"𝔅𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡!"
ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔡, 𝔲𝔭𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤-
"𝔊𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱'𝔰 𝔓𝔩𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢!
𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔭𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔱𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫!
𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔲𝔫𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫!-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯!
𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯!"
𝔔𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫 "𝔑𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢."
Following
