| Mr. Smith is walking on the street. A good-tooking
young woman meets him and says. "Good evening. ’ But Mr. Smith can’t remember
(记起) who she is. lie doesn’t know her. He is much surprised (惊讶) and doesn’t
know what to say. Then the woman knows that she made a mistake (出错) because it is very dark (天黑). So she says. "Oh. I’m sorry. When 1 first see you. I think you are tile father of two of my children. ’ Tiffs time Mr. Smith is more surprised. He slares al (目瞪口呆地看) her when she walks on. The woman doesn’t realized (意识到) that Mr. Sadth doesn’t know she is a school teacher. |
The Pleasure of Walking
Walking gives us back our senses. We see, hear, smell the world as we never can when we ride. No matter what vehicle, it is the vehicle that is moving, not ourselves. We are trapped inside its fixed environment, and once we have taken in its sensory aspects -- mainly in terms of comfort or discomfort -- we mm off our perceptions and either go to sleep or open a magazine and begin dozing awake.
But when we walk, the environment changes every moment and our senses are continuously being alerted. Around each comer of a city block, around each bend in a country road, there is something new to greet the eyes, the ears, the hose. Even the same walk, the one we may take every day, is never the same from one day to another, from one week and season to another.
This is true not only in the country, but anywhere at all. In New York City, a group of executives who meet every weekday morning walk from their homes to their offices. Thei
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