Elwyn Brooks White（埃尔文·布鲁克斯·怀特，1899—1985），美国当代著名作家、评论家，出生于纽约，毕业于美国康奈尔大学。多年来，他为《纽约客》杂志担任专职撰稿人、专栏作家及特约编辑。1971年，他获得美国“国家文学奖章”，1973年，他被选为美国文学艺术学院五十名永久院士之一，并于1978 年获得普利策特别文艺奖。其主要作品有：儿童读物Stuart Little（《小老鼠斯图尔特》）、Charlotte' s Web（《夏洛的网》）、文体学专著The Elements of Style（《文体的要素》）、散文集Essays of E. B. White（《E·B·怀特散文》）等。
怀特是一位颇有造诣的散文家，其散文文风冷峻清丽，辛辣幽默，自成一格。在其诸多散文作品中，最为世人称道的就是这篇Once More to the Lake。本文语言优美流畅，用词精练，虽生词较多，仍值得细细品读。限于版面，内容有删节。
One summer, along about 1904, my father rented a 1)camp on a lake in 2)Maine and took us all there for the month of August. And from then on none of us ever thought there was any place in the world like that lake in Maine. We returned summer after summer—always on August 1st for one month. I have since become a salt-water man, but sometimes in summer there are days when the restlessness of the tides and the fearful cold of the sea water and the 3)incessant wind which blows across the afternoon and into the evening make me wish for the 4)placidity of a lake in the woods. A few weeks ago this feeling got so strong I bought myself a couple of 5)bass hooks and a 6)spinner and returned to the lake where we used to go, for a week's fishing and to revisit old haunts.
I took along my son. On the journey over to the lake I began to wonder what it would be like. I wondered how time would have 7)marred this unique, this holy spot—the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind, the camps and the paths behind the camps. I was sure that the 8)tarred road would have found it out and I wondered in what other ways it would be 9)desolated. It is strange how much you can remember about places like that once you allow your mind to return into the 10)grooves which lead back. You remember one thing, and that suddenly reminds you of another thing. I guess I remembered clearest of all the early mornings, when the lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and of the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen. The 11)partitions in the camp were thin and did not extend clear to the top of the rooms, and as I was always the first up I would dress softly so as not to wake the others, and sneak out into the sweet outdoors and start out in the canoe, keeping close along the shore in the long shadows of the pines. I remembered being very careful never to rub my paddle against the 12)gunwale for fear of disturbing the stillness of the cathedral…