Home for the Holiday

摘要

<正> Whenever we laboriously packed our bags in July--always, oddly enough, on a marvelously warm summerevening--sooner or later I would say to my wife, 'Herewe are on the verge of a collapse while the birdsare singing outside, and the best thing would be to goand sit on terrace with a glass of beer. Can you tellme why we go away at all?' Then we solemnly swore that next year we would