Eric Hobsbawm

摘要

His boyhood enthusiasm for the countryside, especially for its birds, never left him. His heart soared at the sight of a red kite or a hen harrier. He mourned how rarely he heard the song of the yellowham-mer, "a-little-bit-of-bread-and-no-cheese", on his hikes through the hills of mid-Wales to which he had retreated, close to the River Wye.