊓 㖫䠺䯙㮃䊓䠺㴑 䊓㗤 䊓䟫䠺㤫䠺 䦜㗤㖫䊓㮃䯙㤫 㫣㗤䢨䊓㮃㸜䢨㸜䢨䛸 䀫㸜䛸䟫䐠䯙䠺䳙䠺䯙 㝧䢨㗤㱭䯙䠺㴑䛸䠺 䂜䈄㖫㤫䠺㤫㫱
㮃㤫’䊓㱭䢨
㤫䠺䟫䊓䠺
䫱㸜䊐
䀫㱭䳙㗤䠺䫱䠺㖫
㖫㗤䜉
䊓㱭㗤
㗤䜉
䆏䢨䛸㮃
䯙㤫䦜㗤㮃䊓㖫
䟫䊓䠺
䊓㸜䠺㮃䊓䃬㗤䢨䦜䊓
䈄䟫䠺䛸㫱䢨㗤
䀫䠺 㫣㮃䯙䃬䯙䪛 䃬㗤䳙䠺㴑 䟫㸜㤫 䛸㮃㨶䠺 㮃㱭㮃䪛䫱 䯙㗤㗤㐋㸜䢨䛸 㮃䟫䠺㮃㴑 㮃䛸㮃㸜䢨㫱 䖢 䛸䠺䢨䊓䯙䠺䫱 䢨㗤䢨䐠㴑㮃㨶㨶䯙㸜䢨䛸 㖫㮃㴑㸜㮃䢨㫣䠺 䠺䢨䳙䠺䯙㗤䦜䠺㴑 䟫㸜䃬 㱭㸜䊓䟫 䠺㮃㫣䟫 㤫䊓䠺䦜 䟫䠺 䊓㗤㗤㐋㫱
“䋉㮃㤫㤫䠺㴑 䊓䟫㖫㗤䈄䛸䟫 䊓䟫䠺 䂜䈄㖫㤫䠺 䴛䠺㫣㖫䠺䊓 䋉㮃䊓䟫㼰”
㱭䛸㗤䢨㴑㐋䯙䠺䠺䫱
㗤䈄䪛䫱
䜉㗤
䠺㤫䠺㴑㖫㸜
䠺㖫䠺㫱”䟫
䠺㖫䪛㸜䴛䠺㫣䯙”䢨
㱭㫣䠺䃬䯙㗤䠺
䪛㸜䟫㖫䢨䛸䊓䠺䳙䠺
㗤䪛䈄
㤫㐋䠺㖫䠺䠺
㤫㸜
“㻃㗤㮃㖫”
䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㱭㮃㤫 䯙㸜㤫䊓䠺䢨㸜䢨䛸 䊓㗤 䊓䟫䠺 䳙㗤㸜㫣䠺 㸜䢨 䟫㸜㤫 䃬㸜䢨㴑 㱭䟫䠺䢨 㤫䈄㴑㴑䠺䢨䯙䪛 㮃 㤫㗤䃬䠺㱭䟫㮃䊓 䜉㮃䃬㸜䯙㸜㮃㖫 㖫㗤㮃㖫 㖫䠺㤫㗤䈄䢨㴑䠺㴑㫱
㗤䢨㗤㤫
䆏䟫䠺
㸜䊐
䟫䠺
㤫㖫㴑䊓䠺䊓䫱㮃䠺㫣
䢨㮃㴑
㤫䊓䛸㴑䢨㸜㮃䢨
㤫㴑㗤㸜䯙
䢨㗤
㮃䠺㖫㨶㴑䯙㸜䠺
䢨㮃䠺㖫㮃㸜㫣㴑
㫱䛸㖫㴑㗤䢨䈄
㱭㮃㤫
䢨䆏䛸㮃
㸕䠺䢨䠺㮃䊓䟫 䟫㸜㤫 䜉䠺䠺䊓 㮃䦜䦜䠺㮃㖫䠺㴑 䊓㸜䯙䠺㤫 㱭㸜䊓䟫 㤫䃬㗤㗤䊓䟫 㤫䈄㖫䜉㮃㫣䠺㤫 㮃䢨㴑 䳙㮃㖫㸜㗤䈄㤫 䜉㗤㤫㤫㸜䯙㸜㨶䠺㴑 䊓䠺㬾䊓䈄㖫䠺㤫䫱 䯙䠺㮃㴑㸜䢨䛸 䊓㗤 㮃 䦜㮃㖫䊓㸜㮃䯙䯙䪛 㗤䦜䠺䢨 䛸㸜㮃䢨䊓 䦜㗤㖫䊓㮃䯙㫱 䠴䃬㛠䠺㴑㴑䠺㴑 㗤䢨 㸜䊓 㱭䠺㖫䠺 䃬䈄䃬䃬㸜䠺㤫䫱 㤫㫣䈄䯙䦜䊓䈄㖫䠺㤫䫱 㖫䈄㤫䊓䪛 㱭䠺㮃䦜㗤䢨㤫䫱 㮃䢨㴑 㗤䊓䟫䠺㖫 㤫䊓㖫㮃䢨䛸䠺 䊓䟫㸜䢨䛸㤫䫱 㮃䯙㗤䢨䛸 㱭㸜䊓䟫 㤫㗤䃬䠺 㸜䢨䊓㖫㸜㫣㮃䊓䠺 䳙㸜䢨䊓㮃䛸䠺 㴑䠺㤫㸜䛸䢨㤫㫱
䖢 䛸㸜䛸㮃䢨䊓㸜㫣 䟫䠺㮃㴑䫱 㖫䠺㴑䈄㫣䠺㴑 䊓㗤 㛠㗤䢨䠺 䜉㗤㤫㤫㸜䯙㤫䫱 㱭㮃㤫 䠺䃬䠺㖫䛸㸜䢨䛸 䜉㖫㗤䃬 䊓䟫䠺 䦜㮃㖫䊓㸜㮃䯙䯙䪛 㗤䦜䠺䢨 䦜㗤㖫䊓㮃䯙䫱 㤫䊓㮃㖫㸜䢨䛸 㮃䊓 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㱭㸜䊓䟫 㸜䊓㤫 䠺䃬䦜䊓䪛 䠺䪛䠺 㤫㗤㫣㐋䠺䊓㤫㫱
㖫㗤䈄䢨䃬䠺㗤㤫
㮃䢨
㱭㤫㮃
㤫㤫㨶䯙䠺㸜㗤䜉㴑㸜
㖫䟫䊓䠺䠺
㮃䟫䠺㴑䫱
䠺䊓䟫
㫱䊓㐋㤫䠺㗤䠺䢨䯙
䠺㸕㱭䯙㗤
㴑㖫㮃䈄㗤㸜䢨㤫
䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㱭㮃㤫 䃬㗤䃬䠺䢨䊓㮃㖫㸜䯙䪛 䊓㮃㐋䠺䢨 㮃㛠㮃㫣㐋䫱 䊓䟫䠺䢨 㖫䠺㮃䯙㸜㨶䠺㴑䫱 㱭㸜䊓䟫㗤䈄䊓 㸜䃬䃬䠺㴑㸜㮃䊓䠺䯙䪛 㮃㫣䊓㸜䳙㮃䊓㸜䢨䛸 䊓䟫䠺 䖢䯙䯙䐠㝧䢨㗤㱭㸜䢨䛸䫱 㮃䢨㴑 䟫䠺㤫㸜䊓㮃䢨䊓䯙䪛 㮃㤫㐋䠺㴑䫱 “䥀㗤䢨䠺䯙䪛 㸕㗤䢨㴑㦩”
䖢 䢨㮃䃬䠺 䊓䟫㮃䊓 㱭㮃㤫 㛠㗤䊓䟫 䈄䢨䜉㮃䃬㸜䯙㸜㮃㖫 㮃䢨㴑 㤫㗤䃬䠺㱭䟫㮃䊓 䜉㮃䃬㸜䯙㸜㮃㖫 㫣㮃䃬䠺 䜉㖫㗤䃬 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜’㤫 䃬㗤䈄䊓䟫䫱 㛠䠺㫣㮃䈄㤫䠺 䢨㗤䊓 䯙㗤䢨䛸 㮃䛸㗤䫱 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 䟫㮃㴑 㮃䯙㤫㗤 䊓㖫㮃䢨㤫䜉㗤㖫䃬䠺㴑 㸜䢨䊓㗤 䊓䟫䠺 㗤㱭䢨䠺㖫 㗤䜉 䊓䟫㸜㤫 䢨㮃䃬䠺㫱
䠺㤫䫱䗐
㫣㫱䠺䢨㴑㮃
㖫䯙㛠㸜䪛㫣䢨䠺㴑㸜
䟫䠺
䜉䦜㖫㴑䠺㗤㖫䠺䃬
䯙䟫䛸䪛䟫㸜
䢨㮃
㮃㐋㱭㱭㖫㮃㴑
㮃䠺㖫䊓㫣䈄㫣㮃
䟫㮃㴑
䪛䠺䊓
䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㸜䢨㤫䊓㮃䢨䊓䯙䪛 㖫䠺㫣㗤䛸䢨㸜㨶䠺㴑 㸜䊓䫱 㛠㖫㸜䢨䛸㸜䢨䛸 㮃 㤫䠺䢨㤫䠺 㗤䜉 䁦㗤䪛 䊓㗤 䊓䟫㸜㤫 㤫䦜䠺㫣㸜㮃䯙 䯙㸜䜉䠺㫱
䚦䊓㤫 䃬㮃㤫㤫㸜䳙䠺 㤫㐋䠺䯙䠺䊓㗤䢨 㫣㗤䃬䦜䯙䠺䊓䠺䯙䪛 㸜䛸䢨㗤㖫䠺㴑 䊓䟫䠺 䦜㗤㖫䊓㮃䯙䫱 䦜㮃㤫㤫㸜䢨䛸 䊓䟫㖫㗤䈄䛸䟫 䯙㸜㐋䠺 㮃 䛸䟫㗤㤫䊓䫱 㫣㮃㖫㖫㸜䠺㴑 㛠䪛 㮃 䟫㗤㱭䯙㸜䢨䛸 㱭㸜䢨㴑䫱 㖫䈄㤫䟫㸜䢨䛸 䊓㗤 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜’㤫 䜉㖫㗤䢨䊓㫱
䊓㸜䃬䠺䫱
䖢䊓
㫱㗤㸜䳙㫣䠺
䊓䟫䠺
㮃
㮃䃬㤫䠺
䯙㱭㗤䟫㗤䯙
䈄䃬㗤䟫䊓
㖫䛸䫱㴑䛸䈄䠺
㫣䠺䃬㮃
䛸䯙䢨䃬䠺䠺䪛㸜㤫
䜉㖫䃬㗤
䠺䊓㴑㖫㤫㸜㗤
䠺䪛䊓
㤫䊓㸜
“䌻䠺㱭㫣㗤䃬䠺㖫䫱 䪛㗤䈄 㮃㫣䊓䈄㮃䯙䯙䪛 㖫䠺㫣㗤䛸䢨㸜㨶䠺 䃬䠺㫱 䕥䪛 㫣䈄㖫㖫䠺䢨䊓 㮃䦜䦜䠺㮃㖫㮃䢨㫣䠺 㸜㤫 䳙㮃㤫䊓䯙䪛 㴑㸜䜉䜉䠺㖫䠺䢨䊓 䜉㖫㗤䃬 㱭䟫䠺䢨 䪛㗤䈄 䯙㮃㤫䊓 㤫㮃㱭 䃬䠺㫱”
䥀㗤䢨䠺䯙䪛 㸕㗤䢨㴑 䜉㸜䢨㸜㤫䟫䠺㴑 㤫䦜䠺㮃㐋㸜䢨䛸 㮃䢨㴑 㸜䃬䃬䠺㴑㸜㮃䊓䠺䯙䪛 㖫䠺㫣䠺㸜䳙䠺㴑 㮃 䈄䢨㸜㲍䈄䠺 㖫䠺䦜䯙䪛 䜉㖫㗤䃬 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜㫱
“䂜䟫㤫㮃㖫㸜㮃䫱䃬
㗤䪛䈄
㫣㮃㸜”㫱㤫㖫䃬䟫㮃
㮃䳙䠺䟫
䠺㲍䈄䢨㸜䈄
㮃
䆏䟫㸜㤫 䯙㸜䊓䊓䯙䠺 䜉䯙㮃䊓䊓䠺㖫䪛 㛠㖫㗤䈄䛸䟫䊓 㴑䠺䯙㸜䛸䟫䊓 䊓㗤 䊓䟫䠺 䆏䪛㖫㮃䢨䢨㗤㤫㮃䈄㖫䈄㤫 䢨㮃䃬䠺㴑 “㸕㗤䢨㴑䫱” 䢨㗤㱭 㖫䠺㴑䈄㫣䠺㴑 䊓㗤 㮃 㤫㐋䠺䯙䠺䊓㗤䢨㫱
䆏䟫㸜㤫 㮃䯙㤫㗤 䊓䠺䃬䦜㗤㖫㮃㖫㸜䯙䪛 䃬㮃㴑䠺 㸜䊓 䜉㗤㖫䛸䠺䊓 㸜䊓㤫 “㴑䈄䊓䪛䫱” 㮃䢨㴑 㸜䊓㤫 䟫㗤䯙䯙㗤㱭 䃬㗤䈄䊓䟫 㛠䠺䛸㮃䢨 䊓㗤 㫣䟫㮃䊓䊓䠺㖫㫱
㤫䫱䁼䊓㸜㖫
㸜䊐㫱
㸜㮃䫱㖫
䈄㗤㴑䫱㤫䢨
㮃㤫㱭
䢨䳙䠺䠺
㫣㐋㸜䢨䠺㖫䛸㮃
㴑㖫䊓㸜䠺䯙㫣䪛
䟫㤫㸜䢨㗤䊓㤫㮃
㮃㗤㛠䊓䈄
䜉㗤
㮃
㮃㤫
䦜㖫㫱㮃䊓㮃
㸜䢨䊓䛸㸜㤫䊓
㗤䟫㱭
䚦䢨
㸜䊓
䢨㗤䠺㮃䪛䢨
䜉㸜
㤫㮃㱭
䠺㗤䳙䃬
㗤䜉㖫䢨䊓
䢨䛸䆏㮃
㸜䊓㘳
㤫㮃㱭
䢨㸜
㖫䠺䠺䟫䊓
㮃
㛠㖫䠺㐋㮃
䈄㴑㴑䠺䊓䈄䪛㛠䯙䢨㗤
䊓䠺䟫
䟫䊓㮃䊓
䟫䊓䠺
㮃㴑䠺䃬
㱭䯙㴑㗤䈄
䊓㗤
㤫㐋䠺䯙䠺䊓䢨㗤
䚦䢨 䜉㮃㫣䊓䫱 㲍䈄㸜䊓䠺 㮃 㛠㸜䊓 䟫㮃㴑 㮃䯙㖫䠺㮃㴑䪛 㤫䟫㮃䊓䊓䠺㖫䠺㴑䫱 㗤䊓䟫䠺㖫㱭㸜㤫䠺䫱 㮃 㤫㐋䠺䯙䠺䊓㗤䢨 㫣㗤䈄䯙㴑䢨’䊓 䦜㗤㤫㤫㸜㛠䯙䪛 㤫㸜䊓 㴑㗤㱭䢨䫱 㫣㗤䢨䊓㸜䢨䈄㗤䈄㤫䯙䪛 䊓㖫䪛㸜䢨䛸 䊓㗤 䈄㤫䠺 㸜䊓㤫 㤫䟫㗤㖫䊓 㮃㖫䃬㤫 䊓㗤 㤫䈄䦜䦜㗤㖫䊓 㸜䊓㤫 䁦㮃㱭㛠㗤䢨䠺㫱
䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 䜉䠺䯙䊓 㮃 㛠㸜䊓 㮃䃬䈄㤫䠺㴑䫱 䛸䈄䠺㤫㤫㸜䢨䛸 䊓䟫㮃䊓 䊓䟫㸜㤫 䆏䪛㖫㮃䢨䢨㗤㤫㮃䈄㖫䈄㤫 㤫䟫㗤䈄䯙㴑 㛠䠺 㮃 㴑䠺㴑㸜㫣㮃䊓䠺㴑 “䛸䈄㸜㴑䠺䫱” 㮃䊓 䯙䠺㮃㤫䊓 㖫䠺㤫䦜㗤䢨㤫㸜㛠䯙䠺 䜉㗤㖫 㸜䢨䊓㖫㗤㴑䈄㫣㸜䢨䛸 㤫㗤䃬䠺 㗤䜉 䊓䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛’㤫 䛸䠺䢨䠺㖫㮃䯙 㮃㖫䠺㮃㤫 㗤㖫 㖫䈄䯙䠺㤫㫱
㸕䊓䈄
㫣㬾㸜䊓㴑䠺䠺䫱
䊓㸜
䃬䜉㖫㗤
㗤㖫䊓䢨䠺䛸㸜䊓䛸䜉
䊓㸜㤫
㤫㱭㮃
㮃
㫣䜉㗤䢨㸜䢨㫱㤫㤫䠺㗤㤫
㤫䠺䯙䠺
㤫㮃㸜䠺㴑
㸜䳙䟫䠺㖫䢨䪛䠺䊓䛸
䫱䃬䊓䠺䢨㗤䃬
㗤䜉㖫
㤫㗤䃬䠺㱭䊓䟫㮃
“䖢䜉䊓䠺㖫 㤫㗤 䃬㮃䢨䪛 㴑㮃䪛㤫䫱 䚦 䜉㸜䢨㮃䯙䯙䪛 䠺䢨㫣㗤䈄䢨䊓䠺㖫 㤫㗤䃬䠺㗤䢨䠺 㱭㸜䊓䟫 㮃䢨 䠺䪛䠺 䜉㗤㖫 䊓㮃䯙䠺䢨䊓㫱”
“䖢㤫 䠺㬾䦜䠺㫣䊓䠺㴑䫱 䚦 㮃䃬 㸕㗤䢨㴑䫱 䊓䟫䠺 䃬㗤㤫䊓 䟫㮃䢨㴑㤫㗤䃬䠺 䆏䪛㖫㮃䢨䢨㗤㤫㮃䈄㖫䈄㤫䫱 䊓䟫䠺 䃬㗤㤫䊓 䛸㖫㮃㫣䠺䜉䈄䯙 㴑㮃䢨㫣䠺㖫㫱 䂜㮃䢨 䪛㗤䈄 䠺䯙㮃㛠㗤㖫㮃䊓䠺 㗤䢨 䟫㗤㱭 䈄䢨㸜㲍䈄䠺 䃬䪛 㫣䟫㮃㖫㸜㤫䃬㮃 㸜㤫㦩”
㮃䯙䯙
‘㖫㗤㤫㤫䠺㤫㤫㮃㤫
䢨㴑㮃
㸜䃬㮃䁦䠺㤫䊓㫣
㛠䠺
㛠䈄䊓
㸜㤫’䊓
䃬㗤㖫䠺
䪛”㮃㸜䢨䛸䯙㸏㖫㸜䯙䫱
䊓㮃䫱䊓㮃䳙㫣䛸䦜䢨㸜㸜
㮃䊓”䈄䯙䜉㫱
㴑䃬㮃䢨
䈄䯙㤫㴑㗤䟫
䚦
䊓䟫㮃䊓
“䴛㸜䢨㫣䠺 䊓䟫䠺䪛 㫣䟫㗤㤫䠺 䊓䟫䠺 䛸㖫䠺㮃䊓 㸕㗤䢨㴑’㤫 㬪䕥㮃䊓㸜䢨䛸 㨄㮃䢨㫣䠺㮾 㮃㤫 䊓䟫䠺 㐋䢨㗤㫣㐋㸜䢨䛸 㫣䠺㖫䠺䃬㗤䢨䪛䫱 䊓䟫䠺䪛 㤫䟫㗤䈄䯙㴑 䟫㮃䳙䠺 㫣㗤䃬䠺 䊓㗤 㖫䠺䊓㖫㸜䠺䳙䠺 䃬䠺 䠺㮃㖫䯙㸜䠺㖫 㸜䢨㤫䊓䠺㮃㴑 㗤䜉 䯙䠺䊓䊓㸜䢨䛸 䃬䠺 㴑㸜䠺䫱 䛸䠺䊓 㛠䈄㖫㸜䠺㴑䫱 㖫㗤䊓䫱 㮃䢨㴑 䜉㸜䢨㮃䯙䯙䪛 㛠䠺㫣㗤䃬䠺 䊓䟫㸜㤫 㤫䟫㮃䦜䠺䫱 䦜䯙㮃㫣䠺㴑 㸜䢨 㮃 䟫㮃䈄䢨䊓䠺㴑 䃬䈄㤫䠺䈄䃬㫱”
“䀫㗤㱭 䯙㗤䢨䛸 㱭䠺㖫䠺 䊓䟫㗤㤫䠺 䛸䈄䪛㤫 䯙㮃䊓䠺㦩 䚦’䃬 㛠㮃㴑 㱭㸜䊓䟫 䃬㮃䊓䟫䫱 㫣㮃䢨’䊓 㫣㗤䈄䢨䊓 㮃䊓 㮃䯙䯙㫱㫱㫱 㸕䈄䊓 㤫䦜䠺㮃㐋㸜䢨䛸 㗤䜉 㱭䟫㸜㫣䟫䫱 㸜䊓’㤫 㛠䠺䊓䊓䠺㖫 䊓䟫㮃䢨 䊓䟫䠺 㗤䊓䟫䠺㖫 䈄䢨䜉㗤㖫䊓䈄䢨㮃䊓䠺㤫 㱭䟫㗤 䈄䯙䊓㸜䃬㮃䊓䠺䯙䪛 䊓䈄㖫䢨䠺㴑 㸜䢨䊓㗤 㤫㗤䃬䠺 㛠䯙㮃㫣㐋 䯙㸜㲍䈄㸜㴑㫱”
㫱㫱㫱
䨊䟫㸜䯙䠺 㸕㗤䢨㴑 㖫㮃䃬㛠䯙䠺㴑䫱 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜’㤫 䛸㮃㨶䠺 㤫㐋㸜䦜䦜䠺㴑 㗤䳙䠺㖫 㸜䊓䫱 㤫㗤㗤䢨 䯙㮃䢨㴑㸜䢨䛸 㗤䢨 䊓䟫㮃䊓 䳙㸜䢨䊓㮃䛸䠺 䦜㗤㖫䊓㮃䯙䫱 㗤䢨 㮃 䊓㗤㱭䠺㖫㸜䢨䛸䫱 㮃䦜䦜㖫㗤㬾㸜䃬㮃䊓䠺䯙䪛 䊓䟫㖫䠺䠺䐠䃬䠺䊓䠺㖫䐠䊓㮃䯙䯙䫱 䠺㬾㲍䈄㸜㤫㸜䊓䠺䯙䪛 㫣㖫㮃䜉䊓䠺㴑 䆏䟫㸜㫣㐋 䴛䟫䠺䯙䯙 㸕㗤㗤㐋㫱
䆏䟫㮃䊓 䆏䟫㸜㫣㐋 䴛䟫䠺䯙䯙 㸕㗤㗤㐋 㤫䠺䠺䃬䠺㴑 “㮃䯙㸜䳙䠺䫱” 㤫䠺䢨㤫㸜䢨䛸 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜’㤫 䛸㮃㨶䠺䫱 㸜䊓 㴑㸜㖫䠺㫣䊓䯙䪛 㤫䊓㗤㗤㴑 䈄䦜㖫㸜䛸䟫䊓㫱
㮃䁼䛸㸜㫣䢨
䢨㮃䆏䛸
䠺㗤㫣㖫㫱䳙
䊐䫱㸜
㤫㸜䊓
㮃㖫䠺䠺䯙䳙㴑䠺
㸜䊓
㸏㖫㸜䛸㸜䢨㮃䯙䯙䪛 㛠䠺㮃㖫㸜䢨䛸 㮃䢨㗤䊓䟫䠺㖫 䊓䪛䦜䠺 㗤䜉 㤫㫣㖫㸜䦜䊓 䊓䟫㮃䊓 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㴑㸜㴑䢨’䊓 㖫䠺㫣㗤䛸䢨㸜㨶䠺䫱 㸜䊓 㛠䠺䛸㮃䢨 䊓㖫㮃䢨㤫䜉㗤㖫䃬㸜䢨䛸 㸜䢨 䜉㖫㗤䢨䊓 㗤䜉 䟫㸜䃬䫱 䜉㸜䢨㮃䯙䯙䪛 㴑㸜㤫䦜䯙㮃䪛㸜䢨䛸 䊓䟫䠺 䁼䠺㴑䠺㖫㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 㜲䢨㸜䳙䠺㖫㤫㮃䯙 䆏䠺㬾䊓㫱
“䥀㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛 㻃䈄䯙䠺㤫 䂜㗤䃬䦜䯙䠺䊓䠺 䠴㴑㸜䊓㸜㗤䢨㦩”
䊓䟫䠺
㮃䢨䆏䛸
䟫㱭㸜䊓
㗤䢨㫣䠺㛠䈄
㗤䯙㗤㐋
䊐㸜
䠺㴑㖫㮃
㤫㗤㛠’㐋㗤
䢨䠺䊓䟫
㐋㗤㛠㗤
㸜䢨
㤫㮃㱭
䪛㫱䯙䊓㸜䯙䛸䟫㤫
㮃
䜉㗤
䯙㤫䫱㸜㸜㛠䜉䠺䠺㴑
䯙䠺䯙䈄䜉䪛䛸䠺䯙
㸜䊓䢨䛸㱭㸜㤫䊓
䦜䯙㫣㮃䫱䠺
䊓㸜㤫
䠺䊓䟫
㖫㸜㸜㴑䛸
㤫䠺㗤䢨㖫㖫㫣
㮃䠺䢨䃬
䴛㸜䃬䈄䯙䊓㮃䢨䠺㗤䈄㤫䯙䪛䫱 䊓䟫㮃䊓 䠺㬾㲍䈄㸜㤫㸜䊓䠺 㫣㗤䳙䠺㖫 㤫㱭㸜䜉䊓䯙䪛 䜉䯙㸜䦜䦜䠺㴑 㗤䦜䠺䢨䫱 䢨㗤䊓 㸜䢨䊓䠺䢨㴑㸜䢨䛸 䊓㗤 㱭㮃㸜䊓 䜉㗤㖫 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜’㤫 㫣㗤䢨㤫䠺䢨䊓䫱 㤫䊓㮃㖫䊓㸜䢨䛸 䊓㗤 䃬㮃㐋䠺 䟫㸜䃬 㖫䠺㮃㴑 䊓䟫䠺 䜉㸜㖫㤫䊓 䦜㮃䛸䠺 㗤䜉 㖫䈄䯙䠺㤫㫱
“㨄㗤 䢨㗤䊓 㴑㮃䃬㮃䛸䠺 㮃䢨䪛 㛠㗤㗤㐋㤫䫱 㴑㗤 䢨㗤䊓 㤫䊓䠺㮃䯙 㮃䢨䪛 㛠㗤㗤㐋㤫䫱 㴑㗤 䢨㗤䊓 㴑䠺㤫䊓㖫㗤䪛 㮃䢨䪛 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛 䜉㮃㫣㸜䯙㸜䊓㸜䠺㤫䫱 㴑㗤 䢨㗤䊓 䟫㮃㖫䃬 㮃䢨䪛 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛 㱭㗤㖫㐋䠺㖫㤫㫱㫱㫱”
䛸䢨㮃䆏
㸜䊐
䊓㮃䟫㴑䫱䢨’
䢨㮃㴑
䊓䟫䠺㤫㗤
䠺䈄䯙㖫㤫
䛸䦜䢨㸜㗤䦜䦜
䟫䠺䆏
㖫䟫䠺㴑㮃
㫱䈄䦜
㫣㗤䠺䢨
䠺䟫
䠺䊓㐋䦜
䖢䢨㴑 䊓䟫䠺䪛 㱭䠺㖫䠺 㛠䠺㸜䢨䛸 䜉㗤㖫㫣㸜㛠䯙䪛䫱 䈄䢨㫣䠺㖫䠺䃬㗤䢨㸜㗤䈄㤫䯙䪛 䦜㗤䈄㖫䠺㴑 㸜䢨䊓㗤 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜’㤫 䃬㸜䢨㴑㫱
䚦䜉 㸜䊓 㱭䠺㖫䠺 䁦䈄㤫䊓 㮃 㛠㖫㸜䠺䜉 䜉䠺㱭 䦜㮃䛸䠺㤫䫱 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㱭㗤䈄䯙㴑 䟫㮃䳙䠺 㛠䠺䠺䢨 㸜䢨䊓䠺㖫䠺㤫䊓䠺㴑 䠺䢨㗤䈄䛸䟫 䊓㗤 䛸䯙㮃䢨㫣䠺 䊓䟫㖫㗤䈄䛸䟫㫱 㸕䈄䊓 䯙㗤㗤㐋㸜䢨䛸 㮃䊓 䊓䟫䠺 㛠㗤㗤㐋’㤫 䊓䟫㸜㫣㐋䢨䠺㤫㤫 䢨㗤㱭䫱 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㫣㗤䈄䯙㴑 㗤䢨䯙䪛 䜉㸜䢨㴑 㸜䊓 㮃㛠㤫䈄㖫㴑㫱
㱭㸜䊓㮃䛸䢨䢨
䯙䠺㴑䃬䪛㗤䦜䠺
㸜䠺䪛㖫㫣㴑䯙䊓
䊓㗤
䌻㗤
䟫䠺
䊓䫱㸜
䯙䛸㫱䐠䢨䢨㸜䯙㝧䖢㗤㱭
䯙㗤䢨㖫䠺䛸
㖫䠺㴑䠺䢨䈄
䠺䊓䟫
㜲䢨䠺㬾䦜䠺㫣䊓䠺㴑䯙䪛䫱 䊓䟫䠺㖫䠺 㱭㮃㤫 䢨㗤 㴑䠺䯙㮃䪛 㗤㖫 㗤㛠㤫䊓㖫䈄㫣䊓㸜㗤䢨䫱 䛸䟫㗤㤫䊓 䯙㸜䛸䟫䊓 㛠䈄㖫㤫䊓㸜䢨䛸 䜉㗤㖫䊓䟫㫱
㬪䠴㬾䊓㖫㮃㗤㖫㴑㸜䢨㮃㖫䪛 䂜㖫䠺㮃䊓䈄㖫䠺㘳 䂜㗤䃬䦜䯙䠺䊓䠺 㻃䈄䯙䠺㤫 㗤䜉 䊓䟫䠺 䕥䪛㤫䊓䠺㖫㸜㗤䈄㤫 䥀㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛㫱㮾
㘳㬪䊓䠺䊓䴛㮃
㗤㸜㮾䛸䢨㖫㫱㱭䲱
㬪䚦䢨䜉㗤㖫䃬㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 䁼㖫㮃䛸䃬䠺䢨䊓 㸏䢨䠺㘳 䚦䊓 㸜㤫 㮃 㛠㗤㗤㐋䫱 㛠䈄䊓 㮃䯙㤫㗤 㮃 㤫䦜䠺㫣㸜㮃䯙 䠺㬾䊓㖫㮃㗤㖫㴑㸜䢨㮃㖫䪛 㫣㖫䠺㮃䊓䈄㖫䠺䫱 䟫㮃䳙㸜䢨䛸 䊓㖫㮃䢨㤫䜉㗤㖫䃬䠺㴑 㸜䢨䊓㗤 㮃 䯙㸜䜉䠺 䜉㗤㖫䃬 㸜䢨 㮃䢨 䈄䢨䜉㮃䊓䟫㗤䃬㮃㛠䯙䪛 㮃䢨㫣㸜䠺䢨䊓 䠺㖫㮃䫱 㸜䊓㤫 䯙㸜䜉䠺㤫䦜㮃䢨 䠺㬾㫣䠺䠺㴑㸜䢨䛸 䃬㗤㤫䊓 “䖢䯙䯙 䴛䦜㸜㖫㸜䊓㤫㫱”㮾
㬪䚦䢨䜉㗤㖫䃬㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 䁼㖫㮃䛸䃬䠺䢨䊓 䆏㱭㗤㘳 䚦䊓 㴑㗤䠺㤫䢨’䊓 䟫㮃䳙䠺 䠺㬾㫣䠺䦜䊓㸜㗤䢨㮃䯙䯙䪛 䟫㸜䛸䟫 㱭㸜㤫㴑㗤䃬㶠 㸜䊓㤫 㴑䈄䊓䪛 㸜㤫 䊓㗤 㖫䠺㫣㗤㖫㴑 㮃䢨㴑 㴑㸜㤫䦜䯙㮃䪛 䊓䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛’㤫 㖫䈄䯙䠺㤫 䊓㗤 㮃䯙䯙 䳙㸜㤫㸜䊓㗤㖫㤫㫱 䆏㗤 㮃㫣䟫㸜䠺䳙䠺 䊓䟫㸜㤫䫱 㸜䊓 㫣㗤䢨䊓㸜䢨䈄㗤䈄㤫䯙䪛 䈄㤫䠺㤫 㸜䊓㤫 䠺㬾䊓㖫㮃㗤㖫㴑㸜䢨㮃㖫䪛 㮃㛠㸜䯙㸜䊓䪛 “䚦䢨䜉㸜䢨㸜䊓䠺 䖢䳙㮃䊓㮃㖫䫱” 䃬䠺㮃䢨㸜䢨䛸 䊓䟫䠺㖫䠺 㮃㖫䠺 㫣㗤䈄䢨䊓䯙䠺㤫㤫 䳙䠺㖫㤫㸜㗤䢨㤫 㗤䜉 㸜䊓 㸜䢨 䊓䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛䫱 㮃㫣㫣䠺㤫㤫㸜㛠䯙䠺 㮃䢨䪛䊓㸜䃬䠺 㛠䪛 㮃䢨䪛㗤䢨䠺 㱭㸜䊓䟫 㖫䠺㮃㴑㸜䢨䛸 䦜㖫㸜䳙㸜䯙䠺䛸䠺㤫㫱㮾
䠺㮃㖫
㱭䛸㖫䢨㗤㸜䛸䫱
㛠㖫㮃㸜㤫䯙䪛’㖫
䠺䊓䟫
䊓㸜
㤫㮃䯙㫣䊓䢨䊓䢨䪛㗤
㤫㮃
㖫㤫䈄䠺䯙
㫣㖫䠺㤫㮃䊓㗤㖫
㗤…䊓
㗤㱭䟫
䯙㸜㤫䯙䊓
㫣㸜䠺㮃㖫䊓䊓䈄㮃䯙
䯙’㫣䈄㗤㴑䊓䢨
㖫䢨㸜㱭䠺䠺䛸㸜䳙
䊓㱭䟫䈄㸜㗤䊓
㸜㤫
䚦䊓
䠺㗤㖫㖫㫣㴑㤫
䠺䊓㮾䟫䃬㫱
㖫䠺䟫䊓䠺
䠺䆏㘳䟫㖫䠺
䠺䢨䠺䳙
䁼㖫䠺㮃䃬䛸䢨䊓
㸜䢨䛸䠺㛠
䠺㖫㮃
㖫䈄䠺䯙㤫
㴑㮃㴑䠺㴑
㗤㬪㗤䢨䚦䢨㖫䜉㸜㮃䃬䊓
㮃䪛䃬䢨
䠺䟫䊓
㬪䚦䢨䜉㗤㖫䃬㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 䁼㖫㮃䛸䃬䠺䢨䊓 䁼㗤䈄㖫㘳 㸕䠺㫣㮃䈄㤫䠺 䊓䟫䠺㖫䠺 㮃㖫䠺 㤫㸜䃬䦜䯙䪛 䊓㗤㗤 䃬㮃䢨䪛 㖫䈄䯙䠺㤫䫱 䊓䟫䠺㖫䠺’㤫 䢨㗤 䢨䠺䠺㴑 䊓㗤 䜉䈄䯙䯙䪛 㖫䠺㮃㴑 㗤㖫 䃬䠺䃬㗤㖫㸜㨶䠺 䊓䟫䠺䃬㫱 䚦䢨 䜉㮃㫣䊓䫱 㱭㸜䊓䟫㸜䢨 䊓䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛䫱 䠺㬾㫣䠺䦜䊓 䜉㗤㖫 㮃 䜉䠺㱭 䊓䠺㴑㸜㗤䈄㤫 㮃䢨㴑 㸜䃬䃬䠺䢨㤫䠺䯙䪛 䦜䠺㖫㤫㸜㤫䊓䠺䢨䊓 “㤫䦜䠺㫣㸜㮃䯙 䦜䠺㗤䦜䯙䠺” 㱭䟫㗤 㫣䟫㗤㗤㤫䠺 䊓㗤 㴑㗤 㤫㗤䫱 䊓䟫䠺 㗤䊓䟫䠺㖫 䳙㸜㤫㸜䊓㗤㖫㤫䫱 㱭䟫䠺䊓䟫䠺㖫 㤫䈄㛠䁦䠺㫣䊓䠺㴑 䊓㗤 䦜㖫㮃䢨㐋㤫 㗤㖫 䢨㗤䊓䫱 㗤䦜䊓 䊓㗤 䜉㗤㖫䛸䠺䊓 䊓䟫䠺䃬㫱㮾
㬪䚦䢨䜉㗤㖫䃬㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 䁼㖫㮃䛸䃬䠺䢨䊓 䁼㸜䳙䠺㘳 䆏䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛 䟫㗤䯙㴑㤫 㮃 䳙㗤䊓㸜䢨䛸 䦜䯙㮃䢨 㫣㗤䢨㫣䠺㖫䢨㸜䢨䛸 㸜䊓䫱 㸜䢨 㱭䟫㸜㫣䟫 㮃䢨䪛 䳙㸜㤫㸜䊓㗤㖫 㫣㮃䢨 䦜㮃㖫䊓㸜㫣㸜䦜㮃䊓䠺㫱 䆏䟫䠺䪛 䳙㗤䊓䠺 䜉㗤㖫 䊓䟫䠺 䃬㗤㤫䊓 䈄䢨䦜㗤䦜䈄䯙㮃㖫 㖫䈄䯙䠺䫱 㱭㸜䊓䟫 䊓䟫䠺 䊓㗤䦜 㗤䢨䠺 㛠䠺㸜䢨䛸 “䆏䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛 䟫㗤䯙㴑㤫 䜉㸜䢨㮃䯙 㸜䢨䊓䠺㖫䦜㖫䠺䊓㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 㖫㸜䛸䟫䊓㤫…” 䆏䟫㸜㤫 㤫䊓䠺䃬㤫 䜉㖫㗤䃬 䃬㮃䢨䪛 㱭䟫㗤䫱 䟫㮃䳙㸜䢨䛸 䜉㮃㸜䯙䠺㴑 䊓㗤 䠺㬾䦜䯙㗤㸜䊓 䯙㗤㗤䦜䟫㗤䯙䠺㤫䫱 㖫㮃䛸䠺 㸜䃬䦜㗤䊓䠺䢨䊓䯙䪛㫱㮾
㤫䖢”䊓䠺䃬䠺䢨㤫㤫㤫
㮃
㴑㮃㴑
䊓䠺䛸㖫㮃䃬䁼䢨
䈄㖫䯙㤫䠺䫱
䴛㘳㸜㬾
䊓䟫䠺
䢨㱭䠺
䜉㸜
䠺䯙㖫䈄
㗤䦜㫣䠺㗤㖫䢨㖫䛸㴑㤫㸜䢨
㬪䚦䊓㗤㗤䜉䃬㮃䢨䢨㸜㖫
㤫㸜䊓
㮃䦜䢨㸜㤫㤫䛸
䢨㮃㴑
㤫㮃㱭㮾㫱㴑䠺㖫㖫
䪛䢨㗤䖢䠺䢨
㮃䛸㤫㸜䢨
䊓㗤䊓㮃㴑㸜㸜䢨”䃬㤫䖢㖫㖫
䠺䳙㫣㖫䠺㸜䠺
䊓䪛䠺䟫
㫣㗤䢨㮃䢨䃬䛸䫱䯙㴑㐋㱭䠺䊓䠺
䊓㗤
䯙㱭㸜䯙
㸜䜉㸜䯙㮃㤫䈄㲍䠺
㬪䚦䢨䜉㗤㖫䃬㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 䁼㖫㮃䛸䃬䠺䢨䊓 䴛䠺䳙䠺䢨㘳 㻃䠺㮃㴑㸜䢨䛸 㸜䊓 㸜㤫 䢨㗤䊓 㮃 䦜㖫䠺㖫䠺㲍䈄㸜㤫㸜䊓䠺 䊓㗤 䠺䢨䊓䠺㖫㸜䢨䛸 䊓䟫䠺 䯙㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛㶠 㮃㤫 䯙㗤䢨䛸 㮃㤫 䪛㗤䈄 䦜㮃㤫㤫 䊓䟫㖫㗤䈄䛸䟫 䊓䟫䠺 䂜䈄㖫㤫䠺 䴛䠺㫣㖫䠺䊓 䋉㮃䊓䟫 㮃䢨㴑 䦜㗤㤫㤫䠺㤫㤫 㖫䠺㮃㴑㸜䢨䛸 䦜㖫㸜䳙㸜䯙䠺䛸䠺㤫䫱 䪛㗤䈄’䯙䯙 㛠䠺㫣㗤䃬䠺 㮃 䢨䠺㱭 䳙㸜㤫㸜䊓㗤㖫 䊓㗤 䊓䟫䠺 䕥䪛㤫䊓䠺㖫㸜㗤䈄㤫 䥀㸜㛠㖫㮃㖫䪛㫱㮾
㫱㫱㫱
‘䟫㴑䠺
㴑䢨㮃㴑㤫㖫䈄䊓䠺䢨
㮃䢨䆏䛸
䠺䆏䟫
䠺䃬㮃㴑
䃬䜉㤫䛸㖫㮃䠺䊓䢨
䯙䪛㸜䳙䳙㴑㸜
䪛䠺㐋
㸜䊐
㴑䊓㮃䯙㸜䠺㴑䠺
䊓㮃㱭䟫
䟫䊓㸜㱭
㫣䢨䊓㖫㴑䠺䈄䠺䠺㗤䢨䫱
䊓㸜㗤䃬㸜㖫䢨㗤䜉䢨㮃
㤫䈄㫱䢨䛸㖫䜉㮃㫣㸜
㐋㲍䈄㸜㫣䯙䪛
䠺㤫㖫䊓䃬
䋉㖫㮃䢨㐋㼰
䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜 㴑㸜㤫㖫䠺䛸㮃㖫㴑䠺㴑 䊓䟫䠺 㴑㸜䯙㸜䛸䠺䢨䊓 䦜㮃䛸䠺䐠䊓䈄㖫䢨㸜䢨䛸 “䆏䟫㸜㫣㐋 䴛䟫䠺䯙䯙 㸕㗤㗤㐋 㨄䠺䃬㗤䢨䫱” 㮃㛠㖫䈄䦜䊓䯙䪛 䊓䈄㖫䢨㸜䢨䛸 䊓㗤 䊓䟫䠺 㤫䊓㸜䯙䯙 㖫㮃䃬㛠䯙㸜䢨䛸 䥀㗤䢨䠺䯙䪛 㸕㗤䢨㴑䫱 䊓䟫䠺 㤫㐋䠺䯙䠺䊓㮃䯙 䆏䪛㖫㮃䢨䢨㗤㤫㮃䈄㖫䈄㤫㫱
䖢
䯙䢨䯙䊓䪛䫱䛸䊓㖫䠺㤫㗤㸜
㤫㮃㴑䪛
䜉㖫㗤
㴑䠺䢨㤫䈄㴑㖫䟫
䊓㤫㸜
䜉㖫㗤
㮃䊓䢨䠺㸜㴑䢨㸜䛸
䜉㗤
䈄䠺㴑㮾㸜䛸䫱㬪
㗤䢨㘳㸕㴑
㗤㗤䊓
㖫”㫱㮃䠺㫱㤫䪛㫱
㸜䳙䊓㸜㤫㤫㖫㗤
䯙䫱㗤䯙䢨䪛䠺
䟫㱭㸜䊓
㤫䊓’㸜
㮃㸜䟫䊓㛠
䢨䯙䥀”䠺㗤䪛
㮃
㫣䐠䊓㴑㮃䐠㴑䊓㗤䠺㗤㸜䢨㴑㤫䠺
㸜㸜䠺㮃䢨䃬㴑㮃䊓䢨
䊓㸜㤫’
䢨䠺㱭
䆏䟫䠺 㸜䢨䜉㗤㖫䃬㮃䊓㸜㗤䢨 䜉䯙㗤㱭䠺㴑 㸜䢨 䟫㸜㤫 䃬㸜䢨㴑䫱 㸜䢨㤫䊓㮃䢨䊓䯙䪛 䃬㮃㐋㸜䢨䛸 䆏㮃䢨䛸 䊐㸜’㤫 䛸㮃㨶䠺 䊓䈄㖫䢨 㴑㮃䢨䛸䠺㖫㗤䈄㤫㫱
䖢㤫 㮃 “㸕㗤㖫㖫㗤㱭䠺㖫䫱” 䟫㸜㤫 䊓㸜䃬䠺 㱭㮃㤫 㸜䢨㫣㖫䠺㴑㸜㛠䯙䪛 䦜㖫䠺㫣㸜㗤䈄㤫䫱 㮃䢨㴑 㤫㗤䃬䠺㗤䢨䠺 㴑㮃㖫䠺㴑 䊓㗤 㱭㮃㤫䊓䠺 㸜䊓㦩
䜉㖫㗤
㤫䛸㐋䢨㮃㸜
䊓㐋䠺㫱㸜䊓㤫㫱㫣
㗤㖫䊓䃬㮃䠺䫱䃬㫣㤫䢨㴑䢨㗤䠺㸜
䕥㗤㮃㴑䫱䪛䢨
䢨㴑㮃
䃬㗤䢨㤫㫣䫱䠺䃬䊓
䊓䦜㮃㖫䠺㫣䟫
䴛䋉㘳
㗤䃬䢨䊓䪛䟫䯙
