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ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ᴿʰʸᵐᵉˢ⠘ ⁻ɛˡⁱ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁱˢ ᵃ ˢᵘʳⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂᵉˡˡ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢᵃᵏᵉˢ‧‧ ⁻ᴳⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃʳˡᵒ "ᴳᵃᵗᵒ" ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ᴾᵉˡˡᵉᶜʰⁱᵃ ⁽ᵇᵒʳⁿ ¹⁰ ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹⁹⁸¹ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃʳᵃᶜᵃˢ⁾ ⁱˢ ᵃ ⱽᵉⁿᵉᶻᵘᵉˡᵃⁿ ʳᵃᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉʳ‧ ⁻ᴬˡᵉˢˢᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ⸴ ᴼᶠᴹ ᶜᵃᵖ‧ ⁽² ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ¹⁸⁸² – ⁶ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁹⁷⁰⁾ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᴹᵃʸ ⁵⸴ ¹⁹⁶¹ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵒˡᵒᵍⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗᵗⁱ ᴾʰᵒⁿᵉᵗⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ᔆᵉʳⁱⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᶜᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡˡʸ ⁸⁹ ᔆᵉʳᵉⁿⁱˡˡˡᵃ ⁷⁴ ᔆᵉ́ʳᵉ́ⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ⁶⁷ ᶻᵃʳᵃⁿᵉˡˡⁱ ⁶⁷

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👼😇🙏📿🤲🧎⛪🛐

r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 days ago chacde3 Halfway into our trip, the GPS arrival time switched from “Midnight” to “Never.” I was so distracted trying to figure out what it meant, I did not notice the truck veering into my lane.

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ༊*·˚

r/TwoSentenceHorror 5 min. ago InfamousInspector863 Her heart raced as the caller informed her that her date had died in a car crash earlier that evening. She turned slowly to face the person driving, realizing she was sitting next to a complete stranger.

❤ ✞ ❤ Rest in Heavenly Peace ❤ ✞ ❤

December 13, 1977, Evansville Aces players, coaches, supporters and flight crew boarded a chartered DC-3 plane to travel to Murfreesboro for a game against Middle Tennessee. Just one minute after taking off, at 7:22 p.m. crashed, tragically taking the lives of everyone onboard. The only member of the Purple Aces who did not die in the crash was 18-year-old freshman David Furr; he was out for the season with some infirmary and thus was not on the plane that day. Lucky break? Well… Davis Lee Furr, weeks after the plane crash, and his younger brother Byron were killed in a car accident near Newton, Illinois, leaving the entire 1977 Evansville team dead.

Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss..."

𓂋 𓆩♡𓆪🤍🎧👼🏼

ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗᵗⁱ ⁽ᴴⁱⁿᵈⁱ⠘ गोरेत्ती⸴ ᴹᵃʳᵃᵗʰⁱ⠘ गोरेटी⸴ ᴿᵘˢˢⁱᵃⁿ⠘ Гᵒᵖᵉтти⁾ ⁱˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒⁿˡʸ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ ᵒʳ ᵗᵉʳʳⁱᵗᵒʳʸ‧ ᴵᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵗ⠘‧ ᔆᵘʳⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᔆⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ᴳᵒʳʳᵉᵗᵗⁱ ⁹³ ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁱ ⁹³ ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗⁱ ⁹² ᴳᵃʳᵉᵗᵗⁱ ⁸⁶ ᴳᵒʳᵉᵗᵗᵗʸ ⁸⁰ ᴳᵒʳʳʳᵉᵗⁱ ⁸⁰ ᴳᵒʳʳʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ⁷⁵ ᴺᵍᵒʳⁱᵗⁱ ⁷¹ ᴳᵒʳʳⁱᵗᵗʸ ⁶⁷

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮᵉᵍᵃ/ᴮᵉᵉ/ᴮᵉᵍᵍᵃ/ᴮᵉᵍʰ ⁻ ᵃᵇᵇᵉˢˢ ⁷ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ⁶ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ʳᵒʸᵃˡᵗʸ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵃʳʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴺᵒʳʷᵃʸ‧ ᴮᵉᵍᵃ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᵉ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᵒʳᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵃʸˢ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵃˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʸ ʳⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᶜˡᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜʰᵒʳᵉˢˢ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˡᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇⁱʳᵈˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵒᵈˢ‧ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴼˢʷᵃˡᵈ ᵒᶠ ᴺᵒʳᵗʰᵘᵐᵇʳⁱᵃ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ʳᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵖᵉˡ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʰⁱᵍʰʷᵃʸᵐᵉⁿ⸴ ᶜᵒⁿᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ ˢᵃᶠᵉᵗʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉⁱˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴬⁱᵈᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴸⁱⁿᵈᵉˢᶠᵃʳⁿᵉ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ‧ ᴬᵇᵇᵉˢˢ‧ ᴷⁿᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵒˢⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵖᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵇᵉʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ⁷ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡˡⁱˢᵃ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ⁶ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴹᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃˢᵗᵉˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵘˡⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ¹⸴⁰⁰⁰! ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱˢˢᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ˢⁱᶜᵏ ʷᵒᵐᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᴶᵘˡⁱᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁹⁹ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ²²² ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹²²–¹²³⁾ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉʳᵘˢᵃˡᵉᵐ ⁽ᵈ‧ ᶜᵃ‧ ²²² ᴬᴰ⁾ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵖᵃᵗʳⁱᵃʳᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉʳᵘˢᵃˡᵉᵐ‧ ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵂᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ²⁹⸴ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᴬᵘᵍᵘˢᵗ ⁷‧ ᴼᶠ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿ⸴ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵒˡᵈˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ⁸⁰ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱʳᵗⁱᵉᵗʰ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉʳᵘˢᵃˡᵉᵐ‧ ᴬˡᵉˣᵃⁿᵈᵉʳ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ᶜᵒᵃᵈʲᵘᵗᵒʳ⸴ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ²¹² ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴺᵃʳᶜⁱˢˢᵘˢ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ¹¹⁶‧ᴮᵒʳⁿ ~⁹⁹ ᴬᴰ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ~²²² ᴬᴰ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ²⁹ ᴬᵗᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗᵉˢ ᴰᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵗʰⁱˢᵗˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵇˡᵒˢˢᵒᵐ; ᵖⁱᵗᶜʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ʰⁱᵐ; ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ᵈᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵃʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ‧

r/shortscarystories 13 hr. ago S_G_Woodhouse I think I'm losing my head I was driving home after a long day at work. I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was at home having dinner with my wife and 2 daughters. "What's wrong honey" she asked me. "I don't know. I just feel like I've forgotten something" I replied, confused. Forgot something? It was much worse than that, I had no memory of going home. I reassured her and spent the rest of the evening as normal, re-watching one of my favorite movies. Eventually, I dozed off. I dreamt strange things. I saw myself, having a picnic with my parents. Except they weren't smiling and happy like I remembered them. Instead, they were sitting on the picnic blanket, staring into space, their faces closed and expressionless. No matter how much I shouted at them in my daze, I couldn't see any life left in them; it was as if they were there, without being there. Detached. I woke up in my bed, alone. I looked all over the house, but not only was my wife gone, so were my children. My cell phone line was dead, no service. I went outside to get my car and drive to work, thinking I'd try to call my wife a little later. There was no one on the road but me. It was as if the whole Earth had emptied out. I'd dismissed my detachment last night, but I was seriously beginning to wonder if I was losing my mind. I was lost. I decided to go to my work to see if anyone was still in town, if a national evacuation drill was underway and could explain everything. Once there, I rushed back into the building, hoping to find someone who could explain what was going on. And when I opened the door, I was relieved to see that all my colleagues were there. At last, I could find out what was going on. I walked over to a colleague who over the years had become my best friend. "Hey, what's going on? My family's disappeared and there's nobody left in town," I asked him. He didn't answer. I stepped forward to face him, and discovered to my horror that his face and expression were detached exactly the same as my parents' in my dream. It couldn't be, was I trapped in a nightmare? I tried to talk to everyone, but they were all in the same state. My head hurt, my eyes hurt. I saw lights, and sounds filled my ears even though there was nothing here. Nothing alive. My vision began to narrow. Sounds began to blend together. Blackness. Emptiness. And finally, words I didn't have time to understand came to me for the last time. "The driver is dead, his head was torn off by the impact."

Tʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-Tʀᴇᴀᴛ /sʜᴏʀᴛsᴄᴀʀʏsᴛᴏʀɪᴇs GᴜʏAᴡᴋs Tʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-Tʀᴇᴀᴛ “Is ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, Jᴀɴᴇᴛ? Yᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏɴ Eᴅᴅʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ!” Mʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴍs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʙᴡᴇʙs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴ’s ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ. Aʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪs ᴀ sᴇᴀ ᴏғ sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ Hᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴏᴏᴛs, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇʀs. “Yᴇs” I ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ, ᴀᴅᴊᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀʀ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ. “Mʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ.” “Oʜ ɪᴛ’s sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ. Iɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪᴅs ᴅᴏᴏʀ-ᴛᴏ-ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋs. Lɪғᴇ’s ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛɪɴɢ.” Eᴅᴅʏ ʙᴏʙs ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇ. Eᴀɢᴇʀ, ʜᴇ sᴇᴛs ᴏғғ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴏᴋɪʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴɪᴠᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴅs ʟɪɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ. “Tʜɪs ᴅᴏᴇs sᴇᴇᴍ ғᴜɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs, Yᴠᴇᴛᴛᴇ” I ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ sʜᴇ ᴘᴀssᴇs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇs. “Bᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ sᴀғᴇ ɪs ᴛʜɪs? Wɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs’ ᴄᴀʀs…” “Hᴏɴᴇʏ, ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴍᴜᴄʜ sᴀғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋ-ᴏʀ- ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ!” sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴇs ᴍᴇ. Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, I ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ʙᴏᴏᴛ sʟᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ sʜᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇɴɢɪɴᴇ ʀᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ. Tʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ SUV ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʏ. Eᴅᴅʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ. “Hᴇʏ!” I sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ. Eᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ sᴘɪɴs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ I’ᴍ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ SUV ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs ᴇʀʀᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ. Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜ ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴜs. Aᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋ-ᴏʀ-ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʙᴇɢɪɴ sʜᴏᴜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴠᴀɴ ᴀs ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ ғʀᴀɴᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ sᴀғᴇ. “Is ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ?!” Aᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴏs, I ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ Eᴅᴅʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. I ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʀᴇʟɪᴇғ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ʜᴜɢ. “Aʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ—ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ” ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜʟʏ. I sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀ ғɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ sᴍɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴠᴀɴ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. Iᴛ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴍʏ sᴏɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀs ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ ʟɪɴᴇs. Tᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇss ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴇs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs sᴍᴀsʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛs.

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ROSARY IN ITALIAN ᔆⁱᵍⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᴺᵉˡ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵈ ᴵᵒ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁱⁿ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵉˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ; ᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᶜʳⁱˢᵗᵒ⸴ ˢᵘᵒ ᵘⁿⁱᶜᵒ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ⸴ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ⸴ ⁱˡ ᑫᵘᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵘ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖⁱᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ⁿᵃᶜᑫᵘᵉ ᵈᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ⸴ ᵖᵃᵗᵉ̌ ˢᵒᵗᵗᵒ ᴾᵒⁿᶻⁱᵒ ᴾⁱˡᵃᵗᵒ⸴ ᶠᵘ ᶜʳᵒᶜⁱᶠⁱˢˢᵒ⸴ ᵐᵒʳᵉ̌ ᵉ ᶠᵘ ˢᵉᵖᵒˡᵗᵒ; ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵃᵍˡⁱ ⁱⁿᶠᵉʳⁱ; ⁱˡ ᵗᵉʳᶻᵒ ᵍⁱᵒʳⁿᵒ ʳⁱˢᵘˢᶜⁱᵗⁿ̌ ᵈᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ; ˢᵃˡᵉ̌ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵉᵈᵉ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵒⁿⁿⁱᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗᵉ; ᵈⁱ ˡʳ́ ᵛᵉʳʳʳ́ ᵃ ᵍⁱᵘᵈⁱᶜᵃʳᵉ ⁱ ᵛⁱᵛⁱ ᵉ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵗⁱ‧ ᶜʳᵉᵈᵒ ⁿᵉˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ⸴ ˡᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜʰⁱᵉˢᵃ ᶜᵃᵗᵗᵒˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ˡᵃ ᶜᵒᵐᵘⁿⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳᵉᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗⁱ⸴ ˡᵃ ʳⁱˢᵘʳʳᵉᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜᵃʳⁿᵉ⸴ ˡᵃ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴼᵘʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ⸴ ᶜʰᵉ ˢᵉⁱ ⁿᵉⁱ ᶜⁱᵉˡⁱ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ⁿᵒᵐᵉ ᵛᵉⁿᵍᵃ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ʳᵉᵍⁿᵒ⸴ ˢⁱᵃ ᶠᵃᵗᵗᵃ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵛᵒˡᵒⁿᵗʳ́ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᶜᵒˢᵉ̌ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃ‧ ᴰᵃᶜᶜⁱ ᵒᵍᵍⁱ ⁱˡ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵒ ᵖᵃⁿᵉ ᑫᵘᵒᵗⁱᵈⁱᵃⁿᵒ⸴ ᵉ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗⁱ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡⁱ ʳⁱᵐᵉᵗᵗⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵃⁱ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳⁱ ᵈᵉᵇⁱᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵉ ⁿᵒⁿ ᶜⁱ ⁱⁿᵈᵘʳʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗᵉⁿᵗᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᵐᵃˡᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴴᵃⁱˡ ᴹᵃʳʸ ᴬᵛᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᵖⁱᵉⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ⸴ ⁱˡ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶜ̌ ᶜᵒⁿ ᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵘ ˢᵉⁱ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᶠʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵈᵒⁿⁿᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᶜ̌ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᴰⁱᵒ⸴ ᵖʳᵉᵍᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒᵗⁱ⸴ ᵃᵈᵉˢˢᵒ ᵉ ⁿᵉˡˡ'ᵒʳᵃ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴳˡᵒʳʸ ᴮᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵃˡ ᴾᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵉ ᵃˡ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱᵒ ᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ‧ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵉʳᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜⁱᵖⁱᵒ⸴ ᵒʳᵃ ᵉ ˢᵉᵐᵖʳᵉ ⁿᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ ᵈᵉⁱ ˢᵉᶜᵒˡⁱ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵗⁱᵐᵃ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ⁽ᵒᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡ⁾ ᴼ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳᵈᵒⁿᵃ ˡᵉ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵖᵉ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵃᶜⁱ ᵈᵃˡ ᶠᵘᵒᶜᵒ ᵖᵒʳᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᵗᵘᵗᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ ˡᵉ ᵖⁱᵘ̊ ᵇⁱˢᵒᵍⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵛᵒˢᵗʳᵃ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ᔆᵃˡᵛᵉ⸴ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ᵐᵃᵈʳᵉ ᵈⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵃ⸴ ᵛⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉᶻᶻᵃ ᵉ ˢᵖᵉʳᵃⁿᶻᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ˢᵃˡᵛᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵉ ʳⁱᶜᵒʳʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ⸴ ᵉˢᵘˡⁱ ᶠⁱᵍˡⁱ ᵈⁱ ᴱᵛᵃ; ᵃ ᵗᵉ ˢᵒˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱ ᵉ ᵖⁱᵃⁿᵍᵉⁿᵗⁱ ⁱⁿ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵃ ᵛᵃˡˡᵉ ᵈⁱ ˡᵃᶜʳⁱᵐᵉ‧ ᴼʳˢᵘ̊ ᵈᵘⁿᑫᵘᵉ ᵃᵛᵛᵒᶜᵃᵗᵃ ⁿᵒˢᵗʳᵃ⸴ ʳⁱᵛᵒˡᵍⁱ ᵃ ⁿᵒⁱ ᵍˡⁱ ᵒᶜᶜʰⁱ ᵗᵘᵒⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳⁱᶜᵒʳᵈⁱᵒˢⁱ‧ ᴱ ᵐᵒˢᵗʳᵃᶜⁱ⸴ ᵈᵒᵖᵒ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᵒ ᵉˢⁱˡⁱᵒ⸴ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ⁱˡ ᶠʳᵘᵗᵗᵒ ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵈᵉᵗᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ˢᵉⁿᵒ‧ ᴼ ᶜˡᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗᵉ⸴ ᵒ ᵖⁱᵃ⸴ ᵒ ᵈᵒˡᶜᵉ ⱽᵉʳᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡᵉ ᴾʳᵃʸᵉʳ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊⸴ ᵖᵉʳ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵉʳⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ⱽⁱᵗᵃ⸴ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴹᵒʳᵗᵉ ᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵉ ᵖᵉʳ ⁱ ᵐᵉʳⁱᵗⁱ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ˢᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃᵈʳᵉ⸴ ᵗⁱ ᵖʳᵉᵍʰⁱᵃᵐᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗⁱ ⁱ ᵖᵉᶜᶜᵃᵗᵒʳⁱ⸴ ᵃⁱᵘᵗᵃ ⁱ ᵐᵒʳᵉⁿᵗⁱ⸴ ˡⁱᵇᵉʳᵃ ˡᵉ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵉ ᵈᵉˡ 'ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ' ᵖᵘʳᵍᵃᵗᵒʳⁱᵒ ᵉ ˡⁱᵐᵇᵒ‧ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵈⁱ ᵃ ᵗᵘᵗᵗⁱ ⁿᵒⁱ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍʳᵃᶻⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵛⁱᵛᵉʳᵉ ᵉ ᵇᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳⁱʳᵉ⸴ ᵉ ˡᵃ ᵗᵘᵃ ᵍˡᵒʳⁱᵃ ᵖᵉʳ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖˡᵃʳᵉ ⁱˡ ᵗᵘᵒ ᵛᵒˡᵗᵒ ᵉ ᵃᵐᵃʳᵗⁱ ᵖᵉʳ ˡ'ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿⁱᵗʳ́⸴ ᔆⁱᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴬᵐᵉⁿ‧ ᴶᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴸ'ᵃⁿⁿᵘⁿᶜⁱᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵃ ᔆ‧ᴱˡⁱˢᵃᵇᵉᵗᵗᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ⁿᵃˢᶜᵉ ᵖᵒᵛᵉʳᵒ ᵃ ᴮᵉᵗˡᵉᵐᵐᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ʳⁱᵗʳᵒᵛᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡ ᵗᵉᵐᵖⁱᵒ ᔆᵒʳʳᵒʷᶠᵘˡ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵃᵍᵒⁿⁱᶻᶻᵃ ⁿᵉˡ ᵍⁱᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵒ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶠᵃˡᵍᵉˡˡᵃᵗᵒ ᵃˡˡᵃ ᶜᵒˡᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵒ ᵈⁱ ˢᵖⁱⁿᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵛⁱᵉⁿᵉ ᶜᵃʳⁱᶜᵃᵗᵒ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ᵐᵘᵒʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵉ ᴳˡᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴹʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ʳⁱˢᵒʳᵍᵉ ᴳᵉˢᵘ̊ ˢᵃˡᵉ ᵃˡ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴸᵒ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᵉ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ᵃˢˢᵘⁿᵗᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜⁱᵉˡᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᔆᔆ‧ ᶜ̌ ⁱⁿᶜᵒʳᵒⁿᵃᵗᵃ ᴿᵉᵍⁱⁿᵃ ROSARY IN ITALIAN

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ᴬʳᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˡᵃ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ⁽¹⁴⁶⁰ – ²⁵ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁴⁹⁴⁾ ⁻ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵃˢ ᴱˡᵉᵃⁿᵒʳᵃ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ⁻ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᴵᵗᵃˡⁱᵃⁿ ᶜᵃʳᵐᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ᴼʳᵈᵉʳ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾⁱᵘˢ ᴵˣ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᴬʳᶜᵃⁿᵍᵉˡᵃ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁶⁴‧ ᴱˡᵉᵃⁿᵒʳᵃ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁶⁰ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ⁿᵒᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵒᶠ ᵀʳⁱⁿᵒ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵘᶜʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃᵛᵒʸ‧ ᴴᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵉⁿᵉᵈⁱᶜᵗⁱⁿᵉˢ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ᴮᵉⁿᵉᵈⁱᶜᵗⁱⁿᵉ ⁿᵘⁿ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵇᵇᵉʸ⸴ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒʳˢᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳᵖʳᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃ ˢⁱᵍⁿ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᵐᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ⁿᵘⁿ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵃʳᵐᵃ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴬʳᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˡᵃ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁷⁸‧ ᴳⁱʳˡᵃⁿⁱ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱᵒʳᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᶜᵃʳᵐᵉˡⁱᵗᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴹᵃⁿᵗᵘᵃ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐʸˢᵗⁱᶜ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒˢᵗ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᵀʳⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱᶠᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵉᶜˢᵗᵃˢⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ⸴ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵉᵛⁱᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᵂⁱᵈᵉˢᵖʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃʳᵒˢᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁹⁴‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁶⁴ ᵇʸ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾⁱᵘˢ ᴵˣ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ¹³ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹⁴⁶⁰ ᵀʳⁱⁿᵒ⸴ ᴰᵘᶜʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃᵛᵒʸ⸴ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴱᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ²⁵ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁴⁹⁴ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ³³⁾ ᴹᵃⁿᵗᵘᵃ⸴ ᴰᵘᶜʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ⸴ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴱᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᴮᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁶⁴⸴ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵉᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ᴾᵃᵖᵃˡ ᔆᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵇʸ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾⁱᵘˢ ᴵˣ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴰᵃʸ ᵒⁿ ¹³ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ᴬᵗᵗʳⁱᵇᵘᵗᵉˢ ᴿᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ʰᵃᵇⁱᵗ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴵᵗᵃ ᴬˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᴰᵉⁱʳᵈʳᵉ; ᴵᵗᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱˡˡᵉᵉᵈʸ; ᴹᵉᵈᵃ; ᴹⁱᵈᵃ; ʸᵗʰᵃ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁵⁷⁰ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ¹⁵ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ⁿᵒᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡʸ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒʸᵃˡ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃʳʳʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ᵇˡᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵉˡⁱᵇᵃᵗᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᴴʸ ᶜᵒⁿᵃⁱˡˡ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᴸⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵃᵗᵗʳᵃᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵘⁿˢ‧ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵒʸˢ ⁱⁿ ᴷⁱˡˡᵉᵉᵈʸ; ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵘᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᵃˢ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮʳᵉⁿᵈᵃⁿ‧ ᔆᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮʳⁱᵍⁱᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵃⁿʸ ᵉˣᵗʳᵃᵛᵃᵍᵃⁿᵗ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵈᵉᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒˡᵉˡʸ ᵒᶠᶠ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᵉˡⁱᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᵃᵗ ᴰʳᵘᵐ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵂᵃᵗᵉʳᶠᵒʳᵈ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴸⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵏ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ

ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁽ᵗʸᵖⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵃᵇᵇʳᵉᵛⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ "ᴱᶠᶠⁱᵉ"⁾ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ⸴ ᴮⁱᵗʰʸⁿⁱᵃ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵗᵉˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ᴹᵃʲᵒʳ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ⸴ ᴿᵒᵛⁱⁿʲ⸴ ᶜʳᵒᵃᵗⁱᵃ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁽ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳ⁾"ʷᵉˡˡ⁻ˢᵖᵒᵏᵉⁿ [ᵒᶠ]"⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬˡˡ⁻ᵖʳᵃⁱˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ⸴ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ³⁰³ ᴬᴰ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒᶜᶜᵘʳʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᴬʳᵉˢ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉˢ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵉⁿᵃ ᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ˢᵘˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ˡⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᵗᵒᵐᵇ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉˢ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁶‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᴾʰⁱˡᵒᵖʰʳᵒⁿᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᵀʰᵉᵒᵈᵒˢⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ⸴ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵒˢᵖᵒʳᵘˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᴮʸᶻᵃⁿᵗⁱᵘᵐ ⁽ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ⁻ᵈᵃʸ ᴵˢᵗᵃⁿᵇᵘˡ⁾‧ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉᶜʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ⸴ ᴾʳⁱˢᶜᵘˢ⸴ ʰᵃᵈ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶜʳᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ⁱⁿ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿ ᵈᵉⁱᵗʸ ᴬʳᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵈⁱˢᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳˢʰⁱᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᴳᵒᵈ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᵈᵉᶠⁱᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵒʳ'ˢ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳˢ‧ ᴮᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ⁿᵘᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ˢᵃᶜʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴬʳᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵇʲᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳˡʸ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵗᵒʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ⸴ ⁱⁿ ʰᵒᵖᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵇᵉᵃʳ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵉⁿᵃ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵉᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᴰⁱᵒᶜˡᵉᵗⁱᵃⁿ ⁽²⁸⁴⁻³⁰⁵⁾‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵍⁿⁱᶠⁱᶜᵉⁿᵗ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧ ᴹⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘʳᵗʰ ᴱᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿⁱᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ⁴⁵¹‧ ᴵᵗ ʳᵉᵖᵘᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴱᵘᵗʸᶜʰⁱᵃⁿ ᵈᵒᶜᵗʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵒⁿᵒᵖʰʸˢⁱᵗⁱˢᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿⁱᵃⁿ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵈ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳⁱᵇᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ "ᶠᵘˡˡ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵈⁱᵛⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ" ᵒᶠ ᴶᵉˢᵘˢ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᴾᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᵀʳⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ˢᵃᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉᶜʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴾʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁶³⁰ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒⁿᵒᵖʰʸˢⁱᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ⁻ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ⸴ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵈᵉᶜⁱˢⁱᵛᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉⁿˢᵘˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ‧ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᵃʳᶜʰ ᴬⁿᵃᵗᵒˡⁱᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ˢᵘᵇᵐⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜⁱˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᔆᵖⁱʳⁱᵗ⸴ ᵃᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᵉˢ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᴹᵃʳᶜⁱᵃⁿ ⁽⁴⁵⁰⁻⁴⁵⁷⁾⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵉʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉᵃˡ ᵒⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ‧ ᴰᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ˢⁱᵈᵉˢ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵃʸᵉᵈ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒⁿᵒᵖʰʸˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ˡᵃʸ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃᵗᵗᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴸᵉᵒ ᴵ⠘ "ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᴳᵒᵈ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵘᵐᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ʷʰᵒ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵃˡ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ⸴ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᴮʳⁱᵈᵉᵍʳᵒᵒᵐ ᵇʸ ᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴱᵐᵖᵉʳᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ⁻ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᴱᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢ⸴ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵘᵐᵘˡᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵖᵖᵒⁿᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀʳᵘᵗʰ ᵃˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴴⁱᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒⁿᵍᵘᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᵃˡ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒᵗᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᶜˡᵃᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵒᶠ‧" ᴿᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃʳᶜᵒᵖʰᵃᵍᵘˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵛⁱⁿʲ⸴ ᶜʳᵒᵃᵗⁱᵃ‧ᴬʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ⁶²⁰⸴ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᑫᵘᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵉʳˢⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᴷʰᵒˢʳᵃᵘ ᴵ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ ⁶¹⁷⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐᵃ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵᶜᵒⁿᵒᶜˡᵃˢᵗˢ⸴ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᑫᵘᵃʳʸ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ⸴ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰⁱᵖ⁻ᵒʷⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᔆᵉʳᵍⁱᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵉʳᵍᵒⁿᵒˢ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ʷʰᵒ ʰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᶜʳʸᵖᵗ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵˢˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᴸᵉᵐⁿᵒˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ⁷⁹⁶ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ˢᵗᵒˡᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵘˢᵃᵈᵉʳˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ'ˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷⁿⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᵀᵉᵐᵖˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖʳᵉᶜᵉᵖᵗᵒʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴺⁱᶜᵒˢⁱᵃ ᵒⁿ ᶜʸᵖʳᵘˢ‧ ᵀᵒᵈᵃʸ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵏᵉᵖᵗ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵛⁱⁿʲ⸴ ᶜʳᵒᵃᵗⁱᵃ‧ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴰᵃʸˢ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱᵐᵃʳʸ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ⸴ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵂᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ⁱˢ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁶ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵈᵒᵐ‧ ᴬᵈᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᶜⁱˡ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃˡᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹¹‧ ᴾᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᶜᵘˡᵗᵘʳᵉ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴱᵘᵖʰᵉᵐⁱᵃ ⁱˢ ᵃ ʷⁱᵈᵉˡʸ⁻ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᴱᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ⸴ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵈᵒᵐ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ ˢᵒˡᵉᵐⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵉʳᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴿᵘᵍᵍᵉʳᵒ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵉ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ³⁰ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴾⁱᵒᵘˢ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ‧ ᴰᵉᵃᶜᵒⁿ‧ ᴿᵉˡᵘᶜᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉ ³⁰‧ ᴸᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃᵍˡᵉ ᶠˡᵉʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵉˡᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᵐⁱᵈ ¹¹ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ³⁰ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹¹²⁹; ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ; ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴮᵃʳˡᵉᵗᵗᵃ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ¹³ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᴮᵃʳˡᵉᵗᵗᵃ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ; ᵃʳᶜʰᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵀʳᵃⁿⁱ⁻ᴮᵃʳˡᵉᵗᵗᵃ⁻ᴮⁱˢᶜᵉᵍˡⁱᵉ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴿᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶜʳᵒˢⁱᵉʳ; ᵉᵃᵍˡᵉ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃᵉⁿᵃ ᵒᶠ ᶜʸᶻⁱᶜᵘˢ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ³¹ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵇᵘˡˡ ᵃᵗ ᶜʸᶻⁱᶜᵘˢ ⁽ⁱⁿ ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᵀᵘʳᵏᵉʸ⁾ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ²² ᴺᵒᵛ ²⁰⁰ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᶜⁱᵗᵗᵃ̀ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖᵒˡⁱᵗᵃⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴿᵒᵐᵃ ᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃˡᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ²² ᴺᵒᵛ ²³⁰ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ³⁰⁾ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᶜⁱᵗᵗᵃ̀ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖᵒˡⁱᵗᵃⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴿᵒᵐᵃ ᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃˡᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᵀʳᵃˢᵗᵉᵛᵉʳᵉ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᶜⁱᵗᵗᵃ̀ ᴹᵉᵗʳᵒᵖᵒˡⁱᵗᵃⁿᵃ ᵈⁱ ᴿᵒᵐᵃ ᶜᵃᵖⁱᵗᵃˡᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴾᴸᴼᵀ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃˡᵗᵃʳ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳ‧ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡⁱⁿᵈ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳˢ‧ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ²ⁿᵈ ᵒʳ ³ʳᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴬ‧ᴰ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁵ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ⁿᵒᵇˡᵉ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ ʷʰᵒ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ⸴ ᵛᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ᴳᵒᵈ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃʳʳʸ ᔆᵗ‧ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿˡʸ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵛⁱʳᵍⁱⁿ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˢʰ ⁱᶠ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ‧ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᵁʳᵇᵃⁿ‧ ᴼⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʸ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᴮᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ⸴ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ ˢᵃʷ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᶠᵘˡ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ'ˢ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆᵗ‧ ᵀⁱᵇᵘʳᵗⁱᵘˢ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵃʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ‧ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᵐᵉⁿ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵒʳ⸴ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵛᵉʳⁿᵒʳ ᵀᵘʳᶜⁱᵘˢ ᴬˡᵐᵃᶜʰⁱᵘˢ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵃᵐᵉˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ʰᵉʳ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ˢᵗʳⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉᶜᵏ ᵇʸ ᵃ ˢʷᵒʳᵈ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉʳ ʳᵃⁿ ᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᵈⁱ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁵ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ‧ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗᵃᶜᵒᵐᵇˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃˡⁱˣᵗᵘˢ‧ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᴾᵃˢᶜʰᵃˡ ᴵ⸴ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ⁸²¹ ᴬ‧ᴰ‧⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶜʳʸᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ‧ ᴵᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ⱽᵃˡᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²²‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴹᵒˡⁱᵒ ᴬˡˡᵉᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉ ¹²⁰ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴾᵃʳⁱˢʰ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱˡᵐᵒʳⁱᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰʸᵃʳᵈ ᴵˢˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴮᵘᵗᵉ⸴ ᴬʳᵍʸˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴮᵘᵗᵉ⸴ ᔆᶜᵒᵗˡᵃⁿᵈ

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴳᵉʳᵐᵃⁿᵘˢ ᴬˡˢᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᴳᵉʳᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᴶᵃʳᵐᵃⁿ ᴹᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ³ ᴶᵘˡʸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁴⁷⁴ ᴾʳᵒᶠⁱˡᵉ ᴺᵉᵖʰᵉʷ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ‧ ᴹⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿᵃʳʸ ᵐᵒⁿᵏ ⁱⁿ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ᵂᵃˡᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴮʳⁱᵗᵗᵃⁿʸ‧ ᴮⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵˢˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵃⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉᵛᵉʳᵃˡ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴰⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᴾʳᵉ⁻ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

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ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᶜᵃˢⁱˡᵈᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁹⁵⁰ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ⸴ ᶜᵃˢᵗⁱˡˡᵃ⁻ᴸᵃ ᴹᵃⁿᶜʰᵃ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁹ ᴬᵖʳ ¹⁰⁵⁰ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ⁹⁹–¹⁰⁰⁾ ᴮʳⁱᵛⁱᵉˢᶜᵃ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ⸴ ᶜᵃˢᵗⁱˡˡᵃ ʸ ᴸᵉᵒ́ⁿ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵘᵃʳⁱᵒ ᵈᵉ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᶜᵃˢⁱˡᵈᵃ ᴮᵘᵉᶻᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ⸴ ᶜᵃˢᵗⁱˡˡᵃ ʸ ᴸᵉᵒ́ⁿ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ¹⁰ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵘˢˡⁱᵐ ʳᵘˡᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵒˡᵉᵈᵒ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃˡ⁻ᴹᵃᵐᵘⁿ⸴ ᴬˡᵐᵃᶜʳⁱⁿ⸴ ᵒʳ ᴬˡᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ᵃ ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷᵒʳᵃⁿ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗˡʸ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖʳⁱˢᵒⁿᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᵇʲᵉᶜᵗ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ʳᵘˡᵉ‧ ᴸᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶜᵉˡˡˢ⸴ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒʰⁱᵇⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ˢᵐᵘᵍᵍˡⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴼⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶜᶜᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ⸴ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵘᵃʳᵈˢ ᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ⁱⁿˢⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶜˡᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ᶠᵘʳᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢˡʸ ⁱˡˡ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿᵉᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᵘᵃˡ ᵒʳ ˢʰᵘⁿⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᶜʰᵒˢᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁿ ⱽⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵒ ᵘᵗⁱˡⁱᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴴᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ˢᵒˡⁱᵗᵘᵈᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵃʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʰʳⁱⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁿ ⱽⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᶜˡᵃⁱᵐᵉᵈ ˢʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ¹⁰⁰‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵒᵏᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᶠˡᵒʷ⸴ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᴾᵃᵗʳᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴮᵘʳᵍᵒˢ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 'ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᴹᵃʳᵗʸʳᵒˡᵒᵍʸ' ᵒʳ ᴮᵘᵗˡᵉʳ'ˢ 'ᴸⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ⸴' ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱˢ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ 'ᴬᶜᵗᵃ ᔆᵃⁿᶜᵗᵒʳᵘᵐ‧' ᴴᵉʳ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᴰᵃʸ ⁱˢ ⁹ ᴬᵖʳⁱˡ‧

ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᴬᵇᵇᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ⁽ᶜ‧ᴬᴰ ⁶⁶⁰⁻ᴬᴰ ⁷¹⁰⁾ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᵐʸˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵖᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᴼˢʳⁱᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴʷⁱᶜᶜᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴾᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵃᵗ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ⁽ⁿᵒʷ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ⁾ ⁱⁿ ᴬᴰ ⁶⁸¹‧ ᔆᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒⁿᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᵐᵒⁿᵏˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵘⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ˢᵉᵖᵃʳᵃᵗᵉ⸴ ʸᵉᵗ ʲᵒⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃ ʳᵘˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵇᵉˢˢ‧ ᴼˢʳⁱᶜ ᵃᵖᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ⸴ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᴬᵇᵇᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴵᶠ ᴼˢʳⁱᶜ ⁱˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵉⁱʳᵃ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁻ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᵗⁱⁿᶜᵗ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᶠᵃᵛᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵒʳʸ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ⁻ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᴬˡᶜʰᶠʳⁱᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᴰᵉⁱʳᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⁽ᴺᵒʳᵗʰᵃⁿᵗˢ⁾‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᴬᴰ ⁶⁶⁰‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵖʳᵉˢᵗⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴿᵒʸᵃˡ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵃᵍᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʳʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢᵘᵐᵃᵇˡʸ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵘⁿⁿᵉʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᴳˡᵒᵘᶜᵉˢᵗᵉʳ‧ ᵀᵒ ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᶠˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵏᵉʳ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵏᵉʳ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ʷⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵒᵖᵗ ʰᵉʳ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʲᵉᵃˡᵒᵘˢʸ ᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵏᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ⁻ ²⁵ᵗʰ ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ᴬᴰ ⁷¹⁰ ⁻ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ⸴ ᶜʰᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰʳᵉʷ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵍᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵐᵃⁱᵈˢᵉʳᵛᵃⁿᵗ⸴ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ʳᵉᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ! ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ'ˢ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵂᵉˡˡ‧ ᴬ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᵒᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˡᵃᵈʸ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ᵖⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐˢ ᶠˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵉˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉⁿᵗʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᵉᵛᵃˡ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ‧ ᴹⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶜᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱʳʳᵉᵛᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒᵘʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵈʸ'ˢ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵈⁱᵃⁿ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ'ˢ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳⁱᵗʸ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉˢᵗᵒʳᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴬʳᶜʰᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵗᵉⁿᵃʸ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹³⁹⁰‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ʷᵃˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ˢᵘᵖᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ⸴ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈ ¹⁶ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᴰⁱˢˢᵒˡᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵒⁿᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᔆⁱʳ ᵀʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ᴮᵉˡˡ⸴ ᵃ ʷᵉᵃˡᵗʰʸ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵈʳᵃᵖᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴹᴾ⸴ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᶠᵒʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃˡᵐˢʰᵒᵘˢᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ˢⁱˣ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ᵐᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵘⁿᵉᵇᵘʳᵍᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴳʷⁱⁿᵉᵃʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᶜᵉˡᵗⁱᶜ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳ⸴ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᶜᵒʳⁿⁱˢʰ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ᵇⁱᵒᵍʳᵃᵖʰⁱᵉˢ ˢᵘʳᵛⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴿᵉᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴸⁱᶠᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴳʷⁱⁿᵉᵃʳ ʷᵃˢ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ¹⁴ᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᴬⁿˢᵉˡᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵖʳⁱⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴬⁿˢᵉˡᵐ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ²³‧ ᴮᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶠⁱⁿᵍᵃʳ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵇʸ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵃᵗʳⁱᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴮʳⁱᵗᵗᵃⁿʸ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁷⁷ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃⁿⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒʳⁿʷᵃˡˡ⸴ ˡᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ᴴᵃʸˡᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᵀᵉᵘᵈᵃʳ‧ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴳʷⁱⁿᵉᵃʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵗ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵖᵗⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᵀᵉʷᵈʷʳ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴷᵉᵛⁱⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵉⁿᵈᵃˡᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁴⁹⁸ ᴿᵒˢᶜʳᵉᵃ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵀⁱᵖᵖᵉʳᵃʳʸ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ³ ᴶᵘⁿ ⁶¹⁸ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹¹⁹–¹²⁰⁾ ᵂⁱᶜᵏˡᵒʷ⸴ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵂⁱᶜᵏˡᵒʷ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴳˡᵉⁿᵈᵃˡᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴷᵉᵛⁱⁿ ⁽ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᶜᵃᵒⁱᵐʰⁱ́ⁿ; ᴼˡᵈ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ᶜᵒ́ᵉᵐᵍᵉⁿ⸴ ᶜᵃᵉᵐᵍᵉⁿ; ˡᵃᵗⁱⁿⁱᶻᵉᵈ ᶜᵒᵉᵐᵍᵉⁿᵘˢ; ⁴⁹⁸ – ³ ᴶᵘⁿᵉ ⁶¹⁸⁾ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿ ᴵʳⁱˢʰ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ⸴ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵃᵇᵇᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴳˡᵉⁿᵈᵃˡᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ ᵂⁱᶜᵏˡᵒʷ⸴ ᴵʳᵉˡᵃⁿᵈ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ³ ᴶᵘⁿᵉ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃⁱ́ⁿᵉ̄ ʷᵃˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴷʸᶻⁱᵏᵒˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴴᵉˡˡᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘᵗ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᔆᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳ ᴬⁿᵃˢᵗᵃˢⁱᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵛⁱʳᵗᵘᵒᵘˢ ʷⁱᶠᵉ ᔆᵒᵏʳᵃᵗⁱᵃ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵘᵖᵇʳⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗʳᵉⁿᵍᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵏ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵇᵒˡᵈˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘˡᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵘᵐᵖʰ ᵒᶠ ᴼʳᵗʰᵒᵈᵒˣʸ‧ ᴬˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘˡᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵉˢᵃʳⁱᵘˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵉⁿʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ'ˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒʳᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ‧ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ⸴ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃⁱ́ⁿᵉ̄ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶠⁱᵉʳʸ ᶠᵘʳⁿᵃᶜᵉ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵃᵛᵉᵈ‧ ᵀʰᵉⁿ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵃ ᵗᵃˡˡ ᵗʳᵉᵉ⸴ ᵒⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁱʳᵒⁿ ⁿᵃⁱˡˢ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳʷᵃʳᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ‧ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵇᵘˡˡ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍˡᵒʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶜʳᵒʷⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵈᵒᵐ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ‧ ᴵᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵃ ˢᵖʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵘʳᵉ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ ʷᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃίⁿᵉ̄'ˢ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵃˢ ˢʰᵉᵈ‧ ᴬᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ⸴ ʷᵒᵐᵉⁿ ʷʰᵒ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵐⁱˡᵏ⸴ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉ ᵐⁱˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵘʳˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ⁿᵉʷᵇᵒʳⁿ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ‧ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵀʳʸᵖʰᵃⁱ́ⁿᵉ̄ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵘˢᵘᵃˡˡʸ ⁱⁿᵛᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʷᵒᵐᵉⁿ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗʸ ⁱⁿ ⁿᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇᵃᵇⁱᵉˢ‧

ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ⁽ᴮᵒʳⁿ ᶜ‧ᴬᴰ ⁵¹⁰⁾ ⁽ᵂᵉˡˢʰ⠘ ᶜᵉⁿᵃᶠ; ᴱⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ⠘ ᶜᵃⁿᵈⁱᶜᵉ⁾ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᴮʳᵉᵗᵒⁿ ᵖʳⁱⁿᶜᵉˢˢ⸴ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵃ ᵈᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵉʷᵈʷʳ ᴹᵃʷʳ ᵃᵖ ᴱᵐʸʳ ᴸˡʸᵈᵃʷ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵐᵃⁿ⸴ ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈˢᵒⁿ⸴ ʳᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᴱᵐʸʳ ᴸˡʸᵈᵃʷ ⁽ᴮᵘᵈⁱᶜ ᴵᴵ⁾ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵈʸ'ˢ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘˢⁱⁿ⸴ ᴾʳⁱⁿᶜᵉ ᔆᵃᵈʷʳⁿ⸴ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵉˡᵈᵉʳ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜʳᵃˡˡᵒ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵒᵘᵗʰ ᵂᵃˡᵉˢ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᔆᵃᵈʷʳⁿ ᵍᵒᵗ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃ ʰᵉʳᵐⁱᵗ ᵒⁿ ᴬⁿᵍˡᵉˢᵉʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴬˡˡᵗᵘ ᴿᵉᵈᵉᵍᵒᵍ⸴ ᵃ ᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵈᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴷⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃᵈʳᵒᵈ ᶜᵃˡᶜʰᶠʸⁿᵉᵈᵈ⸴ ᵇʸ ʷʰᵒᵐ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᔆᵗ‧ ᴱˡⁱᵃⁿ ᴳᵉⁱᵐⁱᵃᵈ ⁽ᵗʰᵉ ᴾⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐ⁾‧ ᴰᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵃʳᵗ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᶠᶠ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜᵘˡᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵐᵃʸ ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒˢᵗ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵐⁱˡᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜⁱᵃʳᵃⁿ'ˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵇʸ⸴ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁿᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈᵇⁱʳᵗʰ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵈʳʸ ʳᵒʷᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱᶜᵏ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵇᵘʳˢᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᶠ‧ ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴵⁿ ʳᵉᵗⁱʳᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵘⁿ⸴ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ᵃᵗ ᴸˡᵃⁿᵍᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴸˡᵃⁿᵍᵃⁿⁿᵃ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡʸ ᶜᵃⁿᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᴳˡᵃᵐᵒʳᵍᵃⁿˢʰⁱʳᵉ‧ ᴴᵉʳ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵗ ᴸˡᵃⁿᵍᵃⁿ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃᵉʳᵐᵃʳᵗʰᵉⁿˢʰⁱʳᵉ⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉʳ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ 'ᶜʰᵃⁱʳ' ᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿˢᶜʳⁱᵇᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᶠʸⁿⁿᵒⁿ ᴳᵃⁿⁿᵃ ⁽ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ'ˢ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᵂᵉˡˡ⁾ ʷᵃˢ⸴ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵖᵘˡᵃʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵖⁱˡᵍʳⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉ‧ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵃ'ˢ ᶠᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵃˡ ⁱˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ²⁵ᵗʰ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ‧ ᔆʰᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃⁱⁿ ᶠᵉʳᶜʰ ᴮʳʸᶜʰᵃⁿ ᵒʳ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃᵉⁿ ᵃᵖ ᶜᵃʷ‧

ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱ́ⁿ ⁽ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶠⁱʳᵐⁱⁿ⸴ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴸᵃᵗⁱⁿ ᶠⁱʳᵐⁱⁿᵘˢ⁾ ʰᵒˡʸ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳ⸴ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒ⁻ᵖᵃᵗʳᵒⁿ ˢᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴺᵃᵛᵃʳʳᵉ⸴ ᔆᵖᵃⁱⁿ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᶜⁱᵃⁿ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁽²⁵⁰⁾ ᵒʳ ᴰⁱᵒᶜˡᵉᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᶜ ᴾᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁽³⁰³⁾ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴱᵘᵍᵉⁿⁱᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱʳᵐᵒ⸴ ᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ˢᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ʳᵃⁿᵏ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ³ʳᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ‧ ˢᵉⁿᵃᵗᵒʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᶠⁱʳᵐᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿⁱᵗʸ ᵇʸ ᴴᵒⁿᵉˢᵗᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵘᵃᵈᵉᵈ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵘˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱˢᵉ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ᶜʳᵒʷᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱˢᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ⁴⁰⸴⁰⁰⁰ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ‧ ᶠⁱʳᵐᵘˢ'ˢ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᶠⁱʳᵐⁱⁿᵘˢ ⁽ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿ⁾⸴ ʷᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵗʳᵘˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴴᵒⁿᵉˢᵗᵘˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉ ³¹ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵀᵒᵘˡᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉᶜʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᔆᵃᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵘˢ'ˢ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᵒʳ⸴ ᴴᵒⁿᵒʳᵃᵗᵘˢ‧ ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ⁱⁿ ⁿᵒʳᵗʰᵉʳⁿ ᴳᵃᵘˡ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᴬᵐⁱᵉⁿˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵘˡᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²⁵⸴ ᴬᴰ ³⁰³ ˢⁱᵍⁿⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵘˡˡ ᵇʸ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵉᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ‧ ᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿ'ˢ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ⁱˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴾᵃᵐᵖˡᵒⁿᵃ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵉˢᵗⁱᵛⁱᵗⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁿᶠᵉʳᵐⁱⁿᵉˢ⸴ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ ᴿᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵘˡˡˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵛᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴬᵐⁱᵉⁿˢ‧

ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᴳʳⁱᵐᵒᵃˡᵈᵒ ᵈᵉˡˡᵃ ᴾᵘʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᶻⁱᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵉʳᵈⁱⁿᵃⁿᵈᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ⁴ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁸⁸³ ᴾᵒⁿᵗᵉᶜᵒʳᵛᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈⁱ ᶠʳᵒˢⁱⁿᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹⁸ ᴺᵒᵛ ¹⁹⁰² ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ¹⁹⁾ ᶜᵉᶜᶜᵃⁿᵒ⸴ ᴾʳᵒᵛⁱⁿᶜⁱᵃ ᵈⁱ ᶠʳᵒˢⁱⁿᵒⁿᵉ⸴ ᴸᵃᶻⁱᵒ⸴ ᴵᵗᵃˡʸ ᶠᵉʳᵈⁱⁿᵃⁿᵈᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᵒⁿ ⁴ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁸⁸³ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵈᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᴾᵉʳᵒ ᴾᵃᵘˡᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵉᶜⁱˡⁱᵃ ᴿᵘˢᶜⁱᵒ ⁽ᵈ‧¹⁹³³–³⁴⁾; ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱˢᵐ ᵒⁿ ⁵ ᴹᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶜᵃˡ ᵖᵃʳⁱˢʰ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ʳᵃⁿ ᵃ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ʳᵒᵖᵉ⁻ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸⁸³ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒⁿᵗᵉᶜᵒʳᵛᵒ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵃˡ ᴳᵃᵉᵗᵃⁿᵒ ʸᵇᵉʳⁿᵉᵍᵃʳᵃʸ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʷᵃˢ ᵘⁿᵘˢᵘᵃˡ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᵃᵍᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱʳᵐᵉᵈ; ʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ⁱⁿ ¹⁸⁹⁰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴬⁿᵗᵒⁿⁱᵒ ᴿᵒˢᶜⁱᵃ ʷᵃˢ ʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉᵃᶜʰᵉʳ‧ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵃˡᵗᵃʳ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᶜʰᵒⁱʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴵᵐᵐᵃᶜᵘˡᵃᵗᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴬˢˢᵒᶜⁱᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᵒ ˣᵃᵗⁱᵛᵃ⸴ ʳᵃⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ⁿⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᴼⁿᵉ ⁿᵉⁱᵍʰᵇᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵉˢᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶜᶜᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ‧ ᴵⁿ ¹⁸⁵⁰ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵗˢ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵉᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵖˡⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘʳᵃᵍᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʳᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʲᵒⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵗˢ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿⁿᵒᵘⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃᵗ ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱʳᵗᵉᵉⁿ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ ʳᵉˡᵘᶜᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵒⁿ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵃˡ‧ ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ˢⁱˣᵗᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵃⁿᵏˢ; ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᑫᵘⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵘᵖ ˡᵉˢˢᵒⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᴸᵃᵗⁱⁿ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ¹⁵ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁸⁹⁹ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵉʳⁱᵒᵈ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᵛⁱᵗⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᵒⁿ ⁵ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ¹⁸⁹⁹ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃ ᴹᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵈᵉ ᴼˡⁱᵗᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢˢᵘᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ "ᴳʳⁱᵐᵒᵃˡᵈᵒ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵘʳⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ" ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵒᵛⁱᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵏᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒᵈᵉˡ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᶜᵒ ᴾᵒˢˢᵉⁿᵗⁱ‧ ᴴᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰⁱˢ ᵛᵒʷˢ ᵃˢ ᵃ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵒⁿ ⁶ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ¹⁹⁰⁰‧ ᴴᵉ ᵇᵉᵍᵃⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵗᵘᵈⁱᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗʰᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴼʳᵗʰᵉᶻ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᶠᶠⁱᶜᵘˡᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈᵒᵖᵗ ᵃ ˢᶜʰᵒˡᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡⁱⁿᵉ; ʰᵉ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇʳⁱᵉᶠ ⁱᵐᵖᵉᵈⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴼⁿ ³¹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁰² ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿ ⁱˡˡⁿᵉˢˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ ᵍᵃʳᵈᵉⁿˢ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᶻᶻⁱⁿᵉˢˢ; ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᵈⁱᵃᵍⁿᵒˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁰² ᵃˢ ᵃᶜᵘᵗᵉ ᵐᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍⁱᵗⁱˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ¹ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᴹᵃˢˢ‧ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍⁱᵗⁱˢ ᵒⁿ ¹⁸ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁰² ᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴼⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰᵇᵉᵈ ʰᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵖʰᵉˢⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵃˡ ᴳᵃᵉᵗᵃⁿᵒ ᴬˡᵒⁱˢⁱ ᴹᵃˢᵉˡˡᵃ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ – ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ⁿᵘᵐᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ – ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʷʰⁱˡˢᵗ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ ˢᵃʷ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵍʳᵒʷ ᵃᵇʳᵒᵃᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵉᵐᵖʰᵃˢⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᶜʰᵉˢᵗᵉʳ‧ ᴴⁱˢ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ʳᵉˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁶²‧ ᴴⁱˢ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ⱽⁱⁿᶜᵉⁿᶻⁱⁿᵃ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴿᵒᶜʰᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ¹⁹²⁰ ʰⁱˢ ʷⁱᵈᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ‧ ᴮᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵃˢᑫᵘᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾᵒⁿᵗᵉᶜᵒʳᵛᵒ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗⁿᵉˢˢ ᵗᵉˢᵗⁱᵐᵒⁿⁱᵉˢ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ¹⁹⁵⁷⸴ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵒˣᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᴿⁱᵗᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᴮⁱˡᵇᵃᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱⁿᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ; ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵃᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁵ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁸⁴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵍʳᵉᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ᵛᵃˡⁱᵈᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵘˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵒˢⁱᵗⁱᵒ ᵈᵒˢˢⁱᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ⁱⁿ ¹⁹⁸⁸ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ⁱᵗˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵒⁿ ⁹ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁹⁰ ᵃˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ᵗʰᵉᵐˢᵉˡᵛᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ²² ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁹¹‧ ᴼⁿ ¹⁴ ᴹᵃʸ ¹⁹⁹¹ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗⁱᵗˡᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ⱽᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᴾᵃᵘˡ ᴵᴵ ᶜᵒⁿᶠⁱʳᵐᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ʰᵃᵈ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵈᵉˡ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳᵒⁱᶜ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᵛⁱʳᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᴼⁿᵉ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ʳᵉᑫᵘⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵃˡ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᴮᵃˢᑫᵘᵉ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ᵛᵃˡⁱᵈᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ²⁰ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁹¹; ᵃ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵇᵒᵃʳᵈ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿ ⁷ ᴼᶜᵗᵒᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁹³ ᵃˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵒˡᵒᵍⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵒⁿ ⁴ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁹⁴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜ‧ᶜ‧ᔆ‧ ᵒⁿ ¹² ᴬᵖʳⁱˡ ¹⁹⁹⁴‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᴴᵒˡⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᴾᵃᵘˡ ᴵᴵ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵒⁿ ² ᴶᵘˡʸ ¹⁹⁹⁴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴾᵉᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᔆᑫᵘᵃʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ²⁹ ᴶᵃⁿᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁹⁵‧ ᴴⁱˢ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ ⁿⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴿᵒᶜʰᵉˢᵗᵉʳ – ᴹᵃʳʸ ᴾᵃⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ᴬᵍᵒˢᵗⁱⁿᵉˡˡⁱ⸴ ᴴᵉˡᵉⁿᵉ ᴾᵃⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ᔆᶜʰˡᵉᵍᵉˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵᵈᵃ ᴾᵃⁿᵉˡˡᵃ ᵀᵘʳᵃⁿ⸴ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵖʰᵉʷˢ⸴ ⁿⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ – ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʷᵃˢ ᴺⁱᶜᵒˡᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᵒ ⁽ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ'ˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᶜᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿ⁾‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵘˡᵃᵗᵒʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᴾᵃˢˢⁱᵒⁿⁱˢᵗ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗ ᴳⁱᵒᵛᵃⁿⁿⁱ ᶻᵘᵇⁱᵃⁿⁱ‧ ᴹⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᴺⁱᶜᵒˡᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᵒ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵗᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵗᵒʳ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ; ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᔆᵃⁿᵗᵃᵐᵃʳⁱᵃ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵗᵒʳˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵗᵃˡ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳⁱᵉˢ‧

ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ʷʰʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ‧ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ? ᴰᵒ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᵈᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ? ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ “ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ”‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ? ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ? ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴿᵉᵐⁿᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳʸᵉᵃʳ‧ ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱʳᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᴿᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˢᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ? ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ? ᴾʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᴰᵃᵛⁱᵉˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇⁱᵇˡⁱᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁽ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᶜʳᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ “ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᑫᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵍʳᵒˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧” ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ⸴ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃʳʸ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍʰᵒᵘˡⁱˢʰ ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴮᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ‧ ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᴬˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ¹⁹ˣˣ⁻? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ? ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧ ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ? ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ? ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ? ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧ ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧

ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰⁱᵐ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᵈᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵒᵇᵃᵇˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᵀᵉˡᵉˢᵖʰᵒʳᵘˢ ⁽²ⁿᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⁾⸴ ᵃˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱʳᵈ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⸴ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃⁿ ᵉᵖⁱˢᶜᵒᵖᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ²⁷⁰⁻²⁸⁰‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᴳʳᵉᵉᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵈᵘᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴾᵒᵖᵉ ᵀᵉˡᵉˢᵖʰᵒʳᵘˢ‧ ᴴᵉ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᔆᵗ‧ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿᵘˢ ⁽ᔆᵃⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶻⁱᵃⁿᵒ⁾‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒʳᵈᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵖʳⁱᵉˢᵗ ᵇʸ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᴮᵃˢⁱˡⁱᶜᵃ ᶠᵃᵘˢᵗᵃ ⁽ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ⱽⁱᵗᵃˡⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴬᵍʳⁱᶜᵒˡᵃ⁾‧ ᴬᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃˢᵗʳⁱᶜⁱᵃⁿᵘˢ⸴ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ‧ ᴬᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ⸴ ʰᵉ ᵖʳᵉᵃᶜʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿˢ ᵇʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵒᵈᵘˢ ᵒʳ ᴴᵃᵈʳⁱᵃⁿ⸴ ᵇʸ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠˡᵘⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ‧ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉˡˡ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ' ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵉˣʰᵘᵐᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ᵇʸ ᴮⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵀᵒᵐᵐᵃˢᵒ ᴳʳᵃˢˢⁱ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵘʳⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ˢᵘᵇᵐᵉʳᵍᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ⸴ ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵃⁿⁿᵉˡˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʳᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴴᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ʳᵉˡⁱᶜˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃʸ ˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᵘⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ‧ ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵃᵗⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᴴⁱˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵒⁿʸᵐᵒᵘˢ ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ⸴ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᶠˡᵘⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ʳᵉᵛᵉⁿᵍᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᵖᵗⁱᶻᵉᵈ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵃᵍᵃⁿˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵒᵘʳᶜᵉ ⁱⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵗᵃⁱˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃˡⁱᵐᵉʳⁱᵘˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ʳᵃⁱˢᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵈⁱˢᶜⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵀᵉˡᵉˢᵖʰᵒʳᵘˢ⸴ ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ᶜˡᵃⁱᵐˢ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗᶠᵘˡ ᴬⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵉᵍᵉⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵒ⸴ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱˡⁱᵗᵃʳʸ⸴ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗˢ ᶠᵃᵘˢᵗⁱⁿᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴶᵒᵛⁱᵗᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᑫᵘᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁱᵒʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵉᵈʳᵃˡ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰⁱˢ ᵉᵖⁱˢᶜᵒᵖᵃᵗᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ¹³⁹ ᵗᵒ ¹⁹²⸴ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ⸴ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵖᵘᵗᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ⸴ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶠᵃˡˢⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉˡᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗʰ ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵘʳʸ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴹⁱˡᵃⁿ ᵃᵖᵖᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵃⁿᶜⁱᵉⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᵀʰᵘˢ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᔆᵃⁱⁿᵗ ᴮᵃʳⁿᵃᵇᵃˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᵖᵒˢᵗᵒˡⁱᶜ ᴬᵍᵉ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗˢ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵇⁱˢʰᵒᵖ ⁱⁿ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ⁱⁿᵈᵉᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴿᵒᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˢ ᴴⁱᵖᵖᵒˡʸᵗᵉ ᴰᵉˡᵉʰᵃʸᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ⸴ "ᵀᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᵃᵛⁱᵒᵘʳ'ˢ ⁱᵐᵐᵉᵈⁱᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵃˢ‧‧‧ʰᵒⁿᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ‧‧‧ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᶜᶜᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᵒˡᵈ ᵖᵃᵗʳᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗⁱᶠⁱᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜᵉʳᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒˢᵖᵉˡˢ ᵒʳ ʷʰᵒ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ‧"

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵀᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵀᵒᵘʳⁱˢᵗ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʳⁱᶜʰ ʳᵉᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡ ⁱˢ ᵃ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵃˣ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ‧ ᴾʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᶠ‧ ᴷᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˢᵃⁱᵈ⸴ “ᴬ ⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʳᵉᵛᵉᵃˡˢ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ‧” ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵍᵉⁿᵉᵃˡᵒᵍʸ⸴ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ⸴ ʳᵉˡⁱᵍⁱᵒⁿ ᵃˡˡ ʳᵒˡˡᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴺᵒʷ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ‘ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ’ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒⁿ ˡⁱⁿᵉ‧ ᵂʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵒˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃ ʷⁱⁿᵈʸ ᵃᵘᵗᵘᵐⁿᵃˡ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ⸴ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵉⁿˢᵉ ⁱᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᶠⁱⁿᵃⁿᶜᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵖ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳ’ˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵃˡ ʳᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ⸴ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖʰᵒᵗᵒ⸴ ᵒⁿ ˢⁱᵗᵉˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵈᵃᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧ᶜᵒᵐ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ; ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃʳᵗ⸴ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵘʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ⸴ ᵃˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴰᵃⁿ ᵂⁱˡˢᵒⁿ⠘ ᴵ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴬ ˡᵒᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ⸴ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴺᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵈᵒ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵃˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵛᵉˢ⸴ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵏⁱⁿᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⸴ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵃᵗ’ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᴵ ˡⁱᵏᵉ‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵈⁱᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ ᴬˡᵒʸˢⁱᵘˢ⸴ ᴱᵈʷⁱⁿᵃ⸴ ⱽⁱᶜᵗᵒʳⁱᵃ⸴ ᴺᵃᵗʰᵃⁿⁱᵃˡ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᶜʰᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵉᵗ ᵒˡᵈ ᶠᵃˢʰⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ‧ ᴬˢ ᴵ ᶠⁱᵍᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ‧ ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ? ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ? ᴴᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ? ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ⠘ ᴰᵉᵃʳ ᴮʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳᵉᵈ ᴬᵘⁿᵗ⸴ ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵂⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴼᵘʳ ᴮᵃᵇʸ – ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ‧ ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ⸴ ʸᵉˢ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ‧ ᔆᵒ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗˢ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵃʸ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ⸴ ⁵⁰ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ’ˢ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵃʷᵃʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ’ˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵒˡ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ⸴ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵉ ᵒʷᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ‧ ᵀʰⁱˢ ᵃᵖᵖˡⁱᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᴵⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ ⁿᵒʷ‧ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᵇᵉ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧

ᴾᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷᵉ ᵇᵃᵈᵉ ᶠᵃʳᵉʷᵉˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛᵃʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧‧‧ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ‧ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉ‧ ᴺᵒ ᵗʷᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉᵃᵈˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ‧

ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ; ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᴾᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵘⁱᵉᵗ? ᴹᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ? ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ ᴴᵉʳᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ¹⁹ˣˣ⁻? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ? ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᶠᵃⁿᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ‧‧‧ ᵂᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵖᵃ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳ? ᴴᵒʷ ᵈⁱᵈ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ? ᵂᵃˢ ᔆᵐⁱᵗʰ ˢᵃᵗⁱˢᶠⁱᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ⸴ ᶠᵘˡᶠⁱˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʰⁱˢ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ? ᵂᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ˢᵘᵈᵈᵉⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ʷᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳˢᵉᵉⁿ? ᵂʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈ⸴ ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵃʳᵇʸ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢ; ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ⸴ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˡⁱᶠᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉ‧‧‧ ᴰʳʸ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ʳᵒʷ‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵒʳ‧ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʷ; ᵒʰ⸴ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ ²⁰ˣˣ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗ‧ ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ; ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ! ᴬᵐᵃᵇᵉˡ‧‧‧ ᴿⁱᵍʰᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ‽ ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉᵈ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ‧‧‧ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ? ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ? ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ‧ ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢᵉˢ ᵃʳᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜⁱᵃˡ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˢᵒ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ‧‧‧ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ! ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʳᵘˢʰ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ˢᵃᶜʳᵉᵈ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ‧ ᴱᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᴵ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʷʰᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ‧ ᴬˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᴬ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃʳ‧ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ’ᵗ ⁿᵉᶜᵉˢˢᵃʳⁱˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿˢ ʷʰʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ᵈᵒ‧ ᴴᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ? ᴰᵒ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵒᵈᵈ⸴ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˢʰᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵖⁱᵗᵃᵖʰˢ? ᵀʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ⸴ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴳᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵍˡⁱᵐᵖˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ “ᴮᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ⸴ ᔆʷᵉᵉᵗ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡ”‧ ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵇᵒʳⁿ⸴ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ‧ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ‧ ᴰⁱᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ⸴ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʳᵉⁿ⸴ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ⸴ ˢᵖᵒᵘˢᵉ? ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉʳᵛⁱᶜᵉ⸴ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ⸴ ᵃ ᵖᵒᵉᵗ? ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒʳⁿᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵒᵒᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴿᵉᵐⁿᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵉˢᵗᵉʳʸᵉᵃʳ‧ ᴬ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ⸴ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ‧ ᴵˢ ⁱᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᶜʰⁱᵗᵉᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʸᵒᵘ? ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗⁱᶠᵘˡ ᶜᵃʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᵐᵇˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵘᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵃˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱʳᵒⁿ‧ ᴹᵘᶜʰ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ‧ ᴿᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ⸴ ᵉⁿᵈˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ᶠᵃˢᶜⁱⁿᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢᵗᵒʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᴰᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ˢⁱᵐᵖˡᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵗᵃⁿᵍˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳᵇˡᵉ ᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵉˡᵃᵇᵒʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᶜʰⁱˢᵉˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ? ᴬʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ? ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ⁱⁿʰᵃᵇⁱᵗᵃⁿᵗˢ? ᴾʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᵒʳ ᴰᵃᵛⁱᵉˢ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉʸᵃʳᵈˢ ˡᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈ ᵇⁱᵇˡⁱᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ ⁽ᵃ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵒᵏˢ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᶜʳᵒᵖʰⁱˡⁱᵃ “ᵒʳ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵉᑫᵘᵃˡˡʸ ᵍʳᵒˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵐᵒʳᵇⁱᵈ ᵈᵉʳᵃⁿᵍᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ‧” ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ⸴ ˢʰᵉ ʳᵉʲᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵉʳᵐ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵃⁿ‧ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ˢᵒ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱᶻᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ⸴ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ⸴ ʳᵉˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵒᶜᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍⁱˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ‧ ᴱᵃᶜʰ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱˢ ᵘⁿⁱᑫᵘᵉˡʸ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵒʷⁿ‧ ᴬ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⸴ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ‧ ᔆᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃˡˢᵒ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃʳʸ ᵗʳᵃᵈⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍʰᵒᵘˡⁱˢʰ ᶠᵒˡᵏˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢⁱᵒⁿˢ‧ ᴵⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᑫᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ‧ ᵀᵃᵖʰᵒᵖʰⁱˡᵉˢ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵘʳⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳⁱᵉˢ‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵘᵃˡˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᶜᵉˢᵗᵒʳˢ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ‧ ᴬⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ’ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ⸴ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵐᵃᶻⁱⁿᵍ‧ ᴮᵉ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ‧ ᴵᶠ ᵃ ᶠᵘⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ ᵒʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉ⸴ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ‧ ᴰᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ⸴ ˢⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ‧ ᴬˢᵏ ᵖᵉʳᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠᶠⁱᶜᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍʳᵃᵛᵉˢᵗᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵘᵇᵇⁱⁿᵍ; ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ‧

ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ¹² ᶠᵉᵇ ¹⁹¹⁹ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ⁴ ᴹᵃʳ ¹⁹⁴⁶ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ²⁷⁾ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᴹᵘⁿⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ⱽᵃʳʳᵉᶻᵃᵗ ᵉ ᴿʳᵐᵃʲⁱᵗ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᴹᵘⁿⁱᶜⁱᵖᵃˡⁱᵗʸ⸴ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ⁻ ᵐᵃʳᵗʸʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱˢᵗˢ ᵖʳᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿⁱᵃ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳⁱᵃˡ ᵈᵃʸ‧

ᴮˡᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ¹⁹⁰⁹ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹⁹⁶⁵ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ⁵⁵–⁵⁶⁾ ᴺᵒᵛᵒ ᔆᵉˡᵒ⸴ ᴼᵖˢ̌ᵗⁱⁿᵃ ᴷⁱᶜ̌ᵉᵛᵒ⸴ ᔆᵒᵘᵗʰʷᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ⸴ ᴺᵒʳᵗʰ ᴹᵃᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿⁱᵃ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴬˡᵇᵃⁿˢᵏⁱ ᴳʳᵒᵇⁱˢ̌ᵗᵃ ᴺᵒᵛᵒ ᔆᵉˡᵒ ᴺᵒᵛᵒ ᔆᵉˡᵒ⸴ ᴼᵖˢ̌ᵗⁱⁿᵃ ᴷⁱᶜ̌ᵉᵛᵒ⸴ ᔆᵒᵘᵗʰʷᵉˢᵗᵉʳⁿ⸴ ᴺᵒʳᵗʰ ᴹᵃᶜᵉᵈᵒⁿⁱᵃ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ⱽᵘᵗʰᵃʲ ᵒᶠ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᵒⁿ ¹² ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹¹⁹‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᴹᵃʳⁱʲᵉ ⱽᵃᵗᵉ̈ⁿ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ¹⁹⁴⁴‧ ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵃ ˢᵒⁿ⸴ ⁿᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᴳᵃˢᵖᵉ̈ʳ‧ ᴬˢ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ˢⁱˣ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰⁱˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗ⸴ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐⁱ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵃʷ ʰⁱᵐ‧ ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⁻ˡᵒⁿᵍ ˡᵃʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰⁱᵒᶜᵉˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈʳᵃ⸴ ⁿᵒʷ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⁻ᴾᵘˡᵗ‧ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʳʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱᵐᵖʳⁱˢᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ᵒⁿ ³ ᴰᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁴⁵‧ ᴼⁿ ²² ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ¹⁹⁴⁶⸴ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵗʳⁱᵃˡ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ‧ ᴱⁱᵍʰᵗ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵇʸ ˢʰᵒᵒᵗⁱⁿᵍ⠘ ᶠʳ ᴳʲᵒⁿ ᔆʰˡˡᵃᵏᵘ⸴ ᶠʳ ᴳⁱᵒᵛᵃⁿⁿⁱ ᶠᵃᵘˢᵗⁱ⸴ ᶠʳ ᴰᵃⁿⁱᵉˡ ᴰᵃʲᵃⁿⁱ⸴ ˢᵉᵐⁱⁿᵃʳⁱᵃⁿˢ ᴹᵃʳᵏ ᶜ̧ᵘⁿⁱ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴳʲᵉʳᵍʲ ᴮⁱᶜⁱ⸴ ˡᵃʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᴳʲᵉˡᵒˢʰ ᴸᵘˡᵃˢʰⁱ⸴ ᶠʳᵃⁿ ᴹⁱʳᵃᵏᵃʲ⸴ ᵃⁿᵈ ᑫᵉʳⁱᵐ ᔆᵃᵈⁱᵏᵘ‧ ᵀʰᵉ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵘˢᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳⁱˢᵒⁿ⸴ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳⁱᵒᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵒ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ⸴ ⁱⁿ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ⸴ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵐⁱⁿⁱᵐᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵍʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ‧ ᶠᵒʳ ᴳʲᵉʳᵍʲ ᴮⁱᶜⁱ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉⁿᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ˡᵃᵇᵒʳ⸴ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᶠʳᵃⁿ ᴹⁱʳᵃᵏᵃʲ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᔆᵉᵖᵗᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁹⁴⁶‧ ᴬᵗ ᵈᵃʷⁿ ᵒⁿ ⁴ ᴹᵃʳᶜʰ ¹⁹⁴⁷⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁱˣ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵖᵒʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᵒᶠ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ ⁽ⱽᵃʳʳᵉᶻᵃᵗ ᵉ ᴿʳᵐᵃʲⁱᵗ⁾⸴ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗᵉᵈ‧ ᴬᵗ ⁶ ᵃᵐ⸴ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵍⁱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ ˢᵒˡᵈⁱᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵒᵒⁿ⸴ ᵃʳᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵐᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵉ ᵍᵘⁿˢ⸴ ᵗᵒ "ᶠᴵᴿᴱ"‧ ᴼⁿ ⁵ ᴺᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²⁰¹⁶⸴ ᵇᵉᵃᵗⁱᶠⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵉˡᵉᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᔆᑫᵘᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴷᵃᵗᵉᵈʳᵃˡʲᵃ ᵉ ᔆʰᵉ̈ⁿ ᔆᵗᵉᶠᵃⁿⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ ᔆʰᵏᵒᵈᵉ̈ʳ⸴ ᵖʳᵉˢⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱⁿᵃˡ ᴬⁿᵍᵉˡᵒ ᴬᵐᵃᵗᵒ‧

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My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

Remembering the 1977 Evansville Purple Aces Tuesday, December 13, 1977 was a cold, rainy evening in Evansville, Indiana. Fog was moving in in front of a cold front, and wind gusts whipped across the prairie. The University of Evansville Purple Aces, the men’s basketball team, was preparing to head to a game at Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. But the team had waited over three hours at the airport before their plane arrived. It had been delayed due to inclement weather. The players and their new coach, Bobby Watson, were excited and anticipating this game, thinking it could be the beginning of the holiday turn-around games they were expecting to win... With a 1 – 3 record going into this game, the Aces wanted to prove they had what it would take to bring home a victory, and that their young, optimistic coach was right – in their first season of Division 1 competition they planned to be a force to be reckoned with come spring. And the City of Evansville staunchly supported them! But at 7:22 p.m., on runway 18 at Evansville Dress Regional Airport, all hopes for the team and their coach ended. Within 90 seconds after takeoff, the twin-engine Douglas C-53 (DC-3) chartered to fly the team to Nashville, lost control and crashed in a nearby field. There were 29 people on board, all of whom lost their lives… The hometown basketball team was gone. The horror of the crash rebounded around the city, the state, the Midwest, and the country. The official accident report listed the probable cause of the crash as "An attempted take-off with the rudder and right aileron control locks installed, in combination with a rearward centre of gravity, which resulted in the aircraft's rotating to a nose-high attitude immediately after take-off, and entering the region of reversed command from which the pilot was unable to recover.” The report also stated that the passenger baggage had not been loaded correctly, creating an improper weight balance in the rear of the plane. Of those who were, 14 were members of the Purple Aces basketball team, along with Coach Bobby Watson. Also on board were three student managers, three UE officials, the team’s radio announcer, two fans, and four members of the flight crew, along with the president of the airline. No survivors of the team left, save for one member of the Purple Aces had not been injured. Freshman David Furr, who also served as the team’s statistician, had been sidelined due to an infirmity and was not on the plane that night.. But two-weeks later, Furr and his 16-year-old brother were in a car crash after being hit by a driver. By the end of 1977, all of the members of UE’s Purple Aces were gone. Remembering those who lost their lives in the crash: University of Evansville Coach Robert (Bobby) Watson Purple Aces Players Kevin Kingston, senior John Ed Washington, senior Tony Winburn, senior Steve Miller, junior Bryan Taylor, junior Keith Moon, sophomore Warren Alston, freshman Ray Comandella, freshman Mike Duff, freshman Kraig Heckendorn, freshman Michael Joyner, freshman Barney Lewis, freshman Greg Smith, freshman Mark Siegel, freshman Student Managers Jeff Bohnert Mark (Tank) Kirkpatrick Mark Kniese University of Evansville Officials Bob Hudson, athletic business manager Gregory Knipping, sports information director Charles Shike, comptroller Radio Announcer Marvin (Marv) Bates Fans and Boosters Charles Goad Maurice (Maury) King Flight Crew Members & Airline Representatives Ty Van Pham, pilot Gaston Ruiz, first officer Pam Smith, flight attendant James Stewart, president of National Jet Service, Inc. Bill Hartford, charter flight manager

20 OCTOBER 2010 VIA LoveGivesMeHope lovegivesmehope: givesmehope: My best friend died in a car accident on his way to deliver me soup for my cold. Found in the car was also a bouquet of flowers and a card that read: “We’ve been best friends for the last 5 years. Now, let’s be lovers for the next 50.” Unforgettable LGMH

I see the death of everyone I meet. (Written by JJX2525, from Reddit) SHARED JUN 05 I see the death of everyone I meet. Once, when I was in kindergarten, I got booted out of class for telling the new girl Abigail that she smelt bad̳. I remember it vividly – a bloody-burny-boozy smell that hit me the moment she came in. Abigail burst into tears and I got a stern lecture on telling lıes. But it wasn’t a lie. My little nose had leapt forward ten years into the future, where a teenage Abigail would drunkenly plough her parent’s Mitsubishi straight into the front of an oncoming bus. When we met again in middle school I smelt it a second time, along with the song she’d be playing on the radio – five seconds of a generic disco beat. The last thing she’d hear. I know it’s bad҉ to say, but I think there’s something sacred about it. There’s nothing more personal then someone’s last̀ moments of lífe. I try not to take it for granted. It’s hard, sometimes, though, especially once I got older and better at it. Along with smells came sounds, sights, and even feelings, though that last one was rare. In this day and age most people go to their dEath with pastel colours and blinking machines and a faint whiff of hand sanitizer, their brains too fizzled to know what’s about to happen. There are exceptions. Like Abigail, or my middle school gym teacher, who was going to dıe with a deafening bang in a rush of mad courage. I couldn’t hear a word of his opening lecture because my ears were still ringing. Suıcıde will do that to you. Have I ever told anyone? Of course not. Can you imagine? Even if they did believe me, which I doubt, it wouldn’t be long before curiosity got the better of them. They’d want to know what I saw in them. Which is fine for the heart attacks and the quietly-in-their-sleeps, but what do you say to a m√rder? And no you can’t change it, don’t ask me because I already tried, I already tried and you can’t beat the system. You just can’t. I already lost someone to that. Her name was Phoebe and she was in my History class at community college. It was a prettɥ small place and I knew most of the other kids there – except for her. We weren’t on speaking terms because every time she came within a few feet of me I got the urge to vom1t. It was motion sickness, but also something worse – fear. Hers was the worst fear I’d ever felt in another human being. I could hardly stand to be in the same room as her. I managed to avoid her for a couple months, until one day when she arrived late to class. She apologised and looked around, before striding to the back of the room and sitting beside me. There was nothıng I could do. I felt it all. The nausea, the terror, and a vision too, of me stuck fast in my seat as I hurdles headlong flaming out of the sky – the ocean rushing up towards me – screaming, then – Smack. Nothıng. When I came to she was glaring at me. ‘What is your problem?’ she whispered. ‘What?’ I asked, the uneasiness subsiding. ‘I don’t –‘ ‘If you don’t like̢ me then just say so. Quit pretending to be ıll all the time.’ ‘Huh?’ I sat up, trying to get a better look at her. We’d never been this close before. She was pretty. I hadn’t thought about how I must look to her, running away every time she got close. ‘I swear it’s not on purpose.’ I said. ‘I’m sick͞ a lot. It isn’t you.’ ‘Sure.’ she said, looking back towards the front of the front of the class. ‘Honestly.’ I said. ‘Let me – let me make it up to you.’ She raised her eyebrows. ‘Seriously?’ And that was the start of it. Within a month we were official. It was the happiest time of my life. The sicknesses didn’t go away, but it subsided after a couple minutes, and she stopped taking it personally after a while. Dashing to the bathroom became part of the routine on dates. We did everything together, all the couple things – movies, dinners, walks. It was my first serious relationship. I convinced myself that her dEath – whatever it was – was still years into the future. For a while, anyway. At the start of the summer she told me she was going to visit her grandparents out of state. ‘The flight’s on Monday. I won’t be gone much more than a week.’ ‘Flight?’ I repeated. ‘Yeah.” she replied. ‘Hey, what’s wrong with you?’ I convinced her to take a road trip. I can’t remember the exact excuse I gave. Some nonsense about expenses, life experience, our ‘carbon footprint’. How it took me that long to guess it could be a plane crash I’ll never know. I was in too deep, I guess. But whatever it was I said she must have seen I was serious. She rented a red mini from the local garage and, after we’d packed it up, I kissed her goodbye and said it was the right decision. ‘Okay.’ She laughed. ‘Weirdo.’ Straight after she left I got the urge to call her, but I told myself I was being overprotective. I worked for a few hours, then flopped down in front of the TV. I watched bad reality shows until I got bored, then flicked to the local news station just in time to see the breakıng story of a twelve car pile-up on a suspension bridge, when a truck driver dozing at the wheel had strayed out of his lane, clipping the corner of a passing car which swerved into another, triggering a chain of collisions which ended tragically when – some viewers may find this footage disturbing – a red mini was forced over the side, plummeting into the ocean beloɯ..

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 2 days ago steelerb56 ᴴᴼᴿᴿᴼᴿ ˢᵀᴼᴿʸ. The doomsday preacher at my mom's church predicted the end in 2 months and I shook my head and chuckled. I totally forgot that was two months ago as the oncoming tractor trailer veered into my lane.

I'm 17 and recently lost my mom in a car accident. As I was rambling on and crying about how she wouldn't be there for my wedding or the birth of my children, my fiance lifted up my head and simply said, "Baby, don't worry. She'll have the perfect view." Sam, you GMH. June 24th, 2010, 12:29 AM

“Si dovrebbe, almeno ogni giorno, ascoltare qualche canzone, leggere una bella poesia, vedere un bel quadro, e, se possibile, dire qualche parola ragionevole".

Just today, I found out the real reason of my parents’ deaths‎ when I was 10. When our car lost ıt's brakes and was going to crash, they tried to protect me at the last minute. Their bødies were found, covering me while I was non-conscious. Their never ending love truly GMH.

The Never Ending Road. In Corona, California there once was a road known by most of the elder locals as the never ending road. Specifically, the road’s true name was Lester Road. However, over 70 years ago, Lester Road was an unlit road that people claimed became a never ending road when driven at night. The people who made such a drive were never seen or heard from again. The legend became so well-known that people refused to even drive Lester Road during the day. Perpetuation of the legend convinced local law enforcement to investigate around the 1960’s. Lester Road took a sharp left turn at it's end, and there were no guard rails. Beyond the curve lay a canyon, and on the other side of the canyon was another road that lined up so well with Lester Road that when viewed from the correct angle, especially at night, the canyon vanished from sight, and the road seemed to continue on up and over the hill on the other side of the canyon. Upon investigation of the canyon, dozens of cars were found, fallen to their doom, with the decomposing bødies of the victims still strapped to their seats. Law enforcement tried to cover up their findings. They closed down Lester road, letting the trees grow where the road once stood and letting the bødies remain in their final resting place.

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r/shortscarystories 4 yr. ago MintClicker Moments before the tragedy At 3, she jumped off the bed. At 7, she unbuckled her seat belt. At 12, she went to a sleepover at a friend's house. At 17, she finally received her driver's license. At 26, she said yes. At 30, she went into labor. At 39, she had one last hurrah. At 46, she signed the papers to make it final. At 55, he was diagnosed and had no one to share the news with. At 61, she celebrated her remission with a night out. At 22, she looked at herself in the mirror. At 87, surrounded by her family and friends, she smiled. There are moments before every tragedy, quick flashes of boredom or happiness, of the expected and unexpected. These moments I see. The little girl jumping off her parents bed and into an unresponsive final state. Another girl attending her first sleepover, excited and giddy, only to succumb to an unknowing fatal nut allergy. The young woman whose proposal near the shoreline was poorly thought-out, never allowing her to live to see her marriage. The older woman who finally divorced the man she came to loathe, and for that man to not take the finality of it all with dignity or peace. The man whose diagnosis was terminal. The woman whose 40th birthday ended in heartache and disaster. The girl whose last glimpse in the mirror was of herself, relieved, then raising the pistol to her temple. These moments, as innocuous as they seem, are the final looks to life before tragedy ultimately hits. And I watch them. I have to. It's my responsibility to take you all from this realm to the next. It's my duty. And I am sorry; I truly am. Because now? At this moment, they read the final sentences of a story. Some bored. Some happy. Some expecting this ending; some not. And I watch as they read these last words, fully oblivious as they are, that this, this is their moment.

To St Charitina ~ Thou didst arm thy soul with faith and knowledge and put the enemy to open shame. Thou didst stand before Christ in a robe dyed with thy blood and art now rejoicing with the Angels. Pray for us, Martyr Charitina.

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Petnochlab ~ Seeing the horrible mistreatment of residents in care facilities, I promised never to let my disabled son end up in one. So when the doctors told me I had 4 weeks to live, I put my son in the car and headed toward the lake, ready to keep my promise.

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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- BROWN, E. R.; r: Palisade C. BROWN, Opal, b ca1921; .......badly injured, auto accident, N of Palisade; 1938; (I130) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs. Pᴇʀsᴏɴɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɴᴏɴ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ's, ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ's sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ-ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. Oғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ's ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ғʀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ. Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ᴍᴀʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴡɪsᴛ. Hᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴘs: ~Pʀᴏғᴀɴɪᴛʏ. Cᴀɴ sᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴀʀ' ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ~Gᴏʀᴇ, ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ. ~Aɴɪᴍᴀʟs. Cᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢ ɢʀᴏᴡʟs ᴀᴛ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ɢʜᴏsᴛ' ~Sᴇʟғ ʜᴀʀᴍ, ᴇᴛᴄ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ ᴏɴᴇsᴇʟғ. ~Aʙᴜsᴇ (ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ) ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ~Sᴛᴇʀᴇᴏᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘs (ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛɪᴇs, ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴs, ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇs, ᴇᴛᴄ. ᴀs ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ) Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴜsᴇ (ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ) ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ғᴏᴇᴛɪᴄɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs (ᴄᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ, ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴs, ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.) ɪɴ sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴsᴏғᴀʀ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɢʟᴏʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ. Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ, ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ, ᴏʀ ʙʏsᴛᴀɴᴅᴇʀ. Hᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs!

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Horror Short Story: The Accident In this horror short story, a man tries to cope with what he has done. Written by: Reddit user Minnboy Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn’t moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right and in a split second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he got home. Why did you run, you fool? He’d never committed a crime before this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone, his family gone, his future gone. Why not just go to the police right now? Then someone tapped on the front door and his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters worse. Trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A police officer stood under the porch light. “Mr. Halverson?” asked the grim officer. He let out a defeated sigh. “Yes. Let me —”I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your son’s bike was struck by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I’m very sorry for your loss.

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