高級英語教程(1)（簡體書）

My friend toid me that the prince was a symbol of her Englishness， and I could see that I had caused offense. I looked at her. She was aEnglish person， the sort of English persoI used to know at home， the sort who was nobody iEngland but somebody whethey came to live among the people like me. There were many people l could have seeEngland with; that I was seeing it with this particular person， a persowho reminded me of the people who showed me England long ago as I sat ichurch or at my desk， made me feel silent and afraid， for I wondered if， all these years of our friendship， I had had a friend or had beeithe thrall of a racial memoy. I went to Bath - we， my friend and I， did this， but though we were together， I was no longer with her. The landscape was almost as familiar as my o^m hand， but I had never beeithis place before， so how could that be again And the streets of Bath were familiar， too， but I had never walked othem before. It was all those years of reading， starting with RomaBritain. Why did I have to know about RomaBritain It was of no real use to me， a persoliving oa hot， drought-riddeisland， and it is of no use to me now， and yet my head is filled with this nonsense， RomaBritain. IBath， I drank tea ia room I had read about ia novel writteithe eighteenth centuy. Ithis very same room， young womewearing those dresses that rustled and so odanced and flirted and sometimes disgraced themselves with young men， soldiers， sailors， who were otheir way to Bristol or someplace like that， so many places like that where so many adventures， the oute of which was not good for me， began. Bristol， England. A sentence that bega'That night the ship sailed from Bristol， England' would end not so good for me. And theI was driving through the countryside iaEnglish motorcar， onarrow winding roads， and they were so familiar， though I had never beeothem before; and through little villages the name of which I somehow knew so well though I had never beethere before. And the countryside did have all those hedges and hedges， fields hedged in. I was marveling at all the toil of it， the planting of the hedges to begiwith and thethe care of it; all that clipping， year after year of clipping， and I wondered at the lives of the people who would have to do this， because whoever I see and feel the hands that hold up the world， I see and feel myself and all the people who look like me. And I said， 'Those hedges' and my friend said that someone， a womanamed Mrs. Rothchild， worried that he hedges weren't being takecare of properly; the farmers couldn't afford or find the help to keep up the hedges， and oftethey replaced them .^rith wire fencing. I might have said to that， well if Mrs. Rothchild doesn't like the wire fencing， why does't she take care of the hedges herself ， but I didn't. And theithose fields that were now hemmed iby wire fencing that a privileged womadidn't like was planted a vile yellow flowering bush that produced aoil， and my friend said that Mrs. Rothchild didn' t like this either; it ruined the English countrgside， it ruined the traditional look of the English countWside. ……