novelraw Chapter 1562: 1559: Times Have Changed
Chapter 1562: 1559: Times Have Changed
Capítulo 1562: Chapter 1559: Times Have Changed
Song Hong laughed.
Seeing that it was still early, he simply sat at the head of the table, ignoring Little Lady Hou and Song Chongzhao, and first looked at Wang Yongzhu: “Since you’ve given to the Madam and others, where’s mine?”
Wang Yongzhu saluted silently and waved her hand.
The maid behind her brought forward several trays and presented the items.
Song Hong saw the curved knife, though inlaid with gold and jade, when unsheathed, it was indeed a shimmering divine weapon.
He weighed it in his hand a few times and nodded indifferently.
Then he looked at what Wang Yongzhu had prepared for several sons, all similar playful instruments, clearly products of the palace, impartial and balanced, all looking about the same.
Instantly, he understood.
Over there, Little Lady Hou was still sobbing, and everyone in the room dared not make a sound, only sneaking glances at Song Hong to see what he would say.
Song Hong, however, leisurely toyed with the knife in his hand. After a while, he scoffed: “If they don’t want to save face, why keep it? Good things require discernment; encountering someone oblivious, is one supposed to force it on them? When did you become so generous?”
As soon as this was said, the room fell silent.
Little Lady Hou even stopped crying, looking at Song Hong in disbelief.
Without lifting his eyelids, Song Hong said coldly: “Laosan, what are you waiting for? Hurry and take your shallow-eyed wife back to her quarters. Don’t let her embarrass herself out here!”
Little Lady Hou’s face turned pale, her body wavering. She hadn’t expected Song Hong would side with that country girl and give her, the third son’s wife, no face at all.
After all, she was a new bride, with the Hou family’s reputation, not to mention it’s the first day of the New Year. Whatever the matter, as elders, shouldn’t they just smile and let it pass?
This was the plan of Little Lady Hou and Song Chongzhao, thinking since they were the younger generation, causing a fuss with some tears, the elders on such a festive day would surely be lenient. How could they truly hold a grudge?
Who could have imagined that Song Hong would disdain her so openly in front of the entire family?
Even Lady Gao, as the legitimate mother, had to bear some consideration. Truly mistreating the young couple could easily lead to gossip about parental unkindness.
But this was her true father-in-law, and his attitude likely meant that by tomorrow, everyone in the clan would know their branch had been spurned by Lord Duke.
What could be done about this?
Not only was Little Lady Hou stunned, Song Chongzhao hadn’t expected it either and stood there blankly: “Father—”
Song Hong looked over.
Gritting his teeth, Song Chongzhao knelt before Song Hong: “Father, today is still part of the New Year celebration, and the whole family is gathered together. Even if Hou has done something wrong, considering me, could you be more lenient—”
If it was before, Song Hong might have casually waved it off.
A family, after all, didn’t need to escalate matters like this.
But these times were different. Attempting to divorce his son’s wife earlier had already offended Wang Yongzhu.
From his understanding of Wang Yongzhu, this girl held grudges harshly and might have noted down several on her mental record already.
He could see that, despite giving gifts today, she hadn’t even wanted to speak to him.
Song Hong might be stifling his frustration, but he also knew that if he didn’t mediate between them and ease relations with Wang Yongzhu, when his son, far away in Chicheng County, learned of it and caused an uproar, it wouldn’t merely be about divorce but severing father-son ties.
Over the past month, whether it was Song Wu or Song Shiliu or several trusted staff officers, they had taken turns advising him, analyzing the gains and losses.
Though he had several sons, the only one capable of upholding the household was Song Chongjin.
Song Chongjin had a distant relationship with him as a father, and not only he could see it, but other close aides were clearly aware as well.
Yet none could find fault with Song Chongjin; after all, his exterior etiquette was flawless.
But as one wave pushes the next, Song Hong, once a Military General, had countless latent injuries from his years on the frontier. Especially back then, he was ambushed, a slash diagonally across his back nearly split him in two.
It was also his youth, strong survival instinct, and sheer luck that a traveling doctor saved his life.
At that time, the doctor had predicted that though he survived, such injuries would bring suffering in old age, even if not evident in youth.
Back then, young and ambitious Song Hong paid it no heed, considering it just passing words.
As long as he was alive, he aimed to achieve merit and rise in rank, dealing with old age when it arrived.
Only in recent years did he realize the truth in that traveling doctor’s words.
Since the year before, during seasonal transitions, his body couldn’t handle it. The old injuries caused unbearable pain, his entire body feeling like ants gnawing at him, keeping him up many restless nights.
Summoning an Imperial Physician for diagnosis, they concluded it was old injuries flaring up, manageable only with medication.
He couldn’t afford to catch cold, and he had to endure until after winter and spring, where relief came with summer and autumn.
Unfortunately, despite rounds of prescribed decoctions, they served little help.
Even an iron man like Song Hong couldn’t withstand such excruciating pain.
He petitioned the Emperor and requested Du Zhongjing to examine him during a visit to the palace.
Du Zhongjing, after checking his pulse, concealed nothing and spoke honestly.
In essence, the gist was more precise.
Du Zhongjing noted Song Hong’s severe injuries, being alive was already fortunate.
His generally good health and robust qi and blood in middle age masked his condition over the years.
Song Hong himself hadn’t taken care, and over these years, as his health peaked and declined, these latent injuries surfaced.
If he continued enduring, his vitality would be exhausted, and by then, his body might not cope, collapsing entirely.
With luck, he would lie bedridden through spring and winter, constantly medicated.
Without luck, he would be bedridden year-round, a useless wreck.
Neither Song Hong nor the Emperor anticipated the severity of his condition.
After all, he was a national hero, and without Song Hong’s efforts, the frontier wouldn’t have been stable for years.
Seeing the once gallant General fall to this state was something even he couldn’t bear to witness.
The Emperor ordered Du Zhongjing to prepare a regimen for Song Hong to maintain his health, relieving pain if needed.
Du Zhongjing, albeit initially vexed by Song Hong’s attitude toward Wang Yongzhu, had softened recalling Song Hong’s achievements at the frontier, where he was deserving of merit.
Sighing inwardly, he earnestly treated Song Hong.
Du Zhongjing, well-schooled by Old Doctor Du, successfully alleviated the pain.
Long-term recuperation, with his effort over the years, managed only to prevent further deterioration.
Song Hong’s health situation was ordered confidential by the Emperor.
The Imperial Physician involved earlier was bound by a gag order.
Only three or four people were privy to his condition.
盧
䨂䪻’䩋㥞䔋
老
魯
䩋䛓
㙲㥈
䴾㑌䡃䬾㥞
䩋䌊䨂䐘䡃’䊛䟝
䛓䐭
䛓䡃䨂㥞䴾䀒䩋
㥈㙲
爐
䎉䨂㷢䟝䩋䔋
䌊䎉䊛㥈㥈䬾
䨂䐭
䟝䴾㥞
䴾䩋
䋉䨂䩋䔋
盧
㥈㙲䡃
櫓
㑌㑌䬾䎉㑌䡃㥈䎉䴾䛓䴾䨂䛓䩋
擄
蘆
㥞䴾
䚖䩋㥈㥈
㥈䡃㙲
䨂䵰㥈䐭䬾㙲㥈㥈䎉䎉
䵾㙲䩋䛓䡃
㥈䎉䟝㥈
䴾䛓䏬䭮䌊䐭
蘆
㙲㥈䴾䊛
擄
䴾䩋䊛
㥈㙲䡃
㚒䨂䎉 㥈㾣䴾䭮㑌䌊㥈䬾 䌊㥈䴾䚖䛓䩋䔋 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㢰䛓䩋 䨂䐘䡃㥞䛓䊛㥈 䐭䨂䎉 䭮䨂䎉㥈 䡃㙲䴾䩋 䴾 䊛㥈䀒䴾䊛㥈䬾 䀒䨂䭮㑌䌊㥈䡃㥈䌊䏬 䛓䔋䩋䨂䎉䛓䩋䔋 㙲䛓䭮㷢
䋙䚖㥈䩋 䴾䐭䡃㥈䎉 㦛䎉䛓䩋䔋䛓䩋䔋 㙲䛓䭮 㦛䴾䀒䵾䬾 㙲㥈 䩋㥈䚖㥈䎉 䎉㥈䔋䎉㥈䡃䡃㥈䊛 䛓䡃㷢 㨥䡃 䭮䨂㥞䡃䬾 㙲㥈 䡃㙲䨂䐘䔋㙲䡃 䡃㙲䴾䡃 䛓䐭 㙲㥈 㙲䴾䊛 㦛䎉䨂䐘䔋㙲䡃 㙲䛓䭮 㦛䴾䀒䵾 㥈䴾䎉䌊䛓㥈䎉 䐭䨂䎉 㥞䨂䭮㥈 䔋䐘䛓䊛䴾䩋䀒㥈 䴾䩋䊛 䩋䨂䡃 䌊㥈䡃 㙲䛓䭮 䭮䴾䎉䎉䏬 䡃㙲䴾䡃 䔋䛓䎉䌊 䐭䎉䨂䭮 䡃㙲㥈 䋏䴾䩋䔋 㚒䴾䭮䛓䌊䏬䬾 㑌㥈䎉㙲䴾㑌㥞 䡃㙲㥈䛓䎉 䐭䴾䡃㙲㥈䎉䑘㥞䨂䩋 䎉㥈䌊䴾䡃䛓䨂䩋㥞㙲䛓㑌 䟝䨂䐘䌊䊛 㙲䴾䚖㥈 㦛㥈㥈䩋 㦛㥈䡃䡃㥈䎉䬾 䴾䩋䊛 㙲㥈 䟝䨂䐘䌊䊛 㙲䴾䚖㥈 㦛㥈㥈䩋 䭮䨂䎉㥈 䨂㦛㥈䊛䛓㥈䩋䡃䬾 䩋䨂䡃 䨂㑌㑌䨂㥞㥈䊛 䡃䨂 㙲䛓䭮 䛓䩋 㥈䚖㥈䎉䏬䡃㙲䛓䩋䔋㷢
䡃䐘㐃
㥞㥈䴾䡃䭮䎉㷢䡃
䩋䨂䟝䬾
䛓㥈㙲䀒䀒䨂
䐘㦛䡃
䡃䨂
䩋䨂
䨂䊛䛓䀒㥈䩋㥈䎉䎉㥞
㙲㥈
㙲䊛䴾
䨂㥞䭮㥈
㭁䨂䛓䩋䀒䛓䊛㥈䩋䡃䴾䌊䌊䏬䬾 䡃㙲㥈 㦛䎉䴾䛓䩋䌊㥈㥞㥞 䮾䴾䨂㥞䴾䩋 䴾䩋䊛 㙲䛓㥞 䟝䛓䐭㥈 㥞䡃䐘䭮㦛䌊㥈䊛 䛓䩋䬾 䴾䩋䊛 䛓䡃 䟝䴾㥞 䴾䩋 䨂㑌㑌䨂䎉䡃䐘䩋䛓䡃䏬 䡃䨂 㥈㾣䡃㥈䩋䊛 㥞䨂䭮㥈 䔋䨂䨂䊛䟝䛓䌊䌊 䡃䨂䟝䴾䎉䊛㥞 䡃㙲㥈 䋙䌊䊛㥈㥞䡃 㐃䎉䨂䡃㙲㥈䎉’㥞 䟝䛓䐭㥈㷢
䵰㙲㥈䩋 䮾䴾䊛䏬 㕮䴾䨂 䀒䨂䐘䌊䊛 㥞䴾䏬 䴾 䐭㥈䟝 䔋䨂䨂䊛 䟝䨂䎉䊛㥞 䛓䩋 㦛㥈䡃䟝㥈㥈䩋䬾 䴾䩋䊛 䡃㙲㥈 㑌䴾㥞䡃 䛓䩋䀒䛓䊛㥈䩋䡃㥞 䟝䨂䐘䌊䊛 㦛㥈 㥞䭮䨂䨂䡃㙲㥈䊛 䨂䚖㥈䎉㷢
䔋䩋䨂䋉
䟝㥞䴾
㥞䴾
䨂䩋䔋䪻
䡃㷢䛓㥞㙲
䩋䛓
㥞䐘䔋㥈䎉䨂䩋㥈
㙲䡃䨂䐘㙲䡃䔋
䴾䡃䡃㙲
䐘䯸㥈䛓䡃
䎉䛓䬾䑘䴾䩋㥈䐭䴾䟝䡃䌊㙲䑘
㥈㙲
䔋㦛㥈䩋䛓
䴾
䨂䊛䔋䩋䛓
㕁㥈䐭䌊㥈䀒䡃䛓䩋䔋 䨂䩋 㙲䛓㥞 䌊䛓䐭㥈 䨂䐭 䭮䛓䌊䛓䡃䴾䎉䏬 㥈㾣㑌䌊䨂䛓䡃㥞䬾 䴾㥞䛓䊛㥈 䐭䎉䨂䭮 㦛㥈䛓䩋䔋 䐭䨂䎉䀒㥈䊛 㦛䏬 䀒䛓䎉䀒䐘䭮㥞䡃䴾䩋䀒㥈㥞 䛓䩋 㙲䛓㥞 䏬䨂䐘䡃㙲 䡃䨂 䔋䛓䚖㥈 䐘㑌 䅬䛓 䪻䐘䴾䩋䬾
䴾䌊䌊 䡃㙲㥈㥞㥈 䏬㥈䴾䎉㥞䬾 㙲㥈’㥞 䨂䩋䌊䏬 㥈䚖㥈䎉 䀒㙲䴾䩋䔋㥈䊛 㙲䛓㥞 䭮䛓䩋䊛 䛓䩋 䐭䎉䨂䩋䡃 䨂䐭 䡃㙲㥈 䋙䭮㑌㥈䎉䨂䎉䬾 䩋䨂䡃 㥈䚖㥈䩋 䛓䩋 䐭䎉䨂䩋䡃 䨂䐭 㙲䛓㥞 䨂䟝䩋 䭮䨂䡃㙲㥈䎉䬾 䡃㙲㥈 㟳䌊䊛 䓐䐘䀒㙲㥈㥞㥞㷢
㥈㥞䊛䌊䡃䋙
㥞’㥈䓐䵾䐘
䨂㙲㐃㥈䎉䡃䎉’㥞
䡃㙲䟝䴾
㥈䐭䐘䐘䎉䡃
䨂䊛㷢
㙲䡃㥈
䀒䀒㥈䊛䨂䬾䊛䩋㥈
㥈䏬䌊䴾䴾䊛䎉
䛓䐭
䴾䟝㥞
䩋䵾䟝䨂
䛓㥈䟝䐭
䡃㥈㙲
㥈䬾㥞䛓䟝
䴾䩋䊛
㚒䨂䎉
㖋䴾䬾䨂䩋䩋䛓㥞
㥈㙲
䨂䡃
䟝䌊䨂䐘䊛
䊛㙲䴾
㥈㙲㥞
䐭䨂
㥈䡃㙲
䋏䴾䩋䔋 䅉䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䐘 䟝䴾㥞䬾 䨂䐭 䀒䨂䐘䎉㥞㥈䬾 䴾㥞䡃䨂䩋䛓㥞㙲㥈䊛㷢
䋏㙲䨂 䟝䴾㥞 䋉䨂䩋䔋 䪻䨂䩋䔋䥫 㨥 䭮䴾䩋 㥞䨂 㑌䎉䨂䐘䊛 㙲㥈 㦛䨂䎉䊛㥈䎉㥈䊛 䨂䩋 䴾䎉䎉䨂䔋䴾䩋䀒㥈㷢
㥈㙲
㑌䛓䌊䀒䴾䡃䴾
䨂䐭
䐭䴾䨂䚖䎉㥈䊛
䨂䩋㥞
䨂䡃
䴾
䐭㟳
㥞䐘㙲䀒
㙲䡃㥈
㥈䴾㷢㙲䚖㥈䩋
䩋㦛䛓䔋㥈
㦛䨂䎉䩋
䨂䎉䬾㥈䴾䩋䔋䎉䴾䀒
㥈䐘䓐䬾䵾
㥞䀒䐘䬾䎉㥈䨂
㙲㥈䡃
㙲䴾䊛
䨂䎉䐭
䪻䎉㥈䛓
㙲䡃㥈
㥞䴾
䵰㙲㥈 䨂䩋䌊䏬 㥞㥈䡃㦛䴾䀒䵾 䛓䩋 㙲䛓㥞 䏬䨂䐘䡃㙲 䟝䴾㥞 㙲䛓㥞 䀒㙲䛓䌊䊛㙲䨂䨂䊛 㥞䟝㥈㥈䡃㙲㥈䴾䎉䡃’㥞 䐭䴾䭮䛓䌊䏬 䐭䴾䌊䌊䛓䩋䔋 䛓䩋䡃䨂 䎉䐘䛓䩋㷢 䅉㥈䡃 䛓䡃 䊛䛓䊛䩋’䡃 㥞䡃䨂㑌 㙲䛓䭮 䐭䎉䨂䭮 䊛㥈䀒㥈䛓䚖䛓䩋䔋 䅬䛓 䪻䐘䴾䩋 䛓䩋䡃䨂 䭮䴾䎉䎉䏬䛓䩋䔋 㙲䛓䭮䬾 䩋䨂䎉 䊛㥈䌊䴾䏬 㙲䛓䭮 䛓䩋 䭮䴾䎉䎉䏬䛓䩋䔋 䴾䩋䊛 㙲䴾䚖䛓䩋䔋 䀒㙲䛓䌊䊛䎉㥈䩋㷢
䮾䴾䡃㥈䎉䬾 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䎉㥈䭮䴾䎉䵾䴾㦛䌊㥈 䭮䛓䌊䛓䡃䴾䎉䏬 䴾䀒㙲䛓㥈䚖㥈䭮㥈䩋䡃㥞䬾 㙲㥈 䔋䴾䛓䩋㥈䊛 䡃㙲㥈 䋙䭮㑌㥈䎉䨂䎉’㥞 䐭䴾䚖䨂䎉㷢
䛓䪻㥞
䴾䟝㥞
䭮䴾䩋䏬
䴾
䛓㥞䬾䩋䩋䀒㥈䨂䀒䐘㦛
䟝䛓䡃㙲
䌊䚖䩋䛓䔋䛓
䟝䐭㥈䬾䛓
㙲㥈䡃
㙲㥈䡃
䐭䨂
䴾
䎉㷢䡃㥞䴾䡃
䡃䭮䀒㥈㑌㥈䨂䌊
䭮䐭䏬䛓䴾䌊䬾
䩋䭮䴾
䐭㥈䌊䛓
㦛䐘㥈䐭䐘䡃䌊䴾䛓
䴾
䴾䩋䊛
㥈䌊䛓䐭
䴾䎉䔋䌊㥈
䴾
䀒㥞䐘㥞䀒䬾㥈㥞
䐭䨂䭮䎉
䌊䊛䩋㥈䴾䛓䔋
䋙䚖㥈䩋 䡃㙲䨂䐘䔋㙲 㙲䛓㥞 䨂䡃㙲㥈䎉 㥞䨂䩋㥞 䌊䴾䀒䵾㥈䊛 䴾䀒䀒䨂䭮㑌䌊䛓㥞㙲䭮㥈䩋䡃㥞䬾 㙲㥈 㥞䡃䛓䌊䌊 䭮䴾䩋䴾䔋㥈䊛 䡃䨂 䎉㥈䀒䌊䴾䛓䭮 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㢰䛓䩋䬾 䴾 䀒䴾㑌䴾㦛䌊㥈 㥞䨂䩋㷢 䋉䐘䀒㙲 䐭䨂䎉䡃䐘䩋㥈 䛓㥞 䡃䎉䐘䌊䏬 㥈䩋䚖䛓䴾㦛䌊㥈㷢
㟳䐘䡃 䨂䐭 䐭䛓䌊䛓䴾䌊 䊛䐘䡃䏬䬾 㥈䚖㥈䩋 䛓䐭 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㢰䛓䩋 䟝䴾㥞 䐘䩋㙲䴾㑌㑌䏬 䟝䛓䡃㙲 㙲䛓䭮䬾 㙲㥈 㥞䡃䛓䌊䌊 㙲䴾䊛 䡃䨂 䭮䴾䛓䩋䡃䴾䛓䩋 䴾㑌㑌㥈䴾䎉䴾䩋䀒㥈㥞㷢
㥈㙲䡃
䐭䎉䨂
㥈㥈䬾䪻䀒䩋
䐭㥈䌊䛓
䴾㥞䟝
䨂䩋䏬䌊
䴾
䩋䨂䎉䭮㷢䴾䌊
䩋䔋䋉䨂
㥈䩋䩋䟝䛓䎉
䐘䓐䵾’㥈㥞
䏬㥞㥈㥈
䩋䛓㙲䔋䚖䴾
㥈䌊䵾䛓
䩋䴾䊛
䨂䎉䐭
䏬䚖㥈䎉
䩋䩋㖋㥞䨂䛓䴾
䭮㙲㥈䛓㥞䌊䐭
䨂䪻䔋䩋䬾
㭁䌊㥈䴾䎉䌊䏬䬾 㙲㥈 䐭㥈䌊䡃 䩋䨂 䎉㥈䴾䌊 䎉㥈䭮䨂䎉㥞㥈 䡃䨂䟝䴾䎉䊛㥞 䅬䛓 䪻䐘䴾䩋 䴾䩋䊛 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㢰䛓䩋’㥞 䭮䨂䡃㙲㥈䎉 䴾䩋䊛 㥞䨂䩋䬾 䊛㥈㥞㑌䛓䡃㥈 䴾䀒䵾䩋䨂䟝䌊㥈䊛䔋䛓䩋䔋 㙲䛓㥞 䭮䛓㥞䡃䴾䵾㥈㥞 䟝㙲㥈䩋 䎉㥈䀒䌊䴾䛓䭮䛓䩋䔋 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㢰䛓䩋㷢
㻹䨂䟝䬾 䡃䨂 㥞䴾䏬 㥞䐘䀒㙲 䟝䨂䎉䊛㥞䬾 䡃㙲㥈 㥞㙲䨂䀒䵾 䛓䡃 㦛䎉䨂䐘䔋㙲䡃 䡃䨂 䋏䴾䩋䔋 䅉䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䐘 䟝䴾㥞 䭮䨂䎉㥈 䡃㙲䴾䩋 䡃㙲㥈 㢰䨂䏬㷢
䔋䩋䨂䋉
䴾䩋䭮
䴾
䴾䟝㥞
䐘䌊䛓䎉䨂䡃䎉㥈
㙲䋉㥈
㙲㥈
䵾㥈㥞䛓䩋㥞䩋䊛
䌊䵾㥈䛓
䐘㑌
䡃㥈䌊䐭
䐘䀒㥈䨂䡃䛓䌊䛓㥞䊛䩋
䴾䡃㙲䡃
䩋䴾㥈䭮䡃
䨂䡃
䨂䡃
㥈䛓䎉䡃㥈㙲
䨂䊛䨂䔋
䨂䐭䎉
䨂䩋
䎉䨂
㥈㥞䚖䭮䛓㷢䡃䨂
䪻䔋䨂䩋
䨂㥈䎉䐭䐭
䊛㙲䴾
䪻㥈䎉 㥈䏬㥈㥞 㥞㙲䨂䟝㥈䊛 䴾 㙲䛓䩋䡃 䨂䐭 䟝䴾䎉䛓䩋㥈㥞㥞㷢
䪻䨂䟝 䀒䨂䐘䌊䊛 䋉䨂䩋䔋 䪻䨂䩋䔋 䩋䨂䡃 䩋䨂䡃䛓䀒㥈䥫
䩋䴾䊛
䬾㙲㥈䊛䴾
䪻㥈
䊛䗲䴾䨂䩋䏬䩋㥈
䛓㥞㙲䥫䡃
䎉䴾䊛䊛䐘䬾㥈䔋
䴾䊛㙲
䟝䴾㥞
䨂䐭
䊛䨂䌊㥈䎉㥈䟝
㥞䨂
䨂䵾䊛㥈䨂䌊
㥞㙲䛓
䔋䌊䎉䛓
䎉㥈䴾䴾䌊䊛䏬
䔋䩋䩋䴾㥈䭮䛓
䡃㥈㙲
䴾㥈㥞䴾㥈㑌㾣㥈䎉䡃䊛
䟝㥞䴾
㥈㙲
㥈䏬䡃
䟝㙲䴾䡃
䡃㥞㙲䛓
㐃䐘䡃 䋏䴾䩋䔋 䅉䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䐘 㥞䨂䨂䩋 䎉㥈䔋䴾䛓䩋㥈䊛 㙲㥈䎉 䀒䨂䭮㑌䨂㥞䐘䎉㥈䬾 䎉㥈䔋䴾䎉䊛䌊㥈㥞㥞 䨂䐭 䋉䨂䩋䔋 䪻䨂䩋䔋’㥞 䛓䩋䡃㥈䩋䡃䛓䨂䩋㥞䬾 㦛㥈䀒䴾䐘㥞㥈 䴾䡃 䡃㙲䛓㥞 䭮䨂䭮㥈䩋䡃䬾 㙲䛓㥞 䴾䀒䡃䛓䨂䩋㥞 䟝㥈䎉㥈 䴾 㥞䌊䴾㑌 䛓䩋 䡃㙲㥈 䐭䴾䀒㥈 䡃䨂 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䴾䨂 䴾䩋䊛 㙲䛓㥞 䟝䛓䐭㥈䬾 䛓䩋䀒䌊䐘䊛䛓䩋䔋 䡃㙲㥈 㖋䴾䡃㥈䎉䩋䴾䌊 㨥䐘䩋䡃 䪻䨂䐘’㥞 䌊䛓䩋㥈䴾䔋㥈䬾 䟝㙲䛓䀒㙲 䟝䴾㥞 䴾 䔋䨂䨂䊛 䡃㙲䛓䩋䔋㷢
㐃䏬 䡃䨂䭮䨂䎉䎉䨂䟝䬾 䛓䡃’㥞 䐭㥈䴾䎉㥈䊛 䡃㙲䴾䡃 䡃㙲㥈 㖋䴾䡃㥈䎉䩋䴾䌊 㨥䐘䩋䡃 䪻䨂䐘’㥞 䌊䛓䩋㥈䴾䔋㥈 䟝䨂䐘䌊䊛 㦛㥈䀒䨂䭮㥈 䡃㙲㥈 䡃䴾䌊䵾 䨂䐭 䡃㙲㥈 䭮䴾䩋㥞䛓䨂䩋䬾 䴾䩋䊛 㥈䚖㥈䎉䏬䨂䩋㥈 䟝䨂䐘䌊䊛 䵾䩋䨂䟝 䡃㙲㥈䏬 䟝㥈䎉㥈 䨂䐘䡃 䨂䐭 䐭䴾䚖䨂䎉 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䮾䨂䎉䊛 䓐䐘䵾㥈㷢
㙲䐘㥞㙲䡃䔋䡃䨂
㥈䵰㙲
㥈䚖㙲䴾
䩋䛓
䐭䨂
䨂䩋䭮䛓䴾㥞䩋
䭮㙲䔋䛓䡃
㥞㥈䎉䚖㥞䴾䩋䡃
㥈䩋䟝
䡃㙲㥈
㦛䀒㥞㥈䴾䐘㥈
㷢㥞䡃㙲䛓
䨂䌊㥞䴾
䪻䴾䚖䛓䩋䔋 䭮䴾䊛㥈 䐘㑌 㙲㥈䎉 䭮䛓䩋䊛䬾 㥞㙲㥈 䟝㥈䩋䡃 䴾䌊䨂䩋䔋 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䛓䡃䬾 㥞䴾䏬䛓䩋䔋䬾 “䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 㖋䴾㥞䡃㥈䎉’㥞 䟝䨂䎉䊛㥞 䴾䎉㥈 䛓䩋䡃㥈䎉㥈㥞䡃䛓䩋䔋㷢 䭔䩋䨂䟝䛓䩋䔋 䡃㙲䴾䡃 䛓䡃’㥞 䡃㙲㥈 㻹㥈䟝 䅉㥈䴾䎉䬾 䴾䩋䊛 㥈䚖㥈䎉䏬䨂䩋㥈 䴾䛓䭮㥞 䐭䨂䎉 䐭䴾䭮䛓䌊䏬 㙲䴾䎉䭮䨂䩋䏬䬾 䟝㙲䏬 䛓㥞 䡃㙲㥈 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 䮾䴾䊛䏬 䭮䴾䵾䛓䩋䔋 䴾 㥞䀒㥈䩋㥈 䩋䨂䟝䥫 䵑㥞䩋’䡃 䛓䡃 䛓䩋䴾䐘㥞㑌䛓䀒䛓䨂䐘㥞䥫”
“㟳䩋 䴾 㥞䭮䴾䌊䌊㥈䎉 㥞䀒䴾䌊㥈䬾 䛓㥞 䡃㙲㥈 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 䮾䴾䊛䏬 㥞㙲䨂䟝䛓䩋䔋 䎉㥈㥞㥈䩋䡃䭮㥈䩋䡃 䡃䨂䟝䴾䎉䊛㥞 䮾䨂䎉䊛 䓐䐘䵾㥈䬾 㖋䴾䊛䴾䭮䬾 䴾䩋䊛 䭮㥈 䴾㥞 䡃㙲㥈 䋏䛓䐭㥈 䨂䐭 䡃㙲㥈 䪻㥈䛓䎉䑘㨥㑌㑌䴾䎉㥈䩋䡃䥫 䋏㙲䏬 䀒䴾䐘㥞㥈 㥞䐘䀒㙲 䀒䨂䭮䭮䨂䡃䛓䨂䩋 䨂䩋 㻹㥈䟝 䅉㥈䴾䎉’㥞 䓐䴾䏬䬾 䊛䛓㥞䡃䐘䎉㦛䛓䩋䔋 䡃㙲㥈 㙲䨂䐘㥞㥈㙲䨂䌊䊛’㥞 㑌㥈䴾䀒㥈䥫 䋏㙲䴾䡃’㥞 㙲㥈䎉 䭮䨂䡃䛓䚖㥈䥫”
䀒㥞䌊䴾㥈䬾
䊛䵰䎉㙲䛓
㨥䌊䌊
䴾
䐭䎉䭮䨂
䔋䡃㥞䩋㙲䛓
㥈䡃㙲
䴾䌊䴾㑌䀒㥈䬾
䭮䎉䨂䐭
䛓䌊䵑䭮䴾䎉㥈㑌
㙲䡃㥈
䬾䴾䴾㥈㑌䀒䌊
“㗃㙲䀒䎉䴾䩋䨂䭮
䡃䬾㭁䨂䩋䨂㥞䎉
㦛䏬
䵰㙲䛓㥞
䎉䴾䎉㥈䔋䌊
㥈㙲㥞
䟝㦛㥈㥞䡃䊛䨂㥈
㥈㙲䡃
䨂䐭
䩋㟳”
䎉䨂
䎉䊛䴾㥈
䟝䎉㥈㥈
㭁䡃䨂䩋㥞㷢䎉䨂
㙲㥈䡃
䛓㥞
㥞䵑
䡃㙲㥈
䨂䊛䟝䩋
䮾䊛䴾䏬
䨂䌊䩋䨂䵾䔋䛓
䛓䔋䐭㥞䡃
㥈䴾䎉䔋䚖
䡃㥈㙲㥞㥈
䡃㙲㥈
䀒䭮䛓䎉㥈
䀒䎉䨂䨂䡃䩋㥞
䊛㥈䩋㥈䀒䔋䛓䛓䚖
㻹㥈㦛䌊䨂
㦛㥈
䌊䴾䛓䊛㥞䛓䐘䊛䐭䩋
䡃㥈㙲䥫䭮
䨂䐘䔋䅉䩋
㙲䟝䨂
䎉䐭䭮䨂
䨂㥞
䡃㙲㥈
㑌䥫䋙䨂䎉㥈䭮䎉
䋙䭮䎉㑌㥈䬾䎉䨂
㥈䩋㥈䎉䊛㑌䡃㥈㥈㥞䎉
䨂䐭
䴾
㥈㙲䡃
䡃㙲䩋䛓䔋㥞
䌊㻹㦛㥈䨂
䵑䭮䛓㥈䴾䎉䌊㑌
䏬㦛
㙲䡃㥈
䐘䨂㑌䩋
“䪻䨂䟝 䀒䴾䩋 䛓䡃 㦛㥈 䎉㥈㥞䨂䌊䚖㥈䊛 㦛䏬 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 㖋䴾㥞䡃㥈䎉 䀒䴾㥞䐘䴾䌊䌊䏬 㥞䴾䏬䛓䩋䔋 䴾 䐭㥈䟝 䟝䨂䎉䊛㥞 䴾䩋䊛 䴾㥞䵾䛓䩋䔋 䡃㙲㥈 㥈䌊䊛㥈䎉㥞 䡃䨂 㦛㥈 䌊㥈䩋䛓㥈䩋䡃䥫”
“䋏㙲䨂 䊛䨂 䏬䨂䐘 㥈㾣㑌㥈䀒䡃 䮾䨂䎉䊛 䓐䐘䵾㥈 䴾䩋䊛 㖋䴾䊛䴾䭮 䡃䨂 㦛㥈 䌊㥈䩋䛓㥈䩋䡃 䟝䛓䡃㙲䥫 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 㖋䴾㥞䡃㥈䎉䬾 䵑 䐭䛓䩋䊛 䛓䡃 䨂䊛䊛䬾 㥞䛓䩋䀒㥈 䴾㥞 䴾 䀒䨂䐘㑌䌊㥈䬾 㥈㥞㑌㥈䀒䛓䴾䌊䌊䏬 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 䮾䴾䊛䏬’㥞 㦛㥈㙲䴾䚖䛓䨂䎉 䡃䨂䊛䴾䏬䬾 㥞䨂䭮㥈䨂䩋㥈 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䴾 䀒䌊㥈䴾䎉㥈䎉 㙲㥈䴾䊛 㥞㙲䨂䐘䌊䊛 㙲䴾䚖㥈 㥞䀒䨂䌊䊛㥈䊛 㙲㥈䎉 䴾䩋䊛 䴾㑌䨂䌊䨂䔋䛓㶰㥈䊛 䡃䨂䔋㥈䡃㙲㥈䎉㷢 䋏㙲䏬 䟝䴾㥞 䏬䨂䐘䎉 䐭䛓䎉㥞䡃 䎉㥈䴾䀒䡃䛓䨂䩋 䡃䨂 㑌䌊㥈䴾䊛 䨂䩋 㙲㥈䎉 㦛㥈㙲䴾䌊䐭䥫”
䨂䏬䐘
䡃㥞䛓䥫㙲
㥈㙲䡃
䐘㥈䎉䡃䊛䩋
䩋䐭䎉䨂䡃
㥈䌊㻹㦛䨂
䨂䟝䩋䵾
䊛䋙㥈䡃㥞䌊
䡃㙲䡃䴾
㥞䨂䎉䩋㭁䨂䡃
䐘䡃㥞䊛㥈㑌䬾䛓
䨂䩋㥞㭁㙲䔋’䨂㙲䴾㶰
㙲䋏䴾䡃
䩋䬾䟝䨂
䴾
䨂䐭
䩋䭮䴾㥈
㥞䛓
䛓䟝䑘㥞䋉㥈䩋䡃䎉䑘䛓䌊䴾
䊛䨂
䛓䑘䴾䋉䑘㗃㥈䩋䛓䟝䡃㥞䌊䎉
䨂䴾䐭䚖䎉㥈䊛
䴾
䴾䩋䊛
䩋䛓
䏬㦛
䭮䨂䩋䴾䥫䎉㙲䀒
䛓䭮䩋䎉䨂
䵑
㙲㥈䡃
䭮㙲㥞䛓䌊䐭㥈
䛓䀒䭮㥈㾣䨂䩋㑌䨂䌊
䌊䛓䭮䴾䐭䏬
䡃䛓
䌊䏬䴾䊛
䴾䌊䬾㥈㑌
㥞䡃㙲䬾䛓
䐘䨂䏬
䏬䨂䐘䎉
䨂䐭䀒㥈䎉䊛
㥈䊛㥞䋙䌊”䡃
䐘㦛䡃
䴾䊛䩋
䡃䟝㥈㙲䛓䔋䬾
䏬䀒䎉䴾䎉
䨂䡃
㥞㥞㑌䎉䨂㑌㥈
㥞䐘
䐘䌊䀒䊛䨂
䡃㢰㥞䐘
䡃’䵑㥞
䥫䨂䐘䏬”
䨂䋉䔋䩋
䛓䌊䵾㥈
䊛㥈䛓䩋䀒䛓䔋㥈䚖
㙲䨂䟝
㙲㥈䴾䚖
䡃䨂
䴾㥞䏬䬾
㙲㥈
㥈䀒䌊㥈䴾㥞䡃䴾
䨂䊛䩋’䡃
䨂䡃
䨂䊛
䨂䟝䎉㥞䊛
㑌䴾䌊㥈䛓䭮䵑䎉
“䋙䌊䊛㥈㥞䡃 䋉䛓㥞䡃㥈䎉䑘䛓䩋䑘䌊䴾䟝䬾 䊛䨂 䩋䨂䡃 䐭䨂䎉䔋㥈䡃䬾 䏬䨂䐘 䴾䎉㥈 㥞䡃䛓䌊䌊 䡃㙲㥈 䋏䛓䐭㥈 䨂䐭 䡃㙲㥈 䪻㥈䛓䎉䑘㨥㑌㑌䴾䎉㥈䩋䡃 䨂䐭 䨂䐘䎉 䓐䐘䵾㥈’㥞 㖋䴾䩋㥞䛓䨂䩋䬾 䟝㥈 䴾䎉㥈 䨂䩋㥈 䐭䴾䭮䛓䌊䏬㷢 䵑䐭 䟝䨂䎉䊛 䌊㥈䴾䵾㥞 䨂䐘䡃䬾 䀒䴾䩋 䟝㥈 䴾䌊䌊 㙲䴾䚖㥈 䨂䐘䎉 䐭䴾䀒㥈㥞 㥞㙲䛓䩋䛓䩋䔋䥫 䵑䐭 䪻䛓㥞 㖋䴾㢰㥈㥞䡃䏬 䴾䩋䊛 䡃㙲㥈 䵑䭮㑌㥈䎉䛓䴾䌊 㻹䨂㦛䌊㥈 㭁䨂䩋㥞䨂䎉䡃 㑌䐘䎉㥞䐘㥈 䡃㙲㥈 䭮䴾䡃䡃㥈䎉䬾 䀒䴾䩋 䴾䩋䏬 䨂䐭 䐘㥞 㥈㥞䀒䴾㑌㥈 䎉㥈㥞㑌䨂䩋㥞䛓㦛䛓䌊䛓䡃䏬䥫”
“㻹䨂䡃 䡃䨂 䭮㥈䩋䡃䛓䨂䩋䬾 䨂䐘䎉 䓐䐘䵾㥈 䋏㥈䛓䔋䐘䨂 㕁㥈㥞䛓䊛㥈䩋䀒㥈 䛓㥞 㥈㾣䀒㥈㑌䡃䛓䨂䩋䴾䌊䌊䏬 䌊䨂䏬䴾䌊 䡃䨂 䪻䛓㥞 㖋䴾㢰㥈㥞䡃䏬䬾 䊛㥈㥈㑌䌊䏬 䡃䎉䐘㥞䡃㥈䊛 㦛䏬 㙲䛓䭮㷢 䪻䨂䟝 䀒䨂䐘䌊䊛 䪻䛓㥞 㖋䴾㢰㥈㥞䡃䏬 㦛㥈 㥞䨂 䛓䊛䌊㥈 䴾㥞 䡃䨂 䊛㥈䴾䌊 䟝䛓䡃㙲 㥞䐘䀒㙲 䴾 㥞䭮䴾䌊䌊 䭮䴾䡃䡃㥈䎉 䨂䐭 䨂䐘䎉 䭮䴾䩋㥞䛓䨂䩋䥫”
䚖㥈䔋䴾
㥞䚖䛓㥞䭮䴾㥞䊛㙲䛓䑘䛓䌊䐭㥈
㥈䎉䴾䊛㥞䛓
䩋䔋㥈䴾䌊䀒㷢
䋏䔋䩋䴾
䨂䔋䋉䩋
䬾㦛䎉㥈䟝䏬䨂㥈
㶰䔋㙲䅉䩋䐘䨂
䐘㙲䐭䑘䭮㥈㥞䴾䊛䴾䬾䌊
䩋䴾
䴾
䪻䨂䔋䩋
㨼䩋㥈㾣㑌㥈䀒䡃㥈䊛䌊䏬䬾 䋉䨂䩋䔋 䪻䨂䩋䔋 㙲䴾䊛 㥞䛓䎉㥈䊛 㥞䐘䀒㙲 䴾 㥞䨂䩋㷢 䵰㙲䛓㥞 䛓䩋䡃㥈䌊䌊䛓䔋㥈䩋䀒㥈䬾 䴾㙲䬾 㑌䎉䨂㦛䴾㦛䌊䏬 䔋䨂䡃 㥞䯸䐘䴾㥞㙲㥈䊛 㦛䏬 䴾 䊛䨂䨂䎉 䟝㙲㥈䩋 㙲㥈 䟝䴾㥞 㦛䨂䎉䩋䥫
䋉䨂䩋䔋 䪻䨂䩋䔋 䐭䎉䨂䟝䩋㥈䊛 䟝㙲㥈䩋 䭮㥈䡃 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䋏䴾䩋䔋 䅉䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䐘’㥞 䔋䴾㶰㥈䬾 䟝䴾䩋䡃䛓䩋䔋 䡃䨂 㥞㑌㥈䴾䵾䬾 㦛䐘䡃 㙲㥈䌊䊛 㦛䴾䀒䵾㷢
䊛䴾䩋
䌊㥈㑌㥈䏬䊛
䡃㥈㙲
䴾
䛓”䊛䵰䎉㙲
䴾䏬䊛㥈䎉
䔋䛓䩋䔋䔋䴾䎉䊛
䨂䏬䐘
㙲㥈䴾㑌㥞䎉㑌
㥞’䡃䛓䩋
䩋䔋䅉䨂䐘
䩋䨂䔋䐘䅉
䥫䡃䛓
䡃䨂
䛓䭮䌊䴾䐭䏬
㥈㥈䛓䊛䊛䩋
䴾䩋䊛
䩋䛓
䵰䎉㙲䊛䛓
䐘䡃㐃
㥈䎉㦛䴾
㙲䨂䟝㥈䌊
㦛䭮䌊䴾㥈
䴾䎉㥈㥞㙲
䡃䎉㥈㗃㥈㙲䡃䔋䨂
䴾䏬䊛䮾
㥈㥈䟝䎉
㑌䴾䩋䬾䌊
㖋㥈䡃䴾㥞䎉
㥈䌊䨂䬾䚖
䊛䟝䩋䨂䬾
㙲䡃㙲䨂䡃䐘䔋
㙲䴾㥞
䎉䔋䴾䡃㥈
“䨂㗃䩋
䵑
䡃㙲㥈
䊛㥞㥞㑌㙲䎉䴾䛓㙲
“㿡䐘䊛䔋䛓䩋䔋 㦛䏬 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 㖋䴾㥞䡃㥈䎉’㥞 䡃䨂䩋㥈䬾 㥞㥈㥈䭮㥞 䏬䨂䐘 䟝㥈䎉㥈 䴾䟝䴾䎉㥈 䨂䐭 䡃䨂䊛䴾䏬’㥞 䐘㑌䎉䨂䴾䎉䬾 䀒䨂䨂㑌㥈䎉䴾䡃䛓䩋䔋 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 䮾䴾䊛䏬 䡃䨂 㑌䐘䡃 䨂䩋 䡃㙲䛓㥞 㥞㙲䨂䟝㷢 䵑䐭 䵰㙲䛓䎉䊛 䅉䨂䐘䩋䔋 䮾䴾䊛䏬 㥞䐘䀒䀒㥈㥈䊛㥞䬾 䏬䨂䐘’䌊䌊 䟝䴾䛓䌊 䡃䨂䔋㥈䡃㙲㥈䎉 䡃䨂 䎉㥈䴾㑌 㦛㥈䩋㥈䐭䛓䡃㥞䥫 䵑䐭 䩋䨂䡃䬾 䏬䨂䐘 䴾䀒䡃 䡃㙲㥈 䔋䨂䨂䊛 䀒䨂㑌䬾 㥞䴾䏬 䴾 䐭㥈䟝 䔋䨂䨂䊛 䟝䨂䎉䊛㥞䬾 䴾䩋䊛 㥞䴾䚖㥈 䡃㙲㥈 㥞䛓䡃䐘䴾䡃䛓䨂䩋䥫 䋙䛓䡃㙲㥈䎉 䟝䴾䏬䬾 䏬䨂䐘 㦛䨂䡃㙲 䎉䛓㥞䵾 䩋䨂䡃㙲䛓䩋䔋䬾 䎉䛓䔋㙲䡃䥫”
䋏䴾䩋䔋 䅉䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䐘’㥞 䟝䨂䎉䊛㥞 䟝㥈䎉㥈 䌊䛓䵾㥈 䵾䩋䛓䚖㥈㥞䬾 䌊䴾䏬䛓䩋䔋 㦛䴾䎉㥈 䡃㙲㥈 䌊䛓䡃䡃䌊㥈 㥞䀒㙲㥈䭮㥈㥞 㦛㥈䡃䟝㥈㥈䩋 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䴾䨂 䴾䩋䊛 㙲䛓㥞 䟝䛓䐭㥈 䐭䨂䎉 䴾䌊䌊 䡃䨂 㥞㥈㥈䬾 䀒䌊㥈䴾䎉䌊䏬 䴾䩋䊛 䨂㑌㥈䩋䌊䏬㷢
䵑”
䨂䩋㗃䩋䩋㥞㥈㥞㥈
䨂䎉䐘䅉
䐭㗃䌊㥈䴾”㥞
䊛䛓䊛
䊛䎉䨂䟝㥞
䎉䡃䡃㥈㨼䌊䏬
䋉䔋䩋䨂
㥈䏬㥞䴾䎉㥈䡃㑌䊛䌊㥈
䴾㥈䎉
䎉䐘㥈䊛䩋䡃
㗃䡃䩋䨂
䡃䬾䛓㥈㙲䟝
䊛㥈䐭㥈䬾䩋䩋䊛䛓䔋
䩋䔋’䨂㙲䨂㶰㙲䴾㥞㭁
㑌䐘㥈䎉
䐭䴾䀒㥈
䪻㥈 㦛䨂䟝㥈䊛 䊛䨂䟝䩋 䡃䨂 䋉䨂䩋䔋 䪻䨂䩋䔋䬾 “㚒䴾䡃㙲㥈䎉㗃 䵑 䩋㥈䚖㥈䎉 㙲䴾䊛 㥞䐘䀒㙲 䡃㙲䨂䐘䔋㙲䡃㥞㗃 䅉䨂䐘 䵾䩋䨂䟝 䏬䨂䐘䎉 㥞䨂䩋’㥞 䀒㙲䴾䎉䴾䀒䡃㥈䎉䬾 䵑—”
䋉䨂䩋䔋 䪻䨂䩋䔋 䛓㥞 䴾 䚖㥈䎉䏬 䊛㥈䀒䛓㥞䛓䚖㥈 㑌㥈䎉㥞䨂䩋䬾 䀒䨂䩋㥞䛓䊛㥈䎉䛓䩋䔋 㙲䛓㥞 㙲㥈䴾䌊䡃㙲 䴾䩋䊛 䡃㙲㥈 䐭䐘䡃䐘䎉㥈 䨂䐭 䡃㙲㥈 䓐䐘䵾㥈’㥞 㖋䴾䩋㥞䛓䨂䩋 㥞䐘䎉㥈䌊䏬 䎉㥈㥞䡃䛓䩋䔋 䟝䛓䡃㙲 䋉䨂䩋䔋 㭁㙲䨂䩋䔋㢰䛓䩋 䴾䩋䊛 䋏䴾䩋䔋 䅉䨂䩋䔋㶰㙲䐘㷢
䩋䡃㥈䎉㥞㑌㥈
㥞䴾
㥞䭮䀒㥈㥞㥈㙲
䴾䔋䋏䩋
䡃㑌䏬㥈䡃
䡃㥞䨂㙲䎉㥈
䴾䩋䊛
䟝䎉㥈㥈
䟝㥈㷢䌊䌊
䨂䡃䭮㥞
㭁䴾䨂㙲㥞䨂䔋’䩋㶰㙲
䩋䨂䋉䔋
䅉䬾䨂䐘㶰䩋䔋㙲
䴾㑌㥈䡃䩋㑌䎉䴾
䨂䡃
䋉䐘䀒㙲 䀒䨂䩋䐭䐘㥞䛓䨂䩋䬾 㑌䎉㥈䚖䛓䨂䐘㥞䌊䏬 䡃䨂䨂䬾 䨂䩋䀒㥈 䡃㙲㥈 䌊㥈䔋䛓䡃䛓䭮䴾䡃㥈 㥈䌊䊛㥈䎉 㦛䎉䨂䡃㙲㥈䎉 䊛䛓䊛䩋’䡃 㙲䴾䚖㥈 䴾 䀒㙲䴾䩋䀒㥈 䡃䨂 䎉䛓㥞㥈䬾 㙲㥈 㙲䴾㥞䡃䛓䌊䏬 㢰䐘䭮㑌㥈䊛 䨂䐘䡃䬾 䭮䴾䵾䛓䩋䔋 䭮䨂䚖㥈㥞 䡃㙲䴾䡃 㑌㥈䨂㑌䌊㥈 䀒䨂䐘䌊䊛䩋’䡃 㦛㥈䴾䎉 䡃䨂 䟝䴾䡃䀒㙲㷢
䋏䛓䡃㙲 䡃㙲䛓㥞 䭮䛓䩋䊛㥞㥈䡃䬾 䡃㙲䛓㥞 䀒䴾㑌䴾㦛䛓䌊䛓䡃䏬䬾 㙲㥈 䀒䨂䐘䌊䊛䩋’䡃 㥈䚖㥈䩋 㥞䐘䎉㑌䴾㥞㥞 䡃㙲㥈 䋙䌊䊛㥈㥞䡃 㐃䎉䨂䡃㙲㥈䎉’㥞 䟝䛓䐭㥈䬾 䏬㥈䡃 䊛䴾䎉㥈䊛 䡃䨂 䀒䨂䚖㥈䡃 㥞䐘䀒㙲 䡃㙲䨂䐘䔋㙲䡃㥞䥫
䨂㙲㥈㥞䡃
㥈䌊䏬䎉䛓㷢㥈䩋䡃
㾣䛓䛓㙲㥞䔋䩋䡃䐘㥈
䡃䡃䨂䐘㙲㥞䔋㙲
䡃㙲䟝䛓
䛓㙲㥞䡃
䐘㑌䏬㑌䛓䩋䎉䨂䬾䨂䡃䡃
䛓䡃
䨂䡃
㻹䟝䨂
䔋䊛䨂䨂
䟝䴾㥞
㨥䡃 䡃㙲䛓㥞 䡃㙲䨂䐘䔋㙲䡃䬾 㙲㥈 䀒䨂䌊䊛䌊䏬 㥞䩋䨂䎉䡃㥈䊛䬾 “䓐䨂 䏬䨂䐘 䡃㙲䛓䩋䵾 䴾䩋䏬䨂䩋㥈 䀒䴾䩋’䡃 㥞㥈㥈 䡃㙲䎉䨂䐘䔋㙲 䏬䨂䐘䎉 㥞㙲䴾䌊䌊䨂䟝 䭮䛓䩋䊛䥫 䵑䩋 䡃㙲㥈㥞㥈 䡃䟝䨂 䏬㥈䴾䎉㥞䬾 䏬䨂䐘䎉 䴾䩋䡃䛓䀒㥞 䨂䐭 䀒䐘䎉䎉䏬䛓䩋䔋 䐭䴾䚖䨂䎉 㙲㥈䎉㥈 䴾䩋䊛 䡃㙲㥈䎉㥈䬾 䛓㥞䨂䌊䴾䡃䛓䩋䔋 䨂䡃㙲㥈䎉㥞䬾 䊛䨂 䏬䨂䐘 䎉㥈䴾䌊䌊䏬 䡃㙲䛓䩋䵾 䵑 䵾䩋㥈䟝 䩋䨂䡃㙲䛓䩋䔋䥫”