Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
在我们内心深处，总隐藏着一片诗情画意的风景。我们觉得自己正处于一次跨越大陆的漫长旅行中。坐在火车上，窗外流动的风景在我们面前一掠而过：附近高速公路上驰骋的汽车，十字路口挥手的孩童，远处山坡上放牧的牛群，电厂排放的袅袅烟尘，成片的玉米地和小麦地，还有平原、峡谷、山脉和丘陵，城市的轮廓和乡间的农舍。
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain h
