I killed the car. And at once provoked such sudden, resonant quiet as if, when I switched off the ignition, I myself brought into being the shimmering late afternoon hush, the ripening sun, the very Pacific that, way below, at the foot of the cliff, shattered its foamy peripheries with the sound of a thousand distant ema ans.
Id never get used to California. After three years, still the ented visitor. However frequently I had been disappointed, I still couldnt help it, I still tingled with expectation, still always thought that something wonderful might happen.
Call me the I Abroad.
All the same, you take the boy out of London but you t take London out of the boy. You will find my grasp of the local lihusiastic but shaky. I call gas "petrol", and so on. I dont io go native, Im not here food, Im here upon a pilgrimage. I have hied me, like a holy palmer, from the dishevelled capital of a foggy, three-ered island oher side of the world where the light is……（内容加载失败！）
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