ₕₑ fₑₗₜ ₗₒₛₜ bᵤₜ ₕₑ fₑₗₜ ₚᵣₑₜₜy ᵢₙₜₑₙₛₑₗy gₒₒd
ₐₙd ₕₑ wₒₖₑ ᵤₚ ₛcᵣₑₐₘᵢₙg ₕₐᵥᵢₙg dᵣₑₐₘₑd
ₒf ₐ cₒₗₒᵣ ₕₑ ₕₐd ₙₑᵥₑᵣ ₛₑₑₙ bₑfₒᵣₑ:
"ᵢ wₑₙₜ ₜₒ bₑd ₐₙd ₜₒ ₛₗₑₑₚ, ᵢₜ wₐₛ ₛₒ
ᵤₙₑₓₚₑcₜₑd, ᵢₜ ᵣₑₐₗₗy wₐₛ fᵣᵢgₕₜₑₙᵢₙg
ₐₙd ᵢ ₛₐw ₚᵣₑₜₜy ₘᵤcₕ ₜₕₑ ₛₐₘₑ ₜₕᵢₙg
ₑₘbₑddₑd ᵢₙ ₘy ₚᵢₗₗₒw."
ₕₑ ₕₐd ₙₒ ₜᵣₒᵤbₗₑ ᵣₑcₒgₙᵢzᵢₙg ₚₐₜₜₑᵣₙₛ
ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ ₘₒₛₜ dₑₗᵢcₐₜₑ ₐᵣᵣₐyₛ ₒf ₜₐₙgₗₑd ₗᵢₙₑₛ
bᵤₜ ₕₑ ₕₐd ₐ ₛₜᵣₐₙgₑ fᵢₓₐₜᵢₒₙ ₒₙ ₚₐᵣₜₐₖᵢₙg
ᵢₙ ₙₑfₐᵣᵢₒᵤₛ ₜₕᵢₙgₛ:
"ₛₜₑₐₗᵢₙg, ₗyᵢₙg, cₕₑₐₜᵢₙg, gₐₘbₗᵢₙg, fₒᵣₙᵢcₐₜₑ..."
ₕₑ ₛₐw ᵣₑd, bᵤₜ ₕₑ ₜₕₒᵤgₕₜ fᵢᵥₑ
ₕₑ wₐₛ ₚₗₑₐₛₑd ₜₒ fᵢₙd ₕᵢₛ ᵣₒₐd ₜᵣᵢₚ
wₐₛ ₑₙₕₐₙcₑd by ₙᵤₘbₑᵣ-cₒₗₒᵣ ₛyₙₑₛₜₕₑₛᵢₐ:
"ₘy ₜᵣᵤₛₜy ᵣₒₛᵢₙₐₙₜₑ bₒᵤₙdₛ ₐₗₒₙg ₜₕₑ ᵣₒₐd
ᵥₑᵣy wₑₗₗ, ₗₑₐᵥᵢₙg ₜₕₑ fᵣᵢₑₙdₗy ₐᵣₒₘₐ
ₒf dₒₙᵤₜₛ ₐₙd cₕᵢcₖₑₙ ₜₑₙdₑᵣₛ ₕₐₙgᵢₙg ᵢₙ ₜₕₑ dₑₛₑᵣₜ ₐᵢᵣ."
