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歌曲名：41
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Book III
Lesson 41
Illusions of Pastoral peace
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The quiet life of the country has never appealed to me.
City born and city bred,
I have always regarded
the country as something you look
at through a train window,
or something you occasionally visit during the week-end.
Most of my friends live in the city,
yet they always go into raptures at the mere mention of the country.
Though they extol the virtues of the peaceful life,
only one of them has ever gone to live in the country
and he was back in town within six months.
Evenhe still lives under the illusion
that country life is somehow superior to town life.
He is forever talking about the friendly people,
the clean atmosphere, the closeness to nature
and the gentle pace of living.
Nothing can be compared,
he maintains, with the first cock crow,
the twittering of birds at dawn,
the sight of the rising sun glinting on the trees and pastures.
This idyllic pastoral scene isonly part of the picture.
My friend fails to mention the long
and friendless winter evenings
which are interrupted only by an occasional visit
to the local cinema-virtually the only form of entertainment.
He says nothing about the poor selection of goods in the shops,
or about those unfortunate people
who have to travel
from the country to the city every day to get to work.
Why people are prepared to tolerate a four hour journey each day
for the dubious privilege of living in the country is beyond my ken.
They could be saved so much misery
and expense if they chose to live in the city where they rightly belong.
If you can do without the few pastoral pleasures of the country,
you will find the city can provide you with the best that life can offer.
You never have to travel miles to see your friends.
They invariably live nearby
and are always available for an informal chat
or an evening＇s entertainment.
Some of my acquaintances in the country
come up to town once or twice a year to visit
the theatre as a special treat.
For them this is a major operation
which involves considerable planning.
As the play draws to its close,
they wonder whether they will ever catch that last train home.
The city dweller never experiences anxieties of this sort.
The latest exhibitions, films,
or plays are only a short bus ride away.
Shopping, too, is always a pleasure.
There is so much variety
that you never have to make do with second best.
Country people run wild
when they go shopping in the city
and stagger home loaded
with as many of the necessities of life as they can carry.
Nor is the city without its moments of beauty.
There is something comforting about the warm glow shed
by advertisements on cold wet winter nights.
Few things could be more impressive
than the peace
that descends on deserted city streets at week-ends
when the thousands
that travel to work everyday are tucked a way in their homes
in the country.
It has always been a mystery to me why city dwellers,
who appreciate all these things,
obstinately pretend that they would prefer to live in the country.