【正确答案】 A

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My topic today is picnics. Please feel free and you may smoke if you wish. We will kick off by defining not what a picnic is, but what a picnic is not.
A picnic is not a feast of cold chicken, tomato salad, pickles, tongue, ham and white wine consumed off a tablecloth in a field or wood.
Such a meal is only a portable business lunch, eaten at a table without legs and thus liable to give you indigestion. Anyway, you've forgotten the delicious foods.
A picnic is not sandwiches. Nor is it vacuum-flasks and greaseproof-paper bags in a car parked on a cliff top with the windows up.
Nor is it portable barbecues, collapsible stools or storm-proof field ovens.
What, then, is a picnic?
The following elements are indispensable:
ONE: Children. A picnic without children is like roast beef without Yorkshire pudding. Children are the whole delight and purpose of a picnic, as well as coming in useful for fetching cigarettes.
TWO: Glorious weather.This is vital, for picnics and umbrellas do not go hand in hand. Picnics were intended to be eaten under a blue sky.
THREE:A good site.There is a lot more in this than finding a meadow with fine, springy grass and its fair ration of buttercups.There must be streams to fall in, trees to fall out of, hills to roll down, and preferably a mad bull somewhere in the offing.This gives picnicking its proper air of adventure.
FOUR:The right food. The following recipe is culled from a lifetime's experience and will yield a successful picnic for four people.
You get four small deep carrier bags of the kind that are used by wine merchants to hold one bottle of Scotch.
Into each carrier bag you place these ingredients:
One banana. One orange. One small portion of processed cheese. One handful of assorted biscuits, plain and sweet. One packet of chewing gum. One sausage roll. One bag of potato crisps. One hard-boiled egg. Some cheese straws. A screw-top bottle of fizzy lemonade. One gingerbread man. One bun. One bar of chocolate. One stick of barley sugar.
And other items to taste, provided that they are not boringly wholesome, that they were not left over from yesterday's dinner and especially that they are not placed between two slices of bread, whether brown or white.
You hand out the carrier bags to your squad of picnickers and you set off.
You do not worry if the oldest one, who has been crazed with hunger ever since finishing breakfast ten minutes ago, commences to eat his picnic before the car is even out of the garage.
You do not worry if the youngest one eats his chocolate before he gets to his sausage roll, or even if he eats his sausage roll at all.
You do not worry about your children getting stiky
You do not worry about your children feeling sick.
You do not, in fact, worry about anything.You park the car and step out briskly into the countryside. You find a suitable spot. You sit down. You act as arbitrator while your children set up a brisk barter trade in boiled eggs and bananas.
You eat. Your children begin to eat, cease eating in order to catch dragonflies and resume eating.
You do not warn them against germs or about indigestion.
You light a cigarette.
The sun shines on.
You fall asleep. All is rustic and peaceful except for the occasional magic cries of small picnickers being stung by bees.
When it is time to leave, you heave your discarded carrier bags into the nearest litter bin and return home without worrying about the washing-ups.
This picnic will be memorable. I promise you.