Petikan daripada Jurnal John Cheever (1)
John Cheever menulis sekitar lewat empat puluh dan lima puluhan: "Is there anything more wonderful than the Monday morning train: the 8:22? The weekend – say a long summer weekend like the Fourth – has left you rested. There have been picnics, fireworks, excursions to the beach – all the pleasant things we do together. On Sunday we had cocktails late and a pickup supper in the garden. We see the darkness end the weekend without any regret – it has all been so pleasant. In the garden we can hear, from the west, the noise of traffic on the parkway rise to a high pitch that it will hold until nearly midnight, as other families drive back to the city from the mountains or the shore; and the sleeping, children, the clothing hung in the backseat, the infinity of headlights – the sense we take form these overcrowded Sunday roads of a gigantic pilgrimage – is all a part of this hour. You water the grass, tell the children story, take a bath, and get into bed. The morning is brilliant and...
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