摘要
于是,在一个温暖有风的晚上,我开车到东卵去看望两个我几乎完全不了解的老朋友。他们的房子比我料想的还要豪华,这是一座鲜明悦目、红白二色的乔治王殖民时代式的大厦,面临着海湾。草坪从海滩一直奔向前门,足足有四分之一英里,一路跨过日晷、砖径和火红的花园——最后跑到房子跟前,仿佛借助于奔跑的势头,爽性变成绿油油的常春藤,沿着墙往上爬。
1.And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg2 to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all.Their house was even more elaborate than I expected,a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion3,overlooking4 the bay.The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile,jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens—finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum5 of its run.The front was broken by a line of French windows.
