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THE ENGLISH OF SAVITRI BY SHRADDHAVAN BOOK 2 CANTO 6 S 13 LINES 896-939 2019-08-29
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟗-𝟎𝟖-𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟖𝟗𝟔-𝟗𝟑𝟗 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟖-𝟏𝟗𝟗 =================================== 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒚❜𝒔 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆❜𝒔 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑶𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚; 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆❜𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉: 𝑨 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆, 𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑬𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚❜𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑨 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎❜𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑨 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, 𝑨 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍, 𝑶𝒓, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑨 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔, 𝑨 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏: 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏; 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑; 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑨 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑶𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑨 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝑨 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒖𝒔, 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑨 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔; 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓, 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒅❜𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟐𝟗-𝟎𝟖-𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟖𝟗𝟔-𝟗𝟑𝟗 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟖-𝟏𝟗𝟗 =================================== 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒚❜𝒔 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆❜𝒔 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑶𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚; 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝑷𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆❜𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉: 𝑨 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆, 𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑬𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚❜𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑨 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒎❜𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑨 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, 𝑨 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒂𝒍, 𝑶𝒓, 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑨 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔, 𝑨 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏: 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒏; 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑; 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑨 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑶𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑨 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝑨 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒖𝒔, 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑨 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔; 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒓, 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒅❜𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔.
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