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I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to' And, as soon as Bill Bryson was old enough, he left. Des Moines couldn't hold him, but it did lure him back. After ten years in England, he returned to the land of his youth, and drove almost 14,000 miles in search of a mythical small town called Amalgam, the kind of trim and sunny place where the films of his youth were set. Instead, his search led him to Anywhere, USA; a lookalike strip of gas stations, motels and hamburger outlets populated by lookalike people with a penchant for synthetic fibres. Travelling around thirty-eight of the lower states - united only in their mind-numbingly dreary uniformity - he discovered a continent that was doubly lost; lost to itself because blighted by greed, pollution, mobile homes and television; lost to him because he had become a stranger in his own land. The Lost Continent is a classic of travel literature - hilariously, stomach-achingly funny, yet tinged with heartache - and the book that first staked Bill Bryson's claim as the most beloved writer of his generation.

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事实上大部分都又老又胖，一走动大腿上的肉就会晃来晃去。看起来就像是观赏一坨移动的O形果冻似的。

This is the great, seductive thing about America- the people always get what they want, right now, whether it is good for them or not.

The whole of the global economy is based on supplying the cravings of two per cent of the world's population. If Americans suddenly stopped indulging themselves, or running out of closet space, the world would fall apart. If you ask me, that's crazy.

People, it appeared, didn't want to stroll to do their shopping. They actually wanted to get in their cars and drive to the edge of town, where they could then park and walk a similar distance across a flat, treeless parking lot. That is how American goes shopping and they wanted to be part of it.

我已经忘记那儿是多么平坦空旷了。几乎在爱荷华的任何地方，凭借两本电话簿，你就可以将这里一览无余。从我现在所处的这个地方放眼望去，可以看到比利时那么大的一片土地，可是上面却一无所有，除了几个零星的农场、几棵大树和两座水塔，灿烂的银色反光，意味着远方看不见的城市的存在。远处的大地中央，一片尘烟追逐着碎石路上的一辆汽车。高高耸立在地上的唯一的东西，就是那些大谷仓，可是就连它们也都一模一样，每一个之间都没有多少区别。

似乎是为了说明我的观点，面前的这份报纸就包含了纽约齐威格公司的礼品目录，提供大量你根本想不到有何需要的产品——音乐鞋架啦，手柄里装晶体收音机的伞啦，电动指甲防护器啦。多么伟大的国家啊！我最爱的是其中一个小小的电热盘子，你可以把它放在桌子上，以免你的咖啡变凉。这对那些脑子受损的人来说，绝对是个天大的恩赐。那脑补损伤导致他们四处闲逛，忘记了自己的饮料。全美国的癫痫病患者必定也是同样地感激涕零。（“亲爱的齐威格公司：说不清有多少次，我从大发作中苏醒过来，发现自己正躺在地上思考：‘噢，上帝呀，我敢打赌我的咖啡又凉了。’”）

新塞勒姆生命短暂，而且不怎么辉煌。最早的开拓者指望靠旁边掠过的河上贸易捞一笔，可结果河上贸易业确实“一掠而过”，于是这个真始终没有繁荣起来。1837年，它被抛弃了。要不是1831年到1837年之间，它的一个居民是年轻的亚伯拉罕·临客，它肯定会在历史中彻底消失。所以，现在的塞勒姆站地六百二十英亩，是完全按照临客居住时的样子重建的，你可以去看看为什么每个人都那么乐意溜之大吉。其实那儿很好。大概有三四十间小木屋分布在一连串铺满落叶的空地上。这是个灿烂的秋日下午，微风送暖，温柔的阳光在林间飘荡。一切都显得精巧迷人到了极点。进屋是不允许的，你可以走到每一间跟前，透过窗子或前门往里面窥探，就会对住在里面的人的生活有大致了解。绝大多数肯定是相当不舒服的。每间屋子都有一个牌子，告诉你一些住户的事情，考证工作做得如此勤奋，令人难忘。唯一的问题是，过了一阵之后，这些东西就有点重复了。一旦你看过了十四间屋子的窗子，就发觉自己走向第十五间时热情有些减退。再等你看到第二间时，就真是全靠礼貌在驱使你前进了。你觉得，既然人家不辞辛苦地建起这些木屋，又搜遍乡里挖出老摇椅和旧便壶，你能做的至少是四处走走，假装对每间都颇感兴趣。可是你心里正在想的是：要是你再也不看一间木屋，就太他妈的高兴啦。我敢保证，当林肯收拾起行李，决定不再当木材商，而是去从事解放黑奴、当总统等更有成就感的事业时，心里也是这么想的。

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I come from Des Moines. Somebody had to' And, as soon as Bill Bryson was old enough, he left. Des Moines couldn't hold him, but it did lure him back. After ten years in England, he returned to the land of his youth, and drove almost 14,000 miles in search of a mythical small town called Amalgam, the kind of trim and sunny place where the films of his youth were set. Instead, his search led him to Anywhere, USA; a lookalike strip of gas stations, motels and hamburger outlets populated by lookalike people with a penchant for synthetic fibres. Travelling around thirty-eight of the lower states - united only in their mind-numbingly dreary uniformity - he discovered a continent that was doubly lost; lost to itself because blighted by greed, pollution, mobile homes and television; lost to him because he had become a stranger in his own land. The Lost Continent is a classic of travel literature - hilariously, stomach-achingly funny, yet tinged with heartache - and the book that first staked Bill Bryson's claim as the most beloved writer of his generation.