究竟倫敦的夏天等你來講乜嘢呢: 「住過倫敦的人一輩子忘不了倫敦的夏天：悠閒的墮落，慵懶的征服，溫暖的消極。滿桌歡笑的晚飯叨的是窗外那抹彩霞的光；青青斜坡下的野餐，冰鎮白酒等不到讀完八頁小說，竟然暖暖濡濕了高高的玻璃杯。輕輕打了個盹，走到小溪邊洗一把臉，矮樹叢裡一粒粒紫莓也比先前忽然更紅更紫了。從城外到城裡，倫敦的女人都脫掉維多利亞緊身褡的矜持，走在街上還散發昨夜溫存的餘韻。」
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“One might fancy that day, the London day, was just beginning. Like a woman who had slipped off her print dress and white apron to array herself in blue and pearls, the day changed, put off stuff, took gauze, changed to evening, and with the same sigh of exhilaration that a woman breathes, tumbling petticoats on the floor, it too shed dust, heat, colour; the traffic thinned; motor cars, tinkling, darting, succeeded the lumber of vans; and here and there among the thick foliage of the squares an intense light hung. I resign, the evening seemed to say, as it paled and faded above the battlements and prominences, moulded, pointed, of hotel, flat, and block of shops, I fade, she was beginning. I disappear, but London would have none of it, and rushed her bayonets into the sky, pinioned her, constrained her to partnership in her revelry.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
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