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Chapter 760: Kiran's surprise: (3/3)
Chapter 760: Kiran's surprise: (3/3)
Kiran Pujari signing in as the Cabinet Minister of the empire and giving up his post as the Marshal was like a Magnitude 9 earthquake spreading across the empire.
"How could this happen? How did the Marshal accept it so readily?"
"These stupid politicians' schemes have worked really well, Damn!!!"
"The Marshal is being too kind-hearted even after being backstabbed. He should have at least taught some ministers a lesson."
The surprise was not only from the people but also from the commanders of the empire—Ramayya Senapathi, Narasimha Nayak, Yogendra Singh, Lachit Borphukan, Akhil, Sarvesh, and others.
Even Gangadhar, who was newly sworn in as the Marshal of the empire, was also a little confused about how things had reached this point. One day, when he was looking at the commotion in the empire like an outsider, he was asked by the emperor's office to take up the post as the Marshal of the empire, given that he was naturally the second in command even when Kiran held power.
A lot of people wanted to know what His Majesty did to make Kiran so willingly give up his power, which was second only to one person.
However, no one was more surprised and shocked than the newspaper companies, who were writing all sorts of rumors and conspiracy theories on the front page to increase their viewership, as well as the leaders in the military, whose voices had jumped up a bit too high during the past three weeks.
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March 20th, 1662
In Vijay's office gathered all the heads of the three intelligence departments, as well as major lawyers from the top law firms of the empire.
They were all looking at Vijay with bated breath as they had no clue why they were called.
Vijay was not in a hurry to explain. He casually talked with them and made some small talk. This went on for half an hour, after which Vijay finally felt like the time was right.
"THUD!"
He slammed down several documents onto the table and motioned at the lawyers, asking them to take a look.
The lawyers picked up the files one by one and opened them carefully. To their surprise, it was a litigation document.
"Your Majesty, this...?" Janaki Vishwas, one of the top lawyers in the empire and the owner of Vishwas Law Firm, asked in surprise.
Vijay nodded, motioning for everyone to look further. "I am filing a case against all the newspaper companies and media groups that have publicized false narratives to show the empire's military and government in a bad light."
"I need all of you to represent me in the case and help me bring down these unscrupulous media companies."
The lawyers kept gently nodding. This much they could understand after reading the document, but they were confused. Why had His Majesty not done this in a much easier way by simply getting those unscrupulous newspapers arrested? Why go through such a tedious process as filing a complaint in the court of law?
Vijay, from their expressions, could somewhat understand what they were thinking, but he did not explain. He didn't want this incident to be a show of his power, which everyone in the empire knew very well, but rather to introduce the empire to the power of the courts.
He wanted to show them through this incident that even a common man could bring down a business giant if the business giant was in the wrong. It was his secret endorsement and promotion of the judicial system of the Bharatiya Empire, which, until now, had not been properly utilized by the common populace when they had grievances against big companies and organizations.
Seeing that His Majesty did not speak any further, the lawyers quickly understood that they would not be getting any more answers from him.
Hence, the next topic of discussion shifted to the specifics of filing the case.
Janaki Vishwas quickly pulled out a blank sheet of paper and asked, "Your Majesty, on what account will the case be filed? Will it only be for spreading misinformation and rumors, or also for inciting violence and causing a lot of panic in society?"
He felt that by using the two newly added points, he could bring down these companies much more easily and even faster.
However, Vijay, hearing the suggestion, shook his head.
Looking at the incredulous eyes of everyone, Vijay explained, "Cases can never be filed against anyone for inciting violence. The Constitution promises free speech, even if the speech is wrong and hurtful. If the news written in the newspaper did indeed cause mass panic and violence in society, it is still not warranted to take action against the newspaper, since they have the right to speak their mind. As long as what they are speaking has strong evidence as a basis—for example, the top 10% of the empire control more than 70% of the wealth—this portrays the empire's inequality of wealth in a negative light, but it is also a fact that this is true. This may cause resentment among the people if the condition does not change, but even if someone brings up this point, he cannot be arrested on the grounds of inciting violence since what he said is true and factual. If his words had any reaction, then the entity that could be blamed could only be the governing body and nothing else."
"And even if the worst comes to worst, it is the business of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make sure that no riots happen in the empire. No matter how outrageous the words are, the people are paying taxes for them to live in a stable society. If that is not the case, what is the point of the police existing?"
Vijay hoped that the police in the Bharatiya Empire in this life would be completely different from the police in his last life, who were corrupt to the core. Meeting a police officer with integrity and an incorruptible nature was extremely rare. He had clearly seen the truth of the police in his last life—they strictly followed the system left behind by the British during their colonial era, where grassroots officers lived off the people, and top officers lived off the government, while what they earned legally was only meager. He did not want things to be the same in this life as well.
The lawyers all understood and quickly nodded, as they now knew what they had to do.
Ganesh sent away all the lawyers, leaving only the three intelligence directors in the room. Throughout the couple of hours they had been there, they had been sitting silently without making any noise.
Vijay handed over a couple of documents to the three of them. Opening the documents, they were surprised.
"Your Majesty, this...?" Adithya was shocked. So many dissidents—even he could not find them. Being the director of Bharatiya Sainik Pragya, he naturally had knowledge about whatever was going on in the military over the last few weeks and had his own list of problematic people, but the list given by His Majesty was bigger, and the people in it were more hidden.
Vijay smiled and didn't answer. In fact, he could have used his own channels to get rid of the dissidents in the military, who were mostly the remnants of Balochi tribes, Sindhi tribes, and Rajput tribes, but he didn't want to reveal his whole card—that is, the Royal Intelligence Bureau and Asura special forces. Instead, he still used the existing channels.
Plus, in this way, Vijay would get to see how efficient the intelligence departments were after several years of not having any major work. If there were problematic agents within the three intelligence departments, he would get to know immediately.
Knowing that they weren't going to get any answers, Roshan, Selvan, and Aditya looked at each other, nodded, and left.
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"Boom!"
"Big news, come one, come all! His Majesty has personally filed cases against several newspaper companies across the empire! Buy the newspaper and learn more," paper boys and girls across the empire exaggeratedly boasted, enough to whet the appetite of the people.
Hearing that the news was about His Majesty, most people quickly snatched the newspaper and were shocked to find out that His Majesty really did file cases against over nine different newspaper companies spread across the empire for misinformation and fraudulent practices.
The whole judicial sector was mobilized for this work.
The people of the empire suddenly realized that even they could have done what His Majesty was doing since the law allowed it.
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Meanwhile, in the dark, the intelligence forces began to move.
Lahore Regiment
"The Marshal has betrayed us! We can no longer stay in this rotten army. Let's get out and fight for our freedom ourselves," the lieutenant said with great resentment, as his company of 160 men, upon hearing his order, suddenly became hesitant.
However, at this moment, a gunshot was heard.
"Bang!"
The lieutenant wanted to look back, but suddenly he felt cold all over. Looking down, his chest had been punctured, and blood was pouring out like water from a faucet.
Many thoughts ran through his head, but in the end, he looked towards the man beside him with disbelief on his face. Even in his last moments, he could not understand how his brother, whom he had grown up with, could betray him.
The man, on the other hand, did not change his expression. His eyes remained firm and emotionless. The next moment, people rushed in, arrested all 160 soldiers, and dragged them out.
After everything was cleaned up, the hooded man walked towards him with a suitcase.
Coming in front of him, he opened it up and showed him bundles of Varaha notes. The man's expression finally changed—he greedily touched them with a smile, but in the next moment, the smile stiffened.
"Bang!"
His thinking stopped, and there was a hole in his head. With his eyes still wide open, he slowly fell back, hitting a rock on his way down, causing his skull to shatter and all the semi-solids to flow out.
"Captain, isn't this too cruel? Even if this guy was one of them, he still helped us at the end of the day, didn't he?" an another masked man asked.
"No! A man who was able to betray his own brother, whom he had grown up with, for a little money—what confidence do you have that he will not sell out the interests of the empire for the same money as well? Not to mention that he somehow became the sergeant in this regiment. The damage he could do is only greater."
"Stop worrying about it,"
"Everyone. Clean up the place."
"Yes, Sir!"
Several similar scenes happened in various regiments. People were arrested in the droves, and some people mysteriously disappeared.
However, no one top brass complained, as they were already informed about what was happening, which once again increased the military's awe and respect towards His Majesty, the Emperor.
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㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕'䪑 㣆㞟䗓䴎䩮䗓䊕䪑 䝘㣆䎤㣆 䴎㼒䎤㲘㼒䛝㣆䊕䴎䛶 䜍㐉㣆䎤䗤䴎䫙䩮䊕䅠 䝘䮎䪑 䟥䩮䊕㣆 㮁㼒䪑䴎 䮎 䟥㣆䝘 㳨䮎䗤䪑 䮎䅠䗓㞿 㲘㼒䴎 䗓㼒䴎 䗓䟥 䊕䗓䝘䫙㣆䎤㣆㞿 䫙㣆 䝘䮎䪑 䮎䪑䆦㣆㳨 䴎䗓 䅠䩮㐉㣆 㼒㐞 䫙䮎䛝䟥 䫙䩮䪑 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤䪑䛶 㞢䗓䝘 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䫙㣆 䊕䗓䴎 㲘㣆 㳨䩮䪑䮎㐞㐞䗓䩮䊕䴎㣆㳨㥻 䰶䟥 䩮䴎 䝘䮎䪑 㮁㼒䪑䴎 䮎 㙖䗓㞟㞟䗓䴎䩮䗓䊕 㞟䮎㳨㣆 㲘䗤 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓䛝䩮䴎䩮㙖䩮䮎䊕䪑㞿 䫙㣆 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 䊕䗓䎤㞟䮎䛝䛝䗤 䊕䗓䴎 㲘㣆 䪑䗓 㣆䮎䪑䗤 䴎䗓 㙖䗓䊕㙖㣆㳨㣆 㳨㣆䟥㣆䮎䴎 䮎䊕㳨 䎤㣆䛝㣆䊕䴎 䫙䩮䪑 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤䛶 䚲㼒䴎 䫙㣆 䆦䊕㣆䝘 䮎䴎 䴎䫙㣆 㣆䊕㳨 䗓䟥 䴎䫙㣆 㳨䮎䗤㞿 䩮䴎 䝘䮎䪑 㞢䩮䪑 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤 䝘䫙䗓 㞟䮎㳨㣆 䴎䫙䮎䴎 㳨㣆㙖䩮䪑䩮䗓䊕䛶
㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤㞿 㮁㼒䪑䴎 㲘䗤 䛝䗓䗓䆦䩮䊕䅠 䮎䴎 䫙䩮䪑 㣆䗤㣆䪑㞿 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 㼒䊕㳨㣆䎤䪑䴎䮎䊕㳨 䴎䫙䮎䴎 䫙㣆 䝘䮎䪑 䊕䗓䴎 䴎㣆䛝䛝䩮䊕䅠 䴎䫙㣆 䴎䎤㼒䴎䫙䛶 䜍㐉㣆䊕 䴎䫙䗓㼒䅠䫙 䝘䫙䮎䴎 䫙㣆 䪑䮎䩮㳨 䝘䮎䪑 䴎䫙㣆䗓䎤㣆䴎䩮㙖䮎䛝䛝䗤 䴎䎤㼒㣆㞿 䫙䗓䝘 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䩮䴎 㲘㣆 䪑䗓 㣆䮎䪑䗤 䴎䗓 䅠䩮㐉㣆 㼒㐞 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤 䮎䟥䴎㣆䎤 䫙䗓䛝㳨䩮䊕䅠 䩮䴎 䟥䗓䎤 䊕㣆䮎䎤䛝䗤 䫙䮎䛝䟥 䮎 㳨㣆㙖䮎㳨㣆㥻 䜍㐉㣆䊕 䩮䟥 䫙㣆 䫙䮎㳨 䊕䗓䴎 㞟䩮䪑㼒䪑㣆㳨 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤 䮎䊕㳨 䫙䮎㳨 䊕䗓䴎 㞟䮎㳨㣆 㼒䪑㣆 䗓䟥 䩮䴎 䟥䗓䎤 䫙䩮䪑 㐞㣆䎤䪑䗓䊕䮎䛝 䅠䮎䩮䊕㞿 䫙䮎㐉䩮䊕䅠 䩮䴎 䝘䮎䪑 㙖䗓㞟㐞䛝㣆䴎㣆䛝䗤 㳨䩮䟥䟥㣆䎤㣆䊕䴎 䟥䎤䗓㞟 䊕䗓䴎 䫙䮎㐉䩮䊕䅠 䩮䴎䛶 䚲㣆㙖䮎㼒䪑㣆 䫙䮎㐉䩮䊕䅠 䩮䴎 䝘䮎䪑 䮎 䴎㣆䪑䴎䮎㞟㣆䊕䴎 䴎䗓 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆'䪑 䴎䎤㼒䪑䴎 䩮䊕 䫙䩮㞟 䮎䊕㳨 䫙䩮䪑 㐞䎤䗓㞟䩮䪑㣆 㲘䮎㙖䆦 䴎䗓 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆 䴎䗓 䫙䮎䊕㳨䛝㣆 䴎䫙㣆 䎤㣆䪑㐞䗓䊕䪑䩮㲘䩮䛝䩮䴎䩮㣆䪑 䎤㣆䪑㐞䗓䊕䪑䩮㲘䛝䗤䛶
䖹䗓䝘㞿 䝘䩮䴎䫙 䫙䮎䛝䟥 䗓䟥 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 䴎䮎䆦㣆䊕 䮎䝘䮎䗤㞿 䴎䫙㣆 䴎䎤㼒䪑䴎 䝘䮎䪑 㲘䎤䗓䆦㣆䊕䛶
"㷁䗓㞿 㳨䗓 䗤䗓㼒 䝘䮎䊕䴎 䴎䗓 㙖䗓䊕䴎䩮䊕㼒㣆 䴎䗓 㲘㣆 䴎䫙㣆 㬟䮎䎤䪑䫙䮎䛝 䗓䟥 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆 䗓䎤 䴎䫙㣆 䟥䩮䎤䪑䴎 䤍㣆䟥㣆䊕㙖㣆 㬟䩮䊕䩮䪑䴎㣆䎤 䗓䟥 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆㥻"
㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕'䪑 㲘䎤䗓䝘䪑 䟥㼒䎤䎤䗓䝘㣆㳨䛶 㞢㣆 㳨䩮㳨䊕'䴎 䆦䊕䗓䝘 䝘䫙䗤 㞢䩮䪑 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤 䝘䮎䪑 䮎䪑䆦䩮䊕䅠 䴎䫙䩮䪑 㭸㼒㣆䪑䴎䩮䗓䊕䛶 㞢㣆 䊕䮎䴎㼒䎤䮎䛝䛝䗤 䝘䮎䊕䴎㣆㳨 䴎䗓 㲘㣆 䴎䫙㣆 㬟䮎䎤䪑䫙䮎䛝 䗓䟥 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆 䪑䩮䊕㙖㣆㞿 㣆䛍㙖㣆㐞䴎 䟥䗓䎤 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤 䴎䗓 㞟䮎䆦㣆 䎤㼒䛝㣆䪑 䮎䊕㳨 䎤㣆䅠㼒䛝䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕䪑 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 䴎䮎䆦㣆䊕 䮎䝘䮎䗤 䮎䊕㳨 䴎䫙㣆 䟥䩮䊕䮎䊕㙖㣆䪑 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 㞟䗓䊕䩮䴎䗓䎤㣆㳨㞿 䴎䫙㣆 䎤㣆䪑䴎 䗓䟥 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤 䝘䮎䪑 䪑䴎䩮䛝䛝 䮎 䛝䗓䴎䛶
"䰶 䪑㼒䅠䅠㣆䪑䴎 䗤䗓㼒 䎤㣆䪑䩮䅠䊕 䟥䎤䗓㞟 䗤䗓㼒䎤 㐞䗓䪑䴎 䮎䊕㳨 䴎䮎䆦㣆 䗓㐉㣆䎤 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓䪑䴎 䗓䟥 㬟䩮䊕䩮䪑䴎㣆䎤 䗓䟥 䤍㣆䟥㣆䊕㙖㣆䛶"
㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䝘䮎䪑 䪑䫙䗓㙖䆦㣆㳨䛶 㞢䩮䪑 䴎䫙䗓㼒䅠䫙䴎䪑 䝘㣆䎤㣆 㣆䎤䎤䮎䴎䩮㙖䛶 㞢㣆 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䊕䗓䴎 㼒䊕㳨㣆䎤䪑䴎䮎䊕㳨㞿 䊕䗓 㞟䮎䴎䴎㣆䎤 䫙䗓䝘 䟥䮎䎤 㲘䮎㙖䆦 䫙㣆 䴎䫙䗓㼒䅠䫙䴎 䮎䊕㳨 䊕䗓 㞟䮎䴎䴎㣆䎤 䫙䗓䝘 䫙㣆 㭸㼒㣆䪑䴎䩮䗓䊕㣆㳨 䫙䩮㞟䪑㣆䛝䟥 䎤㣆㐞㣆䮎䴎㣆㳨䛝䗤 䩮䊕 䫙䩮䪑 㞟䩮䊕㳨㞿 䫙㣆 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨䊕'䴎 䎤㣆㞟㣆㞟㲘㣆䎤 䝘䫙㣆䊕 䫙㣆 䫙䮎㳨 䗓䟥䟥㣆䊕㳨㣆㳨 㞢䩮䪑 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤 䩮䊕 䪑䗓㞟㣆 䝘䮎䗤䛶
㞢㣆 䝘䮎䊕䴎㣆㳨 䴎䗓 㣆䊕㳨 䴎䫙㣆 㭸㼒㣆䪑䴎䩮䗓䊕 㲘䗤 䮎䪑䆦䩮䊕䅠 䝘䫙䗤 䫙䩮䪑 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤䪑 䝘㣆䎤㣆 䴎䮎䆦㣆䊕 䮎䝘䮎䗤 䝘䩮䴎䫙䗓㼒䴎 䮎䊕䗤 䎤㣆䮎䪑䗓䊕㞿 㲘㼒䴎 䫙㣆 䪑䴎䗓㐞㐞㣆㳨 䫙䩮㞟䪑㣆䛝䟥㞿 䆦䊕䗓䝘䩮䊕䅠 䴎䫙䮎䴎 䩮䴎 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䎤㣆䮎䛝䛝䗤 㙖䗓㞟㣆 䗓䟥䟥 䮎䪑 䫙䩮㞟 㭸㼒㣆䪑䴎䩮䗓䊕䩮䊕䅠 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞㣆䎤䗓䎤'䪑 㳨㣆㙖䩮䪑䩮䗓䊕䪑䛶
'䈰䩮䊕䮎䛝䛝䗤䛶' 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 䪑㞟䩮䛝㣆㳨 䩮䊕㣆䛍㐞䛝䩮㙖䮎㲘䛝䗤㞿 䝘䫙䩮㙖䫙 䛝㣆䟥䴎 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 㲘㣆䝘䩮䛝㳨㣆䎤㣆㳨䛶 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 䝘䮎䪑 䝘䮎䩮䴎䩮䊕䅠 䟥䗓䎤 䴎䫙䩮䪑 㭸㼒㣆䪑䴎䩮䗓䊕䛶
䈰䗓䎤䴎㼒䊕䮎䴎㣆䛝䗤㞿 䴎䫙㣆 㭸㼒㣆䪑䴎䩮䗓䊕 䝘䮎䪑 䮎䪑䆦㣆㳨㞿 㞟㣆䮎䊕䩮䊕䅠 䴎䫙䮎䴎 㣆㐉㣆䊕 䴎䫙䗓㼒䅠䫙 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䝘䮎䪑 㳨䩮䪑䮎㐞㐞䗓䩮䊕䴎㣆㳨 䮎䊕㳨 䫙㣆䮎䎤䴎㲘䎤䗓䆦㣆䊕㞿 䫙㣆 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 䮎㙖㙖㣆㐞䴎 䴎䫙㣆 䴎䮎䪑䆦 䮎䊕㳨 䅠㣆䴎 䴎䫙㣆 䝘䗓䎤䆦 㳨䗓䊕㣆䛶
㟄䫙䩮䊕䆦䩮䊕䅠 䮎㲘䗓㼒䴎 䩮䴎㞿 䴎䫙㣆 䪑㞟䩮䛝㣆 䗓䊕 䫙䩮䪑 䟥䮎㙖㣆 䗓䊕䛝䗤 䝘䩮㳨㣆䊕㣆㳨䛶 㞢㣆 䝘䮎䪑 㙖䗓䊕䟥䩮㳨㣆䊕䴎 䴎䫙䮎䴎 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 㐞䮎䪑䪑 䫙䩮䪑 䴎㣆䪑䴎㞿 㲘㼒䴎 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆'䪑 䫙㣆䮎䎤䴎䪑 㙖䮎䊕䊕䗓䴎 㲘㣆 㙖䮎䛝㙖㼒䛝䮎䴎㣆㳨㞿 䪑䗓 䫙㣆 䝘䮎䪑 䝘䗓䎤䎤䩮㣆㳨 䮎㲘䗓㼒䴎 䴎䫙㣆 䪑㞟䮎䛝䛝 㐞䎤䗓㲘䮎㲘䩮䛝䩮䴎䗤 䴎䫙䮎䴎 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䫙䮎㳨 㙖䗓㞟㐞䛝㣆䴎㣆䛝䗤 㙖䫙䮎䊕䅠㣆㳨 䮎䊕㳨 䫙䮎㳨 㲘㣆㣆䊕 㙖䗓䎤䎤㼒㐞䴎㣆㳨 㲘䗤 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤䛶 䖹䗓䝘㞿 䩮䴎 䛝䗓䗓䆦㣆㳨 䛝䩮䆦㣆 䫙㣆 㳨䩮㳨䊕'䴎 䫙䮎㐉㣆 䴎䗓 㲘㣆 䝘䗓䎤䎤䩮㣆㳨—䴎䫙㣆 㬟䮎䎤䪑䫙䮎䛝 䝘䮎䪑 䪑䴎䩮䛝䛝 䴎䫙㣆 䗓䛝㳨 㬟䮎䎤䪑䫙䮎䛝䛶
䰶䴎 䟥㣆䛝䴎 䛝䩮䆦㣆 䫙㣆 䫙䮎㳨 䗓㐉㣆䎤䪑䴎䮎䗤㣆㳨 䫙䩮䪑 䝘㣆䛝㙖䗓㞟㣆䛶 㞢㣆 䝘䮎䊕䴎㣆㳨 䴎䗓 䩮㞟㞟㣆㳨䩮䮎䴎㣆䛝䗤 䅠㣆䴎 䗓㼒䴎䛶 㞢㣆 䊕䗓 䛝䗓䊕䅠㣆䎤 䫙䮎㳨 䴎䫙㣆 䝘䩮䛝䛝 䴎䗓 䝘䗓䎤䆦 䮎䪑 䫙䮎䎤㳨 䮎䪑 䫙㣆 㳨䩮㳨䛶 䒌䪑 㞢䩮䪑 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤 䪑㼒䅠䅠㣆䪑䴎㣆㳨㞿 䫙㣆 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 䴎䮎䆦㣆 㼒㐞 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓䪑䴎 䗓䟥 䤍㣆䟥㣆䊕㙖㣆 㬟䩮䊕䩮䪑䴎㣆䎤䛶 䒌䟥䴎㣆䎤 䮎 䟥㣆䝘 䗤㣆䮎䎤䪑㞿 䫙㣆 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 㐉䗓䛝㼒䊕䴎䮎䎤䩮䛝䗤 䎤㣆䪑䩮䅠䊕 䮎䊕㳨 䴎䮎䆦㣆 㙖䮎䎤㣆 䗓䟥 䫙䩮䪑 㲘㼒䪑䩮䊕㣆䪑䪑㣆䪑 䮎䊕㳨 䟥䩮㣆䛝㳨䪑䛶
㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 㙖䗓䊕䴎䎤䗓䛝䛝㣆㳨 䫙䩮䪑 䪑㞟䩮䛝㣆㞿 䮎䊕㳨 䫙㣆 䟥㣆䛝䴎 䛝䩮䆦㣆 䫙㣆 䫙䮎㳨 䴎㣆䪑䴎㣆㳨 䴎䫙㣆 㙖䗓㞟㞟䮎䊕㳨㣆䎤 㣆䊕䗓㼒䅠䫙䛶 㷁䗓㞿 䫙㣆 䅠䗓䴎 㼒㐞㞿 䝘㣆䊕䴎 䴎䗓 䮎 㙖䮎㲘䩮䊕㣆䴎㞿 䮎䊕㳨 㲘䎤䗓㼒䅠䫙䴎 䗓㐉㣆䎤 䮎 䛝䮎䎤䅠㣆 㞟䮎㐞䛶
㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕'䪑 䅠䮎䋑㣆 䝘䮎䪑 䮎䴎䴎䎤䮎㙖䴎㣆㳨 䴎䗓 䩮䴎䛶 㞢㣆 䊕䗓䴎䩮㙖㣆㳨 䪑䗓㞟㣆䴎䫙䩮䊕䅠 㐞㣆㙖㼒䛝䩮䮎䎤—䮎㐞䮎䎤䴎 䟥䎤䗓㞟 䴎䫙㣆 䆦䩮䊕䅠㳨䗓㞟䪑 䮎䊕㳨 䊕䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕䪑 䛝䩮䪑䴎㣆㳨 䗓䊕 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䮎㐞㞿 䗓䴎䫙㣆䎤 䎤㣆䅠䩮䗓䊕䪑 䫙䮎㳨 㲘㣆㣆䊕 䟥䩮䛝䛝㣆㳨 䩮䊕 䝘䩮䴎䫙 㐉䮎䎤䩮䗓㼒䪑 㙖䗓䛝䗓㼒䎤䪑 䮎䊕㳨 䫙䮎㳨 㲘㣆㣆䊕 䊕㼒㞟㲘㣆䎤㣆㳨䛶
䜍䪑㐞㣆㙖䩮䮎䛝䛝䗤 䴎䫙㣆 䛝䮎䎤䅠㣆 䩮䪑䛝䮎䊕㳨 㙖䗓䊕䴎䩮䊕㣆䊕䴎 䗓䟥 䒌㼒䪑䴎䎤䮎䛝䩮䮎—䩮䴎 䫙䮎㳨 㲘㣆㣆䊕 䪑㐞䛝䩮䴎 㲘㣆䴎䝘㣆㣆䊕 䪑䩮䛍 㳨䩮䟥䟥㣆䎤㣆䊕䴎 㙖䗓䛝䗓㼒䎤䪑䛶
㓋䗓䗓䆦䩮䊕䅠 䮎䴎 䫙䩮䪑 䟥䮎㙖㣆㞿 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 䝘䮎䪑 䴎䮎䆦㣆䊕 䮎㲘䮎㙖䆦䛶 㟄䫙䩮䪑 䝘䮎䪑 䊕䗓䴎 䪑䗓㞟㣆䴎䫙䩮䊕䅠 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 䫙䮎㳨 㣆䛍㐞㣆㙖䴎㣆㳨䛶 䤍䩮㳨 䫙㣆 䗓㐉㣆䎤㳨䗓 䩮䴎㥻 㰃䫙䗤 㳨䩮㳨 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䮎㙖䴎 䛝䩮䆦㣆 䫙㣆 䝘䮎䪑 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 䪑㣆䊕䴎 䴎䗓 㐞䎤䩮䪑䗓䊕㥻 '䤍䮎㞟䊕㞿 䰶 䅠㼒㣆䪑䪑 䰶 䗓㐉㣆䎤㐞䛝䮎䗤㣆㳨 䩮䴎䛶' 㞢㣆 㙖䮎㞟㣆 䴎䗓 䴎䫙㣆 䎤㣆䮎䛝䩮䋑䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕㞿 㲘㼒䴎 䫙㣆 䆦䊕㣆䝘 䴎䫙䮎䴎 䮎䊕 㣆䛍㐞䛝䮎䊕䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨䊕'䴎 㲘㣆 㣆䊕䗓㼒䅠䫙㞿 䪑䗓 䫙㣆 䪑䩮㞟㐞䛝䗤 㙖䮎㞟㣆 䴎䗓 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䮎䩮䊕 㐞䗓䩮䊕䴎䛶
"㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕㞿 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 䗤䗓㼒 䛝䩮䆦㣆 䴎䗓 㲘㣆 䮎 䆦䩮䊕䅠㥻"
'䒧䗓㳨㳨䮎㞟䊕 䩮䴎㞿' 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 㙖㼒䎤䪑㣆㳨㞿 㲘㼒䴎 䫙㣆 䮎䛝䪑䗓 㲘㣆㙖䮎㞟㣆 䊕㣆䎤㐉䗓㼒䪑 㲘㣆㙖䮎㼒䪑㣆 䫙㣆 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨䊕'䴎 䴎㣆䛝䛝 䫙䗓䝘 䛝䗓䊕䅠 䴎䫙㣆 㲘䩮䅠 䅠㼒䗤 䝘䮎䪑 䝘䩮䛝䛝䩮䊕䅠 䴎䗓 㣆䊕㳨㼒䎤㣆䛶
䚲㣆㙖䮎㼒䪑㣆 㣆㐉㣆䊕 䩮䟥 䴎䫙㣆 䎤㼒㲘㲘㣆䎤 㲘䮎䊕㳨 䩮䪑 䟥䛝㣆䛍䩮㲘䛝㣆㞿 䩮䴎 䝘䩮䛝䛝 䪑䊕䮎㐞 䗓䊕㙖㣆 䩮䴎 䩮䪑 䪑䴎䎤㣆䴎㙖䫙㣆㳨 䴎䗓䗓 䴎䩮䅠䫙䴎䛶
㟄䫙䩮䪑 䴎䩮㞟㣆㞿 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕'䪑 䴎䫙䩮䊕䆦䩮䊕䅠 㙖䮎㞟㣆 䴎䗓 䮎 䪑䴎䮎䊕㳨䪑䴎䩮䛝䛝䛶 "㰃䫙䮎䴎 㳨䗓 䗤䗓㼒 㞟㣆䮎䊕㞿 㵃䗓㼒䎤 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤㥻" 䫙㣆 䮎䪑䆦㣆㳨䛶
㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 䛝㣆䴎 䗓㼒䴎 䮎 䪑䩮䅠䫙 䗓䟥 䎤㣆䛝䩮㣆䟥 㲘㣆㙖䮎㼒䪑㣆 䩮䟥 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䴎䫙䗓㼒䅠䫙䴎 䴎䫙䮎䴎 䫙㣆 䝘䮎䪑 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 䪑㣆㣆䊕 䮎䪑 䮎 䎤㣆㲘㣆䛝 䅠䎤䗓㼒㐞 䛝㣆䮎㳨㣆䎤㞿 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 㳨䩮㳨䊕'䴎 䆦䊕䗓䝘 䫙䗓䝘 䫙㣆 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䴎㼒䎤䊕 䴎䫙䩮䊕䅠䪑 䮎䎤䗓㼒䊕㳨䛶
"㓋䗓䗓䆦 䮎䴎 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䮎㐞䛶 㟄䫙㣆䎤㣆 䮎䎤㣆 䮎 䴎䗓䴎䮎䛝 䗓䟥 㳕䝉 䮎䎤㣆䮎䪑 㞟䮎䎤䆦㣆㳨 䩮䊕 䩮䴎 䩮䊕 㳨䩮䟥䟥㣆䎤㣆䊕䴎 㙖䗓䛝䗓㼒䎤䪑 䮎䊕㳨 㳨䩮䟥䟥㣆䎤㣆䊕䴎 䊕㼒㞟㲘㣆䎤䪑䛶"
䒌㙖㙖䗓䎤㳨䩮䊕䅠 䴎䗓 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤'䪑 㐞䎤㣆㐉䩮䗓㼒䪑 䛝䩮䟥㣆'䪑 䅠㣆䗓䅠䎤䮎㐞䫙䗤㞿 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䮎䎤䆦㣆㳨 䮎䎤㣆䮎䪑 䝘㣆䎤㣆䵗 㬟䮎䛝䮎䗤䪑䩮䮎 㳕㞿 䖹䗓䎤䴎䫙 㷁㼒㞟䮎䴎䎤䮎 䑒㞿 㷁䗓㼒䴎䫙 㷁㼒㞟䮎䴎䎤䮎 䝉㞿 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䮎䩮䊕 㼫䮎㐉䮎 䰶䪑䛝䮎䊕㳨 㳅㞿 䊃㣆䊕䴎䎤䮎䛝 䮎䊕㳨 㷁䗓㼒䴎䫙㣆䎤䊕 㐞䮎䎤䴎䪑 䗓䟥 㛵䮎䛝䩮㞟䮎䊕䴎䮎䊕 䰶䪑䛝䮎䊕㳨 䙒㞿 㟄䩮㞟䗓䎤䋬㓋㣆䪑䴎㣆 㫔㞿 䦟䮎㐞㼒䮎 䖹㣆䝘 䒧㼒䩮䊕㣆䮎 㨼㞿 㰃㣆䪑䴎㣆䎤䊕 䒌㼒䪑䴎䎤䮎䛝䩮䮎 䩈㞿 䖹䗓䎤䴎䫙㣆䎤䊕 㟄㣆䎤䎤䩮䴎䗓䎤䗤 䭰㞿 㷁䗓㼒䴎䫙㣆䎤䊕 䒌㼒䪑䴎䎤䮎䛝䩮䮎 㳕䀮㞿 䪏㼒㣆㣆䊕䪑䛝䮎䊕㳨 㳕㳕㞿 䖹㣆䝘 㷁䗓㼒䴎䫙 㰃䮎䛝㣆䪑 㳕䑒㞿 䮎䊕㳨 㷩䩮㙖䴎䗓䎤䩮䮎 㳕䝉䛶
"䰶䊕 䴎䫙㣆 㙖䗓㞟䩮䊕䅠 䗤㣆䮎䎤䪑㞿 䮎䛝䛝 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䩮䅠䎤䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕 㣆䟥䟥䗓䎤䴎䪑 䝘䩮䛝䛝 㲘㣆 䟥䗓㙖㼒䪑㣆㳨 䗓䊕 䴎䫙㣆䪑㣆 㳕䝉 㳨䩮䟥䟥㣆䎤㣆䊕䴎 䛝䗓㙖䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕䪑 䩮䊕 䴎䫙㣆 䪑䗓㼒䴎䫙㣆䮎䪑䴎䛶"
"䈰䗓䎤 䊕䗓䝘㞿 䴎䫙㣆䪑㣆 㐞䛝䮎㙖㣆䪑 䝘䩮䛝䛝 㲘㣆 㳨䩮䎤㣆㙖䴎䛝䗤 㙖䗓䊕䴎䎤䗓䛝䛝㣆㳨 㲘䗤 䴎䫙㣆 䚲䫙䮎䎤䮎䴎䩮䗤䮎 䜍㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆 䝘䩮䴎䫙 䴎䫙㣆 䫙㣆䛝㐞 䗓䟥 㐞䎤䩮㐉䮎䴎㣆 㙖䗓㞟㐞䮎䊕䩮㣆䪑 㳨䗓䩮䊕䅠 㲘㼒䪑䩮䊕㣆䪑䪑㞿 㲘㼒䴎 䮎䪑 䴎䫙㣆 㐞䗓㐞㼒䛝䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕 䩮䊕㙖䎤㣆䮎䪑㣆䪑 䮎䊕㳨 䴎䫙㣆 䊕㣆㣆㳨 䟥䗓䎤 㞟䗓䎤㣆 㙖䗓㞟㐞䛝䩮㙖䮎䴎㣆㳨 䅠䗓㐉㣆䎤䊕䮎䊕㙖㣆 䮎䎤䩮䪑㣆䪑㞿 䰶 䮎㞟 㐞䛝䮎䊕䊕䩮䊕䅠 䴎䗓 㼒㐞䅠䎤䮎㳨㣆 䴎䫙㣆䪑㣆 㳕䝉 㐞䛝䮎㙖㣆䪑 䩮䊕䴎䗓 䴎䫙㣆䩮䎤 䗓䝘䊕 䆦䩮䊕䅠㳨䗓㞟䪑䛶"
"㰃䩮䴎䫙 䗤䗓㼒䎤 㙖䗓䊕䴎䎤䩮㲘㼒䴎䩮䗓䊕 䴎䗓 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆㞿 䗤䗓㼒 䮎䎤㣆 䊕䮎䴎㼒䎤䮎䛝䛝䗤 䮎㞟䗓䊕䅠 䴎䫙㣆 䛝䩮䪑䴎 䗓䟥 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 䝘䫙䗓 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䴎䮎䆦㣆 䗓㐉㣆䎤 䮎 䟥䎤䗓䊕䴎䩮㣆䎤 䗓䟥 䗤䗓㼒䎤 䗓䝘䊕䛶"
"㷁䗓 䝘䫙䮎䴎 㳨䗓 䗤䗓㼒 䴎䫙䩮䊕䆦㥻 䒌䎤㣆 䗤䗓㼒 䝘䩮䛝䛝䩮䊕䅠㥻"
䜍㐉㣆䊕 䩮䟥 䫙㣆 㳨䩮㳨 䊕䗓䴎 䫙䮎㐉㣆 䴎䫙䩮䪑 䩮㳨㣆䮎 㲘㣆䟥䗓䎤㣆㞿 䪑䩮䊕㙖㣆 㞢䩮䪑 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤 㲘䎤䗓㼒䅠䫙䴎 㼒㐞 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䮎䴎䴎㣆䎤 䫙䩮㞟䪑㣆䛝䟥 䮎䊕㳨㞿 䮎䛝䗓䊕䅠 䝘䩮䴎䫙 䫙䩮㞟㞿 䴎䫙㣆䎤㣆 䝘㣆䎤㣆 㳕䑒 䗓䴎䫙㣆䎤 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 䝘䫙䗓 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 䅠㣆䴎 䴎䫙䩮䪑 䗓㐞㐞䗓䎤䴎㼒䊕䩮䴎䗤㞿 䫙㣆 㳨䩮㳨 䊕䗓䴎 䫙㣆䪑䩮䴎䮎䴎㣆 䮎䊕㳨 㭸㼒䩮㙖䆦䛝䗤 䮎䅠䎤㣆㣆㳨䛶 䜍㐉㣆䊕 䩮䟥 䫙㣆 䟥㣆䛝䴎 䎤㣆䅠䎤㣆䴎䟥㼒䛝 䴎䫙䮎䴎 䫙㣆 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 䊕䗓 䛝䗓䊕䅠㣆䎤 㲘㣆 䮎 㙖䩮䴎䩮䋑㣆䊕 䗓䟥 䴎䫙㣆 䚲䫙䮎䎤䮎䴎䩮䗤䮎 䜍㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆㞿 䝘䫙䩮㙖䫙 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 㞟䮎䆦㣆 䫙䩮㞟 䟥㣆㣆䛝 䛝䩮䆦㣆 䫙㣆 䫙䮎㳨 䛝䗓䪑䴎 䪑䗓㞟㣆䴎䫙䩮䊕䅠 㐉㣆䎤䗤 㳨㣆䮎䎤 䴎䗓 䫙䩮䪑 䫙㣆䮎䎤䴎㞿 䫙㣆 䪑䴎䩮䛝䛝 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䊕䗓䴎 䎤㣆䪑䩮䪑䴎 䴎䫙㣆 䮎䛝䛝㼒䎤㣆 䗓䟥 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 䮎 䆦䩮䊕䅠 䝘䩮䴎䫙 䫙䩮䪑 䗓䝘䊕 䆦䩮䊕䅠㳨䗓㞟䛶
㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 㳨䩮㳨䊕'䴎 䟥㣆㣆䛝 䪑㼒䎤㐞䎤䩮䪑㣆㳨䛶 㞢䗓䝘 㞟䮎䊕䗤 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 㙖䮎䊕 䮎㙖䴎㼒䮎䛝䛝䗤 䪑䮎䗤 䊕䗓 䴎䗓 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 䮎 䆦䩮䊕䅠 䩮䊕 䴎䫙㣆䩮䎤 䗓䝘䊕 㙖䗓㼒䊕䴎䎤䗤㥻 㞢㣆 䫙䮎㳨䊕'䴎 䮎䪑䆦㣆㳨 䴎䫙䩮䪑 㭸㼒㣆䪑䴎䩮䗓䊕 䴎䗓 䮎 䛝䗓䴎 䗓䟥 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆䛶 䒌䪑 䟥䮎䎤 䮎䪑 䫙㣆 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䎤㣆㞟㣆㞟㲘㣆䎤㞿 䫙㣆 䫙䮎㳨 䗓䊕䛝䗤 䮎䪑䆦㣆㳨 㼫䮎䗤䮎 䤍䝘䮎㮁 㷁䩮䊕䅠䫙䮎 㲘㣆䟥䗓䎤㣆㞿 㲘㼒䴎 䫙㣆 䎤㣆㙖䆦䗓䊕㣆㳨 䴎䫙䮎䴎 䊕䗓䴎 䮎 䛝䗓䴎 䗓䟥 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䪑䮎䗤 䊕䗓䛶
"䰶䊕 䗓䎤㳨㣆䎤 䴎䗓 䅠䮎䩮䊕 䪑䗓㞟㣆䴎䫙䩮䊕䅠㞿 䗤䗓㼒'䛝䛝 䫙䮎㐉㣆 䴎䗓 䛝㣆䴎 䅠䗓 䗓䟥 䪑䗓㞟㣆 䴎䫙䩮䊕䅠䪑㞿" 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 䎤㣆㞟䩮䊕㳨㣆㳨 䫙䩮㞟 䪑㣆䎤䩮䗓㼒䪑䛝䗤䛶
㞢䗓䝘㣆㐉㣆䎤㞿 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 㳨䩮㳨 䊕䗓䴎 䴎䮎䆦㣆 䩮䴎 䩮䊕䴎䗓 䮎㙖㙖䗓㼒䊕䴎 䮎䴎 䮎䛝䛝㞿 㲘㣆㙖䮎㼒䪑㣆 䟥䎤䗓㞟 䝘䫙䮎䴎 㞢䩮䪑 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤 䪑䮎䩮㳨㞿 䴎䫙㣆 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 䩮䊕 䴎䫙㣆䪑㣆 㙖䗓㼒䊕䴎䎤䩮㣆䪑 䝘㣆䎤㣆 㐞䎤䩮㞟䮎䎤䩮䛝䗤 䟥䎤䗓㞟 䴎䫙㣆 䚲䫙䮎䎤䮎䴎䩮䗤䮎 䜍㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆䛶 䰶䊕 䴎䫙䩮䪑 䪑䩮䴎㼒䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕㞿 䝘䩮䛝䛝 䴎䫙㣆 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆 䴎䎤㣆䮎䴎 䴎䫙㣆䪑㣆 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 㲘䮎㳨䛝䗤㥻 䈰䗓䎤 䴎䫙㣆 䚲䫙䮎䎤䮎䴎䩮䗤䮎 䜍㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆㞿 䝘䫙䩮㙖䫙 䅠䩮㐉㣆䪑 㣆䛍䴎䎤㣆㞟㣆䛝䗤 㐞䎤㣆䟥㣆䎤㣆䊕䴎䩮䮎䛝 㐞䗓䛝䩮㙖䩮㣆䪑 㣆㐉㣆䊕 䴎䗓 䮎䛝䛝䩮㣆䪑㞿 䝘䩮䛝䛝 䴎䫙㣆䩮䎤 䗓䝘䊕 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 䊕䗓䴎 㲘㣆 䴎䮎䆦㣆䊕 㙖䮎䎤㣆 䗓䟥㥻
㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 䴎䫙䗓㼒䅠䫙䴎 䮎㲘䗓㼒䴎 䩮䴎 䮎䊕㳨 䪑䫙䗓䗓䆦 䫙䩮䪑 䫙㣆䮎㳨䛶 "䰶䴎 㳨㣆㐞㣆䊕㳨䪑䛶 㟄䫙䩮䎤䴎㣆㣆䊕 㐞䩮㣆㙖㣆䪑 䗓䟥 䛝䮎䊕㳨 䮎䎤㣆 㲘㣆䩮䊕䅠 䮎䛝䛝䗓㙖䮎䴎㣆㳨 䮎㙖㙖䗓䎤㳨䩮䊕䅠 䴎䗓 䮎 䫙䩮㣆䎤䮎䎤㙖䫙䗤䛶"
"㟄䫙㣆 䴎䗓㐞 㐞㣆䎤䪑䗓䊕 䩮䊕 䴎䫙㣆 䫙䩮㣆䎤䮎䎤㙖䫙䗤 䅠㣆䴎䪑 䴎䗓 㙖䫙䗓䗓䪑㣆 䮎䊕䗤 㐞䛝䗓䴎 䗓䟥 䛝䮎䊕㳨 䩮䊕 䴎䫙㣆 㳕䝉 㐞䩮㣆㙖㣆䪑 䫙㣆 䝘䮎䊕䴎䪑䛶 䒌䟥䴎㣆䎤 䫙㣆 䫙䮎䪑 㙖䫙䗓䪑㣆䊕㞿 䴎䫙㣆 䎤㣆㞟䮎䩮䊕䩮䊕䅠 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 䅠㣆䴎 䴎䗓 㐞䩮㙖䆦 䩮䊕 䗓䎤㳨㣆䎤䛶"
'䜍䫙㥻' 㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䝘䮎䪑 䪑㼒䎤㐞䎤䩮䪑㣆㳨䛶 㞢㣆 䝘䮎䊕䴎㣆㳨 䴎䗓 䆦䊕䗓䝘 䝘䫙䗓 䝘䮎䪑 䮎㲘䗓㐉㣆 䫙䩮㞟䛶 㞢㣆 䝘䮎䪑 䴎䫙䩮䊕䆦䩮䊕䅠 䮎㲘䗓㼒䴎 䝘䫙㣆䴎䫙㣆䎤 䫙㣆 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 䴎䮎䛝䆦 䝘䩮䴎䫙 䴎䫙㣆䪑㣆 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 䮎䊕㳨 㙖䗓㞟㣆 䴎䗓 䮎䊕 䮎䎤䎤䮎䊕䅠㣆㞟㣆䊕䴎 㲘㣆㙖䮎㼒䪑㣆 䮎䪑 䪑䗓䗓䊕 䮎䪑 䫙㣆 䪑䮎䝘 䴎䫙㣆 㞟䮎㐞㞿 䫙㣆 䩮㞟㞟㣆㳨䩮䮎䴎㣆䛝䗤 㳨㣆㙖䩮㳨㣆㳨 䗓䊕 䮎 㐞䛝䮎㙖㣆䛶
㟄䫙䮎䊕䆦䟥㼒䛝䛝䗤㞿 䴎䫙䗓㼒䅠䫙㞿 㷩䩮㮁䮎䗤 㞟㣆䊕䴎䩮䗓䊕㣆㳨 䩮䴎 䫙䩮㞟䪑㣆䛝䟥䛶 "㟄䫙㣆 㐞㣆䎤䪑䗓䊕 䩮䊕 䴎䫙㣆 䟥䩮䎤䪑䴎 㐞䛝䮎㙖㣆 䩮䪑 䳒䮎㮁䮎 㼫䮎䗤䮎 䤍䝘䮎㮁 㷁䩮䊕䅠䫙䮎䛶 㷁㣆㙖䗓䊕㳨 㐞䛝䮎㙖㣆 䩮䪑 䳒䮎㮁䮎 㷁䮎䎤㐉㣆䪑䫙䛶 䖹䮎䴎㼒䎤䮎䛝䛝䗤㞿 䗤䗓㼒 䮎䎤㣆 䩮䊕 䴎䫙䩮䎤㳨 㐞䛝䮎㙖㣆䛶 㟄䫙㣆 䟥䗓㼒䎤䴎䫙 㐞䛝䮎㙖㣆—䝘㣆䛝䛝㞿 䰶 䫙䮎㐉㣆 㐞㣆䗓㐞䛝㣆 䩮䊕 㞟䩮䊕㳨㞿 㲘㼒䴎 䴎䫙㣆䗤 䮎䎤㣆 䊕䗓䴎 䗤㣆䴎 㙖䗓䊕䟥䩮䎤㞟㣆㳨䛶 䈰䗓䎤 䊕䗓䝘㞿 䴎䫙㣆 䴎䗓㐞 䴎䫙䎤㣆㣆 䮎䎤㣆 䪑㣆䴎䛶"
㛵䩮䎤䮎䊕 䊕䗓㳨㳨㣆㳨 䩮䊕 㼒䊕㳨㣆䎤䪑䴎䮎䊕㳨䩮䊕䅠 䮎䊕㳨 䴎䫙㣆䊕 䪑㼒㳨㳨㣆䊕䛝䗤 㙖䮎㞟㣆 䴎䗓 䮎 䎤㣆䮎䛝䩮䋑䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕䛶 '䖹䗓 䝘䗓䊕㳨㣆䎤 㞢䩮䪑 㬟䮎㮁㣆䪑䴎䗤 㙖䗓㼒䛝㳨 㙖䗓䊕㐉䩮䊕㙖㣆 䴎䫙㣆 㛵䩮䊕䅠 䗓䟥 䒌䫙䗓㞟 䪑䗓 㭸㼒䩮㙖䆦䛝䗤 䴎䗓 㞟㣆䎤䅠㣆 䫙䩮䪑 䆦䩮䊕䅠㳨䗓㞟 䝘䩮䴎䫙 䴎䫙㣆 䚲䫙䮎䎤䮎䴎䩮䗤䮎 䜍㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆䛶 䰶䊕 䮎 䪑䩮䴎㼒䮎䴎䩮䗓䊕 䝘䫙㣆䎤㣆 䰶 䮎㞟 䊕㣆䩮䅠䫙㲘䗓㼒䎤䩮䊕䅠 䮎 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤䟥㼒䛝 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆 䴎䫙䮎䴎 䰶 㙖䮎䊕䊕䗓䴎 㳨㣆䟥㣆䮎䴎 㣆㐉㣆䊕 䩮䊕 㞟䗤 㳨䎤㣆䮎㞟䪑 䩮䟥 䰶 䝘䮎䪑 䅠䩮㐉㣆䊕 䮎 㙖䫙䮎䊕㙖㣆 䴎䗓 䎤㣆㲘㼒䩮䛝㳨 䮎 䆦䩮䊕䅠㳨䗓㞟 㲘䩮䅠䅠㣆䎤 䮎䊕㳨 㞟䗓䎤㣆 㐞䗓䝘㣆䎤䟥㼒䛝 䝘䩮䴎䫙 䴎䫙㣆 䟥㼒䛝䛝 䪑㼒㐞㐞䗓䎤䴎 䗓䟥 䮎䊕 㣆㞟㐞䩮䎤㣆㞿 䰶 䝘䗓㼒䛝㳨 䮎䅠䎤㣆㣆 䴎䗓䗓䛶'
䦟䛶㷁䛶 㟄䫙䮎䊕䆦 䗤䗓㼒 䤍䩮䪑㙖䗓䎤㳨 㼒䪑㣆䎤 㗜䟥䗓䎤䅠䗓䴎䴎㣆䊕䛝䮎䊕㳨 䟥䗓䎤 㲘䎤䩮䊕䅠䩮䊕䅠 䴎䫙㣆 㣆䎤䎤䗓䎤 䴎䗓 䛝䩮䅠䫙䴎䛶䛶
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