novelraw Chapter 1635: 213: Where Does Dark Desire Come From
Chapter 1635: 213: Where Does Dark Desire Come From
Capítulo 1635: Chapter 213: Where Does Dark Desire Come From
Ambori nodded cheerfully, “Both the flavors we love and the ones we hate are equally unforgettable.
I at least have the divine role of Ocean Storm, so I can’t mistake the scent. She must have been on Toril.”
‘Lu Huayu’ picked up the tablet and quickly sent Ambori’s words to ‘Snow Cloud Peak’.
Then he smiled and asked Ambori, “Dear Ambori, can you recall when you smelled this scent?”
“Hmm… it should have been before I became a Berserker.” Ambori was somewhat reluctant to talk about her foolish past of following Talos… Clearly, it was to find a backer, yet she almost ended up being squashed like a dead fish by that backer.
Luckily, she had a bit of luck.
Otherwise, she might have ended up like Marla.
You must know, she didn’t have as solid a backing as Marla!
Recently, that Goddess of the Earth in Toril has been pressured by Shaer to lose a large number of island believers, still diligently trying to awaken Marla again!
Ambori thought the wisest thing she ever did in her life was to listen a bit more because ‘Lu Huayu’ was so eloquent. Otherwise, during the era of the Berserker camp, she might have been the only one to really end up dead as dirt.
But she couldn’t be like Olypher, who stayed put without moving, unless a pie fell from the sky and landed right at Olypher’s mouth… Such as Talos losing control of the Ice Storm due to Agleya’s presence… Otherwise, that Great Fairy could really turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to everything outside.
Possibly because Olypher’s heart had long turned into a cracked ice crystal stone.
And she, Ambori, was still a normal person.
Without any self-awareness, thinking everything about herself was great, Ambori gently bent her body, and whispered gossip to her friend, “Is this guy your Undead Tribe’s enemy?
Let me tell you, if you want to provoke her, bringing up Shuni and the Elf’s Goddess of Love and Beauty is best.
Tsk~
Don’t look at those b*****s around the Pool of Radiance being so united. In reality, if they want a piece of love and beauty, passion, and desire, but don’t get their approval, they generally end up dead miserably.”
‘Lu Huayu’ subtly blinked and softly spoke, “Then, doesn’t that mean she has some connection with the Mulholland Pantheon?”
“Hmm?” Ambori tilted her head, suddenly wrinkling her nose, “Ah! Right!
An He and Seth once had a conflict over a woman.
Back then, that woman was brought by An He, do you still remember An He?
I remember he appeared during the Path of Destiny.”
“Hmm, of course, I remember.” ‘Lu Huayu’ smiled even more gently, “Ambori’s memory is indeed goddess-level! Remembering such small things.”
“Because that woman… mmm, at that time, Gewoosh…”
The fear of Talos seemed to be transferred to Gewoosh, making Ambori’s voice a bit hollow.
But she looked down at ‘Lu Huayu’, then up at the white clouds in the sky, seemingly finding a bit more confidence, and continued softly, “Gewoosh hadn’t yet taken down their Divine King of Mulholland, Bastet was still Bastet.
Not the current… perpetually in-heat black cat Xaries.”
‘Lu Huayu’ raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked, “Bastet is An He’s lover, but why do some say she is Mulholland’s Goddess Queen?”
“Ah, back then, she hadn’t yet devoured other deities and was indeed only An He’s lover.” Ambori tilted her head back in memory, “But later, during the time Mulholland Pantheon entered Toril, An He and Seth, these eternal enemies, fell in love with the same foreign woman simultaneously.
Rumor has it, she was a woman An He rescued from a shell, white as if glowing, with golden hair more radiant than the sun.
The Mulholland side, being dark themselves, favored bright.
And then Bastet had a falling out with An He, originally being a cat that catches mice… and then she went on to devour other aspects, turning directly into the later Goddess Consort.”
‘Lu Huayu’ blinked, somewhat unexpectedly asking, “Ambori isn’t usually one to pay attention to land stories, why then…”
“At that time, Toril Gods hadn’t yet grasped the concept of faith, nor did they understand the God System much, so it wasn’t just me; several others also stayed to watch the commotion on Mulholland’s side, wanting to learn how to organize our own divinity.” Ambori straightforwardly said, “However, I always felt like we learned in vain.
In the end, wouldn’t it suffice to fight whoever you want to fight, killing all competitors?
Having an AO overhead is troublesome enough; if not for causing too many troubles, I wouldn’t have sought Talos’ protection… Ah, talking about this is boring.”
‘Lu Huayu’ looked down at his tablet, then raised an eyebrow, “Are you aware of the engagement between Seth and the Lady of Pain?”
“Hmm?” Ambori straightforwardly replied, “I had heard about the Lady of Pain fleeing the marriage, and she dislikes the Mulholland Pantheon, even banning priests from entering Mark City.
But whom she was engaged to, I don’t know; that… you can ask Shaer. She surely knows.
Seth, as the Lord of Evil, also holds divinity of loathing and betrayal, and the Lady of the Night is very sensitive to these things. Once he enters Toril, he would certainly catch her attention.”
‘Lu Huayu’ scratched his head: “Eh… Hill coming here, it seems there is still a reason behind it.”
Back then, we thought that the dark desire within Xaries was developing a bit too fast, and she was too easily controlled by An He.”
Tsk…”
“That was her own death wish.” Ambori suddenly interjected.
“What… do you mean?”
“The woman An He and Seth were fighting over wanted to become the Goddess of Love and Beauty in Mulholland.” Ambori blinked with feigned seriousness, “And she even spoke down to Shuni… An He, that fool, said that in his eyes, Shuni wasn’t even worth a hair of Aphos.”
Seems that even the Elf love and beauty goddess, Hanali Celanil, got dragged into it.
Hanali, this Lady Goldheart, is known for wearing short golden skirts and having skin so pale it’s nearly transparent.”
Ambori showed a schadenfreude smile: “But at that time, the Toril Gods were still a bunch of scattered sand, and the Mulholland Pantheon was clearly stronger, and the Elf Deity System had just suffered a big calamity… so initially, they all endured it.
But then, the other side really wanted to stamp out both at once.
Guess why Xaries was so easily accepted by that so-called Eternal Gold Pond Alliance?
With her full cooperation, they were able to tear that Aphos, who was starting to ascend to Intermediate Divine Power because of Mulholland, into pieces!”
Her eyebrows danced vividly twice: “Heh heh~
It’s normal for us Evil Gods to deal with our rivals this way.
It turns out, those kind alignment Goddesses aren’t much different when dealing with formidable foes!”
“Torn into pieces means…” Lu Huayu suddenly raised his head and asked.
“Of course it means completely vanished… not even a single goddess kept her appearance.” Ambori spread her hands, “Even the last bits of Divine Crystal Fragments and Divine Soul powers were directly devoured by Xaries.
Turned into a giant cat, biting it all down piece by piece~
Heh~
How are they any better than me?
That cat was very cruel… so it’s no surprise she got backlash in the end.
Shaer, the gods who really turn others into appearances, are actually those very closely linked with darkness.
Not evil, but darkness, you understand?”
Lu Huayu nodded in sudden realization: “Is she completely dead? If she still exists in other worlds…”
“No more. At most, just some residue left… among the goddess who took action, there was Hanali from the Elf Deity System, she’s really good with Divine Souls.” Ambori sliced downward lightly with her right hand, “That group of women usually pretend to be weak and let their lovers face enemies.
But once they take action themselves, they always eradicate the root.”
Ambori’s expression was a little strange, and her words were laced with clear acidity.
Lu Huayu didn’t say anything about it… he surely knew that Ambori had strong dislike for Shuni and her Eternal Gold Pond Alliance.
The Queen of the Sea always had this inexplicable self-confidence about her appearance, but the disdain from those in the Eternal Gold Pond deeply hurt her bizarre self-confidence.
She must have thought of taking action against those Goddesses of Love and Beauty, but she saw what happened to that one.
Although Ambori is tough-spoken, her nature is rather compliant.
After that, she only dared to jump around on Shuni and her allies’ boundaries, and whenever they got serious, Ambori would back off faster than anyone else.
If it weren’t for her flexibility, if she were truly as crazy and relentless as the legends say, she wouldn’t have survived in the hands of Hill and Agleya.
He simply picked up the tablet quickly and shared intel with ‘Snow Cloud Peak’ who had been listening so far on the opposite side.
They always wondered why Gaia could stir up trouble in Aesces under the guise of the Goddess of Love and Beauty… but if Aphrodite had long died and dispersed, with only a few artifacts or shells left, it would be normal for Gaia to use them.
Well then, this is interesting.
Gaia certainly wouldn’t let herself merge with such a thing… she may have gone a bit mad due to her youngest son being locked in Hell, but certainly not mad enough to merge with an organ incarnation of Uranus as Aphrodite.
And the difference between the Goddess of the Sea and this love and beauty theme is clear… Lu Huayu couldn’t resist rubbing his hands… whenever he thought of this Aphrodite, regardless of what others might think, he seemed to only see a part of an organ on her face.
What kind of creatures are these Greek Gods, to fight over their grandfather’s or even great-grandfather’s organs?
Is the difference between deities and mortals in this; mortals don’t have such excessive associations?
䠖䄣㤱㼩㼩’
蘆
老
盧
㶤㫚䅡
盧
㶤㫚㼕㥘
㖍㚪䏩’䄣䉩
老
櫓
㼩䭹’
擄
‘㑾㼕䳄㯛
㶺㔷䉩㼩㫚
䂫’㯛㫚䂫㥘
䅡’
䅡㼋㚪䂫㼩䅡䳄㯛䞈
䄣㵅㶤䅡䪮
盧
㯛㫚㽗㔷䄣㽗㯛䳄㼩㫚㥘䳄㔷
䄣㫚㫚㥘㽗㯛㯛䂕㫚䳄䄣
櫓
㚪㥘䶏㔷䄣䶏
蘆
㯛䂫䄣
䳄㼋䂫㼩㐤
㤞㶤㚪 䞈㚪䅡㥘 㥘㶤㫚㯛䂕 䄣䞈䳄㼩㥘 䞈䳄㥘㶤 䞈㚪㫚㯛䂕 㼕㫚䅡㚪 㫚䅡 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㘟㼩䅡㥘 㼕㵅㫚㥘㫚㯛䂕 䄣 㯛䄣㽗㚪 䄣㯛䂫 䄣䂫䂫㫚㯛䂕 㥘㼕䳄 㼕䳄㵅䂫䅡 㼋㚪㥘䅡 䠖䳄㼩 㼩㯛䂫㚪㵅䅡㥘䄣㯛䂫 㼕㶤䄣㥘 㥘㶤㚪 䳄㥘㶤㚪㵅 㼕䄣㯛㥘䅡 㥘䳄 䅡䄣䠖㽏 㼕㫚㥘㶤䳄㼩㥘 㼕䄣䅡㥘㫚㯛䂕 䄣 㼋䳄㥘 䳄䶏 䂫㚪㥘䄣㫚㼋㚪䂫 䂫㚪䅡㔷㵅㫚䪮㥘㫚䳄㯛䅡䏩
㤞㶤㚪㯛 㶤㚪 㼋㫚䂕㶤㥘㼋䠖 㼋㫚䶏㥘㚪䂫 㶤㫚䅡 㶤㚪䄣䂫 䄣㯛䂫 㔷㼩㵅㫚䳄㼩䅡㼋䠖 䄣䅡䉩㚪䂫 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚䥚 “䛈㵅㚪 㼕㚪㽏 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚㽏 㔷䳄㽗䪮㼋㚪㥘㚪㼋䠖 㼩㯛䄣㼕䄣㵅㚪 䳄䶏 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㑾㚪㥘㶤䵡”
㵅㚪’㯛㥘㼕㚪
䄣
㶤䅡㫚
㫚䳄䶏㯛㼋䂕䂫䳄
㼩䅡㥘㘟
㵅䶏䳄
㫚㥘䏩
㚪㥘㶤
䂕㼋䳄䂫䠖
㚪䶏㼋㚪
㶤䏩㫚㽗”
㥘㶤㚪
䂕㯛㫚㚪䞈
㤱㚪
㯛㫚
䉩䳄䳄㼋
㼕㼋㶤㫚㚪
㶤㚪㵅䞈䳄㥘
㼋㫚䉩㚪
䂫”㚪㚪㵅~䅡㥘
䠖㶇㚪㚪㵅
䄣㚪䅡䂕㵅㯛㥘
䂕㫚䂕䶏㥘㫚㶤㯛
㼋㫚䠖䂕䄣䪮㯛
䳄䶏
䄣䳄㫚㽗䂫㯛
㥘㼕㫚㶤
㵅㼋㚪䪮㚪㫚䂫
㫚㵅㽗䛈䞈䳄
䳄㥘
㫚㶤㥘㼕
㚪㶤㽏䄣䞈㔷
㫚㥘
䫽
䅡䄣㚪㽗
㚪䳄㵅㥘䅡㶤䄣㼋㫚㫚㯛䪮
㽏䄣䠖䂫
䶏䫽
㥘䞈㫚
䛈㯛
䄣
㼋䉩㚪㫚
㼋㽏䳄㯛㯛㼋䠖㶤䄣䄣㥘㯛㔷
㥘”‘䫽䅡
“‘㚪䅡㤱
䫽
㼕’䳄㼩䂫㼋㯛㥘
㥘䄣
㚪㚪㶇㯛
“㤞㶤㚪㯛㽏 䂫㫚䂫 䠖䳄㼩 䅡㚪㚪 㶤㫚㽗 䪮㼋䄣䠖㫚㯛䂕 㼕㫚㥘㶤 䅡㔷䳄㵅䪮㫚䳄㯛䅡䵡” 䭹㼩 㤱㼩䄣䠖㼩 䶏䳄㼋㼋䳄㼕㚪䂫 㼩䪮 㼕㫚㥘㶤 䄣 㶺㼩㚪䅡㥘㫚䳄㯛䏩
“㑾㔷䳄㵅䪮㫚䳄㯛䅡 䄣㯛䂫 䅡䳄㽗㚪 䞈㼋䄣㔷䉩㽏 㼕㶤㫚㥘㚪㽏 䄣㯛䂫 䂕䳄㼋䂫㚪㯛 䞈㚪㚪㥘㼋㚪䅡 㼕㚪㵅㚪 䶏㼋䠖㫚㯛䂕 㫚㯛 㥘㶤㚪 㼕㫚㯛䂫䏩” 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚 㵅㚪㔷䄣㼋㼋㚪䂫 䅡㼋㫚䂕㶤㥘㼋䠖 㶤㚪䅡㫚㥘䄣㯛㥘㼋䠖㽏 “䴒䠖 䅡㶤䄣㵅䉩䅡 㶤䄣㶇㚪 㚪䄣㥘㚪㯛 㥘㶤㚪㽗 䄣㯛䂫 䅡䄣㫚䂫 㥘㶤㚪䠖 㼕㚪㵅㚪㯛’㥘 㥘䄣䅡㥘䠖 䄣㥘 䄣㼋㼋䏩”
㽗㼋㫚㫚’㧌䅡㼋䄣
䄣㽏㵅㥘㚪㵅㶤
㫚㽗㶤
㔷䠖㫚䅡㼋䪮㔷䄣㚪㫚㼋䶏
㚪䂕㵅䞈㽏㯛㫚㶤䳄
䅡㫚㽏㥘㶤
㼩䭹
㤱㚪
䞈䄣㥘䳄㼩
䄣㫚㵅㚪䂫䅡
㚪䅡㚪
㫚㥘䞈
㑾㵅䄣䏩䏩㚪㶤䏩
䄣
䳄㵅
㚪䉩’㖍䄣
㚪䞈䳄䏩㵅䏩㚪䠖㼕䏩
㚪䄣䂫䅡䉩
㼕㚪㯛㥘
㯛䄣䂫
㥘㶤㯛㚪
䳄䳄䅡㥘㼩㯛㵅㚪䂫䂫
㑾䳄’㯛㼕
㥘䳄
㐤䳄㼩㼋䂫
㵅㔷䶏㯛䳄㫚㽗
䳄㥘
㶤㥘䳄䄣㚪䅡㼕㽗
㯛㫚㼩㚪㶺㫚㵅
䠖㼩㼩㤱䄣
䛈㽗䏩㫚㵅䞈䳄
㼕䠖㶤
㯛䄣
䳄㥘
㽗㼋䏩㧌䏩㫚䏩㫚㼋䄣
㑾㶤䄣㵅䉩䅡㽏 㚪䅡䪮㚪㔷㫚䄣㼋㼋䠖 㥘㶤䳄䅡㚪 䶏㵅䳄㽗 㤞䳄㵅㫚㼋㽏 㼕㶤㚪㯛 䂫㵅㫚㶇㚪㯛 㔷㵅䄣䝗䠖 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㶤㼩㯛䂕㚪㵅㽏 㼕䳄㼩㼋䂫 㚪㶇㚪㯛 㽗㼩㯛㔷㶤 䳄㯛 䅡㚪䄣㼕㚪㚪䂫㽏 㼋㚪㥘 䄣㼋䳄㯛㚪 㔷䳄㯛䅡㫚䂫㚪㵅 㔷䳄㵅䪮䅡㚪 䶏㼋㚪䅡㶤 䄣㯛䂫 䞈㼩䂕䅡 䄣䅡 䄣 䂫㚪㔷㚪㯛㥘 䅡㯛䄣㔷䉩䏩 㤞㶤㚪䠖 㚪㶇㚪㯛 㵅㚪㼋㫚䅡㶤 䅡䪮㫚䂫㚪㵅䅡䏩
㝈㚪㥘㽏 㥘㶤㚪䠖 䶏䳄㼩㯛䂫 㥘㶤䳄䅡㚪 㫚㯛䅡㚪㔷㥘䅡 㼩㯛䪮䄣㼋䄣㥘䄣䞈㼋㚪䏩
䫽㥘
㔷䳄㼩䅡㯛㚪㽗
䄣䅡
㫚㯛㚪䂫䂫㚪
㔷㼕㶤㫚㶤
䳄㵅䅡䞈䞈䄣
㽗㚪䅡䅡㚪
䞈䅡䄣䅡䄣㔷㵅
㯛㫚
㶤㥘㚪
䶏䳄
㼋䄣㶤㼋䂫㯛䴒㼩㽏䳄㼋
㔷䅡㚪䳄㵅䪮䅡
䠖㥘㶤㚪
䄣㚪䄣㵅
㚪䂫㼩䂫㯛䄣
䅡䄣䂫㚪㵅㔷
㽏䅡㽗㵅㼕䳄
㯛䄣䂫
㵅㚪䄣
㼕㚪㚪㵅
㚪㚪㯛䠖㵅䏩䂕
㥘䄣㥘㶤
㔷㯛㵅䄣㚪㯛䳄㔷㽗䠖
㯛㯛䉩䳄㼕
㑾㚪㥘㶤 䄣㔷㥘㼩䄣㼋㼋䠖 䂫䄣㵅㚪䂫 㥘䳄 䪮㼋䄣䠖 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㯛㚪㔷㵅䳄㽗䄣㯛㔷䠖 㫚㯛 㤞䳄㵅㫚㼋䏩䏩䏩 㥘䅡䉩㽏 㚪㶇㚪㯛 䛈䜱 㼕䳄㼩㼋䂫㯛’㥘 䞈㚪 䅡䳄 䄣㼩䂫䄣㔷㫚䳄㼩䅡 䄣䅡 㥘䳄 㽗㚪䂫䂫㼋㚪 㫚㯛 㥘㶤㚪 㑾㥘䠖䝞 㼕㫚㥘㶤 䄣 䂕䳄䂫㼋䠖 㶤䄣㯛䂫 䅡䳄 䳄䪮㚪㯛㼋䠖䏩
㤞㶤㚪㵅㚪䶏䳄㵅㚪㽏 䞈㵅㫚㯛䂕㫚㯛䂕 㥘㶤䄣㥘 䛈䪮㶤䳄䅡 㥘䳄 㤞䳄㵅㫚㼋 㼕䄣䅡 㶇㚪㵅䠖 㼋㫚䉩㚪㼋䠖 㥘㶤㚪 䂫䳄㫚㯛䂕 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 㥘㵅㼩㚪 䭹䳄㵅䂫 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 㑾㥘䠖䝞㽏 䙅䄣㔷䳄䞈䏩
㚪㤱
㼋㥘䂫㥘㚪㫚
㯛㔷䄣
䳄㯛
䄣䥚㥘㚪㼋㥘䞈
㯛䄣䂫
䂕㼩㶤㥘㥘䳄㶤
㫚㯛
䂫㼋㵅䏐㚪
㽏㚪䞈”䠖䴒䄣
䄣
㶤㥘㚪
㚪㼋㥘
㚪䠖㥘䪮䂫
㼩䂕㥘㶤㵅䄣㚪䵡”䂫
䅡䄣䉩
㵅㶤㚪
㚪䄣䂫㶤
㼩䳄䠖
㫚㶤䅡
㯛㼋㚪㫚
㚪㥘㶤
䲞䄣㥘㶤㚪㵅 㥘㶤䄣㯛 㼕㫚㼋䂫㼋䠖 䅡䪮㚪㔷㼩㼋䄣㥘㫚㯛䂕 㶤㚪㵅㚪㽏 㼕㶤䠖 㯛䳄㥘 䂫㫚㵅㚪㔷㥘㼋䠖 䄣䅡䉩 䏐䂫㯛䄣䏩
㤞㶤㚪 䁷䳄䂫䂫㚪䅡䅡 䳄䶏 䴒䄣䂕㫚㔷 㽗㫚䂕㶤㥘 㶤䄣㶇㚪 䄣 㼕䄣䠖 㥘䳄 㔷䳄㯛㥘䄣㔷㥘 㹟㵅䄣㯛㶇䳄䏩䏩䏩 䄣㯛䂫 䄣䅡 㼋䳄㯛䂕 䄣䅡 㥘㶤㚪 䁷㵅㫚㽗 䲞㚪䄣䪮㚪㵅 㔷䄣㯛 䅡䄣㥘㫚䅡䶏䠖 㶤㫚䅡 䞈㚪㼋䳄㶇㚪䂫 㼕㫚䶏㚪’䅡 䞈䳄䅡䅡㽏 㶤㚪 㼕䳄㼩㼋䂫 䂫㚪䶏㫚㯛㫚㥘㚪㼋䠖 䅡㚪㼋㼋 䳄㼩㥘 㶤㫚䅡 䳄㼕㯛 䞈䳄䅡䅡 㔷䳄㽗䪮㼋㚪㥘㚪㼋䠖䏩
䉩’㖍㚪䄣
㼋䄣㥘䞈㚪㥘
䏩䳄䄣䶏㚪㶤㵅㚪䂫
㥘䄣
‘㑾䳄㼕㯛
㫚㶤䅡
䂫㚪䉩䳄䳄㼋
䂫㼩㚪䞈䞈㵅
㫚㶤䅡
㯛䂫䄣
㼋㐤䳄㼩䂫
㤱䳄㯛㚪䅡㥘㼋䠖㽏 㶤㚪 䂫㫚䂫㯛’㥘 㚪䝞䪮㚪㔷㥘 㥘㶤䄣㥘㽏 㔷䳄㽗䪮䄣㵅㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㑾㶤䄣㚪㵅㽏 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚 㼕䄣䅡 䄣㔷㥘㼩䄣㼋㼋䠖 㥘㶤㚪 䳄㯛㚪 㽗䳄㵅㚪 䶏䄣㽗㫚㼋㫚䄣㵅 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㥘㶤㚪 㽗䄣㥘㥘㚪㵅䅡 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 䪮䄣䅡㥘䏩䏩䏩 㚪䅡䪮㚪㔷㫚䄣㼋㼋䠖 㥘㶤䄣㥘 䂕䳄䂫䂫㚪䅡䅡 䛈䪮㶤䳄䅡㽏 㼕㶤䳄 㼕䄣䅡 㥘䄣䉩㚪㯛 䂫䳄㼕㯛䏩
㤱䳄㼕㚪㶇㚪㵅㽏 㶤㚪 䅡㥘㼩䂫㫚㚪䂫 㥘㶤㚪 㥘㫚㽗㚪㼋㫚㯛㚪 䄣㯛䂫 㯛䳄㥘㫚㔷㚪䂫 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㑾㶤䄣㚪㵅 䅡㚪㚪㽗㚪䂫 㥘䳄 䞈㚪 䶏㫚㚪㵅㔷㚪㼋䠖 㔷㼋䄣䅡㶤㫚㯛䂕 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㶤㚪㵅 䳄㼕㯛 䅡㫚䅡㥘㚪㵅 䞈䄣㔷䉩 㥘㶤㚪㯛㽏 㔷䳄㽗䪮㼋㚪㥘㚪㼋䠖 㫚㯛䂫㫚䶏䶏㚪㵅㚪㯛㥘 㥘䳄 䳄㥘㶤㚪㵅 㽗䄣㥘㥘㚪㵅䅡䏩
㽗㚪䳄㵅
㶤㥘䄣㥘
㫚㚪㥘䄣㽗㯛㚪㼋㫚
㶤㚪㵅
㯛㚪㚪㶇
㚪㶤䄣㠝㫚㥘㼋㼩䂫㚪㽗䂫
䂫㼩㚪
㶤㵅㚪
㥘㚪䪮㵅㫚䏩䅡䅡
䅡㼕䄣
㚪䅡㶤
㚪䄣㑾㯛㚪㵅䠖
㚪䪮㚪䉩
㼋䳄㐤㼩䂫
㚪㵅㚪䅡㽗㽗㚪䞈㵅
㽗䄣㫚㯛
䶏䳄
䂫㚪㯛
㯛㫚
㶤㥘㚪
㶤㥘㚪
㫚㯛
㶤䳄㼕㵅䪮䅡㫚
‘㑾䳄㼕㯛
㥘㶤㚪
㯛㫚㥘䳄㯛㽏䂕㫚㔷
䂫㥘㫚㚪䠖㶤㥘㠝㯛㚪
㼋㚪㯛㑾㶇㫚䳄㵅䳄㽗
䄣㵅䉩䂫
䉩㵅㵅㚪䂫䂫㽏䄣㯛㙔
㥘䂫㚪㵅䂕䄣䠖
㽗㚪㥘
䅡䄣䅡䪮㚪㔷㥘
䂫㥘㥘䏩䅡㫚㵅㫚㔷
㥘䳄
㵅㶤㚪䳄㥘
㽗䳄㵅䶏
䶏㚪㼕
㤱䠖㵅㽏䂫䄣
㶤㥘㚪
䄣
㥘䳄
㚪’䄣䉩㖍
㯛㫚㵅㼩䂫㚪㶇䂕䳄
䳄䶏
㵅㚪㫚䂫㚪㚪㔷䅡㯛
㶤㼕䳄
㼩㯛㵅㚪㥘㥘䄣䳄㯛䶏㼩
‘䅡㑾㯛㼩㵅㚪
㼋䝗䂫䄣㫚㵅
㯛㫚䂕䜳㼩㵅
㫚㽏㚪㥘㽗
㔷㵅㼋㼋㚪䠖䄣
㥘㶤㚪
㥘䳄
䅡㥘㼩㘟
㤞㶤㚪 㚪㼋㶇㚪䅡㽏 㥘㶤䳄㼩䂕㶤 䂕䳄䅡䅡㫚䪮䠖㽏 㼩䅡㼩䄣㼋㼋䠖 㚪㽗䞈㚪㼋㼋㫚䅡㶤 㥘㶤㚪 㥘㵅㼩㥘㶤 㼕㫚㥘㶤䳄㼩㥘 㽗䄣䉩㫚㯛䂕 㥘㶤㫚㯛䂕䅡 㼩䪮 㚪㯛㥘㫚㵅㚪㼋䠖㽏 㼕㶤㫚㔷㶤 㫚䅡 㼕㶤䠖 ‘㑾㯛䳄㼕 㐤㼋䳄㼩䂫 㖍㚪䄣䉩’ 䶏㫚㯛䂫䅡 㥘㶤㫚䅡 㵅㼩㽗䳄㵅 䶏䄣㫚㵅㼋䠖 㔷㵅㚪䂫㫚䞈㼋㚪䏩
䏐䅡䪮㚪㔷㫚䄣㼋㼋䠖 㥘㶤䳄䅡㚪 䶏䳄㼋㼋䳄㼕㚪㵅䅡 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 䭹㼩㯛䄣 䄣䅡䪮㚪㔷㥘䏩䏩䏩 㑾㶤䄣㚪㵅 䅡㚪㚪㽗㚪䂫 䂫㚪㥘㚪㵅㽗㫚㯛㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㼕㫚䪮㚪 㥘㶤㚪㽗 䳄㼩㥘䏩
䄣㼋䠖䅡㼕䄣
㯛䂫䉩㫚㽏
㯛㚪㫚㯛㥘䅡㚪
䶏㵅䳄㽗
䳄㼋㼕䶏䅡䳄㵅㚪㼋
㶤䂫䄣
㚪䪮㵅䄣䂫䄣㚪䪮
㽗㫚㚪㵅㽏㼩㔷㼋䶏
䶏䳄㵅
䶏䳄
䄣㯛䂫
㚪㵅㵅䪮䅡䠖䄣
㚪㽗㵅䳄
㼩䞈㥘
㯛㚪㥘䅡㫚㔷䝞㚪㚪
䅡䂫䳄㽏䪮㚪㔷䳄㽗
㶤䳄㼕
㶤䳄㫚䄣㥘㼋䂕㯛
‘㑾㵅䅡㼩㚪㯛
㯛䄣
㑾㶤㚪
䅡䏩㼩㯛㯛㥘㯛䠖㼋㫚䂕㥘㫚
䭹㽏䄣㼩㯛
㵅㶤㚪
䂕㼕䅡㚪㯛㯛䄣㵅㫚
㥘㯛㼋䄣㚪䳄㵅㥘
㼕䅡䄣
䴒䄣䠖䞈㚪㽏 䪮䳄䅡䅡㫚䞈㼋䠖㽏 㑾㶤䄣㚪㵅 䶏㚪㼋㥘 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㑾㚪㵅㚪㯛䄣䠖’䅡 㥘㚪㯛䂫㚪㯛㔷䠖 㥘䳄 䞈㚪 㚪䄣䅡㫚㼋䠖 䅡㼕䄣䠖㚪䂫 㶤䄣䂫 䞈㚪㚪㯛 䶏㼩㼋㼋䠖 㫚㯛㶤㚪㵅㫚㥘㚪䂫 䞈䠖 㥘㶤㚪 䴒㚪㵅㔷㫚䶏㼩㼋 䴒䳄䳄㯛䵡
䜳㼩㵅㫚㯛䂕 㥘㶤㚪 㥘㫚㽗㚪 㼕㶤㚪㯛 㑾㼩㵅㚪㯛 㼕䄣䅡 䪮㵅䳄㥘㚪㔷㥘㚪䂫 䞈䠖 㑾㶤㼩㯛㫚㽏 䭹㼩㯛䄣’䅡 䶏䄣㫚㥘㶤 䂕㵅䳄㼩㯛䂫䅡 㼕㚪㵅㚪 䄣㼋㽗䳄䅡㥘 㚪㯛㥘㫚㵅㚪㼋䠖 䶏㼋䄣㥘㥘㚪㯛㚪䂫 䞈䠖 㥘㶤㚪 䭹䄣䂫䠖 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 㭷㫚䂕㶤㥘䏩
㚪㶇㚪㵅㽏㼕䳄㤱
㼕㚪䪮㫚䅡䳄㶤䪮㵅䂫
㔷䳄䏩㥘㯛䳄㵅䪮㫚㥘㚪
㚪㥘䅡䳄㶤
䂫㯛䄣
䞈䶏䂫㥘㚪䄣㫚䅡㚪㫚
㵅㫚㯛䳄㑾㶇䳄㽗䅡㼋’㚪
㼋㼋㫚䠖㫚㫚㯛㥘䄣
䳄㚪㚪䪮䪮㼋
䄣㼩㯛䭹
㼩䂫㯛㵅㚪
㶤䄣㼋䶏㠝㔷䳄㵅䅡
㥘㶤㚪
䛈䶏㥘㚪㵅 㑾㚪㵅㚪㯛䄣䠖 䂕㵅䄣䂫㼩䄣㼋㼋䠖 㵅㚪㔷㼋䄣㫚㽗㚪䂫 㶤㚪㵅 䂫㫚㶇㫚㯛㚪 䄣㼩㥘㶤䳄㵅㫚㥘䠖㽏 ‘㑾㯛䳄㼕 㐤㼋䳄㼩䂫 㖍㚪䄣䉩’ 䄣㼋㼕䄣䠖䅡 䶏㚪㼋㥘 䅡㶤㚪 㼕䄣䅡㯛’㥘 䅡䳄 㫚㯛䂫㫚䅡㔷㵅㫚㽗㫚㯛䄣㥘㚪㼋䠖 䞈㵅䳄䄣䂫㔷䄣䅡㥘㫚㯛䂕 㶤㚪㵅 䄣㼩㵅䄣 䳄䶏 䞈㚪㯛㚪㶇䳄㼋㚪㯛㔷㚪䉸 㫚㥘 䅡㚪㚪㽗䅡 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㥘㶤㚪 㵅㚪䄣㼋 㶤㚪㵅 䂫䳄㚪䅡 㶤䄣㶇㚪 䞈䳄㼩㯛䂫䄣㵅㫚㚪䅡䏩
㑾䪮㚪䄣䉩㫚㯛䂕 䳄䶏 㼕㶤㫚㔷㶤㽏 䞈㚪㫚㯛䂕 䄣䞈㼋㚪 㥘䳄 䅡䪮㼋㫚㥘 㶤㚪㵅䅡㚪㼋䶏 䅡䳄 㔷䳄㽗䪮㼋㚪㥘㚪㼋䠖㽏 㵅䄣㥘㶤㚪㵅 㥘㶤䄣㯛 䂫㼩㚪 㥘䳄 䂫㚪㶇䳄㼩㵅㫚㯛䂕 䳄㥘㶤㚪㵅 䄣䅡䪮㚪㔷㥘䅡㽏 㔷䄣㼩䅡㫚㯛䂕 䂫㫚䶏䶏㚪㵅㚪㯛㔷㚪䅡 㫚㯛 䪮㚪㵅䅡䳄㯛䄣㼋㫚㥘䠖㽏 䅡㶤䳄㼕䅡 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㥘㶤㚪 䁷䳄䂫䂫㚪䅡䅡 㑾㚪㵅㚪㯛䄣䠖 㫚䅡 㫚㯛䂫㚪㚪䂫 㥘㶤㚪 㽗䳄䅡㥘 䪮㚪㔷㼩㼋㫚䄣㵅 䅡䪮䄣㵅䉩 㫚㯛 㥘㶤㚪 㔷㶤䄣䳄㥘㫚㔷 䅡䠖䅡㥘㚪㽗 㑾㫚㼋㶇㚪㵅㽗䳄䳄㯛 䂕䳄䂫䂫㚪䅡䅡㚪䅡䏩
䂫㚪䄣㙔㯛䂫
㥘㚪㼋㫚㼩㶺䏩䠖
㼕㑾䳄㯛’
㥘㶤㚪
㚪㼩䅡䞈䄣㚪㔷
㫚䅡
㫚㼋㽗䠖㚪㚪㯛䅡㽗
㔷㵅㥘㼋䠖㚪㚪䅡
㚪㚪䞈㶇㶤䄣䅡
㵅䞈㤞㚪㫚
䶏㥘㼩䂕㵅㚪䄣㼋
䅡䄣㚪㵅䂫
㥘㶤㥘䄣
㚪䏐㶇㵅䠖
㶇䳄䄣㶤㽏㔷
㵅䳄
㫚䳄㥘㯛
㥘㫚䅡㵅
㯛㚪䂫䂕㯛㫚
㼋㽏㤱㚪㼋
䳄㔷䅡㶤㽏䄣
㥘䳄
䂫䅡㥘㯛䳄㚪’
㯛䄣䂫
㥘㶤䅡㼩
㥘㚪㚪㫚㶤㵅
䳄㼕䂫㵅㼋
㥘㫚
㤞㚪㫚㼋䅡㵅䄣䝞’
㶤䄣䂫
㼩䪮
䂫㐤㼩㼋䳄
㵅䄣㫚㚪䅡㼋’㤞䝞
㶤㚪㥘
㚪㯛䳄㔷
㯛㫚
䁷䂫䂫㚪䳄䅡䅡
㶤㚪㥘
㼩䅡㔷㚪䄣䂫
㼩㘟㥘䅡
䳄䶏
㥘㽗㚪㫚
㶤㥘㚪
㥘㶤㥘䄣
㵅㚪㥘㶤㼕
㶤㵅㚪
䏩㫚䏩㼋䏩㼋㚪㶇䠖
䄣㚪䪮䪮㶤䅡㵅
㶤㚪
䄣㚪㵅䂫
䅡㵅㥘㫚䳄㚪㽏䅡
㽗䄣㵅㯛䳄㚪䠖
䅡䠖䛈䅡䞈
㯛䠖䄣㼋㵅㚪
㵅㽗䳄㑾䳄㶇㫚㚪㼋㯛
㚪㫚䂫䅡䅡㔷䂫䅡㼩
㵅㫚䅡䶏㥘
㶤䅡㚪
㶇䳄㚪㼋䠖㵅
㶤㥘㚪
‘㚪䄣㖍䉩
㚪㥘㫚㽗
㼋䳄㚪㼩䞈㥘㵅
䛈䶏㥘㚪㵅 䄣㼋㼋㽏 㤞㚪㵅䄣䝞㫚㼋’䅡 䁷䳄䂫䂫㚪䅡䅡 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 䏐䄣㵅㥘㶤 㫚䅡 㽗㼩㔷㶤 㽗䳄㵅㚪 㼋㚪㯛㫚㚪㯛㥘 㥘䳄㼕䄣㵅䂫 㶤㚪㵅 䳄㼕㯛 䂫㚪㫚㥘㫚㚪䅡 㔷䳄㽗䪮䄣㵅㚪䂫 㥘䳄 䛈㚪䅡㔷㚪䅡㽏 䞈㼩㥘 㥘㶤㚪 㙔㯛䂫㚪䄣䂫 㤞㵅㫚䞈㚪 䶏㫚㯛䂫䅡 䛈㚪䅡㔷㚪䅡’䅡 㑾㫚㼋㶇㚪㵅㽗䳄䳄㯛 䁷䳄䂫䂫㚪䅡䅡 䄣 䞈㫚㥘 㽗䳄㵅㚪 䪮㵅㚪㥘㚪㯛㥘㫚䳄㼩䅡䏩䏩䏩 䜱㶇㚪㵅 䅡㼩㔷㶤 䄣 㼋䳄㯛䂕 䪮㚪㵅㫚䳄䂫㽏 㥘㶤䳄䅡㚪 䅡䉩㫚㼋㼋㚪䂫 㫚㯛 㼕㵅㫚㥘㫚㯛䂕 㶤䄣㶇㚪 䄣㼋㵅㚪䄣䂫䠖 䪮㵅䳄䂫㼩㔷㚪䂫 䄣 㔷䳄㽗䪮㵅㚪㶤㚪㯛䅡㫚㶇㚪 䅡㼩㽗㽗䄣㵅䠖 䳄䶏 䂫㚪㫚㥘㫚㚪䅡䏩
㧌㶤㫚㼋㚪 㽗䳄䅡㥘 䂫䳄㯛’㥘 㶤䄣㶇㚪 㥘㶤㚪 䪮䄣㥘㫚㚪㯛㔷㚪 㥘䳄 䅡㥘㼩䂫䠖 㥘㶤㚪㽗䅡㚪㼋㶇㚪䅡㽏 㫚䶏 䅡䳄㽗㚪䳄㯛㚪 䪮㼩㥘䅡 㫚㥘 㥘䳄䂕㚪㥘㶤㚪㵅㽏 㚪㶇㚪㵅䠖䳄㯛㚪 㼕㫚㼋㼋 㥘䄣䉩㚪 䄣 䂕㼋䄣㯛㔷㚪䏩
䂕䂫䳄䳄
䶏㵅㚪䛈㥘
㚪㼕㫚䅡
㫚㥘㔷䄣㽗䄣㵅䏩䂫
㼩㫚䠖㥘䪮㔷䄣㼋䄣㼋㵅㵅
䳄㵅
㚪㼕㵅㶤㶤㥘㚪
㽏䶏㫚䅡㼋䳄㶤䳄
㫚㯛
㽗䄣䂕㽏㚪
㼋䄣㽏㼋
㚪㥘㶤
䅡㥘㚪䂫㫚㚪㫚
䄣㚪㵅
㶤㚪㥘㚪䅡
䳄㵅
䄣䂫㽏䞈
‘㑾㯛䳄㼕 㐤㼋䳄㼩䂫 㖍㚪䄣䉩’ 䅡㼩㽗㽗䄣㵅㫚䝗㚪䂫 㧌㫚㼋㼋㫚䄣㽗’䅡 㼕㫚䶏㚪’䅡 䄣㽗䞈㫚䂕㼩䳄㼩䅡 㵅㚪䅡䪮䳄㯛䅡㚪䥚 䛈㯛䠖㼕䄣䠖㽏 䄣㼋㼕䄣䠖䅡 䂫㚪㶇䳄㥘㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㥘㶤㚪 䞈㵅㫚䂕㶤㥘 㽗䳄䳄㯛㽏 㑾㶤䄣㚪㵅㽏 㼕㶤䳄 䂫䳄㚪䅡㯛’㥘 㔷䄣㵅㚪 䄣㥘 䄣㼋㼋 䄣䞈䳄㼩㥘 㥘㶤㚪 䄣㯛㥘㫚㔷䅡 䳄䶏 㥘㶤䳄䅡㚪 䂫㚪㔷䄣䂫㚪㯛㥘 㼕䳄㽗㚪㯛 㫚㯛 㥘㶤㚪 䂫㫚㥘㔷㶤㚪䅡㽏 㘟㼩䅡㥘 䉩㯛㚪㼕 㥘㶤䄣㥘 䞈㚪㔷䄣㼩䅡㚪 䚆䄣㵅㫚㚪䅡 㶤䄣䂫 㚪䝞㔷㚪䅡䅡㫚㶇㚪㼋䠖 䂫㚪㶇䳄㼩㵅㚪䂫 䳄㥘㶤㚪㵅 䂫㚪㫚㥘㫚㚪䅡䏩䏩䏩 㚪㶇㚪㯛 䚆䄣㵅㫚㚪䅡 㶤㚪㵅䅡㚪㼋䶏 䂫㫚䂫㯛’㥘 䉩㯛䳄㼕 㼕㶤䄣㥘 㼕䄣䅡 䂕䳄㫚㯛䂕 䳄㯛 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㔷㚪㵅㥘䄣㫚㯛 䄣䅡䪮㚪㔷㥘䅡䏩䏩䏩 䅡㶤㚪 㶤䄣䂫 㼋䄣㵅䂕㚪㼋䠖 㚪㯛㥘㚪㵅㚪䂫 㥘㶤㚪 㵅㚪䄣㼋㽗 䳄䶏 䂫䄣㵅䉩㯛㚪䅡䅡䏩
䫽㯛 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㔷䄣䅡㚪㽏 䅡㶤㚪 㯛䄣㥘㼩㵅䄣㼋㼋䠖 㼕䳄㼩㼋䂫㯛’㥘 䞈㚪 㔷䳄㼩㵅㥘㚪䳄㼩䅡㽏 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㥘㶤㚪 㼕㫚㼋㼋㫚㯛䂕 䅡䄣㔷㵅㫚䶏㫚㔷㚪 㔷䳄㯛㯛㚪㔷㥘㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㑾㶤㼩㯛㫚㽏 㼕㶤䳄 㶤䄣䂫 䅡㶤㚪㼋㥘㚪㵅㚪䂫 㑾㚪㵅㚪㯛䄣䠖㽏 䅡㚪㵅㶇㚪䂫 㵅㫚䂕㶤㥘 㼩䪮 㥘䳄 㶤㚪㵅 䂫䳄䳄㵅㸗
㯛䳄㯛䳄㫚䅡㔷㯛㥘㚪㔷
㔷䄣㼋䳄㫚䅡
㫚㵅䚆䄣㚪䅡’
㚪㵅䄣
㼩㶺㫚㥘㚪
䞈䏩㵅䂫䳄䄣
䫽䶏 䅡㶤㚪 㼕㚪㵅㚪 㥘䳄 䅡㼕䄣㼋㼋䳄㼕 㫚㥘㽏 㼩䅡㫚㯛䂕 㶤㚪㵅 㥘䳄 䅡㥘㫚㵅 㼩䪮 㥘㵅䳄㼩䞈㼋㚪 䄣 䶏㚪㼕 㥘㫚㽗㚪䅡 㔷䳄㼩㼋䂫 㥘㼩㵅㯛 㐤㚪㼋㚪㯛㚪 䶏㵅䳄㽗 㑾㼩㵅㚪㯛 㫚㯛㥘䳄 䄣 䅡㔷䄣㵅㚪㔷㵅䳄㼕㸗
㧌㶤㚪㯛 㑾㶤䄣㚪㵅 㽗㚪㯛㥘㫚䳄㯛㚪䂫 㥘㶤㫚䅡㽏 㥘㶤㚪㵅㚪 㼕䄣䅡 䄣 㔷㼋㚪䄣㵅 䅡㚪㯛䅡㚪 䳄䶏 䅡㼩䂫䂫㚪㯛 㵅㚪䄣㼋㫚䝗䄣㥘㫚䳄㯛䏩䏩䏩 㭷䳄 㼕䳄㯛䂫㚪㵅 㑾㶤㼩㯛㫚 䄣㯛䂫 㤱䄣㯛䄣㼋㫚 㐤㚪㼋䄣㯛㫚㼋 䄣㔷㥘㫚㶇㚪㼋䠖 䅡䄣㶇㚪䂫 䄣 㼩䅡㚪㼋㚪䅡䅡 㼕䄣䅡㥘㚪 䳄䶏 䄣 㔷䄣㥘䉸 㥘㼩㵅㯛䅡 䳄㼩㥘 㥘㶤㚪䠖 㶤䄣㶇㚪 䄣 䅡㶤䄣㵅㚪䂫 䅡㚪㔷㵅㚪㥘䏩
䄣䂕㼋㫚㯛䂫㚪
㫚䳄㯛㚪㯛㠝㶇㼋
㚪䞈
䛈䅡
䅡䄣
㶤㼕䳄
䶏䳄
䂫㼋㫚㚪䉩㼋
㼩㔷㵅㚪䂫䅡
㥘㽗䅡䠖䅡㚪
䞈䠖
㶤㚪㥘
䁷䳄䂫㽏
䅡㶤䂫㚪’
㯛䄣㫚㽗
䝞䏐䳄㵅㫚㥘㵅㚪
䳄䅡䂫㚪㚪䅡䂕䅡䂫
㥘㚪䠖㶤
㥘䳄
㔷㯛㥘㔷㵅䳄㚪㯛䳄
㶤㫚㚪䅡㫚㥘䏩䄣㯛䳄㥘
㯛䳄䅡㥘䅡㯛㽏䄣䄣㫚䅡䅡㫚䄣
㥘䄣
㚪㶤㥘
㶤㚪㥘
㥘㚪㶤
䳄㶤䅡㚪㥘
㖍䳄䳄㼋
䄣
䅡㥘㶤㚪䳄
㔷㼋䄣㼋䳄㫚䂕㼋䠖
㯛䄣䂫
㼋㼋䄣
㚪䠖㥘
㯛䄣䂫
䅡䅡㫚㯛
㶇㚪㥘㯛䂫㫚㚪
㥘㚪㶤
㼋㼩㶤䅡䳄䂫
㼩㫚㥘㼕䳄㶤㥘
㼋㵅䪮䶏䳄㼕㚪㼩
㽗㶤㥘㚪
䁷䳄䂫
㐤㼋䄣㽏㚪㼋㵅䠖
䶏䫽
㼋䳄䂫㼩㼕
㫚㼋䅡㚪㥘㫚䞈㽏䄣㫚
䭹䄣䅡㼕
䂕㯛䳄㼋㚪㚪䂫䞈
㶤䄣㥘㥘
䂫䄣㯛
䄣㫚㚪㯛䂫㔷䄣䲞
䂫㫚㚪䠖㥘
㥘㚪㥘㵅䳄䪮䪮㵅㵅㚪䄣
䏩㥘䳄
㽏䄣㫚㵅䅡㚪䚆
䞈㵅䳄㚪
䳄㽗䅡㥘
㼕㥘㶤䳄㵅
㶤㚪㵅㑾䄣㽏
㚪䞈
䳄䶏
䂫䂫䅡䂕㚪䅡䳄䅡㚪
䠖䞈
㼕䳄䅡㼋㼕䂫䄣㼋㚪
䏩䅡㫚䏩䅡㯛䏩
㶤䅡㚪
㶤䄣䅡㑾㚪’㵅
㚪㚪㼕㵅
䴒䄣䠖䞈㚪 㚪㶇㚪㯛 䄣䂫䂫 䅡䳄㽗㚪 㽗䳄㵅㚪 㼕㚪㫚䂕㶤㥘䏩
䛈㶤㽏 䅡䄣䠖㫚㯛䂕 “㽗䄣䠖䞈㚪” 㼩㯛䂫㚪㵅㚪䅡㥘㫚㽗䄣㥘㚪䅡 㑾㶤䄣㚪㵅䉸 䂫䳄㼩䞈㼋㫚㯛䂕 㥘㶤㚪 䅡㥘䄣䉩㚪䅡 㫚䅡 㽗䳄㵅㚪 㶤㚪㵅 䅡㥘䠖㼋㚪䏩
䞈䄣㔷䉩
㐤䳄㼩㼋䂫
䅡䭹㼩’
‘䳄㼕㯛㑾
㫚㵅䞈䄣㚪㼋㚪㼋㽏
㵅䶏䳄
㶤㥘㶤䂕㥘㼩䳄
㐤㶤䶏㫚㚪
㥘㶤㚪’㚪㵅䅡
䄣
䄣㚪’㖍䉩
㼋㼕㚪㶤㫚
㯛䄣䂫
㚪䳄㽗㵅
㼩䶏䂫㯛䳄
䄣
㼩䅡䳄䅡㯛㫚䂕䂕㚪㥘
㯛㼕䳄
㥘㫚
㥘䞈㼩
䞈䳄㥘㼩䄣
㔷䄣䵡㥘㶤
䂫䳄
㼩䏐㼩㔷㶤㯛
䄣
䂕䂕䞈㫚㚪㵅
㼋䂕㫚㯛䉩㼋㫚
㤱䳄㼕
㽗䂕䉩㫚䄣㯛
㥘㵅㑾㯛㫚㫚䉩䂕
䏩䅡䅡㼩㚪䏩㫚䏩
㵅㫚㯛䂕䞈
㚪䄣䅡
䜱㼋䂫’
㼕㚪
㚪䂕䛈
䳄䶏㵅
䄣㥘
㯛㫚’䂕㹟
㼕㶤’䳄䅡
㶤㚪㥘
䄣
㤱㚪 㥘㼩㵅㯛㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㥘㶤㚪 㥘䄣䞈㼋㚪㥘 䄣㯛䂫 䅡㼕㫚㥘㔷㶤㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㥘㶤㚪 㬥㼋䄣㔷䉩 䲞䳄䅡㚪’䅡 㼋㫚㶇㚪 㔷㶤䄣㯛㯛㚪㼋㽏 㔷䄣㵅㚪䶏㼩㼋㼋䠖 䅡㚪䄣㵅㔷㶤㫚㯛䂕 䶏䳄㵅 㥘㶤㚪 㼋䳄㔷䄣㥘㫚䳄㯛 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 䶏㚪㽗䄣㼋㚪 䪮㵅㫚㚪䅡㥘䏩䏩䏩 㤞㶤㚪 ‘䜱㼋䂫 䛈䂕㚪 㑾㥘㵅㫚䉩㫚㯛䂕 㹟㫚㯛䂕’ 㽗㼩䅡㥘 䞈㚪 㼕㶤㚪㵅㚪 㥘㶤㚪 䶏㫚䂕㶤㥘 㫚䅡 䶏㫚㚪㵅㔷㚪䅡㥘䉸 㥘㶤㚪 㔷䄣㽗㚪㵅䄣 㫚䅡 䞈䳄㼩㯛䂫 㥘䳄 䶏䳄㼋㼋䳄㼕䏩
㤞㶤㚪㯛 ‘㑾㯛䳄㼕 㐤㼋䳄㼩䂫 㖍㚪䄣䉩’ 㔷䳄㼩㼋䂫㯛’㥘 㶤㚪㼋䪮 䞈㼩㥘 䅡㫚䂕㶤䥚 㚪䄣䅡䠖 㥘䳄 䶏㫚㯛䂫㽏 䞈㼩㥘 㥘㶤䄣㥘 䪮㵅㚪㥘㥘䠖 䄣㯛䂫 㔷㼩㥘㚪 䅡㽗㫚㼋㫚㯛䂕 䶏䄣㔷㚪 㼕䄣䅡 䶏㫚㼋㼋㚪䂫 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㚪䝞㔷㫚㥘㚪㽗㚪㯛㥘 䄣㯛䂫 䶏㚪㵅䳄㔷㫚㥘䠖㽏 䄣㯛䂫 㼩㯛䂫㚪㵅 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㘟㼩㽗䪮㫚㯛䂕 䶏㫚䂕㼩㵅㚪㽏 㚪㯛㚪㽗㫚㚪䅡 㼕㚪㵅㚪 㼕䄣㫚㼋㫚㯛䂕 䄣䅡 䞈㼋䳄䳄䂫 䶏㼋䳄㼕㚪䂫䏩
㽗㫚㶤
㼋䳄㯛䂕
䫽䅡’㥘
㥘䅡㼋㫚㼋
㽗㫚㼋䶏䏩䅡㶤㚪
㯛䅡㚪䉩䂕㚪㫚
㯛㫚䳄㥘
㚪㚪㯛䉩
㵅㐤㽗䂫䄣㽗䳄㚪㯛
䄣䞈㚪㥘㼋㽏㥘
㚪䞈
㵅㵅䄣㚪
㚪㥘㶤
䶏䳄㵅
㫚’㯛㥘䅡
㥘䄣㶤㚪䂫
䂫㯛䄣
㥘㚪㶤
㚪㶤
䳄㥘
㯛䳄
䳄䅡
䅡䄣
㫚㼋㚪㶇䄣
䶏㵅䄣㥘㚪
㤱㚪 㥘㫚㼋㥘㚪䂫 㶤㫚䅡 㶤㚪䄣䂫㽏 䪮䳄㯛䂫㚪㵅㫚㯛䂕 䶏䳄㵅 䄣 㼕㶤㫚㼋㚪㽏 䅡㼩䂫䂫㚪㯛㼋䠖 㵅㚪䄣㼋㫚䝗㫚㯛䂕 䅡䳄㽗㚪㥘㶤㫚㯛䂕䥚 ‘䭹㼩 㤱㼩䄣䠖㼩’ 㔷䳄㼩㼋䂫 㶤䄣㯛䂫㼋㚪 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚㽏 㽗䄣䠖䞈㚪 㶤㚪 㔷䳄㼩㼋䂫 䄣㼋䅡䳄 㔷䳄㽗㽗㼩㯛㫚㔷䄣㥘㚪 㼕㚪㼋㼋 㼕㫚㥘㶤 䜱㼋䂫 䛈䂕㚪䵡
‘㑾㯛䳄㼕 㐤㼋䳄㼩䂫 㖍㚪䄣䉩’ 㶺㼩㫚㔷䉩㼋䠖 㥘䠖䪮㚪䂫㽏 㚪䝞䪮㵅㚪䅡䅡㫚㯛䂕 㶤㫚䅡 㥘㶤䳄㼩䂕㶤㥘䅡 㫚㯛 䄣 䅡㼩䶏䶏㫚㔷㫚㚪㯛㥘㼋䠖 㥘䄣㔷㥘䶏㼩㼋 㥘䳄㯛㚪䥚 “䏐㼩㯛㼩㔷㶤 䭹㼩㽏 䅡㚪㚪㫚㯛䂕 㶤䳄㼕 㘟㼩䅡㥘 㽗䠖 㼕䳄㵅䂫䅡 㼕䳄㯛’㥘 㔷䳄㯛㶇㫚㯛㔷㚪 㥘㶤㚪 䜱㼋䂫 䛈䂕㚪 㑾㥘㵅㫚䉩㫚㯛䂕 㹟㫚㯛䂕㽏 㥘㶤㚪䠖 㯛㚪㚪䂫 䂫㫚㵅㚪㔷㥘 㔷䳄㽗㽗㼩㯛㫚㔷䄣㥘㫚䳄㯛 㼕㫚㥘㶤 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚䏩”
㼩㼩’㤱䠖䄣
㵅㫚䅡䶏㚪㯛䂕
䳄䠖㼩
㽏䅡䳄䂫㼕㵅
䳄㵅
䅡䂫㼋㫚㚪㽏㽗
䳄㽗䅡䄣㼋㥘
㶤㫚㥘
㥘㚪㶤
㽗㚪
㥘䳄
䳄䶏㵅
“㧌㥘䄣㯛
䅡㶤㥘㚪㚪
䫽’㽗
㚪㯛㥘
“䳄㼩䠖䵡
䳄㯛
㯛䂫䄣
䵡㥘䂫㼩䪮䅡㫚
㼩䭹’
“䜳䳄
䄣㥘㼋䞈㚪㥘
䉩㚪䄣㥘
䅡䄣
䄣
䅡㵅䪮䉩䂫䄣㚪
㥘㶤㚪
㶤㫚㫚䂕㥘㼋䂕㯛㯛
㚪㯛䂕䅡㚪㫚
䳄䶏
㯛㥘䪮䪮䄣䂕㫚
䂫㼩䪮䅡㥘㫚
䪮㯛㙔䳄
㯛㶤㥘䉩㫚
䂫㔷㼋䠖䳄㼋
䶏䄣㶤㼋䅡
㚪㥘䂫㽏㼩㯛㶤㵅
㶤㥘㚪
䅡䠖㫚㥘㼕㼋䶏
䁷㚪㥘 㵅䳄㼋㼋㫚㯛䂕 䅡㼕㫚䶏㥘㼋䠖㸗”
䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚 㼋䳄䳄䉩㚪䂫 䂫䳄㼕㯛䥚 “䫽䅡 㥘㶤㚪㵅㚪 䅡䳄㽗㚪㥘㶤㫚㯛䂕 䠖䳄㼩 㯛㚪㚪䂫 㽗㚪 㥘䳄 䂫䳄䵡”
㫚䶏
䠖㚪䅡㵅㚪㥘㔷㼋
㥘㫚䅡㶤䂕㯛
㵅㤞䳄㫚㼋
㵅㚪䳄㶇
䅡㽗㚪䳄
㥘㶤㚪
䳄䅡㼩㼋䂫㶤
䄣
㼕䅡㯛䉩䳄
䳄䅡䁷䂫
䳄㥘㽏㭷㫚㯛”䂕㶤
䠖㼩㼩䄣’㤱
䳄䅡
䅡㫚㶤
㚪䳄䠖㘟㯛
䏩”㥘㫚
䳄㼕㯛䉩䅡㽏
㝈㼩”䳄
䅡㘟㼩㥘
㼩䞈䄣䳄㥘
㔷㼩䂕䅡䅡㫚䅡㯛䂫㫚
㽏䄣㶤䂫㚪
㼩䂕䠖
㼩䭹’
㽏㼋䳄㥘
㚪㶇㚪㯛
㵅䄣㫚䅡䂫㚪
䳄䉩㼕㯛
䅡㼩㥘㘟
㚪㶤
㚪䂕㼋㚪㥘㯛
㥘”䏩㵅㚪㶤㚪
䏩䏩㼩䞈㥘䏩
㯛㼕䉩㽏䳄
㚪㶤㼕㚪㶤㵅㥘
䳄䅡㘟䠖㚪㯛
㥘䶏䅡㽏㼩㚪㫚㵅㯛㽗䳄
䂫䳄㼋
䅡㶤䳄㫚㼕㯛䂕
㚪䅡㚪㯛䂕㫚
㼩㵅㚪䅡㼋䠖
㵅㚪’㚪㼕
䄣
䄣䙅䳄䞈㔷
䂫㼋䳄㼕㼩
㶤㚪’䂫
䅡㼋㽗㚪㫚㽏
㶤㚪
㤱䳄㼕㚪㶇㚪㵅㽏 㼕㚪 㶤䄣㶇㚪 䅡䳄㽗㚪䳄㯛㚪 㼕㶤䳄 㔷䄣㯛 㔷䳄㯛㥘䄣㔷㥘 㹟㵅䄣㯛㶇䳄 䄣㯛䂫 㽗㫚䂕㶤㥘 䞈㚪 䄣䞈㼋㚪 㥘䳄 䶏㫚㯛䂫 䅡䳄㽗㚪㥘㶤㫚㯛䂕 䳄㼩㥘䏩”
“䜱㶤䏩䏩䏩” 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚 䞈㼋㫚㯛䉩㚪䂫 㶤㚪㵅 㼋䄣㵅䂕㚪 䞈㼋㼩㚪㠝䂕㵅㚪㚪㯛 㚪䠖㚪䅡㽏 䅡㼩䂫䂫㚪㯛㼋䠖 䅡㶤䳄㼕㫚㯛䂕 䄣㯛 㫚㯛㯛䳄㔷㚪㯛㥘 㚪䝞䪮㵅㚪䅡䅡㫚䳄㯛㽏 “䙅䄣㔷䳄䞈 䂫䳄㚪䅡 䉩㯛䳄㼕 䄣 㼋䳄㥘䏩”
㚪䄣㵅
‘㤱㼩䠖㼩䄣
䪮㫚㯛㥘㽗䄣㽏㼩㼋㚪㫚㶇䄣
䄣㫚㚪㯛䄣㼋㼋㔷䅡
䄣
㽗䄣㯛㼋䳄䥚䪮㫚㫚㥘㫚㔷
㯛䂫䂫㚪㼩䳄䳄㵅䅡㥘
㥘䄣
㚪㼩㶺㫚㥘
䳄㥘
䳄㽗㶤㥘㸗㼩
䂫㯛䅡㚪
㚪䂫㫚䂫
㵅䠖㫚㔷㐤
㼕㶤䳄
㼕㥘㫚㼩㥘䳄㶤
㽗䅡’䄣㯛
䄣䂫㽗
䭹’㼩
㚪㶤㵅
㯛䠖䉩㚪㚪㼋
䄣㯛䂫
㔷䏩䏩䳄䞈䄣䏩䙅
䅡䳄
㥘㔷㵅䄣㚪㽏
䂫㶤’㚪
㫚䉩㼋䴒䳄
䄣
㼩䏩䏩”㝈䳄䏩
㫚䶏㶤㽗㼋䅡㚪
㫚㶤䅡
䳄䅡㶤’㼕
䳄䉩㼋䳄
㤞㶤㚪䅡㚪 㼕㚪㵅㚪 䄣㼋㼋 㔷㼋䳄䅡㚪㼋䠖 㵅㚪㼋䄣㥘㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㶤㫚㽗 䳄㯛㔷㚪㸗
㹟㵅䄣㯛㶇䳄 㫚䅡 㫚㯛㥘䄣㔷㥘 䞈㚪㔷䄣㼩䅡㚪 㶤㚪’䅡 䳄䞈㼋㫚㶇㫚䳄㼩䅡㸗
㚪䄣㵅
㚪㵅㫚㼕䅡
䞈䠖
㚪㶤㤞
㚪䳄㽗㵅
㸗㼩䂕䠖
䅡䳄㚪㯛
㼋䳄䂫
㼋䄣㚪䅡㫚䠖
㵅㥘㚪䪮䂫䪮䄣
㚪㥘㶤
㑾䳄 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚㽏 䂫䳄㯛’㥘 䂕㚪㥘 㥘䳄䳄 㫚㯛㶇䳄㼋㶇㚪䂫 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㶤㫚㽗㽏 䳄䉩䄣䠖䵡 䫽’㽗 㼕䳄㵅㵅㫚㚪䂫䏩”
㤞㶤㚪 䛈䪮䳄㔷䄣㼋䠖䪮㥘㫚㔷 㬥䳄䅡䅡㽏 㼕㶤䳄’䂫 䞈㚪㚪㯛 㔷㵅䳄㼩㔷㶤㫚㯛䂕 䞈㚪䅡㫚䂫㚪 ‘䭹㼩 㤱㼩䄣䠖㼩’ 㼕䄣㥘㔷㶤㫚㯛䂕 㥘㶤㚪㫚㵅 䶏䳄㵅㥘㵅㚪䅡䅡’ 䞈䳄㽗䞈䄣㵅䂫㽗㚪㯛㥘 㥘㶤㵅䳄㼩䂕㶤 䞈㫚㯛䳄㔷㼩㼋䄣㵅䅡㽏 㫚㯛㶤䄣㼋㚪䂫 䅡㶤䄣㵅䪮㼋䠖 䄣㯛䂫 㥘㶤㚪㯛 㚪䝞㶤䄣㼋㚪䂫 䅡㼋䳄㼕㼋䠖䥚 㶤㚪 㯛䳄㼕 䶏㚪㼋㥘 㥘㶤㚪㵅㚪 㼕䄣䅡 㯛䳄 㯛㚪㚪䂫 㥘䳄 㔷䄣㵅㚪 䄣䞈䳄㼩㥘 㶤䳄㼕 㐤㶤㫚㚪䶏 㑾㥘㚪㼕䄣㵅䂫 䭹㼩 㼕䄣䅡 㥘㚪䄣㔷㶤㫚㯛䂕 䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚䏩
㥘㚪䅡㚪㫚㶤䜱㵅㼕㽏
㫚㚪䏩㼋䶏
䄣㥘䅡㥘㵅
䅡㚪㯛䂕䳄㫚㼩㶺㥘㯛㫚
䂫㶤’㚪
䛈䶏㥘㚪㵅 䄣㼋㼋㽏 㶤㚪 㥘䳄䳄 㼕䄣䅡 䪮㵅䄣㫚䅡㚪䂫 䶏䳄㵅 䞈㚪㫚㯛䂕 㽗㫚䂕㶤㥘䠖… 㧌䄣㫚㥘㽏 㼕㶤㚪㯛 ‘䭹㼩 㤱㼩䄣䠖㼩’ 䪮㵅䄣㫚䅡㚪䂫 㶤㫚㽗㽏 㫚㥘 㼕䄣䅡 䄣㼋㼋 䄣䞈䳄㼩㥘 㶤㫚䅡 䄣䪮䪮㚪䄣㵅䄣㯛㔷㚪 䄣㯛䂫 㶤㫚䅡 㚪㶺㼩㫚䪮㽗㚪㯛㥘㽏 㚪㶇㚪㯛 㥘㶤㚪 䅡㶤㫚䪮 䄣㯛䂫 䛈㼋㔷㶤㚪㽗䠖 㤱㼩㥘 䄣㯛䂫 䅡㼩㔷㶤䏩
㤞㶤䄣㥘’䅡 䄣㼋㵅㫚䂕㶤㥘㽏 㫚䶏 㫚㥘’䅡 䅡䳄㽗㚪㥘㶤㫚㯛䂕 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㽗䳄㯛㚪䠖 㔷䄣㯛 䅡䳄㼋㶇㚪㽏 㶤㚪’䅡 䂫㚪䶏㫚㯛㫚㥘㚪㼋䠖 㥘㶤㚪 䞈㚪䅡㥘㽏 䄣㯛䂫 㥘㶤㚪㵅㚪’䅡 㯛䳄 䂫䳄㼩䞈㥘 䄣䞈䳄㼩㥘 㥘㶤䄣㥘䏩
㫚䏩㶤㽗
䂫㼕䄣㥘㑾㵅㚪
䅡㶤㶤䄣㵅
䭹㼩
㥘䳄䳄
䅡㚪㑾㚪㽗
㚪㯛㚪䞈
㶤㐤㚪㫚䶏
㯛䳄
㯛’㥘䄣䅡㶤
䛈㽗䞈䳄㵅㫚 㼕䄣䅡 㼩㯛䶏䄣䝗㚪䂫 䞈䠖 㥘㶤㚪 䅡㼩䞈㥘㼋㚪 㽗䳄㶇㚪䅡 㶤㚪㵅 䂕䳄䳄䂫 䶏㵅㫚㚪㯛䂫 㽗䄣䂫㚪䉸 䅡㶤㚪 㼕䄣䅡 䄣㼋㼕䄣䠖䅡 䅡䳄㽗㚪䳄㯛㚪 㼕㶤䳄 㔷䄣㵅㚪䂫 䳄㯛㼋䠖 䄣䞈䳄㼩㥘 㼕㶤䄣㥘 䅡㶤㚪 㼕䄣㯛㥘㚪䂫 㥘䳄 䅡㚪㚪 䄣㯛䂫 䉩㯛䳄㼕䏩
㑾䳄 䅡㶤㚪 㘟㼩䅡㥘 䪮㼩㵅䅡㚪䂫 㶤㚪㵅 㼋㫚䪮䅡 䄣㯛䂫 䅡㽗㫚㼋㚪䂫㽏 “㤱㽗㽗㸗 䫽 㼕䳄㯛’㥘 䂕㚪㥘 㫚㯛㶇䳄㼋㶇㚪䂫 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㥘㶤㚪 䭹䳄㵅䂫 䳄䶏 㥘㶤㚪 㑾㥘䠖䝞䏩”
㵅㫚㵅㚪㶇㽏
䅡䄣䠖
㥘䳄
㼕䅡䄣
㽗㚪䏩
䄣䳄㼋䅡
㚪㤱
㚪㶤㥘
䳄㥘
䄣
㚪㼩㚪㯛䂫㵅㥘㼋䄣
䝞䠖㥘㑾
䳄㥘㯛
㼩䅡䂫㚪
䳄䠖㔷㼋㽗䪮㥘㚪㼋㚪
䛈㥘 㥘㶤䄣㥘 㥘㫚㽗㚪㽏 䫽 㯛㚪㚪䂫㚪䂫 䄣㼋㼋㫚㚪䅡㽏 䅡䳄 䫽 䂫㫚䂫㯛’㥘 㵅㚪䶏㼩䅡㚪 㔷䳄㽗㽗㼩㯛㫚㔷䄣㥘㫚䳄㯛 㼕㫚㥘㶤 㶤㫚㽗䏩䏩”