我们都喜欢待在户外，迟迟不愿归家，任狂风呼啸穿透自己的身体，就像穿透光秃秃的枯木那样，与冬日融为一体——就好像我们希望以此借得纯洁与坚韧的美德，一年四季都深受惠泽。

We would fain stay out long and late, that the gales may sigh through us, too, as through the leafless trees, and fit us for the winter, —as if we hoped so to borrow some pure and steadfast virtue, which will stead us in all seasons.