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“𝟸𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻.
— 𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘. 𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘… 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚘. 𝙴𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘. 𝙻𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚛é 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛, 𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍. 𝚈 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝ó𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘, 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘… 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚍𝚞𝚍ó. 𝚂é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚟í𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚐ú𝚗 𝚍í𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎… 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚍é𝚋𝚒𝚕. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊… 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊.”
—𝙼𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘; 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣á𝚜 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚘, 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
“𝟸𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻.
— 𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘. 𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘… 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚘. 𝙴𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘. 𝙻𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚛é 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛, 𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍. 𝚈 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝ó𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘, 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘… 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚍𝚞𝚍ó. 𝚂é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚟í𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚐ú𝚗 𝚍í𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎… 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚍é𝚋𝚒𝚕. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊… 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊.”
—𝙼𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘; 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣á𝚜 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚘, 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
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“𝟸𝟼 𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟻.
— 𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘. 𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘… 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚘. 𝙴𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘. 𝙻𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚛é 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛, 𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍. 𝚈 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝ó𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘, 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘… 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚍𝚞𝚍ó. 𝚂é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚟í𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚐ú𝚗 𝚍í𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎… 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚍é𝚋𝚒𝚕. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊… 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊.”
—𝙼𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘; 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣á𝚜 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚘, 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
