impressions made on me by my first visit to a big town i vividly recall my first visit, as a boy of twelve, to a big town. i had hardly been outside the confines (边缘) of the village where i was born and i had met and talked to no more than a few hundred people; but those few hundred i knew very well. of course we did sometimes see a strange face, but visitors from the outside world, whose coming always aroused great excitement, were few and far between (稀少). when i reached the town that i mentioned i was first overcome by the striking change from the slow and quiet life i had been used to. surely those swif
