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16

Stories

(7)1高二年級 英語Literature

spot

6The

Shepherd

Andreas23Travel

writing4What

is

travelwriting?A

genre

of

writing

in

which

the

author

puts

what

is

seen,heard,

tasted,

touched,

smelled

and

felt

while

travelinginto

attractive

stories.What

travel

writing

works

have

you

read

or

heard

of?56Travel

writingMatch

the

time

with

the

feature

of

its

travel

writing.14C16C/17C18C/19C20C21Ctrips

around

Europe,

to

Africa/Americamixture

of

facts

and

fantasypopular

than

everjourney

in

central

Asia/Arab

countriesvoyages

of

English

merchants/explorers7Travel

writingMatch

the

time

with

the

feature

of

its

travel

writing.14C16C/17C18C/19C20C21Ctrips

around

Europe,

to

Africa/Americamixture

of

facts

and

fantasypopular

than

everjourney

in

central

Asia/Arab

countriesvoyages

of

English

merchants/explorers8Travel

writing9What

makes

good

travelliterature?Good

travel

literature

combines

observation

withimagination

and

can

explore

the

depths

of

humancondition.As

the

Spanish

proverb

says,

“He

who

would

bring

homethe

wealth

of

the

Indies,

must

carry

the

wealth

of

theIndies

with

him.”Karen

Connelly(born

in

Canada)A

collection

of

letters,

poemsand

short

stories

from

hershort

stay

in

Spain,

France

and

on

theGreek

island

where

she

later

lives

when

nottraveling.

It

provides

a

glimpse

into

physicallandscape

and

a

journey

of

the

heart.10Before

reading11Vocabulary

preparationhoofsleeksaddlecane12milk

crate13chamomile

bloomsguffawmelon

rinds14curvedplummet15First

reading16Figure

out:who/where/why/how/relationshipPut

the

events

in

order.a)

The

writer

gave

Andreas

a

cup

of

tea.17Andreas

got

a

bit

angry

because

the

writer

couldn’t

understand.The

writer

went

outside

with

her

cup

of

tea.Andreas

tried

to

show

that

he

wanted

a

cup

of

tea.The

writer

asked

Andreas

questions.Andreas

used

his

cane

to

get

off

his

donkey.Andreas

started

laughing

a

lot.Andreas

and

his

donkey

came

into

view.The

sleek

black

donkey

is

called

Marcos,

and

the

old

man

whorides

him

is

called

Andreas.

They

appear

early

one

morning

while

Iam

sitting

outside,

my

back

against

the

wall

of

the

spitaki,

a

cup

oftea

cradled

in

my

hands.

The

gate

is

on

the

other

side

of

thehouse,

out

of

immediate

view.

I

hear

hooves

knock

against

thestonesthatmark

thethresholdof

thegate.Togiveme

warning,

theold

man

shouts

some

unintelligible

greeting

that

scares

me

out

ofmy

wits.

I

spill

tea

on

my

lap.18“Kaleemera,”

he

says

gruffly,

with

a

cautious

smile.“Kaleemera,” I

return

the

greeting

and

reach

for

my

dictionary.

Hepulls

his

cane

from

its

resting

place

in

the

ropes

of

the

saddle,maneuvers

Marcos

to

a

stone,

where

he

aims

the

cane,

then

slidesoff

the

donkey’s

back.

His

lower

left

leg

and

foot

are

deformed;

thefoot

fits

into

a

black

boot

cut

open

to

accommodate

its

dimensions.How

to

describe

Barba

Andreas,

the

old

shepherd?

A

yellow

pieceof

cloth

is

wrapped

around

his

head

of

white

hair.19He

has

a

big

white

moustache,

blue

eyes,

a

dandy’s

flower

stuck

inthe

lapel

of

his

green

army

jacket.

Hands.

What

will

I

love

mosthere,

what

will

I

dream

about

years

later,

to

return

me

to

this

place?The

hands

of

the

islanders.

Their

thickness,

their

roughness,

theirugliness.

Nails

broken

below

the

quick.

Scars.

Missing

fingertipsand

lines

of

dirt.Barba

Andreas

names

the

plants

for

me,

pointing

with

his

caneand

leaning

down

to

pluck

off

the

chamomile

blooms.

Sitting

on

a20milk

crate,

he

lifts

his

bad

leg

up

to

rest

on

a

stone.

I

remain

sittingagainst

the

house

in

the

shade.

We

both

take

in

the

view

beforeus:

slender

Marcos,

eating

my

melon

rinds

and

shifting

in

what

is,effectivelymy

front

yard:poppies;

olive

trees;the

curved

andplummeting

body

of

the

land,

its

shapes

of

green,

sage-green,yellow,

almond;

rose

and

purple

and

gray

shadow.

The

sky

opensover

everything

like

wide

blue

hands.

And

all

around

us,

lassoingthe

entire

island,

thesea.21Abearish

soundcomesfrom

Barba

Andreas’

throat.

As

thoughbored

with

the

view—how

familiar

it

must

be

to

him—he

turns

backto

me

and

says

something

I

don’t

understand.

He

points

in

mydirection

with

his

cane.

Is

he

pointing

to

the

low

table

between

us?

Ilook

at

the

table.

Is

he

pointing

to

my

books

on

the

table?

I

offerhim

a

book,

which

he

wisely

refuses

to

touch.

He

pantomimes

amotion,

but

I

don’t

understand.

Once

more,

he

directly

asks

forsomething

and

pokes

his

finger

against

his

chest.

I

don’t22understand.

Finally,

smiling

but

clearly

frustrated,

he

grabs

the

tea-pot

with

one

large

hand,

pours

tea

into

the

palm

of

the

other,

andraises

it

to

his

lips.

“Ena

poteeri!”

he

cries,

and

bangs

his

cane

onthe

ground,

demanding

a

cup.Embarrassed,

I

jump

up

and

go

into

the

little

house

for

anothercup.

I

come

out,

pour

tea,

hand

it

him.

He

waves

away

myapologies.

He

drinks

the

tea

in

one

go.

How

many

Greek

words

doI

know

now?

How

many?

Not

enough,

never

enough.

To

learn23another

language

one

must

re-acquire

the

greedy

hunger

of

a

child.I

want,

I

want,

I

want.

Every

desire

begins

and

ends

with

a

word.

Iwant

to

ask

a

thousand

questions.

Where

does

the

path

behind

thehouse

lead

and

who

lived

here

before

and

how

do

you

makecheese

and

are

the

sheep

in

the

neighboring

field

yours

and

whatis

this

place,

truly,

and

how

do

I

go

to

the

mountains

behind

thehouse?

Because

there

is

a

gate

closing

off

the

field

that

leads

tothe

mountains,

and

I

am

afraid

to

walk

through

it.24He

understands

my

last,

garbled

question.

“How

do

you

go

to

themountains?”

he

parrots

back

to

me,

almost

shouting.

It

is

aninternational

assumption

that

when

people

don’t

hear

andunderstand

our

language,

we

think

they

can’t

hear

at

all.

“How

doyou

go

up

to

the

mountains?”

Now

a

slow

laugh

rumbles

in

histhroat.

“Me

ta

podia!”

he

cries.

Every

line

of

his

face

proclaimslaughter.

He

slaps

his

knees,

guffawing.25How

do

you

go

to

themountains?Me

ta

podia.

With

yourfeet.Open

the

gate,

go

through

it,

close

it

behind

you.

And

walk

tothe

mountains.26c) The

writer

went

outside

with

her

cup

of

tea.Where

wasshe?In

the

yard

outside

of

aspitaki.(Geek

word

for

a

one-roomed

shepherd’shouse)neighbor?

rented

his

house?27c) The

writer

went

outside

with

her

cup

of

tea.28h)

Andreas

and

his

donkey

came

into

view.f)

Andreas

used

his

cane

to

get

off

his

donkey.d)

Andreas

tried

to

show

that

he

wanted

a

cup

of

tea.b)

Andreas

got

a

bit

angry

because

the

writer

couldn’t

understand.“

Ena

poteeri!”

he

cries

,

and

bangs

his

cane

on

the ground

,demanding

a

cup.

(para.

6)waves

away

my

apologies

(para.

7)c) The

writer

went

outside

with

her

cup

of

tea.29h)

Andreas

and

his

donkey

came

into

view.f)

Andreas

used

his

cane

to

get

off

his

donkey.d)

Andreas

tried

to

show

that

he

wanted

a

cup

of

tea.b)

Andreas

got

a

bit

angry

because

the

writer

couldn’t

understand.a)

The

writer

gave

Andreas

a

cup

of

tea.e)

The

writer

asked

Andreas

questions.(para.

5)

Had

she

been

there

forlong?c) The

writer

went

outside

with

her

cup

of

tea.30h)

Andreas

and

his

donkey

came

into

view.f)

Andreas

used

his

cane

to

get

off

his

donkey.d)

Andreas

tried

to

show

that

he

wanted

a

cup

of

tea.b)

Andreas

got

a

bit

angry

because

the

writer

couldn’t

understand.a)

The

writer

gave

Andreas

a

cup

of

tea.e)

The

writer

asked

Andreas

questions.Are

the

sheep

in

the

neighboring

fields

yours

and

what

is

this

place.c) The

writer

went

outside

with

her

cup

of

tea.31h)

Andreas

and

his

donkey

came

into

view.f)

Andreas

used

his

cane

to

get

off

his

donkey.d)

Andreas

tried

to

show

that

he

wanted

a

cup

of

tea.b)

Andreas

got

a

bit

angry

because

the

writer

couldn’t

understand.a)

The

writer

gave

Andreas

a

cup

of

tea.e)

The

writer

asked

Andreas

questions.g) Andreas

started

laughing

a

lot.Second

readingAnswer

the

questions:32Why

did

the

writer

spill

her

tea?Why

did

Andreas

use

the

cane

to

getoff?What

did

the

writer

like

most

about

the

islanders?How

did

Andreas

finally

explain

what

he

wanted?How

does

the

writer

think

one

learns

a

language?Why

did

Andreas

laugh

so

much?Second

reading331.

Why

did

the

writer

spill

her

tea?She

was

scared

by

the

shepherd’sgreeting.The

gate

is

on

the

other

side

of

the

house,

out

ofimmediate

view.

I

hear

hooves

knock

against

the

stones…the

old

man

shouts

some

unintelligible

greeting

thatscaresme

out

of

my

wits.

I

spill

tea

on

my

lap.Second

reading342.

Why

did

Andreas

use

the

cane

to

getoff?His

lower

left

leg

and

foot

were

deformed.The

foot

fits

into

a

black

boot

(cut

open

to

accommodateits

dimensions).Second

reading353.

What

did

the

writer

like

most

about

the

islanders?The

hands

of

the

islanders.Their

thickness

,

their

roughness

,

their

ugliness

.

Nailsbroken

below

the

quick.

Scars.

Missing

fingertips

and

linesof

dirt.Why

did

she

like

suchhands?Second

readingThey

are

symbols

of

the

diligent

and

self-reliant

people,most

of

whom

do

manual

work.

They

respect

life

and

thenature.

They

follow

their

own

hearts

and

enjoy

a

simpleliving.36Second

reading374.

How

did

Andreas

finally

explain

what

he

wanted?He

grabbed

the

tea-pot

with

one

large

hand,

poured

teainto

the

palm

of

the

other,

and

raised

it

to

his

lips.Said/pointed

in

the

writer’s

directionPantomimed

a

motionAsked

directly/poked

against

chestBook?Didn’t

understandDidn’t

understandSecond

reading385.

How

does

the

writer

think

one

learns

a

language?One

must

re-acquire

the

greedy

hunger

of

achild.I

want,

I

want,

I

want.

Every

desire

begins

and

ends

with

aword.

I

want

to

ask

a

thousand

questions.

(motivation)I

return

the

greeting

and

reach

for

my

dictionary.

(action)Second

reading396.

Why

did

Andreas

laugh

so

much?He

thought

the

question

the

writer

asked

had

anobvious

answer

(“With

your

feet”)

.“How

do

I

go

to

the

mountains

behind

the

house?

Becausethere

is

a

gate

closing

off

the

field

that

leads

to

themountains,

and

I

am

afraid

to

walk

through

it.”Deep

thinking1.

What

did

the

writer

learn

from

Andreas’

answer?“How

do

you

go

to

the

mountains?Me

ta

podia.

With

yourfeet.Open

the

gate,

go

through

it,

close

itbehind

you.

And

walk

to

the

mountains.”Conquer

your

fear

and

explore

the

unknown!40Deep

thinking2.

Whydid

thewriterdescribeso

much

about

Andreas

andthe

scenery?Travelwriting:share

experiencesexpress

feelings

and

reflections41Deep

thinking422.

Whydid

thewriterdescribeso

much

about

Andreas

andthe

scenery?to

share

experiences

(what

it

feels

like

to

live

in

thisbeautiful

Greek

island,

not

knowing

the

local

language)to

express

feelings

(affection,

yearning)

and

thoughts(how

to

break

through

the

physical

and

mental

obstacles)Deep

thinking43More

details:

have

readers

feel

by

themselves.“It

is

an

international

assumption

that

when

people

don’thear

and

understand

our

language,

we

think

they

can’thear

at

all.”After

readingEx.

4

Match

the

objects

with

the

descriptions.44like

wide

blue

handsbearishlassoing

the

entire

landthe

curved

and

plummetingbodyrumblesa

laugh,

the

sea,

the

land,

a

sound,

the

skyAfter

readingEx.

4

Match

the

objects

with

the

writer’s

description.e)

rumbles45like

wide

blue

handsbearishlassoing

the

entire

landd)

the

curved

and

plummeting

bodya

laugh,

the

sea,

the

land,

asoundthe

skyAfter

readingEx.

4

Match

the

objects

with

the

writer’s

description.like

wide

blue

handsbearishlassoing

the

entire

landd)

the

curved

and

plummeting

bodya

laugh,

the

sea,

the

landthe

skya

sounde)

rumbles46After

readingEx.

4

Match

the

objects

with

the

writer’s

description.47like

wide

blue

handsbearishlassoing

the

entire

landthe

curved

and

plummetingbodyrumblesa

laugh, the

landthe

skya

soundthe

sea48After

readingEx.

4

Match

the

objects

with

the

writer’s

description.49like

wide

blue

handsbearishlassoing

the

entire

landa

laughthe

skya

soundthe

seathe

curved

and

plummetingbody

the

landrumblesAfter

readingEx.

4

Match

the

objects

with

the

writer’s

description.like

wide

blue

handsbearishlassoing

the

entire

landthe

skya

soundthe

seaa

laughe)

rumbles50d)

the

curved

and

plummeting

body

the

landAfter

readingEx.

4

Match

the

objects

with

the

writer’s

description.51like

wide

blue

handsbearishlassoing

the

entire

lande)

rumblesthe

skya

soundthe

sead)

the

curved

and

plummeting

body

the

landa

laughthe

view

before

themFocus

on

the

descriptionThe

view

before

them52Slender

Marco.

poppies;

olive

trees;the

curved

andplummeting

body

of

the

land,

its

shapes

of

green,

sage-green,

yellow,

almond;

rose

and

purple

and

gray

shadow.The

sky

opens

over

everything

like

wide

blue

hands.

Andall

around

us,

lassoing

the

entire

island,

thesea.Focus

on

the

descriptionCan

you

picture

the

view?53Slender

Marco.

poppies;

olive

trees;

the

curved

andplummeting

body

of

the

land,

its

shapes

of

green,

sage-green,

yellow,

almond;

rose

and

purple

and

gray

shadow.The

sky

opens

over

everything

like

wide

blue

hands.

Andall

around

us,

lassoing

the

entire

island,

thesea.54The

island

is

surrounded

by

the

sapphire(

天藍(lán)色的) ocean

,

thecurved

and

plummeting

body

of

land

is

covered

by

the

greenweeds

.

There

are

clusters