The quiet life of the country has never appealed to me.City born and city bred,I have always regarded the country as something you look at through a train window, or something you occasionally visit during the weekend.Most of my friends live in the city, yet they always go into raptures at the mere mention of the country.Though they extol the virtues of the peaceful life,only one of them has ever gone to live in the country and he was back in town within six months.Even he still lives under the illusion that country life is somehow superior to town life.He is forever talking about the friendly people, the clean atmosphere, the closeness to nature and the gentle pace of living.Nothing can be compared, he maintains, with the first cockcrow, the twittering of birds at dawn, the sight of the rising sun glinting on the trees and pastures.This idyllic pastoral scene is only part of the picture.My friend fails to mention the long and friendless winter evenings in front of the TV -- virtually the only form of entertainment.He says nothing about the poor selection of goods in the shops, or about those unfortunate people who have to travel from the country to the city every day to get to work.Why people are prepared to tolerate a four-hour journey each day for the dubious privilege of living in the country is beyond me.
