I propose to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
I believe that summer is our time, a time for the people, and that no politician should be allowed to speak to us during the summer. They can start talking again after Labor Day.
Now I take the summer off, relax, and I know that at the end of July we're gonna start another season.
I hate the summer.
Summer is very precious.
Summer is not obligatory. We can start an infernally hard jigsaw puzzle in June with the knowledge that, if there are enough rainy days, we may just finish it by Labor Day, but if not, there's no harm, no penalty. We may have better things to do.
Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.
Foreigners can only fight with success in the summer. We can fight during any of the four seasons, so we have the weather on our side.
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.