"...So you grabbed me by the hand and lifted me off the ground. And I flew. It was late June. I flew along the road, through the fields. I flew all the way home. And the whole way as you ran, you were laughing your head off. You can't love a brother more than that."
这就是情怀这就是我为什么如此爱英格兰"A newspaper man i know who was in London during the war says,tourists go to England with preconceived notions,so they always find exactly what they go looking for."——84 Charing Cross Road