问答题 There was music from my neighbor"s house through the summer the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes overcataractsof foam. On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagonscamperedlike a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing-brushes and hammers and garden shears, nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his tow motor-boats slit repairing the ravages of the night before.

问答题 The American Crisis

问答题 Anecdote of the Jar