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THE ENGLISH OF SAVITRI BY SHRADDHAVAN BOOK 2 CANTO 10 S 03 LINES 148-192 2020-03-19 PAGES 242-243
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟏𝟗-𝟎𝟑-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟏𝟒𝟖-𝟏𝟗𝟐 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟒𝟐-𝟐𝟒𝟑 ================================== 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆; 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍; 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒘-𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒕: 𝑨 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕❜𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑨 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅. 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅: 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆; 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑨 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆; 𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔, 𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒅. 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕❜𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒆. 𝑨 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑬𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚-𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒓❜𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒛𝒆; 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎❜𝒔 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒏, 𝑴𝒚𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌; 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅; 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍-𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍❜𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒑 𝑵𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔, 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅; 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅-𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆-𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕❜𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘-𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚❜𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟏𝟗-𝟎𝟑-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟏𝟒𝟖-𝟏𝟗𝟐 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟒𝟐-𝟐𝟒𝟑 ================================== 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆; 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍; 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝑰𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒘-𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒕: 𝑨 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕❜𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑨 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒅. 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅: 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆; 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑨 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆; 𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔, 𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒅. 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕❜𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒆. 𝑨 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑬𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚-𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒓❜𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒛𝒆; 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎❜𝒔 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒏, 𝑴𝒚𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌; 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅; 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍-𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍❜𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒑 𝑵𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔, 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅; 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅-𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆-𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕❜𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘-𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝑻𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚❜𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆.
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