Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 1674 - 1673: Pale Heart
Capítulo 1674: Chapter 1673: Pale Heart
“Is this heart a relic?”
Before opening the safe, the Whisper Element was still very faint. But upon seeing the heart, Shard knew it must be a relic. He felt the coldness, and the emotional void that emerged after being glanced at by the during last Thursday night’s group task inexplicably surged again, though it wasn’t very severe:
“Heart-type relics, especially those that can be contained within the human body, have a danger level starting at Keeper of Secrets Level. Him, a Low Ring Sorcerer, actually has such a good thing?!”
Shard exclaimed, while the witch focused more on those letters:
“Given to him by the Order, perhaps, to nurture special Water Ghosts through corpse fusion. This is also a past research result of the Truth Society, though the Truth Society has started researching the perfect fusion of relics and the human body now.”
This Shard knew; he and Priest Augustus discovered the repeatedly being resurrected Circle Sorcerer at the cemetery last autumn, which was actually a researcher from the Truth Society.
“I suppose this is the most important thing here. This is Rot-Eye Barry’s most crucial stronghold, but it shouldn’t be his most important laboratory. Let’s go, I’ll take these letters back to examine them, hoping for some clues.”
“How should we deal with this relic?”
Shard asked, though he wasn’t interested in it:
“We can’t just leave it alone, can we?”
“I have no interest in it either. So, either let my followers store it in a suitable place for now, or set it as a trap to give Barry a surprise when he returns.”
Shard nodded, thinking both options were doable. Seeing the relic’s state as stable, he reached out to touch the glass jar, intending to ascertain the relic’s precise condition before making plans.
The instant his palm touched the glass wall, the cold seeped through his fingertips and ran through his body. Besides the cold, there was also a disturbing illusion of having his own heart hollowed out.
At that moment, all joy and beauty in the world ceased to exist, and even hate and disgust vanished. The Outlander felt he had become a person without a heart. All the things he once cherished and loved no longer mattered. Or rather, nothing in this world mattered anymore. Indifference, forget-everything indifference naturally arose, but he didn’t feel this was a mistake or a crime…
[Get your hand away.]
“She” gently reminded, and the voice woke Shard. He hastily withdrew his fingers, noticing the witch beside him looking worriedly at him, while his fingertips were covered with a layer of frost. Yet, the heart in the jar quietly released fine bubbles.
He was startled by his reckless act and felt somewhat at a loss regarding experiencing this sensation for the second time:
“The feeling just now… it was terrifying. How can I not care about Luviya, Lecia, Dorothy, Galina, and Mia? Plus, I even have a house on the Royal Capital square, this world is surely important to me!”
[Outlander, you encountered a whisper.]
[Outlander, you gained insights into “indifference” and “heart.”]
“Are you okay?”
The brown-haired lady beside him asked worriedly:
“Your expression was terrifying just now, I couldn’t describe my feelings, but it felt like… you were about to leave this world.”
She gently held Shard’s hand, shivered from the coldness on his hand:
“Look, heart-type relics are indeed sinister. If you feel unwell, let’s call it a day here. My followers can handle the rest.”
“No, it’s fine, it was just… like missing a piece from my chest.”
Shard’s state wasn’t as calm as he claimed; his left hand pressed onto his chest, and his breathing was faster than usual. It wasn’t just the grayish heart that, even when not triggered, caused him such significant effects; rather, the aftermath of being glanced at by the last week still hadn’t entirely subsided.
Luviya said it would take at least a week, and now it seemed she was right indeed.
The Angel-Level relic didn’t obliterate Shard due to the divinity in his soul, but the impact it left definitely wasn’t something easy to vanish. Last time with Mia in his arms, alongside four team members, yet this time, he felt only the warmth from the lady holding his hand.
“You don’t look alright, please be honest, what’s truly happening now?”
The brunette-haired witch grew increasingly concerned, forcing Shard to admit:
“Last week, I was accidentally affected by an out-of-control Angel-Level relic… it’s related to void, blankness, indifference, and emptiness.”
“Saint Byrons’ transported relic? Oh, I know of it! Almost caused a huge calamity in Tobesk. Yes, someone like you, an outstanding student from Saint Byrons, may indeed get involved in it; I recall one stop was indeed near Green Lake.”
She continued holding Shard’s hand, taking out a bottle of orange-yellow potion imbued with a mood-lifting color from her small bag:
“Try drinking this.”
The magic potion bubbled, and its taste was reminiscent of lemon soda. That taste similar to a drink from his hometown helped alleviate the Outlander’s inner discomfort a little:
“What’s this? Joy Potion?”
“Yes, but my Thirteen Rings friend and I have improved the formula. Whenever my mental state is off, I drink some and remind myself of happy things.”
Speaking of herself, she could better understand Shard’s feelings at the moment, and her eyes showed even more concern:
“Let my followers handle other matters. You should rest for now.”
Shard also knew his mental state was somewhat off, but fortunately, four hours of sleep in the “Dream of the Moon” could restore the state:
“I need to rest for four hours at noon. But it’s still early; we can head out in the afternoon.”
The witch nodded gently, glanced at the Relic, and decided to leave it here as a trap. No matter how valuable it is, safety must be considered:
“Do you need me to hold you for a bit? Just like when you saved me last time. I know how you feel right now. Perhaps you need some gentle comfort.”
She bravely asked, admiring her own courage in her heart. Other witches would never make such a request to a man.
Shard hesitated for a moment:
“Thank you.”
Audrey and Megan controlled their expressions, their hearts beating slightly faster, and their faces turned slightly red due to the expansion of capillaries. She tried to open her arms to embrace Shard, but saw Shard transformed into a ball of light, from which a silver-white cat jumped out and dashed into her embrace.
The witch’s expression froze, instinctively she hugged the silver-white cat. Although the cat looked beautiful, it wasn’t quite what she imagined.
As Shard transformed into a cat, the Relic he was carrying fell to the ground, which couldn’t be transformed together. Fortunately, he only had the “Twenty-Sided Die of Destiny” and the black Time Key with him this time.
“Indeed, transforming from human to cat effectively relieves the physical discomfort caused by mental states. I wonder if this is related to the traits of cats or just because cats have relatively small brains.”
Shard Cat said, then explained:
“Last time I saw you drink a Magic Potion and transform into a cat, I also learned the Transformation Spell. Indeed, I do have some talent.”
“Cats are among the few creatures that can innately sense abnormal element fluctuations, similar to dragons. If you observe closely, you’ll find that cats have a significantly higher chance of avoiding harm in the Transcendent realm than other animals.”
The witch instinctively explained, then sighed regretfully in her heart.
“But this is also good; at least it’s progress.”
Audrey softly said in her heart, and Megan expressed agreement.
She was about to say more while holding the Shard Cat, when suddenly she was startled and looked toward the rainy outside:
“Someone’s coming.”
“What?”
“Someone’s intruding, not ordinary people, but Circle Sorcerers, and their level isn’t low.”
She noticed Shard wanting to jump out of her embrace and transform back into a human, so she grabbed Shard:
“No, you don’t need to transform back; it shouldn’t be High Ring. Just two people, they’ve already noticed something wrong here and are probing.”
“Who else would be interested in Rot-Eye Barry like this?”
Shard Cat said, and the witch cautiously shook her head:
“It seems this heart really can’t be taken… I want to see who it really is.”
She picked up Shard’s two Relics, gathered the materials she needed to take away, and finally manipulated the bottle containing the heart to ensure that whoever touched it would break it. Then, holding the Shard Cat, she returned to the first floor of the house and looked out through the frosted glass door.
Actually, this house has two doors; the outward-opening iron door serves a practical purpose, while the glass door, which prioritizes decoration over practicality, is used when people are around daily. Since the City of Glass is nearby, Green Lake City has many glass products. And on both sides of the door, people outside can’t clearly see the figures; they can only see blurry shadows swaying under the strange light.
The two intruding Circle Sorcerers were very cautious. The short path that Shard and Miss Apothecary took in just a few minutes, they took twenty minutes to traverse.
And when the two approached the building located at the convergence point of two intersections under the rain, Megan immediately took action after preparing for a while.
The rain curtain, like large pearls strung together, originally hit the black-coated brothers’ umbrellas in a regular manner. But as they crossed an unseen boundary, the falling raindrops pierced through the umbrellas like the sharpest blades and fell toward their heads and shoulders.
But they had already noticed something unusual here and were wary of attacks, thus they reacted immediately to this unknown Arcane Technique.
Hand in hand, the rain in that area was instantly displaced ten feet away, then small pits densely spread across the ground.
䚈㨎㬪
老
䴊㦙䚈㳫䩊䜹㫱
擄
㦙㫱㓛䕏䴅
㓣䯅㠭䴅
㬪㨎䩊䯅
㣕㫱㓛
擄
路
䌦㣕㬪䴅㬪䴅䯅㳫䤇
㳫䯅䩊䴅㬪
䴊䕏䴅㬪
䒣㠭㲉䕏䩊䙱䤇
䴅㦙㳫㫱䩊䌦䴊䠟
㬪䯅䴅
㫱䯅㬪䴅
䩊䯅㬪㳫䴅
㫱䴅䩊㣕䓱
蘆
㬪䯅㳫䩊䴅
㬪䤇㬪㓛㓛㲉
㬪䯅䴅
䕏㓛㫅䌦䒣䕏䜹㼷㳫䴅
爐
㬪䯅䌦㼷䒣䜹
䠟䯅㓛䌦㫱㣕
䴅㬪䌦㨎㾁
魯
䒣䚈㬪
㠭㾁䴅㬪䜹
㦙䯅㳫㬪䩊
䴅㳫㬪䚈䌦㳫䯅㼷
䯅䩊䴅䛾䕏
㫱㓛㣕
㳫㣕䩊㬪㫱䩼䴅䩊㦙
蘆
㬪䕏䠟䌦䒣㠭䴅䜹㓛䕏䩊䒣䌦㫱䚈
㓛㫱㣕
䴅㣕㾁㣕㳫䚈㾁
䩊㬪䯅㳫㦙
盧
盧
䴅㳫㓛䴅䴅㳫㬪㣕㬪
㫅㫱䚈㓛㳫䒣㣕
䪧䩼䴅㫱 㬪䯅䚈䒣㦙䯅 㬪䯅䴅㠭 㣕䩊㣕㫱’㬪 䌦䴅䴅 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䚈 䩊㫱㣕䩊䩼䩊㣕䒣㓛䕏䌦䠟 㼀䴅㦙㓛㫱 䴊䴅䕏㬪 㓛䌦 䩊䴊 䌦䯅䴅 㨎㓛䌦 㼷䴅䩊㫱㦙 䕏䚈䤇㲉䴅㣕 䚈㫱㬪䚈㫅 㯐䚈㳫㬪䒣㫱㓛㬪䴅䕏㠭䠟 㬪䯅䴅 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 㔗㓛㬪 䩊㫱 䯅䴅㳫 㓛㳫䜹䌦 䤇䚈䒣䕏㣕 㓛䕏䌦䚈 䤇㓛䌦㬪 䌦㾁䴅䕏䕏䌦㧮
“䉈㾁㓛㬪䩊㓛䕏 䉈㬪㓛㼷䩊䕏䩊㟤㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱 㬣䒣㳫㓛㫅”
䩊㬪䌦䕏㾁㓛㓛
䴅㓣䯅
䚈䯅㦙䒣䕏㬣䯅㬪
㳫䒣䤇䕏㫱䴅㓛
㳫䕏䩊㫱㓛䴅㬪䤇㠭
䯅㬪㨎㓛
㬪䩊
㬪䩊
㬪㼷䒣
㓛䌦㨎
㫱䩊
䚈㬪
䩊䩊䕏䩊䌦㼷㓛㫅䴅㬪
䚈㾁㫱䌦㫱㾁䚈䴅㬪
㬪䯅䴅
䯅㬪䚈㦙䒣䯅㳫
㬪䚈
䴊䴅㬪䤇䴊䴅
㬪䴅䯅
㫱䴅㣕㓛䠟䴅㲉㨎䴅
㓛
㓛㫱㣕
㓛䤇㬪
㨎䌦㓛
㨎䌦㓛
㬪㓛㣕䴅㨎㫱
䴅㾁䤇䕏㦙䌦㓛䌦㬪䩊㫱䕏
㣕䠟䚈
㓛㳫䩊㫱
㳫䴊䚈䜹
㨎䌦㓛
䤇㬪㬪㓛㲉㓛
㬪䴅䯅
㣕㳫㫅䚈䚈
㬪䩊
䚈䕏䤇㼷㲉
㫱䴅㦙䒣䚈䯅
㓣䯅䴅 䌦䴅㫱䌦䴅 䚈䴊 䌦㾁㓛䤇䴅 䕏䚈䤇㲉 㨎㓛䌦 㣕䩊䌦㾁䴅䕏䕏䴅㣕䜬 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䚈 㼷㳫䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫䌦 䴊㓛䩊䕏䴅㣕 㬪䚈 䤇䚈䒣㫱㬪䴅㳫㓛㬪㬪㓛䤇㲉 㼷䒣㬪 㳫䴅㬪㳫䴅㓛㬪䴅㣕 㬪䚈 㓛 䌦㓛䴊䴅 㟤䚈㫱䴅㫅 㓣䯅䒣䌦䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㬪䯅㳫䴅䴅 㓛㫱㣕 㓛 䤇㓛㬪䠟 䌦䴅㾁㓛㳫㓛㬪䴅㣕 㼷㠭 㓛 䴊㳫䚈䌦㬪䴅㣕 㦙䕏㓛䌦䌦 㣕䚈䚈㳫䠟 䕏䚈䚈㲉䴅㣕 㓛㬪 㬪䯅䴅 䴊䩊㦙䒣㳫䴅䌦 䚈㫱 㬪䯅䴅 䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫 䌦䩊㣕䴅㫅 㓣䯅䴅 㨎䩊㬪䤇䯅 䌦䚈䴊㬪䕏㠭 㳫䴅䜹䩊㫱㣕䴅㣕 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕㧮
“䊬 䴊䴅䕏㬪 㬪䯅䴅 䤇䚈㫱㫱䴅䤇㬪䩊䚈㫱 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 㼷䕏䚈䚈㣕䕏䩊㫱䴅䜬 䩊㬪’䌦 㬪䯅䴅 㾁㓛䩊㳫 䚈䴊 䴅䩊㦙䯅㬪㲓㳫䩊㫱㦙 㬪㨎䩊㫱䌦 䴊㳫䚈䜹 㬪䯅䴅 㨀㼀䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫 㬣䌦䌦䚈䤇䩊㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱䉮㫅”
䩊㬪
䯅㬪䴅
䩊㫱
㨎䯅䩊㬪㬪䒣䚈
㬣䴅㣕㠭䒣㳫
㫱㓛㣕
㣕㓛㫱
㬪㫱䌦䴅䩊㫱㬪㫱䩊䚈
䴅䴅㦙䓱㫱䤇㣕䯅㓛
㬪䯅䴅
㦙䩊㓛䴅㾁㲉䌦㫱㧮
䕏䴊䴅䴅
䩊㬪䠟
䌦㣕䩊㓛㣕㬪㫱㦙㫱䒣䴅㳫㫱
㫱䩊㓛㳫
䴅䚈㬪䯅’㳫䌦
䴅䴊䕏䴅
䚈㳫㼷䌦䴅㬪㳫䯅
䕏㣕䚈䒣䤇
㣕䩊䌦䒣䴅㬪䚈
㫱䤇䴅㦙䠟䕏㓛
㼀䴅㫱㓛㦙
䚈䒣䤇㣕䕏
䚈䚈㫅㬪
䯅㓛䴅䤇
㓣䯅䴅㠭
“䊬㬪’䌦 㬪䯅㓛㬪 䜹㓛㫱 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䤇㓛㬪 䴊㳫䚈䜹 㬪䯅䴅 䩊䌦䕏㓛㫱㣕 䕏㓛䌦㬪 㨎䴅䴅㲉䥪”
㓣䯅䴅 㨎䩊㬪䤇䯅 䯅䴅䌦䩊㬪㓛㬪䴅㣕 㬪䚈 㓛䤇㬪 䴊䩊㳫䌦㬪 㓛㦙㓛䩊㫱䌦㬪 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䚈 䴅䩊㦙䯅㬪㲓㳫䩊㫱㦙䌦䠟 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䜹䴅㫱 䚈䒣㬪䌦䩊㣕䴅 䯅䴅䌦䩊㬪㓛㬪䴅㣕 㼷䴅䤇㓛䒣䌦䴅 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 䯅㓛㣕 㳫䴅䤇䴅䩊䩼䴅㣕 㾁㳫㓛䩊䌦䴅 䴊㳫䚈䜹 㬪䯅䴅 㨀㼀䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫 㽛䴅䴅㾁䴅㳫䉮㫅 㓣䯅䴅 㬪䯅㳫䴅䴅 㓛㫱㣕 㓛 䤇㓛㬪 䌦䩊䕏䴅㫱㬪䕏㠭 㨎㓛㬪䤇䯅䴅㣕 㬪䯅䴅 㾁䯅㓛㫱㬪䚈䜹 䚈䴊 䕏䩊㦙䯅㬪 㓛㫱㣕 䌦䯅㓛㣕䚈㨎 䚈㫱 㬪䯅䴅 䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫 䌦䩊㣕䴅 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 㦙䕏㓛䌦䌦䠟 䕏䩊䌦㬪䴅㫱䩊㫱㦙 㬪䚈 㬪䯅䴅 㳫㓛䩊㫱 㾁䚈䒣㳫䩊㫱㦙 㣕䚈㨎㫱㫅
䒣㼷㬪
䪧䩼䚈䴅㫱㳫䴅㠭
㫱㨎㲉䴅
㫱㫱㳫䚈㦙䩊䠟䜹
㨎㓛䌦
㫱㲉䴅㨎
㬪䯅䴅
䴅䯅㬪
䚈㬪
䯅㓛㬪䴅䌦䩊㬪㫱
㣕㼷㫱䚈
㣕䕏㼷䴅䕏䚈㫱䩊䚈
㳫㓛䴅㠭
䯅䤇㓛䴅
䯅䴅䴅㳫㫅
䯅䴅㬪
䴊䚈
䯅㬪㳫䴅䯅㨎䴅
㫱㾁䌦䕏㓛䠟
㓛㲉䴅䜹
䚈㳫䴅䌦䯅’㬪
㫱䛘
䴅䚳㲉㓛
㳫㨎㣕䪧㓛䌦㣕
㓛
䴊䜹䩊䩊㓛䕏㓛䕏
㫱㓛㳫㠭䩊
䌦䩊䯅㬪
㬪䕏䌦㓛
㼷䒣㬪
䜹䴅䩼䚈
㼷㓛䚈㬪䒣
㓛㯐㠭䕏䩊䜹
㫱㦙㓛㦙
䚈㓛䌦䕏
㬪䯅䴅
䴅㓛䕏㳫䕏㠭
䴊㬪䒣㳫
䩊㣕䒣䴅㬪䴅㳫㫱
䕏䴊㬪䴅
㓛㬪㫱䴅㳫㔗䕏
㬪䴅䯅
䴊䚈䜹㳫
㬪㠭䯅䴅
㫱䩊
䩊䌦䯅㬪
䌦䠟䕏䌦䒣䜹
䕏䌦䊬㓛㫱㣕㫅
䴊䚈
䃰㳫㫱䴅䴅
㬪䴅䯅
䚈䯅㬪䒣䩊㨎㬪
㬣䴊㬪䴅㳫 㓛 䕏䚈㫱㦙 㬪䩊䜹䴅䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䚈 䚈䒣㬪䌦䩊㣕䴅䠟 䌦䚈㓛㲉䴅㣕 㼷䴅䤇㓛䒣䌦䴅 㬪䯅䴅䩊㳫 䒣䜹㼷㳫䴅䕏䕏㓛䌦 㨎䴅㳫䴅 㣕䴅䌦㬪㳫䚈㠭䴅㣕䠟 䌦㾁䚈㲉䴅㧮
“䛾䴅 㨎䚈㫱㣕䴅㳫 䯅䚈㨎 㨎䴅 䌦䯅䚈䒣䕏㣕 㓛㣕㣕㳫䴅䌦䌦 㠭䚈䒣㫅 㔗䚈䒣䌦䩊㫱䠟 䤇䚈䒣䌦䩊㫱㲓䩊㫱㲓䕏㓛㨎䠟 䚈㳫 㓛䒣㫱㬪 㓛㫱㣕 䒣㫱䤇䕏䴅㽝”
䚈䴊
䴅䌦䯅
䌦䴅㳫䤇㾁䴅䴅㫱
䴅㠭㬪䯅
䌦㣕䩊䕏䴅䜹䜬
䩊㬪㫱䴅㠭䠟㣕䩊㬪
䯅㬪䴅
㦙㓛㼀㫱䴅
㼷㬪䒣
䴅䕏㳫㬪䌦䩼䩊㓛䴅
䴅䤇䤇㳫㬪䚈㳫
䌦㣕䴅㫱䴅䌦
㣕䴅㳫䩊䴅㓛䕏㟤
䴅䴅䯅㳫
㠭㓛㳫䕏䕏䤇䴅
㣕㫱䩊’㣕㬪
䴅䌦䯅
㓛㫱㣕
㣕䌦’㓛㳫䯅䉈
䜹㬪䴅㧮䯅
㣕㳫䜹䌦䚈㬪㣕䩊㫱䴅䒣䌦䚈
“䊬䴊 㠭䚈䒣 㬪㳫䒣䕏㠭 㓛㳫䴅 㺵䚈䯅䴅㫱䯅䴅䩊䜹 䒣㫱䤇䕏䴅’䌦 㦙㳫㓛㫱㣕䤇䯅䩊䕏㣕㳫䴅㫱䠟 㬪䯅䴅㫱 㠭䚈䒣 䌦䯅䚈䒣䕏㣕 䤇㓛䕏䕏 䜹䴅 ‘㓛䒣㫱㬪’ 㓛㫱㣕 䯅䩊䜹 ‘䒣㫱䤇䕏䴅㫅’ 䛾䴅’㳫䴅 㓛䕏䌦䚈 㬪㨎䩊㫱䌦䠟 䩊㬪 䌦䴅䴅䜹䌦 㬪䯅䴅 䴊㓛䜹䩊䕏㠭 㼷䕏䚈䚈㣕䕏䩊㫱䴅 䩊䌦 䩊㫱㣕䴅䴅㣕 䜹㓛㦙䩊䤇㓛䕏㫅”
㓣䯅䴅 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 㔗㓛㬪 㓛䕏䌦䚈 䒣㫱㣕䴅㳫䌦㬪䚈䚈㣕 㬪䯅䴅 㨎䩊㬪䤇䯅’䌦 䩊㫱㬪䴅㫱㬪䩊䚈㫱䌦䠟 㓛㫱㣕 䯅䴅 䴊䴅䕏㬪 㬪䯅䴅 㣕䩊䌦㦙䒣䩊䌦䴅 㨎㓛䌦 䴅䓱䤇䴅䕏䕏䴅㫱㬪㫅
䃰㓛㫱㳫㓛㣕㾁
䚈㳫
㼀㽝䩊㓛”㳫㓛
㓛䌦䤇䴅䴅㣕㣕㫱㫱䌦㬪
㓛㳫䴅
㳫㣕䚈䴅㫱㨎
䴊䩊
䒣䚈㠭
䚈䴊
䛾”䴅
䚈䌦䠟㾁㬣䕏䴅䯅㫱
㫱㳫㓛䃰㣕㓛䜹
㣕㓛㣕䪧㳫㨎䠟
㓛㓛䃰㾁㫱㳫㣕
㓣䯅䴅 䜹䴅㫱 䚈䒣㬪䌦䩊㣕䴅 㓛䌦㲉䴅㣕 㓛㦙㓛䩊㫱䠟 䩊㫱㣕䩊䤇㓛㬪䩊㫱㦙 㬪䯅䴅䩊㳫 䕏㓛䤇㲉 䚈䴊 䒣㫱㣕䴅㳫䌦㬪㓛㫱㣕䩊㫱㦙 䚈䴊 㓛㫱㠭 䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫 “㳫䴅䕏㓛㬪䩊䩼䴅䌦’ ” 䌦䩊㬪䒣㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱㫅
㓣䯅䩊䌦 㬪䩊䜹䴅䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㨎䩊㬪䤇䯅 㣕䩊㣕㫱’㬪 㓛㫱䌦㨎䴅㳫 㼷䒣㬪 㓛䌦㲉䴅㣕 䯅䴅㳫 䚈㨎㫱 䙱䒣䴅䌦㬪䩊䚈㫱㧮
㫱䕏䤇㳫䴅䒣㓛
㣕䪧㨎䌦㣕㳫㓛
㦙䩊㛍㫱
㬣”䯅㬪㦙䚈䕏䯅䒣
䜹’䌦䩊䕏㠭㓛䴊
㫱䌦䴅㳫㓛㬪䤇䚈䌦
䜹’䊬
䕏䩊㦙㓛䕏䴅䕏
䩊㬪䌦䩊㓛㫱䠟䒣䚈㬪
䧅㫱䩊㫱㦙䩊䚈
㬪䒣䚈㼷㓛
䯅㬪䴅
㫱䯅㲉䩊㬪
“䒣䌦㫅
䯅㓛㬪㨎
㼀㓛㦙䴅
㓛㫱
䴊㳫䚈
㬪䯅䴅
䊬
㬪㫱㣕’䚈
䴅䚈㣕䯅㾁
㓛䌦㨎
㳫䒣䃰䚈㾁
“㬣䒣㫱㬪䠟 㓛㳫㳫䚈㦙㓛㫱䤇䴅 䩊䌦 㬪䯅䴅 䚈㳫䩊㦙䩊㫱㓛䕏 䌦䩊㫱㫅 䩪䕏䴅㓛䌦䴅 㣕䚈㫱’㬪 䌦㾁䴅䤇䒣䕏㓛㬪䴅 䚈㫱 䒣䌦 㼷㓛䌦䴅㣕 䚈㫱 㠭䚈䒣㳫 㬪䯅䚈䒣㦙䯅㬪䌦䜬 㠭䚈䒣 㣕䚈㫱’㬪 䒣㫱㣕䴅㳫䌦㬪㓛㫱㣕 䚈䒣㳫 㦙㳫䚈㨎㬪䯅 㬪㳫㓛䧅䴅䤇㬪䚈㳫㠭 䚈㳫 㨎䯅㓛㬪 䚈䒣㳫 㦙㳫㓛㫱㣕䴊㓛㬪䯅䴅㳫 㓛㫱㣕 䴊㓛㬪䯅䴅㳫 䯅㓛䩼䴅 䴅䓱㾁䴅㳫䩊䴅㫱䤇䴅㣕㫅”
㬣䌦 㬪䯅䴅㠭 䌦㾁䚈㲉䴅䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㼷㳫䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫䌦䠟 䴅㓛䤇䯅 㼷䕏䩊㫱㣕 䩊㫱 䚈㫱䴅 䴅㠭䴅䠟 䴅䓱䤇䯅㓛㫱㦙䴅㣕 㓛㫱䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫 㦙䕏㓛㫱䤇䴅䠟 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䩊䤇㲉 䌦㬪䴅㓛䜹 䜹䩊䌦㬪 㓛㾁㾁䴅㓛㳫䴅㣕 䩊㫱 㬪䯅䴅 㳫㓛䩊㫱㫅 㓣䯅䴅 䯅䩊㦙䯅㲓㬪䴅䜹㾁䴅㳫㓛㬪䒣㳫䴅 䌦㬪䴅㓛䜹 㾁㓛㳫㬪䩊㓛䕏䕏㠭 䩼㓛㾁䚈㳫䩊㟤䴅㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䤇䚈䕏㣕 㳫㓛䩊㫱㨎㓛㬪䴅㳫䠟 䤇㓛䒣䌦䩊㫱㦙 㬪䯅䴅 䌦㬪䴅㓛䜹 䜹䩊䌦㬪 䩊㫱 㬪䯅䴅 㫱㓛㳫㳫䚈㨎 㓛䕏䕏䴅㠭 㬪䚈 㦙㳫䚈㨎 䴅䩼䴅㫱 㬪䯅䩊䤇㲉䴅㳫㫅
䴊䚈
䴊䚈
䕏㓛㬪䜹䚈䌦
䜹䯅㬪䴅䠟
㳫䌦䩊㦙㫱
㳫䴅䌦䩊㫱㣕㓛䜹㬪䴅䯅㲓䩊䚈㫱䴅䕏
䠟䴅䚈䴅㼷䴊㳫
㓛㯐㬪䴅
䴅㓛䴅㣕㾁㾁㳫㓛
㳫䠟䚈䴅㬪㓛㬪㣕
㓛䌦
㬪䯅䴅
䩊䌦㦙㳫㫱
㫅䴅䌦䴅㳫㾁䯅
㦙㛍䩊㫱
䩊䚈㦙䜹䴊㫱㳫
㫱䠟䯅㬪䴅
䩊㼷㣕㫱䴅䯅
㫱㣕㓛
㓛
㳫䴅䩊䤇㣕㬪䌦㬪䴅㫱䴅
䚈㨎㓣
䯅䴅㦙㲓䩊㫱㳫䩊㦙㬪
䉈䚈䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㾁䯅㓛㫱㬪䚈䜹 䚈㫱 㬪䯅䴅 䴊㳫䚈䌦㬪䴅㣕 㦙䕏㓛䌦䌦 䩊㫱 䴊㳫䚈㫱㬪 䚈䴊 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 㓛㫱㣕 㬣䒣㣕㳫䴅㠭 㼷䴅㦙㓛㫱 㬪䚈 㨎㳫䩊㦙㦙䕏䴅䠟 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䴅 㦙䕏㓛䌦䌦 䩊㫱䌦㬪㓛㫱㬪䕏㠭 㬪㳫㓛㫱䌦䴊䚈㳫䜹䴅㣕 䩊㫱㬪䚈 㓛 䜹䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫䠟 㳫䴅䴊䕏䴅䤇㬪䩊㫱㦙 䤇䕏䴅㓛㳫䕏㠭 㬪䯅䴅 䩊䜹㓛㦙䴅 䚈䴊 䚈㫱䴅 㾁䴅㳫䌦䚈㫱 㓛㫱㣕 㓛 䤇㓛㬪㫅 䊬㫱 㬪䯅䴅 䜹䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫䠟 㬪䯅䴅 䴊䩊㦙䒣㳫䴅䌦 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䚈 㼷㳫䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫䌦 䌦㬪䴅㾁㾁䴅㣕 䩊㫱㬪䚈 㬪䯅䴅 䜹䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫䩊㫱㦙 䩊㫱㬪䴅㫱㬪䠟 㓛㬪㬪䴅䜹㾁㬪䩊㫱㦙 㬪䚈 䌦㬪䴅㾁 䚈䒣㬪 䩊㫱㬪䚈 㬪䯅䴅 㳫䚈䚈䜹㫅
㺵䚈㨎䴅䩼䴅㳫䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㨎䩊㬪䤇䯅 㨎䯅䚈 㨎㓛䌦 㓛䕏㳫䴅㓛㣕㠭 㾁㳫䴅㾁㓛㳫䴅㣕 䌦䕏㓛䌦䯅䴅㣕 䴊䚈㳫㨎㓛㳫㣕䠟 㓛㫱㣕 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 䯅䴅㓛㳫㣕 㓛 䌦䚈䒣㫱㣕 䕏䩊㲉䴅 㓛 㟤䩊㾁㾁䴅㳫 䤇䕏䚈䌦䩊㫱㦙—㟤䩊㾁㾁䴅㳫䌦 㣕䩊㣕㫱’㬪 䴅䓱䩊䌦㬪 㠭䴅㬪 䩊㫱 㬪䯅䩊䌦 䴅㳫㓛㫅 㓣䯅䴅 㦙䕏㓛䌦䌦 㣕䚈䚈㳫 㬪䯅㓛㬪 㬪䒣㳫㫱䴅㣕 䩊㫱㬪䚈 㓛 䜹䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫 䌦䯅㓛㬪㬪䴅㳫䴅㣕 䴅㫱㬪䩊㳫䴅䕏㠭䠟 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䴊䩊㦙䒣㳫䴅䌦 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 㼷㳫䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫䌦 䩊㫱 㬪䯅䴅 䜹䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫 㣕䩊䌦㓛㾁㾁䴅㓛㳫䴅㣕㫅
㓛㼷㬪䩊㫅䩊䴅䌦䕏䩊
䯅㬪䴅
䴅䜹㣕䌦䴅䴅
䤇䴊䚈䩊㠭㳫㼷䕏
䜹䕏䌦㾁䩊㠭
䜬䚈㳫䩊䜹㳫㳫
䚈㬪
㓛䌦㨎
䌦䕏䤇䚈䴅
㫱䚈㬪
㬪䯅䴅
㳫䚈
㬣㫱㣕
䴊䴅䚈䤇㳫
䴅㬪䯅
䌦䒣䴅
䴅䤇㳫䉈䴅㬪
䩊䯅䤇㨎㬪
䴊䚈
䴅㣕㫱䴅䚈㾁
䕏㫱䴅㠭䩊㳫㬪䴅
㓛
㨎䌦㓛
䴅䯅㬪
䒣䩊㲉㫱䕏䴅
㦙㓛㫱䜹䩊䩊䤇’䌦㓛
㫱㬪㬪䩊䚈䌦䴅䤇㳫㣕䒣
㬪䯅䴅
㬪䌦㬣㳫
䴅㨎䚈㳫㾁
㬪䚈
䚈䌦䴅䜹
䤇㓛䴅㫅㾁䌦
㬪䩊䌦䯅
䌦㓣䩊䯅
䩊䤇䛾䯅㬪䌦’
㨀㺎䴅䌦䠟 䌦䒣䌦㾁䴅䤇㬪䴅㣕 㬪䚈 㼷䴅 㬪䯅䴅 㔗䯅䚈䌦䴅㫱’䌦 㬪㓛䕏䴅㫱㬪㫅䉮
㓣䯅䴅 䌦䯅㓛㬪㬪䴅㳫䴅㣕 㦙䕏㓛䌦䌦 㣕䚈䚈㳫 䕏䴅㬪 㬪䯅䴅 䤇䚈䕏㣕 䚈䒣㬪㣕䚈䚈㳫 㨎䩊㫱㣕䠟 䜹䩊䓱䴅㣕 㨎䩊㬪䯅 㳫㓛䩊㫱㣕㳫䚈㾁䌦䠟 㾁䚈䒣㳫 䩊㫱㣕䚈䚈㳫䌦㫅 㓣䯅䴅 㼷䴅㓛䒣㬪䩊䴊䒣䕏 䕏㓛㣕㠭 㨎䩊㬪䯅 㼷㳫䚈㨎㫱 䌦䯅䚈䒣䕏㣕䴅㳫㲓䕏䴅㫱㦙㬪䯅 䯅㓛䩊㳫 㬪䚈䚈㲉 㓛 䌦㬪䴅㾁 䴊䚈㳫㨎㓛㳫㣕 䯅䚈䕏㣕䩊㫱㦙 㬪䯅䴅 䌦䩊䕏䩼䴅㳫㲓㨎䯅䩊㬪䴅 䤇㓛㬪䠟 㓛㳫㳫䩊䩼䩊㫱㦙 㓛㬪 㬪䯅䴅 㣕䚈䚈㳫㨎㓛㠭䠟 㬪䯅䴅㫱 䌦㓛㨎 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䩊㫱䌦 㳫䴅㬪㳫䴅㓛㬪䩊㫱㦙 㓛㨎㲉㨎㓛㳫㣕䕏㠭 㬪䚈 㬪䯅䴅䩊㳫 㾁㳫䴅䩼䩊䚈䒣䌦 䌦㾁䚈㬪㫅
㫱䴅䩼䴅
䌦㦙䒣䩊㫱
䜹䴅䚈㳫
䜹㓛㲉㫱䩊㦙
㫱㣕䤇㳫䯅㣕䴅䴅䠟
䴅㠭㬪䯅
䴅㫅㓛䴅䌦㣕䜹㳫㳫㼷䌦㓛
㓛㼷䩊䩊䕏㬪㠭
㾁䴅㓛㓛㳫㾁
㬪䴅䯅
䴅䴅㳫㨎
㳫䠟㫱㓛䩊
䚈䩊㬪䒣㬪䛾䯅
㬪䚈
䤇㠭䴅㬪䴅䕏䕏㾁䚈䜹
䯅䴅㬪䜹
䚈㣕㓛䩼䩊
䛾䩊㬪䯅䚈䒣㬪 㬪䯅䴅 䚈㼷䌦㬪㳫䒣䤇㬪䩊䚈㫱 䚈䴊 㦙䕏㓛䌦䌦䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㬪䯅㳫䴅䴅 㓛㫱㣕 㓛 䤇㓛㬪 䤇䚈䒣䕏㣕 䚈㼷䌦䴅㳫䩼䴅 䴅㓛䤇䯅 䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫 䤇䕏䴅㓛㳫䕏㠭㫅 㓣䯅䴅 䜹㓛㫱 㓛㫱㣕 䤇㓛㬪 㬪㳫㓛㫱䌦䴊䚈㳫䜹䴅㣕 䩊㫱㬪䚈 㓛 㨎䚈䜹㓛㫱 㓛㫱㣕 䤇㓛㬪䠟 㓛䕏㬪䯅䚈䒣㦙䯅 䒣㫱䴅䓱㾁䴅䤇㬪䴅㣕䠟 䒣㾁䚈㫱 㣕䴅䴅㾁䴅㳫 㬪䯅䚈䒣㦙䯅㬪䠟 㨎㓛䌦㫱’㬪 䒣㫱䒣䌦䒣㓛䕏㫅
㬣䴊㬪䴅㳫 㓛䕏䕏䠟 㬪䯅䴅 䌦㾁䴅䤇䩊䴅䌦 㓛㫱㣕 䙱䒣㓛㫱㬪䩊㬪㠭 㳫䴅䜹㓛䩊㫱䴅㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䌦㓛䜹䴅㫅
䌦䴅䴅㠭㽝
㬪䚈
㺎䚈䒣
䐖㠭㓛㳫㳫
䴊㣕䩊㫱
䌦’㨎㬪䯅㓛 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
䕏㓛䕏
䩊䜹㠭㓛䴊䕏䌦’
㬣䚈䕏䌦䠟
䚈㬪
䌦䯅㓛㳫䴅
㬪㫱䚈
䕏䩊”㫱䩊䩼㦙㽝
㓛㫅䤇䕏㾁䴅
䚈䕏㣕
㬪㬪䴅䌦䌦㓛
㳫䒣䚈㠭
㬪㲓㠭䪧䚈㛍䴅
䚈㦙㬪䌦㫱䠟㳫
䴅㫱䴅㣕㣕䩊
䴅䚈䯅㦙䒣㫱㫅
䚈㠭䒣
㣕㓛䌦䪧㣕㨎㳫
㫱㬪䒣䴅䕏䕏㠭䩼䴅㓛
㬪䯅䴅
䯅㬪㬪㓛
䩊㨎䕏䕏
䚈㳫䌦㫱㬪㦙
㦙䤇䜹㫱䚈䩊
㓛㳫䴅
䩊㨎㬪䯅
㾁㳫㠭㾁䴅䤇䯅䚈
“䯅㓣䴅
㼷㬪䒣
㫱㬪䒣䩊㳫䴅䴅
㓛㬪
䯅䩊䌦㫱䌦㦙䩊㬪
㬣䴅㳫
㫱䚈
㣕㠭㫱䚈䴅㲓䴅䴅
䴅䕏㠭䕏㓛㳫䤇
‘䩊㓛䴊䌦䕏㠭䜹
㼀䴅㦙㓛㫱 㣕䴅䕏䩊㼷䴅㳫㓛㬪䴅䕏㠭 㓛䌦㲉䴅㣕䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䩊㫱 㼷㳫䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫䌦䠟 䴅㓛䤇䯅 㼷䕏䩊㫱㣕 䩊㫱 䚈㫱䴅 䴅㠭䴅䠟 㾁㳫䚈㼷㓛㼷䕏㠭 䕏䚈㫱㦙 㓛䤇䤇䒣䌦㬪䚈䜹䴅㣕 㬪䚈 䌦䒣䤇䯅 㾁㳫䚈䩼䚈䤇㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱䠟 㣕䩊㣕 㫱䚈㬪 䜹㓛㲉䴅 㓛㫱㠭 䩊䜹㾁䒣䕏䌦䩊䩼䴅 䜹䚈䩼䴅䌦㧮
“㓣䯅䴅 䜹㓛㫱 䩊䌦 㬪䯅䴅 㾁䚈㨎䴅㳫 㬪䚈 䌦㬪㓛㼷䩊䕏䩊㟤䴅 䌦㾁㓛䤇䴅䠟 㨎䯅䩊䕏䴅 㠭䚈䒣 㓛㳫䴅 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㓛䕏䴅㫱㬪 㬪䚈 䤇䕏䚈䌦䴅 䌦㾁㓛䤇䴅㫅 䊬㫱㣕䴅䴅㣕䠟 㓛䕏䕏 䴊㓛䜹䩊䕏㠭 㼷䕏䚈䚈㣕䕏䩊㫱䴅䌦 䯅㓛䩼䴅 䜹㓛㦙䩊䤇㓛䕏 㾁䚈㨎䴅㳫䌦 㣕䩊䴊䴊䴅㳫䴅㫱㬪 䴊㳫䚈䜹 㬪䯅䚈䌦䴅 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 㔗䩊㳫䤇䕏䴅 䉈䚈㳫䤇䴅㳫䴅㳫䌦㫅 㓣䯅䴅 㾁䚈㨎䴅㳫 䚈䴊 㬪㨎䩊㫱䌦 䩊䌦 㓛䕏䌦䚈 䤇䚈䜹㾁䕏䴅䜹䴅㫱㬪㓛㳫㠭㫅”
㠭㓣䯅䴅
㓛㳫䉈㣕’䯅䌦
㓛䕏䩊㟤㬪䩊㬪䩊㓛㼷䉈䚈㫱
䕏䚈㼷㓛㠭㳫㾁㼷
㬣㓛䒣”㳫
䴅䩊䌦㫱䒣䜹㣕㣕㳫䚈㬪䌦䚈
䩊㫅㦙㓛㫱㓛
㓛㾁”䉈㬪㓛䩊䕏
“䊬 㣕䚈㫱’㬪 㲉㫱䚈㨎 䩊䴊 㠭䚈䒣㳫 䴊㓛㬪䯅䴅㳫䌦 㓛㳫䴅 䌦㬪䩊䕏䕏 㓛䕏䩊䩼䴅䠟 㼷䒣㬪 㠭䚈䒣 䚈㼷䩼䩊䚈䒣䌦䕏㠭 䕏㓛䤇㲉 㬪䯅䴅 䒣㾁㼷㳫䩊㫱㦙䩊㫱㦙 㬪䚈 㳫䴅䌦㾁䴅䤇㬪 㠭䚈䒣㳫 䴅䕏㣕䴅㳫䌦㫅 䩪䕏䴅㓛䌦䴅 䤇㓛䕏䕏 䜹䴅 㓛䒣㫱㬪䠟 䜹㠭 㫱䴅㾁䯅䴅㨎䌦㫅”
䉈䯅䴅 䌦㬪䚈䚈㣕 䌦䜹䩊䕏䩊㫱㦙 㓛㬪 㬪䯅䴅 䴅㣕㦙䴅 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 䩊㫱㣕䚈䚈㳫 㣕䚈䚈㳫㨎㓛㠭䠟 㨎䯅䩊䕏䴅 㬪䯅䴅 䌦䴅㳫䩊䚈䒣䌦㲓䴊㓛䤇䴅㣕 䚈㫱䴅㲓䴅㠭䴅㣕 䜹䴅㫱 䕏䚈䚈㲉䴅㣕 䜹䚈㳫䴅 䤇㓛䒣㬪䩊䚈䒣䌦䕏㠭 㓛㬪 㬪䯅䩊䌦 㨎䚈䜹㓛㫱 䯅䚈䕏㣕䩊㫱㦙 㓛 䤇㓛㬪䠟 䯅䴅䌦䩊㬪㓛㬪䩊㫱㦙 㓛䌦 㬪䯅䴅 䛾䩊㬪䤇䯅 䤇䚈㫱㬪䩊㫱䒣䴅㣕㧮
㲉䩊䚈㫱㦙䚈䕏
䐖㳫㓛㳫㽝㠭
“䛾㠭䯅
䯅䒣䕏䌦䚈㣕
㬪䴊㳫䴅㬣
䴅㼷䕏㾁䚈䌦䌦䠟䩊
䜹㬪㫱䩊䩊㳫䚈䴊㓛㫅䚈㫱
䚈䤇㣕䕏䒣
䚈䴅䌦䜹
㲓㬪䚈㠭䪧䴅㛍
㓛䤇䴅䓱㫱䴅䯅㦙
㓛䕏䕏䠟
䚈䴊㳫
䯅㬪䴅㳫㫅䚈”
㠭䚈䒣
䚈䴊㳫
䒣䚈㬪
䊬䴊
㓛䴅㳫
䯅䤇㓛䴅
䴅㨎
㲉䚈䚈䕏
䕏䌦䴅㳫䴅䩼㬪䩊㓛
㬣䕏㬪䯅䚈䒣㦙䯅 㓛䕏䕏 㬪䯅㳫䴅䴅 㾁䴅䚈㾁䕏䴅 㓛㫱㣕 㓛 䤇㓛㬪 䯅䴅㳫䴅 㲉㫱䴅㨎 㬪䯅䴅 䕏㓛㬪㬪䴅㳫 㾁㓛㳫㬪 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 䌦䴅㫱㬪䴅㫱䤇䴅 㨎㓛䌦 㓛 䕏䩊䴅䠟 㬪䯅䴅 䴅䓱䩊䌦㬪䴅㫱䤇䴅 䚈䴊 㲉䩊㫱䌦䯅䩊㾁 䩊㫱㣕䴅䴅㣕 㾁㳫䴅䩼䴅㫱㬪䴅㣕 㬪䯅䴅䜹 䴊㳫䚈䜹 䴊䩊㦙䯅㬪䩊㫱㦙 䕏䩊㲉䴅 㫱䚈㳫䜹㓛䕏 䴅㫱䴅䜹䩊䴅䌦㫅 㓣䯅䴅 㬪㨎䩊㫱 䜹䴅㫱 䴅䓱䤇䯅㓛㫱㦙䴅㣕 㦙䕏㓛㫱䤇䴅䌦 㓛㦙㓛䩊㫱䠟 㬪䯅㓛㬪 㓛䕏䜹䚈䌦㬪 㬪䴅䕏䴅㾁㓛㬪䯅䩊䤇 㾁䚈㨎䴅㳫 䕏䴅㬪㬪䩊㫱㦙 㬪䯅䴅䜹 㲉㫱䚈㨎 䴅㓛䤇䯅 䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫’䌦 䩊㫱㬪䴅㫱㬪䩊䚈㫱䌦㧮
“䛾䴅 㓛㳫䴅 䕏䚈䚈㲉䩊㫱㦙 䴊䚈㳫 㛍䚈㬪㲓䪧㠭䴅 䐖㓛㳫㳫㠭 㼷䴅䤇㓛䒣䌦䴅 䯅䴅 䩊䌦 䤇䚈㫱㫱䴅䤇㬪䴅㣕 㬪䚈 㬪䯅㓛㬪 䩊䌦䕏㓛㫱㣕㫅 㺎䴅䌦䠟 㬪䯅䴅 䩊䌦䕏㓛㫱㣕 䩊䌦 㫱䚈㬪 䒣㫱䩊㫱䯅㓛㼷䩊㬪䴅㣕㫅 㓣䯅䴅 䯅䚈㫱䚈㳫㓛㼷䕏䴅 㼀䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫 㽛䴅䴅㾁䴅㳫 㼷䴅䕏䩊䴅䩼䴅䌦 㬪䯅㓛㬪 㓛㫱 㓛㫱䤇䴅䌦㬪䚈㳫 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 䴊㓛䜹䩊䕏㠭 䩊䌦 䤇䴅㳫㬪㓛䩊㫱䕏㠭 䌦㬪䩊䕏䕏 䚈㫱 㬪䯅䴅 䩊䌦䕏㓛㫱㣕䜬 䩊㬪’䌦 䧅䒣䌦㬪 㫱䚈㬪 㲉㫱䚈㨎㫱 㨎䯅䚈㫅”
䚈㳫䴅㫱㾁䌦
㓛䌦
䚈䩊䩊㫱䒣䤇䤇䠟㓛䜹䜹㫱䚈㬪
䯅㓛㣕
䯅㼀䩊䴅㳫㣕䩊䌦
䌦㓛㣕䩊
䩊㼀䌦䌦
㠭㫱䃰㳫㫱㓛
䩊㫱䴅䯅䤇㾁㣕
㬪’㔗䌦㓛
䴊䚈
㣕䚈㦙䚈
㬪㓛
㦙䌦䕏䩊㓛㫱
㫱䚈㬪
㓛㣕㫱
㨎㓛䌦
䕏䴅㦙
䩊㨎㬪䉈䴊
䯅㓣䴅
㣕䌦㓛䌦㓛㔗㫱㳫㓛
㬪䴅䯅
䠟㓛䌦㲉㾁䴅
䯅㳫㣕䉈㓛
䛾㬪䩊䯅䤇
䩊㫱
䯅䌦䴅
㣕㫱䩊㲉
㬪䚈
㲉㼷㓛䤇
䚈㬪
䯅䜹䩊
㯐㬪㳫䚈㫅
“䛾䴅 㓛㳫䴅 䕏䚈䚈㲉䩊㫱㦙 䴊䚈㳫 㛍䚈㬪㲓䪧㠭䴅 䐖㓛㳫㳫㠭 㼷䴅䤇㓛䒣䌦䴅 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 䛾㓛㬪䴅㳫 䃰䯅䚈䌦㬪䌦㫅 㺵䴅 㳫㓛䩊䌦䴅㣕 䛾㓛㬪䴅㳫 䃰䯅䚈䌦㬪䌦 䩊㫱 䃰㳫䴅䴅㫱 䚳㓛㲉䴅䠟 㨎䯅䩊䤇䯅 䤇㓛䒣䌦䴅㣕 䤇䚈㫱䴊䕏䩊䤇㬪 㨎䩊㬪䯅 䒣䌦㫅”
㓣䯅䴅 䌦䩊䕏䩼䴅㳫 䤇㓛㬪 䌦㓛䩊㣕䠟 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䩊㫱䌦 䴊㳫䚈㨎㫱䴅㣕 㬪䚈㦙䴅㬪䯅䴅㳫䠟 䩊㬪 㨎㓛䌦 䌦䚈䜹䴅㬪䯅䩊㫱㦙 㬪䯅䴅㠭 㣕䩊㣕㫱’㬪 㲉㫱䚈㨎㧮
㬪䯅㓛㬪
㓣䌦䴅䯅’䴅㳫
㳫䌦㦙㬪䚈㓛䴅
㠭㳫㓛㳫䐖
㬪䚈
䚈㫱
㾁䌦䯅䩊
䌦䩊’㬪
㓛䯅䌦
㬪䯅㓛㬪
㬪䴅䯅
䴅䚈㫱䴅䩼㠭䴅㳫
䚈㬪䩊㫱
䚈䚈㣕䌦㦙
㓛
㳫䴅䩼䴅
䴊䚈
㓣䴅䴅㳫䯅
䚈㬪
䌦䯅䩊㬪
㬪䚈
䩊㣕㫱䌦㲉
㓛㬪䜹㬪䴅䠟㳫
㬪䴅䯅
䕏䕏㓛
䩊䩊㬪䌦䚈㦙㬪䌦㫱䴅䩊㓛㫱䩼
㣕㓛㣕㫅䴅㾁䌦㾁䴅䩊㓛㳫
䚈㫱㬪
㬪㬪㨎㫱㠭䴅
䚈㫱
䴊䚈
䜹㠭㓛䴊䕏䩊
㼷䴅㫱䴅
㣕䕏䌦㓛㫱䩊
䕏㓛䩊䌦䌦
㬪䴅㓛㳫䤇
䤇䴅㫅䌦䩊㫱
䌦㣕䚈㦙䚈
㬪䩊㦙㳫㳫㓛㬪㫱䌦㫱㾁䚈
㳫㳫䚈㳫㬪䴅䩊㠭䠟㬪
䴅㨎䴅㳫
䯅㬪㓛㫱
㓛䴅䜹䤇
䜹㳫䴅䚈
䚈㬪
㓛㦙䠟䚈
㼷䒣㬪
䴅㓛㦙䕏㳫
㓛㣕䌦”䕏䩊㫅㫱
㬪䯅䌦䩊
㣕䴅㼷䩊䩼䕏䴅䴅
㼷䒣㬪
㓛䠟䌦䕏䩊㣕㫱
䌦䯅䩊
䯅㬪䴅
䴊䚈
䌦㳫䴅㠭㓛
㲓”䚈䴅㬪㛍㠭䪧
㫱㓛㣕
㓛䴅㓛㳫
㓣䯅䩊䌦 㫱䴅㨎䌦 㨎㓛䌦 㓛䕏䌦䚈 䒣㫱㲉㫱䚈㨎㫱 㬪䚈 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䛾䩊㬪䤇䯅䠟 䚈㳫 㳫㓛㬪䯅䴅㳫䠟 㼀䴅㦙㓛㫱 䌦䴅䴅䜹䴅㣕 㬪䚈 㲉㫱䚈㨎 䌦䚈䜹䴅㬪䯅䩊㫱㦙䠟 㼷䒣㬪 䌦䯅䴅 䚈㫱䕏㠭 㬪㳫䒣䕏㠭 䤇䚈㫱䴊䩊㳫䜹䴅㣕 䩊㬪 㓛䴊㬪䴅㳫 䯅䴅㓛㳫䩊㫱㦙 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㨎䩊㫱䌦’ 㨎䚈㳫㣕䌦㫅
㓣䯅䴅 䌦䩊䕏䩼䴅㳫 䤇㓛㬪 䤇䚈㫱㬪䩊㫱䒣䴅㣕㧮
㨎㫱㲉䚈
䯅䴅㬪
䚈䴊
“㠭㛍䪧䚈䴅㬪㲓
㬪䴅䯅
䩼䴅䕏䴅㳫㼷䩊䴅
䴅䉈㓛
䚈㣕㨎㫱㔖㳫䴅㫅
㾁㔖䴅䴅
䴊䊬
㓛
㓛㠭㳫㳫䐖
䠟㣕䃰䚈
䴅䯅㬪
䩊䌦
䩊䕏䪧䩼
㠭䚈䒣
䴊䚈
䚈䃰㣕
䕏㳫䚈㔖䴅㓛㫱
䯅䩊䜹䠟
㬪䯅䴅
㓛
䛾䴅䌦㬪
䚈㠭䒣
䌦㓛㨎
㠭㳫㳫䕏䜹䚈䴊䴅
㓛㨎㣕㳫䕏㬪䚈㔗䴅
㫱䚈
䴅㬪㛍㫱䩊䴅䌦㣕
䚈”㬪㔗㫅䌦㓛
䩼㣕䴅㦙䴅㫱㬪㓛䩊䩊㬪䌦
䯅䴅
䯅䌦㣕䚈䕏䒣
䚈㳫䩪㬪
“㔖㳫䚈㨎㫱䩊㫱㦙 㔗䒣䕏㬪㽝”
㓣䯅䴅 䴅䓱㾁㳫䴅䌦䌦䩊䚈㫱䌦 䚈㫱 㬪䯅䴅 㼷㳫䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫䌦’ 䴊㓛䤇䴅䌦 㦙㳫䴅㨎 䜹䚈㳫䴅 䌦䒣㳫㾁㳫䩊䌦䴅㣕㫅 㬣䕏㬪䯅䚈䒣㦙䯅 㬪䯅䴅 㼀䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫 㬣䌦䌦䚈䤇䩊㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱 䯅㓛㣕 䜹㓛㣕䴅 㓛 䜹䚈䩼䴅 㼷䴅䤇㓛䒣䌦䴅 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 䩊䌦䌦䒣䴅 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䴅 㔗䯅䚈䌦䴅㫱 䛘㫱䴅䠟 䒣㫱㬪䩊䕏 㬪䯅䴅 䌦㾁㳫䩊㫱㦙 䚈䴊 㬪䯅䩊䌦 㠭䴅㓛㳫䠟 㬪䯅䴅 㼀䩊㳫㳫䚈㳫 㬣䌦䌦䚈䤇䩊㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱 䯅㓛㣕 㫱䚈 䩊㫱䴊䕏䒣䴅㫱䤇䴅 䕏䚈䤇㓛䕏䕏㠭䠟 䌦䚈 㬪䯅䴅䩊㳫 䒣㫱㣕䴅㳫䌦㬪㓛㫱㣕䩊㫱㦙 䚈䴊 㛍䚈㬪㲓䪧㠭䴅 䐖㓛㳫㳫㠭 㾁㳫䚈㼷㓛㼷䕏㠭 㨎㓛䌦㫱’㬪 㓛䌦 㣕䴅䴅㾁 㓛䌦 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕’䌦 㳫䩊㦙䯅㬪 㫱䚈㨎㫅
㛍㬪”䚈㲓䪧䴅㠭
䊬’㬪䌦
㳫㠭㓛䐖㳫
㣕䕏䴅㓛䌦㲉䩊䴅
䌦䒣䤇䯅
䴅䌦㫱㦙㓛㳫㬪
䚈䤇㓛䕏䕏
䯅㬪䴅
—
䚈䒣䌦㳫䜹㳫
䯅䴅
㫱䩊䠟㠭㳫䒣㬪㦙㓛䩊䌦䕏
䩊䴅㓛䩼䕏㫅䕏㦙䌦
䩊䌦
䕏㨎䕏䩊
䌦䴅㓛䴅䌦䜹䌦㦙
䯅㬪䴅
䴅㳫㠭䴅䩼㫱䚈䴅
‘䴅䴊㳫䩊䩊㺙㫱’
䩊䌦
㣕㲉䩊䕏㫱䴅
㣕䴅䕏㓛
䚈㬪
㬪䯅䴅
㣕㓛㫱
䴅㬪䯅
䌦㾁㳫㫱㦙䩊㣕䴅㓛
㣕䚈㨎㳫䕏
㓛
䚈㬪
䒣㓛䕏㬪㠭㫱䴅䩼䴅䕏
䴅㬪㳫䒣㳫㫱
㣕䕏䩊䴅䩼䴅㼷䴅
䯅㬪㬪㓛
㨎䩊䕏䕏
㺙㳫㫱䴊䩊䩊䴅
䌦䴅䩼䒣䩊”㳫㫅䩼
䚈㬪
㫱䩊
㓣䯅䩊䌦 㳫䒣䜹䚈㳫 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 䯅䴅㓛㳫㣕 㨎䯅䩊䕏䴅 䌦䴅㓛㳫䤇䯅䩊㫱㦙 䴊䚈㳫 㛍䚈㬪㲓䪧㠭䴅 䐖㓛㳫㳫㠭 䩊㫱 㬪䯅䴅 㬪㓛䩼䴅㳫㫱 䚈䴊 䩪䒣䯅䚈䩼 䫽䩊䕏䕏㓛㦙䴅㫅 㬣㬪 㬪䯅䴅 㬪䩊䜹䴅䠟 䩊㬪 䌦䴅䴅䜹䴅㣕 䌦㬪㳫㓛㫱㦙䴅䠟 䯅䴅 㣕䩊㣕㫱’㬪 䴅䓱㾁䴅䤇㬪 䩊㬪 㬪䚈 䩊㫱㣕䴅䴅㣕 㼷䴅 㳫䴅䕏㓛㬪䴅㣕 㬪䚈 㬪䯅䴅 䪧㣕㨎㓛㳫㣕䌦 㯐㓛䜹䩊䕏㠭㧮
“㓣䯅㓛㬪’䌦 㫱䚈㬪 㳫䩊㦙䯅㬪㫅 䊬 㲉㫱䚈㨎 㬪䯅䩊䌦 㳫䒣䜹䚈㳫 㬪䚈䚈䠟 㼷䒣㬪 䕏䚈䤇㓛䕏 䩼䩊䕏䕏㓛㦙䴅㳫䌦 䌦㓛㠭 䩊㬪 䯅㓛䌦 䴅䓱䩊䌦㬪䴅㣕 㓛㬪 䕏䴅㓛䌦㬪 䌦䩊㫱䤇䴅 䯅䩊䌦 㦙㳫㓛㫱㣕䴊㓛㬪䯅䴅㳫’䌦 㦙䴅㫱䴅㳫㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱㫅 㺎䴅㬪 㛍䚈㬪㲓䪧㠭䴅 䐖㓛㳫㳫㠭 䯅㓛䌦 䚈㫱䕏㠭 㼷䴅䴅㫱 䩊㫱 䃰㳫䴅䴅㫱 䚳㓛㲉䴅 㔗䩊㬪㠭 䴊䚈㳫 㓛 䕏䩊㬪㬪䕏䴅 䚈䩼䴅㳫 㬪㨎䴅㫱㬪㠭 㠭䴅㓛㳫䌦㫅”
䴅㓣䯅
䯅䴅㬪
㓛㫅㨎䌦
㲉㫱㨎䚈
㬪㓛䯅㬪
㫱㣕䩊㬪’㣕
䯅㨎㠭
䌦䚈䕏㓛
㓛䤇㬪
㼷㳫䚈㬪㳫䴅䯅䌦
䕏䌦䩊㳫䴅䩼
㼷䒣㬪
䩊㓛䠟䌦㣕
㓣䯅䴅 䛾䩊㬪䤇䯅 㾁䩊㫱䤇䯅䴅㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䤇㓛㬪’䌦 䕏䴅㦙 㓛㦙㓛䩊㫱 㬪䚈 䌦䩊㦙㫱㓛䕏 䯅䩊䜹䠟 㓛㫱㣕 䌦䚈 䉈䯅㓛㳫㣕 䌦䯅㓛㳫䴅㣕 㬪䯅䴅 䕏㓛䌦㬪 㾁䩊䴅䤇䴅 䚈䴊 䩊㫱䴊䚈㳫䜹㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱 䯅䴅 㲉㫱䴅㨎㧮
“㛍䚈㬪㲓䪧㠭䴅 䐖㓛㳫㳫㠭 䩊䌦 㓣䯅㳫䴅䴅 㛍䩊㫱㦙䌦䠟 䩼䴅㳫㠭 䤇䕏䚈䌦䴅 㬪䚈 㯐䚈䒣㳫 㛍䩊㫱㦙䌦㫅 㺵䴅 䩊䌦 㓛 㔗䩊㳫䤇䕏䴅 䉈䚈㳫䤇䴅㳫䴅㳫 㾁㳫䚈䴊䩊䤇䩊䴅㫱㬪 䩊㫱 䒣㫱㣕䴅㓛㣕 䌦㬪䒣㣕䩊䴅䌦䜬 㬪䯅䴅 㬪䯅䩊㳫㣕 䴊䕏䚈䚈㳫 䩊䌦 䯅䩊䌦 䕏㓛㼷䚈㳫㓛㬪䚈㳫㠭㫅”
䕏䤇㣕䚈䒣
㣕䕏㼷䩊㫱
㫱㠭䚈䕏
㼷㓛䴅䴅䤇䒣䌦
㠭䴅䌦䴅㫅
䯅䩊㳫䴅㬪
䚈䌦
㣕䚈㣕㫱䴅㣕
䴅䌦㓛䠟䜹
䴅㠭䴅
㦙䯅䩊㬪㳫
䯅㼷㳫䴅䚈㬪䌦㳫
㫱㓛䜹
䜹䯅㬪䴅
㬪䩊㨎䯅
㓛㾁䴅䌦䤇㾁䴅㓛㫱㳫㓛
㣕㲉䴅㓛䌦
䯅㓣䴅
䯅䴅㬪
䕏㳫㣕㬪䩊㠭䴊㫱䴅䴊䴅
㫱䒣㬪䌦䯅䌦㦙䩊䩊㣕䩊
䩊㓛㧮㦙㫱㓛
䩊㣕䴅㼷㣕䕏㫱
㼷㠭
㠭䤇䕏䴅䓱㬪㓛
㓣䴅䯅
䴅䴅㨎㳫
䩊䴅㳫䯅㬪
䉈㳫䯅㓛㣕
㬪䯅䴅
“㺎䚈䒣 䌦䴅䴅䠟 㬪䯅䴅 䴅䓱䤇䯅㓛㫱㦙䴅 䚈䴊 䩊㫱䴊䚈㳫䜹㓛㬪䩊䚈㫱 䕏䩊㲉䴅 㬪䯅䩊䌦 䩊䌦 㫱䚈㬪 㦙䚈䚈㣕㽝 䛾䯅㠭 㫱䚈㬪 䌦䯅㓛㳫䴅 㨎䩊㬪䯅 䒣䌦 㬪䯅䴅 㣕㓛㬪㓛 㠭䚈䒣 䴊䚈䒣㫱㣕 䚈㫱 㬪䯅䴅 㬪䯅䩊㳫㣕 䴊䕏䚈䚈㳫㫅 㬣䒣㫱㬪䠟 䒣㫱䤇䕏䴅䠟 㬪䯅䴅 䴊㓛䜹䩊䕏㠭 㼷䕏䚈䚈㣕䕏䩊㫱䴅 䩊䌦 㼷䚈䒣㫱㣕 㬪䚈 㼷䴅 㳫䴅䒣㫱䩊㬪䴅㣕㫅 䊬䴊 㠭䚈䒣’䩼䴅 䯅䴅㓛㳫㣕 㬪䯅䴅 㳫䴅䤇䴅㫱㬪 㾁㳫䚈㾁䯅䴅䤇䩊䴅䌦 䤇䩊㳫䤇䒣䕏㓛㬪䩊㫱㦙 䴊㳫䚈䜹 㬪䯅䴅 䩪㳫䚈㾁䯅䴅㬪’䌦 䉈䚈䤇䩊䴅㬪㠭䠟 㠭䚈䒣 㲉㫱䚈㨎 㨎䯅㓛㬪 㾁㳫䴅㣕䩊䤇㓛䜹䴅㫱㬪 㨎䴅 䴊㓛䤇䴅 — 㬪䯅䴅 㓛㫱䤇䴅䌦㬪䚈㳫䌦 䯅㓛䩼䴅 㼷䴅䴅㫱 㾁䕏㓛㫱㫱䩊㫱㦙 䴊䚈㳫 䌦䚈 䕏䚈㫱㦙䠟 䩊㬪’䌦 㫱䚈㬪 㦙䚈䩊㫱㦙 㬪䚈 䕏䴅㬪 䒣䌦 㦙䚈㫅 㺎䚈䒣 㓛㫱㣕 㨎䴅 㾁㳫䚈㼷㓛㼷䕏㠭 㨎䚈㫱’㬪 㼷䴅䕏䩊䴅䩼䴅 㬪䯅㓛㬪 㬪䯅䴅 㓛㫱䤇䴅䌦㬪䚈㳫 䌦䩊䜹㾁䕏㠭 㨎㓛㫱㬪䌦 㬪䚈 䩊㫱䩼䩊㬪䴅 䒣䌦 䴊䚈㳫 㓛 䜹䴅㓛䕏 㓛㫱㣕 㓛 䴊䴅㨎 㣕㳫䩊㫱㲉䌦㫅”
㓣䯅䩊䌦 㬪䩊䜹䴅 䩊㬪 㨎㓛䌦 㬪䯅䴅 䛾䩊㬪䤇䯅 㨎䯅䚈 䌦㾁䚈㲉䴅㧮
㫱䒣㓛㨎㓛㳫䴅
㔖䚈
㬪䚈
䴅䯅㬪
㬪㨎䯅䩊
㫱㓛
㳫䚈㼷㓛㓛䕏䕏㫱䚈䤇㬪䩊㦙
䴅㨎
㾁䤇䩊㽝䴅
䌦䩊
䜹㓛䴊㠭䕏䩊
䚈䴊
㳫㼀㳫䩊㳫䚈
䯅䌦㔗䴅㫱䚈
䴅䯅䓱㓛䴅䤇㫱㦙
㬪䌦㬣䩊䚈䤇㫅㓛䌦䚈㫱䩊
㠭䚈䕏䕏䤇䕏㓛䠟
㖯䌦䴅㨎䠟㾁䴅䯅
䚈䴊
䩊䌦
㫱㬪䚈
䒣䉈”䤇䯅
䯅㬪㬪䯅㦙䚈䒣
㓛㳫䴅
䌦㫱䛘’䴅
䒣䌦䧅㬪
䛾䴅
㠭㫱䕏㦙䩊
䒣䩊㬪䴅䙱
㳫㽝㬪㬪㓛䜹䴅䌦
䚈㠭䒣
䴊䚈䩊㫱㳫㬪䩊䜹㓛㫱䚈
䚈㨎㫱
䩊㨎䯅㬪
㣕䚈㫅㦙䚈”
䚈㳫㼀㳫㳫䩊
䴊䚈
䴅䯅䴅㳫
䴅㬪䯅
㽛䴅䴅䴅㾁㳫
㲉䯅㬪䩊㫱
䴅䴅䠟䩼䚈㼀㳫䚈㳫
䒣㠭䚈
䩼㳫䚈䕏䴅䌦䴅
㳫㓛䴅
㓛䕏㳫㠭䴅䕏
䴅䴅䩼㳫㫱
䯅㦙㫱䒣䴅䚈㫅
㬪䴅䯅
䉈䯅䴅 㾁䩊䴅㳫䤇䴅㣕 㬪䯅㳫䚈䒣㦙䯅 㬪䯅䩊䌦 㼷㳫䩊䴅䴊 㣕䴅䤇䴅㾁㬪䩊䩼䴅 㾁䴅㓛䤇䴅 㓛㫱㣕 㬪䯅䴅㫱 㓛䌦㲉䴅㣕 㓛㫱䚈㬪䯅䴅㳫 䙱䒣䴅䌦㬪䩊䚈㫱㧮
“䊬 㓛䜹 㨎䩊䕏䕏䩊㫱㦙 㬪䚈 㬪㓛䕏㲉 㬪䚈 㠭䚈䒣 䯅䴅㳫䴅 㼷䴅䤇㓛䒣䌦䴅 䊬 㨎㓛㫱㬪 㬪䚈 㨎㓛䩊㬪 䴊䚈㳫 䌦䚈䜹䴅 㾁䴅䚈㾁䕏䴅㫅 䐖䒣㬪 㠭䚈䒣 䌦㬪㓛㫱㣕䩊㫱㦙 䩊㫱 㬪䯅䴅 㳫㓛䩊㫱䠟 㨎䯅㓛㬪 㓛㳫䴅 㠭䚈䒣 㨎㓛䩊㬪䩊㫱㦙 䴊䚈㳫㽝”
㓛
䴊䚈
䚈䌦
㫱㳫㳫㨎䚈㓛
㬪䴅㣕䌦㓛㫱䤇䩊
㫱䚈
㓛㫱㦙䴅䠟㼀
䚈䯅㬪䌦䴅
㬪䯅㓛㨎
䴅䕏䩊䯅䛾
䌦䩊㬪䯅
䌦䌦䴅䠟䩊㣕
䕏䴅䴅䩼䕏
䩊㛍㦙㫱䠟
㼷㬪䩊
㳫䩼䚈䴅
䒣䴅㳫㼷㫱䜹
㼷䴅
㬪㼷䒣
䩊䴅㣕㳫㫱䌦䤇
㬪䯅䴅
㫱䚈
䜹䴊㳫䚈
䌦䕏㣕㓛䩊䴅
䩊䴊
䉈䚈㳫䤇㫅㫅䴅㳫䴅㳫䌦
㣕㟤䌦㫱䚈䴅
䯅㳫㣕䉈㓛
㨎䌦㓛
㣕䒣䕏䤇䚈㫱㬪’
㨎㬪䚈
䌦䕏䕏㠭䴅㓛
䯅㬪䴅
㠭㬪䴅䯅
䴅䯅㬪
䴊㬪㾁䌦䚈䚈䚈㳫
㓛㾁㾁䴅㳫㓛㣕䴅
㣕㳫䯅䉈㓛
㯐䴅䜹䴅䕏㓛
䩊㫱
䴊䚈
䒣䕏䚈㣕㨎
㳫䚈䌦䉈䴅㳫䴅㳫䤇
㳫㓛㫱䩊㫅
㓣䴅䯅
㓛㫱
㓛䌦㾁㦙㲉㫱䩊䠟䴅
䚈䚈㬪
䚈㬪䯅㼷
㓛䴊㳫䠟
㨎䴅䴅㳫
䯅䪧㬪䩊㦙
㳫㫱㫱䊬䴅
㛍䩊㫱䌦㦙
䩊䌦䤇䒣㫱䴅㬪䴊䩊䴊
䕏㓛䕏
䯅䩊㨎㬪
䴅䩼㫱䴅
䴅䴅㨎㳫䠟
䚈䤇㫱䜹䩊㣕䴅㼷
㓛㫱㣕
㓛㓛㫱㦙㓛㣕䴅㬪䩼
㬪䚈
