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Before you slort

1 nead the background notes and answer these

questions. I

1 What countries did Stevenson travel to?

2 Why did he decide to settle in Samoa?
3 What are the two main themes of The Strange Case of Dr JekyLL and Mr Hyde?
Reoding und listening

O 2 Read and listen to the story. Are the statements below true (T) or fatse (F)?
t l 1 The butter asked Mr Utterson to come to Dr Jekytls house.
Z J Utterson and the butter heard Dr Jekytt's voice in the study.
S [] They found Hyde's dead body wearing Dr Jekylfs ctothes.
a Ll Dr JekyLt's new witl was made out to Edward Hyde.
S I l In his note, Dr JekytL exptained how he changed identity.
O ll His other personality was similar to his original one.
I 1 When he was Mr Hyde, Dr Jekyll committed crimes.
8 L I After some time, Dr Jekytl couLdn't control the changes of identity.
3 Anrr"r these questions.
1 Why did Mr Hyde have the key to Dr Jekyl"i's house?
2 Why did Utterson say 'Dr Jekytl woul"d not be pleased'?
3 What did PooLe mean when he said his master was 'got rid of'?
4 What do you think had been in the bottle next to the body of Mr Hyde?
5 Why were Mr Hyde's ctothes 'far too big for him'?
6 After he had read the note, where did Utterson think Dr Jekytl was?
7 How did things get out of control for Dr JekyLl?
8 Why did Dr Jekyl"i say in his statement that it was'my true hour of death'?
4 CompLete the sentences with a word formed from the word in brackets'
1 Dr JekyLt was a respected and man. (honour)
2 Dr Jekyl"l" regained his when he took the mixture again. (high)
- - nobody had heard of him. (know)
3 Mr Hyde was completel.y-
4 The drugs began to have effects. (predict)
5 The second time Utterson- asks to enter, he won't accept Mr Hyde's
(refuse) -
6 Before he reads the statement, Utterson cannot exptain the of Dr Jeky[|.
(disappear)
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5 In groups, or with the whote class, discuss the fottowing.

1 What do you think the servants were tatking about when they were
together in the hall?
2 How do you think Dr Jekytl" was feeting when he wrote his final note?
3 What questions do you imagine that Mr Utterson would [ike to ask Dr
Jekyl"l" if Jekytl were ative to answer them?
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Dr Henry Jefryll is a swccessful ancl

itown London doctor uho is hrtedfor his'plea.rant cltanctet
'; and respectedfor his tuorfr,. The mysterious Mr Eduard
Hyde, ort the
: other /zand, appears to be a rhorougl,rly bad man, attltough he is
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completely unrtnoun in London ,or;rry. A uell_rtnown
man is
.: murdered and Eduard Hyde seems to be responsible.
So hocu does
', Mr Hyde come to haue theftey of DrJeftyll,shouse? And uhy d.oes
; O, 1e4,tt giue his lazuyer, Mr ()tterson, i neu uill in uhich he leaues
: luyUllt;zg to Mr Hyde? One nigltt, poote, Dr leftyll\ butlea uisits
. Mr IJrrcrson and asfts him to come quicftly ro
Dt'lertylli ltouse.
', When they arrived, the butler knocked gently on the <joor and
.. a voice inside asked: 'Is that you, poole l; 'Wc'd bctter say nothing about rhis,' said
Urterson, puttin!
,Open
, 'Yes, ir's all righr,' said poole. rhe door.' all the papers in his pocket. 'If your master has run away
i They entered the brightly lit hail. All the servanrs were crowdecl or is dead, we my t leasr save his good name. I must
go
together there like frightenecl sheep. home and read these papers but I shall be back before
'Why are you all herel'askec.l Utterson. ,Dr midnight, when we shall send for the police.'
, fekyll would not be
, pleasecl.'
Wlten Utterson returned home, he read Henry
, 'They're all afraid,' said poole. ,Anc1 now,' he
said, addressing statement of tlte case.
Jefryll,sfull
I a kitchen boy, 'bring me a canclle ancl we'll get
this <Jone
immediately.' Then he bcggcd Mr fJmerson ro follow him
to Dr
Jekyll's study. ,cltftu44il/ afti'
7 utas born into a" wa,s
/fte/' witlu oxce-/./**t
Poole knocked on the study door ancl said, ,Mr a"bilHot; so 7 toar ce,rtai*t yow w$ht h"a+w fu^l&, to becomo a'
Urre rson is he re, ,

si r.' rufrtul, an/' htn owabLe, u'un. But 7 beyn to ka/' o dtubb fe'.
,, 'Tell him I can't see anyone,' saicl a v<iice from insicle. 7 ilA e.xye,*uznts with, a, wi,xturo of drrys that unuH' chary b4./
lcd Urtcrson in silence back to the kitchen. ,Sir,, he said,
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Iooking
body and, utind' an/' toou/d' rukayo theu' in a' nzur wuy.
Mr lJttcrson in the eyes,.was that my master,s voicel,
r1, 'It s..ms much changed,' ..pii.,l the lawyer, u.ry pol..
'fhofrst tino z lranh t/.t*" u'ti'xtuvq 7 oxfizrcel"terrlzatn,
r 'Changed I No, sir. That is not my msre r. He was got rid of eight ant kst hz!h*; butthentt'ltyowryet an/"|*fft* z a/.soflt
. days ago when we hearc-l him cry out in the name of-Gocl. Ancl ttrto decire,to h uil. 'l'l/ha4,7 /.ookzd' m,tl+e u,-i.rror, 7 sawfor d
, who's there instead of himl' t'tst ttww
tha ag<z.raru.e, of *tr ttydo. 'l'Vhzn 1 took tlte wixtute
This is a strange story, poole,, saicl Mr lJrrerson, biting ag ain, 7. becanp gfewy ekV /.L o rce' ru.or. 50 rctr 7 ha/' two
his finger. J
'Suppose Dr uwFletet eL d.u*atr !,:t: to..-
Jekyll was murderecl. What coultl persuacle rhe i^dz.ntit|er; h4/ lrgitu/, self, A]4i' '
murderer to stayl That doesn,t make sense., clear e.x.y+ersitn of tho lowe* ;t'-: .-::,'.
Ldadrry u.,a,s t/.t^o yalttter o_f

Euentua/ly, lhtersr.n ,.eturn-i to t/1e srudy ancl demunds

to enter. The t reye*d, thz oxyerua*nt wn*ty tur.r*.t and' a'r Jv4r dydz, 7 furL
ulicefrom inside refuses and [Jttersc.,n realises ir is Mr Hytle,s
uoice. unL/unkabb crin"e. 'EetL M^r, t can hard/7 bebzle 7 d/dtha4L.
' Poole and Utterson decide to brea\inro rhe study.
B ut t.e, dr u1 s b eyn to hatn u*yzreiltab le cffe*s. o t1.co 7 to?tlt t0
" They looked inro the room. There it lay in thc quiet lamplight, b ed, at O r J ely U an"d' wo kz uy ar tv{.l, 3? d^o ! tuy h"axir b emuz bo n7
a good fire burning, papers ser nearly on the a,nj, coru,' in h"atr. rhirys untole*iry out anl'
desk thl.,g, of controL
, arranged for rea. Right in the rniddle, there lay the"l,d
bocly oia e!,",r)/lne wat 0n rl tu&; 7 wa.r hant', a kruun' u.utr/zr4 wit/t'
mn, horribly twisted and not yet quite still. They wenr
rowards a, suvo en"/' onn hmlulans royo.
it carefully and recognised the face of Edward Hycle. He was
dressed in clothes rhar were far too big for him, clothes 7 haw betn a,yi,ro* b ourru sh'tdy, ua"ore o/ten itr,tl.w th"f tf
of the "y
docror's size. The muscles of his face still movecl but
life was
tut hryd".T hzm.i;tctureof fuu1s douwt see,u'to anrba-rywuro.
quite gone; rhere was a broken bottle in his hancl. t hauo becowp eriot6l/ k e.ak in bodT anl, minl'.
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Nobody ha.r etw suffetd' nterrhla uta7. z aw u"ourfut*hin1
u+ rrc.h,
The two men rurned ro the desk. On it they found an envelope
addressed to Mr Utterson. The lawyer opened it and tltis statewpnt. zt i.r yobab/ thz ltst tinoth* ttenryJaQyl.lcan
several
papers fell to rhe floor, including a new will frorn tluh*, ltix owntlt"oulhts or see l.r oum,farz. 7 taa;t harry. tf
Dr Jekyll but
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urill teav it
of the name of Edward Hyde. rhe lawyer read his own P4it tltk stateu,tznt, ho to
Fiu.e's.
+a/f an h.ow
from"
i:t::. n"ou4 7 kntur h"our +7d.o will sit shnkry an"d' cryutl in wy clnir or
'I don't undersrand,'said Utterson. ,Hyde has been here for days. mardr ullusLy uy anl' dnun'thi.r room' li.rtu'tiz1 internr for ay
so und, of dary er. w!/
FIe must have been angry to see my name instead g+/ dr' b e' ha.ht e/' o n tho kary vn"an s roFe? o r
of his but he
didn't destroy this paper.' urill hz,fhl't/1", coutalc,to tako h omo fol
'Why don't you read rhar nore, sirJ' esked poole.
7 /,n wt czro. hi: is tn7 truz htur of dzatlu, an^/" toh*folrbur
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'Beceuse I'm alraid to.'replied thc lawyer.
Ancl wirh that he fixed cotteru tvftlruwh iz rut m.yself. f,ere'thq at t l"ay d^ownttrtz
his eyes on the paper and read the note.,
l*, ltlr*l thp lfe 0f that ul4AW sfau/Jek/Utl an ad'.
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Before you start

1 nead the explanations of words in the background

information and check you understand them. Do poets use
simitar techniques in your language?

Reoding
2 Read the Strategies again in Lesson 13. Read the poems on the
opposite page. Match the poems with these themes:

the first touch of two lovers, a lover [eaving, a description of a lover,

a lifetong love

3 ReaU each poem again and answer these questions.

u'l"totiou,of |u*'u*
1 'I'[[ love you for eternity' is a romantic clich. Find three more
expressions of this kind.
2 What is normalty reduced for 'good behaviour'?
3 What does 'such accessories' refer to?
4 What technique does the poet use to make the poem funny?
5 What is ironic about the last three [ines?

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6 How otd do you think the poet was when she wrote this? Give reasons.
7 Watker/s husband was an interior decorator. What mention is there to
this?
8 What images are used for passion?
9 What image is used to show how the past unites the poet and her
lover?

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10 Why do you think the poet coutdn't remember the meeting?
77 What metaphor does she use for the deve[opment of her [ove?
72 What simi[e is used to show that there is no sign or trace of
something?

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13 How would you describe the tone of the poem?
14 What is the rhyming scheme of the poem?
15 What things are used to compare with the woman's appearance?
16 Why does the poet think that his [ove is special?

Reoding ond Listening

) 4 Read and listen to the poems. Which one do

you prefer? Tell the class.
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poet fi'om l3rrn-rinsham, .{Labara.
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Many of her poems are about the e,r-;..-r':. :,, .
struggles of Ai-icanArnericans in tl-ie l)c..-. : .

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love me for eternity, the krver of my life, rny youth ancl agc.
but rnaniigecl to reduce My heart bekrngs to him ancl to him onll';
it to eight months the chilclren of rny flesh are his and bcal his nge
ibr good behaviour. Now gror,vn to yeals aclvirncing tbr-ough the ciozers d
Shc saicl we fitted the honeyed kiss, thc lips of wine and fire
like a hancl in a glove, fcle blissfully into tl'rc distant years of yonclcr'
but tl'rcn the hot but all my days o1-l lappiness irncl wondcr
ureather camc ;incl sucl'r arc cradlecl in his arms ancl eyes .:ntire .
J((cssol icS rvetctt l ttr'Ctlctl. Tirey carry us Lrncler the rvatcrs o1'thc world
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was ours, but the deecls 1
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lvere madc out in thev tanglc-" trs rvith lopes ancl yar n' of n'rcnrories
ircr narle. whcre rvc havc bccn toucthcr, you and I.
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Science fiction is a genre in which
scientific knowtedge is used as a basjs
for imaginative fictjon. The 19th
century French writer, Jutes Verne, is
often seen as the father of science
fiction. He used his knowledge of
engineering to write stories about
trips to the moon or under the sea
(Journey to the Centre of the Earth
1.864). Later in the century, H.G.Wetts
exptored the themes of time travel as
wetl as space travel and wrote about
an invasjon from Mars (The War of the
Worlds 1.898). From the beginning of
the 20th century, scjence fictjon
started to become poputar and'putp'
science fiction magazines sold widely.
Serjous authors atso began to be
interested in the genre, such as
Aldous Huxtey with his perceptive
account of Life in the future (Brove
New WorLd 1932). In the middte of the
century a gotden age for sci-fi began
with outstanding writers such as the
scientist Isaac AsimoV Arthur C.
Ctarke and Ray Bradbury. Their stories
not onty looked at fife in the future
but examined the possibte destiny of
the human race.
Ray Bradbury was born in Ittinois in
1920. He began his career writing
stories for sci-fi magazines in the
1940s. His most famous novels are
The Maftian Chronicles, which
describes the colonisation of Mars by
the Earth peopte, and Fahrenheit 45L
set in a future where the written word
is forbidden.
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Belore yau stdrl
1 Read the background notes.
7 What is the difference between science fiction and other fiction?
2 Why do you think science fiction started to become poputar in the early
2Oth century?
Which of the books mentioned woutd you most [ike to read? Why?
Reuding und lislening
O Z Read and listen to the story. Are these statements true (T)
or fatse (F)?
1i Mr and Mrs K lived on Mars in a house near a red sea.
2 t Mr K liked listening to otd songs about Mars.
3 Ll Martians were sma[[ with narrow yetlow eyes.
4 l) Mrs K had a very [ong, strange dream.
5ll She dreamt about a very large alien with btue eyes and brown skin.
6i The atien's spaceship looked quite strange to Mrs K.
7 1) Mrs K used telepathy to understand the atien.
8 t- Martian scientists said that life on Earth was possibte.
3 Read the story again. Answer these questions.
1 Why were Mr and Mrs K not very happy?
2 Why did Mrs K look into the sky?
3 Why was Mr K irritated when his wife cried out in her dream?
4 How did Mr K react to her description of the man?
5 Why did Mr K think his wife had made up the man?
6 Why did Mrs K enjoy the dream?
7 How were Mr and Mrs K's reactions to the idea of alien life different?
8 Do you think jt was a dream or did Mrs K realty meet the man somehow?
What do you think happens next in the story?
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4Worl in pairs. List the differences
mentioned in the story between Mars and
Earth. Think of these things:
o the houses . the peop[e o the landscape,
. leisure activities r the food
Te[[ the class.
5 Wort in pairs. Think of
your own imaginary planet.
Describe it to your partner.
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'No!'she cried.
| =. had a houseof crystatpitlarsontheplanetMarsbythe 'l thought I heard you cry out.'
I =:qe of an empty sea, and every morningyou could see Mrs K 'Did l? I was atmost asleep and had a dream!'
I =,iing the golden fruits that grew from the crystal walls or 'ln the daytime? You don't often do that.'
:: - - g the house with handfuls of magnetic dust which, taking She sat as if struck in the face by the dream. 'How strange, how
. -: Cirt with it, btew away on the hot wind. Afternoons, when very strange,'she murmured. 'The dream.'
- ': ssii sea was warm and motionless, and the wine trees stood
= 'Oh?' He evidently wished to return to his book.
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the yard, and the tittle Martian bone town was all
'l dreamed about a man.'
.- : -sed, and no one drifted out their doors, you could see Mr K 'A man?'
- *setf in his room, reading from a metal book with raised
'A talI man, six foot one inch tall.'
play a
='rgLyphs over which he brushed his hand, as one might 'How absurd; a giant, a misshapen giant.'
- ,':. And from the bool<, as his fingers stroked, a voice sang, a
'somehow'- she tried the words -'he tooked atl right. ln spite
.:: ancient voice, which told tates of when the sea was red
of being tatl. And he had - oh, I know you'[t think it sitty - he had
i.:ain on the shore and ancient men had carried clouds of metal
- sects and electric spiders into battle.
btue eyes!'
'Blue eyes! Gods!' cried Mr K. 'What'tl you dream of next? I

",'1r and Mrs l( had lived by the dead sea for twenty
years and
suppose he had black hair?'
.-err ancestors had lived in the same house, which turned and
'How did you guess?' She was excited.
': Lowed the sun, flower-lil<e, for ten centuries. 'l picked the most unlikely colour,' he replied coldly.
l,4r and Mrs K were not old. They had the fair, brownish skin of
'Wett btack it was!'she cried. 'And he had a very white skin; oh,
.re true Martian, the yetlow coin eyes, the soft musical voices.
he was most unusual! He was dressed in a strange uniform and
Jrce they had til<ed painting pictures with chemical fire, he came down out of the sky and spoke pleasantly to me.' She
swimming in the canals in the seasons when the wine trees filled
smiled.
:hem with green tiquors, and talking into the dawn together by
'Out ofthe sky; what nonsense!'
tne blue phosphorous portraits in the speaking-room.
'He came in a bright metal thing that glittered in the sun,' she
They were not happy now.
remembered. She closed her eyes to shape it again. 'l dreamed
This morning Mrs K stood between the pittars, listening to the
there was the sky and something sparkled like a coin thrown into
desert sands heat, melt into yellow wax, and seemingly run on
the air, and suddenty it grew [arge and fet{ down softty to land, a
the horizon.
long silver craft, round and alien. And a door opened in the side
Something great was going to happen.
of the silver object and this tatl man stepped out.'
She waited.
'lf you worked harder you wouldn't have these silly dreams.'
She watched the btue sl<y of Mars as if it might at any moment
'l rather enioyed it,'she reptied, tying back.'l never suspected
grip in on itself, contract, and expel a shining miracle down upon
myself of such imagination. Black hair, blue eyes, and white skin!
the sand.
What a strange man, and yet - quite handsome.'
Nothing happened.
'Wishfut thinking.'
Tired of waiting, she wall<ed through the misting piltars. A
'You're unkind. I didn't think him up on purpose; he iust came
gentte rain sprang from the fluted pitlar-tops, cooling the
into my mind while I drowsed. lt wasn't like a dream. lt was so
scorching air, falting gently on her. On hot days it was [ike watking
unexpected and different. He looked at me and he said, "l've
in a creek. The floors of the house gtittered with cooI streams. ln
come from the third planet in my ship. My name is Nathaniel
the distance she heard her husband playing his book steadily, his
York."
fingers never tiring of the otd songs. Quietly she wished he might
'A stupid name; it's no name at alt,' objected the husband.
one day again spend as much time holding and touching her like
'Of course it's stupid, because it's a dream,' she explained
a little harp as he did his incredible books.
softly.'And he said, "This is the first trip across space. There are
But no. She shook her head, an imperceptible, forgiving shrug.
only two of us in our ship, myself and my friend Bert."'
Her eyelids closed softly down upon her gotden eyes. Marriage
'Another stupid name.'
made people old and familiar, while stitl young.
'And he said, "We?e from Earth; that's the name of our
She tay back in a chair that moved to take her shape even as
planet,"'continued Mrs K. 'That's what he said. "Earth." was the
she moved. She closed her eyes tightty and nervously.
name he spoke. And he used another language. Somehow I

The dream occurred.

understood him. With my mind. Telepathy, I suppose.'
Her brown fingers trembled, came up, grasped at the air. A
Mr K turned away. She stopped him with a word 'Ytt?' she
moment later she sat up, startled, gasping.
catted quietty. 'Do you ever wonder if - wetl, if there are people
She glanced about swiftty, as if expecting someone there
living on the third ptanet?'
before her. She seemed disappointed; the space between the
'The third planet is incapabte of supporting [ife,' stated the
pillars was empty.
husband patientty. 'Our scientists have said there's far too much
Her husband appeared in a triangutar door.'Did you catl?'he
oxygen in their atmosphere.'
asked irritably.
'But woutdn't it be fascinating if there were people? And they
travelled through space in some sort of ship?'
'Reatty, Ytla, you know how I hate this emotional wailing. Let's
get on with our work.'

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1 Read the background notes and answer these questions.
1 Which of the travel writers mentioned would you most [ike to read about?
whv?
There is a Long tradition of traveL writing
2 Which two of the writers listed mixed fact and fiction?
in EngLish, which dates back to the 14th
century with 5ir John Mandevi[te's lravels,
3 When did travel literature first become popular?
an extraordinary mixture of fact and 4 What in Dr Johnson's opinion makes a good travel book?
fantastic information about monsters and
two-headed men. More serious was the
cotlection by Richard Haktuyt of
descriptions of the voyages made by
Reuding ond listening
EngLish merchants and explorers in the
16th and earLy 17th century. In the 18th O Z Read and listen to the story. 0rder these events.
century, traveI Literature started to
become a poputar genre as great noveljsts
a The writer gave the shepherd a cup of tea.
[ike Henry Fietding and Laurence Sterne b The shepherd started to tatk touder.
described their trips around Europe. c The shepherd got a bit frustrated because she couldn't understand
in the following century, ctassic travet d The writer made breakfast and went outside.
Literature includes: the writings of the
e The shepherd tried to show that he wanted a cup
intrepid explorer Mary Kingsley describing
her travels in West Africa; Charles Darwin's of tea.
account of his trip around South America; f The writer asked the shepherd questions.
the naturatist Henry Bates' description of g The shepherd used his cane to dismount from his donkey.
his research in the Amazon. Among great h The shepherd started laughing a [ot.
traveI writers of the 2Oth century were:
I The shepherd and his donkey came into the garden.
Robert Byron who journeyed across Centrat
Asia; Freya Stark who traveLted wide[y in
Arab countries; Bruce Chatwin whose
travel books such as 1n Patogonia are a
3 Read the story again and answer these questions.
mixture of anthropology, philosophy and 7 Why did the wrjter spi[[ her tea?
fiction. Famous contemporary travel
2 Why did the shepherd use the cane to dismount?
writers include the Trinidadian novelist,
V.S. Naipaut and the Americans, Paul
3 What did the writer most notice about the islanders?
Theroux and Bill Brvson. 4 How did the shepherd finalty explain what he wants?
5 How did the writer think you can learn a language?
Good travet literature combines
6 Why did the shepherd [augh so much?
observation with imagination and can give
profound insights into the human
condition. However, as the great Doctor
Johnson said: 'Books of trave[s wiLl be
4 Matctr the objects with the writer/s descriptions of them (a-f).
good in proportion to what a man has a cup of tea, a laugh, the sea, the [and, a sound, the sky
previousLy in his mjnd; his knowing what
to observe; his power of contrasting one a like wide blue hands b bearish c cradled in my hands
mode of life with anotherj As the Spanish d lassoing the entire island e the curved and plummetting body
proverb says,'He, who wou[d bring home
the wealth of the Indies, must carry the
f rumbtes
weaLth of the Indies with himi
Tnlkbne k
Karen Connelty was born in Atberta in
Canada and now lives in Greece. She has
pubLished award-winning travel books 5 Work in pairs. Which of these things would you tike to do? Why?
such as Iouch the Drogon: A Thai Journal
visit the Greek island, meet the isianders, live abroad for a whi[e, write a
and 1ne Room in a Castle. She is also the
author of two works of poetry. traveI book, learn another [anguage (not Engtish), know more words in Engtish

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The sleek black donkey is called Marcos, and the

old man who rides him is called Andreas. They a
-t -t ,r' appear early one morning while I am sitting
t- t*r{ outside, my back against the wall of the spilaki, a E I
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+-st i\ cup of tea cradled in my hands. The gate is on the
other side of the house, out of immediate view. I
hear hooves knoch against the stones that mark the
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threshold of the gate. To give me warning, thc old man
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shouts some uninte Iligible grceling that scares me oul of
my wits. I spill tea on my lap.
'I(aleemera,' he says gruffTy. with a cautious smile.
'I(aleemera,' I return thc greeting and reach for my dictionary.
He pulls his cane from its resting place in the ropes of the saddle. maneuvers Marcos to a stone, whcre
he aims the cane, then slides off thc donkey's back. His lower lel't leg and foot are deforrned; tl.re lirot {its
into a black boot cut open to accommodate its dimensions. How 1o describe Barba Andreas, the old
shephe rd? A yellow piece of cloth is wrapped around his head ol wl'rite l.rair. He has a big whitc
moustache, blue eyes, a dandy's flower stuck in the lapel of his green army jachet. Hands. What will I
love most here, what will I dream about ycars later, to return mc to this place? Thc hands of thc
islanders. Their thickness, their roughness, their ugliness. Nails broken bclow the cluick. Scars. Missing
fingertips and lines of dirt.
Barba Andreas names the plants fbr me, pointing with his canc and leaning down to plucl< off the
chanromile blooms. Sitting on a milk crate, he lifts his bad leg up to rest on a stone . I remain sitling
against the house in the shadc. We both take in the view be{irre us: slender Marcus, cating nry rlclon
rinds and shifting in what is, effectively my fronl yard: poppies; olivc trccs; the curvcd and plurnrncltir.rg
body of the land, its shapes of green, sage-gren, yellow, alrnond; rosc and purplc and gray shadow. The
sky opens over everything like wide blue hands. And all around us, lassoing thc cntirc islancl, the sea.
A bearish sound comes from Barba Andreas' throat. As though bored with the view - how {amitiar it
must be to him - he turns back to me and says something I don't understand. Hc points in rny direction
with his cane. Is he pointing to the low table between us? I Iook at the table. Is he pointing ro my books
on the table? I ofer him a book, which he wisely refuses to touch. Hc panlomimcs a motion but I clor.r't
understand. Once more, he directly asks for something and pokes his finger against his chest. I don'l
understand. Finally, smiling but clearly frustrated, he grabs the lea-pot with one large hand, pour.s lea
into the palm of the other, and raises it to his lips.'Ena poteeri!'he cries, and bangs his cane on thc
ground, demanding a cup.
Embarrassed, I jump up and into the little house for another cup. I come out, pour tea, hand it to him.
He waves away my apologies. He drinks the tea in one go. How many Greek words do I know now?
How many? Not enough, never enough. To learn another language one must re-acquire the greedy hunger
ofachild. Iwant, Iwant, Iwant.Everydesirebeginsandendswithaword. Iwanttoaskathousand .r ?f
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questions. Where does the path behind the house lead and who lived here before and how do you make :1i
cheese and are the sheep in the neighboring field yours and what is this place, truly, and how do I go to
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the mountains behind the house? Because there is a gate closing off the field that leads to the mountains,
and I am afraid to walk through it.
He understands my last, garbled question. 'How do you go to the mountains?' he parrots back to me,
almost shouting. It is an international assumption that when people don't hear and understand our
language, we think they can't hear at all.'How do you go up to the mountains?'Now a slow laugh
rumbles in his throat. 'Me ta podia!' he cries. Every line of his face proclaims laughter. He slaps his
knees, guffawing.
How do you go to the mountains?
Me ta podia. With your/eel.
Open the gate, go through it, close it behind you. And walk ro the mountains.

spitaki - is the Greek word for a one-roomed shepherd's house

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No Crime in the !,Iountains
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1 Read about Raymond Chandter. Have you ever read or would you tike to
read one of his books? Why/Why not?

lislening ond Reuding

O 2 lirt"n and read the extracts from the story. Order these events.
a Evans spoke to Mrs Lacey on the telephone. (1 l^
b He arrived jn Puma Point and went to the hotel. a4 L n ^'L z. Jv v
c He drove round the lake and stopped. &I
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d He found the body of Mr Lacey under a tree.
e He spoke to the girl in the phone office.
f He smoked his pipe and watched the boats in the [ake.
g He had lunch and drove to the mountains.
h A letter arrived at Evans'office from Mr Lacey.

3 Read the story again and choose the best answer to these questions.
7 How djd Evans feel when he got the letter?
a worried b relieved c suspicious
How did he feel by the time he got to the hotel?
a hot and tired b hungry c nervous
What sort of a hotel was it?
a luxurious b basic c cheap
How did Mrs Lacey react to Evans?
a angri[y b suspiciousty c co[dty
What was the girl in the phone office [ike?
a suspicious b friendl"y c bored
How did Evans feeI when he was smoking his pipe?
a worried b relaxed c thoughtfui
How did he find the body?
a by accident b by being observant c by Looking under the tree
What did the dead man look [ike?
a kind b quite young c prosperous

4 Wtri.tt of these adjectives would you use to describe the detective?

anxious, tough, observant, friendty, direct, decisive, independent, potite,
ironic, weak

5 Find examples of Chandle/s style in the text.

a his use of irony
a his use of metaphor and simite
a his detaited description
a his naturat dialogues

O 0 Listen to the rest of the story and find out

what happens in the end.
l:,e letter came just before noon, speeial delivery, a dime-
:::re envelope with the return address F.S. Lacey, Puma
?crnt, California. Inside was a check for a hundred dollars,
rrade out to cash and signed Frederick S. Lacy, and a sheel
cf plain white bond paper typed with a number of
strikeovers. It said:
Ir{r John Evans,
Dear Sirt
I have your nane from Len Esterwald. My business
is urgent ancl extremely oonfi.dential. I inclose a
retainer. Please come to Puma Point Thursilay
afternoon or evening, if at all possible, register at
tbe Inclian Heail HoteJ., and oall me at 2J06.
There hadn't been any business in a week but this made it
a nice day. The bank on which the check was drawn qas
about six blocks away. I went over and cashed it, ate lunch,
and got the car out and started off.
It was hot in the valley, hotter still in San Bernadino and it
was still hot at five thousand feet, fifteen miles up the higth-
gear road to Puma Lake. I had done forty of the fifty miles of
curving twisting highway before it started to cool off but it
didn't really get cool until I reached the dam and started
along the south shore of the lake past the piled-up granite
boulders and the sprawled camps in the flats beyond. It was
early evening when I reached Puma Point and I was as
empty as a gutted fish.
The Indian Head Hotel was a brown building on a corner,
opposite a dance hall. I registered, carried my suitcase
upstairs and dropped it in a bleak, hard-looking room with
an oval rug on the floor, a double bed in the corner and
nothing'on the bare pine wall but a hardware-store calendar
all curled up from the dry mountain summer. I washed my
face and hands and went downstairs to eat ...
I gobbled down what they called the regular dinner, drank
a brandy to sit on it, and went out ...
The phone office was a log cabin, and there was a booth in
the corner with a coin-in-the-slot telephone. I shut myself
inside and dropped my nickel and dialled 2306. A woman's
voice answered.
I said,'Is Mr Fred Lacey there?'
'\Mho is calling, please?'
'Evans is the name.'
'Mr Lacey is not here right now, Mr Evans. Is he expecting
you?'
That gave her two questions to my one. I didnl like it.
I said,'Are you Mrs Lacey?'
'Yes. I am Mrs lracey.'I thought her voice sounded taut and
ung, but some voices are like that all the time.
'It's a business matter.'I said.'lIhen will he be back.'
'I don't know exactly. Sometime this evening, I suppose.
V\Ihat did you ...'
'\Mhere is your cabin, Mrs Lacey?'
'lt's ... it's on Ball Sage Point, about two miles west of
village. Are you calling from the village?
Did you ...?'
'I'll call back in an hour,
Mrs Lacey,'I said and hung up.
I stepped out of the booth.
In the other corner of the room a dark girl in slacks was
writing in some kind of account book at a little desk. She
looked up and smiled and said,'How do you like the
mountains?'
I said,'Fine.'
'It's very quiet up here,'she said.'Very restful.'
'Yeah. Do you know anybody named Fred Lacey?'
'Lacey? Oh, yes, they just had a phone put in. They bought
the Baldwin cabin. It was vacant for two years and they just
bought it. It's out at the end of Ball Sage Point, a big cabin on
high ground, looking out over the lake. It has a marvelous
view Do you know Mr Lacey?'
'No,'I said, and went out of there. I walked back to the
Indian Head and got into my car ...
I stopped the car on the tip of the point and walked over to
a huge tree fallen with its roots twelve feet in the air. I sat
down against it on the bone-dry ground and lit a pipe. It was
peaceful and quiet and far from everything. On the far side of
the lake, a couple of speedboats played tag, but on my side
there was nothing but silent water, very slowly getting dark in
the mountain dusk. I wondered who the hell Fred Lacey was
and what he wanted and why he didn't want to stay home or
leave a message if his business was so urg'ent ...
At the end of half an hour I got up and dug a hole in the soft
ground with my heel and knocked my pipe out and stamped
down the dirt over the ashes. For no reason at all, I walked a
few steps toward the lake and that brought me to the end of
the tree. So I saw the foot ...
The man was middle-aged, half bald, had a good coat of tan
and a line mustache shaved up from the lip. His lips were
thick and his mouth, a little open as they usually are, showed
big strong teeth, He had the kind of face that goes with
plenty of food and not too much worry. His eyes were looking
at the sky. I couldn't seem to meet them.
The left side of the green sport shirt was sodden with blood
in a patch as big as a dinner plate. In the middle of the patch
there might have been a scorched hole. I couldn't be sure.
The light was getting a little tricky ...
There was twelve dollars in his wallet and some cards but
what interested me, was the name on his photostat driver's
license. I lit a match to make sure I read it right in the fading
light.
The name on the license was Frederick Shield Lacey.
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