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Unit 2
Friendship
Part I Pre-reading Task
Listen to the recording two or three times and then think over the following questions:
1. Have you ever heard of Dionne Warwick? Have you happened to hear her sing?
2. What does a fair weather friend mean?
3. What does Dionne Warwick think friends are for?
4. Does the song give you any idea of what the stories in this unit will be about?
Part II
Text A
How do you feel when old friends are far away? Do you make an effort to keep in touch? Sometimes it is easy to put off writing a letter, thinking that there will be plenty of time tomorrow. But then sometimes, as this story shows, we leave it too late. Perhaps reading it will make you want to reach for your pen.
ALL THE CABBIE HAD WAS A LETTER
Foster Furcolo
He must have been completely lost in something he was reading because I had to tap on the windshield to get his attention.
"Is your cab available?" I asked when he finally looked up at me. He nodded, then said apologetically as I settled into the back seat, "I'm sorry, but I was reading a letter." He sounded as if he had a cold or something.
"I'm in no hurry," I told him. "Go ahead and finish your letter."
He shook his head. "I've read it several times already. I guess I almost know it by heart."
"Letters from home always mean a lot," I said. "At least they do with me because I'm on the road so much." Then, estimating that he was 60 or 70 years old, I guessed: "From a child or maybe a grandchild?"
"This isn't family," he replied. "Although," he went on, "come to think of it", it might just as well have been family. Old Ed was my oldest friend. In fact, we used to call each other 'Old Friend' — when we'd meet, that is. I'm not much of a hand at writing."
"I don't think any of us keep up our correspondence too well," I said. "I know I don't. But I take it he's someone you've known quite a while?"
"All my life, practically. We were kids together, so we go way back."
"Went to school together?"
"All the way through high school. We were in the same class, in fact, through both grade and high school."
"There are not too many people who've had such a long friendship," I said.
"Actually," the driver went on, "I hadn't seen him more than once or twice a year over the past 25 or 30 years because I moved away from the old neighborhood and you kind of lose touch even though you never forget. He was a great guy."
"You said 'was'. Does that mean —?"
He nodded. "Died a couple of weeks ago."
"I'm sorry," I said. "It's no fun to lose any friend — and losing a real old one is even tougher."
He didn't reply to that, and we rode on in silence for a few minutes. But I realized that Old Ed was still on his mind when he spoke again, almost more to himself than to me: "I should have kept in touch. Yes," he repeated, "I should have kept in touch."
"Well," I agreed, "we should all keep in touch with old friends more than we do. But things come up and we just don't seem to find the time."
He shrugged. "We used to find the time," he said. "That's even mentioned in the letter." He handed it over to me. "Take a look."
"Thanks," I said, "but I don't want to read your mail. That's pretty personal."
The driver shrugged. "Old Ed's dead. There's nothing personal now. Go ahead," he urged me.
The letter was written in pencil. It began with the greeting "Old Friend," and the first sentence reminded me of myself. I've been meaning to write for some time, but I've always postponed it. It then went on to say that he often thought about the good times they had had together when they both lived in the same neighborhood. It had references to things that probably meant something to the driver, such as the time Tim Shea broke the window, the Halloween that we tied Old Mr. Parker's gate, and when Mrs. Culver used to keep us after school.
"You must have spent a lot of time together," I said to him.
"Like it says there," he answered, "about all we had to spend in those days was time." He shook his head: "Time."
I thought the next paragraph of the letter was a little sad: I began the letter with "Old Friend" because that's what we've become over the years — old friends. And there aren't many of us left.
"You know," I said to him, "when it says here that there aren't many of us left, that's absolutely right. Every time I go to a class reunion, for example, there are fewer and fewer still around."
"Time goes by," the driver said.
"Did you two work at the same place?" I asked him.
"No, but we hung out on the same corner when we were single. And then, when we were married, we used to go to each other's house every now and then. But for the last 20 or 30 years it's been mostly just Christmas cards. Of course there'd be always a note we'd each add to the cards — usually some news about our families, you know, what the kids were doing, who moved where, a new grandchild, things like that — but never a real letter or anything like that."
"This is a good part here," I said. "Where it says Your friendship over the years has meant an awful lot to me, more than I can say because I'm not good at saying things like that. " I found myself nodding in agreement. "That must have made you feel good, didn't it?"
The driver said something that I couldn't understand because he seemed to be all choked up, so I continued: "I know I'd like to receive a letter like that from my oldest friend."
We were getting close to our destination so I skipped to the last paragraph. So I thought you'd like to know that I was thinking of you. And it was signed，Your Old Friend, Tom.
I handed back the letter as we stopped at my hotel. "Enjoyed talking with you," I said as I took my suitcase out of the cab. Tom? The letter was signed Tom?
"I thought your friend's name was Ed," I said. "Why did he sign it Tom?"
"The letter was not from Ed to me," he explained. "I'm Tom. It's a letter I wrote to him before I knew he'd died. So I never mailed it."
He looked sort of sorrowful, or as if he were trying to see something in the distance. "I guess I should have written it sooner."
When I got to my hotel room I didn't unpack right away. First I had to write a letter — and mail it.
(1093 words)
New Words and Expressions
cabbie
n. (infml) a taxi driver
be lost in/lose oneself in
be absorbed in, be fully occupied with 专心致志于
windshield
n. (AmE) the glass window in the front of a car, truck, etc. （汽车的）挡风玻璃
cab
n. a taxi 出租车
available
a. able to be used, had or reached 可用的；可得到的
apologetically
ad. showing or saying that one is sorry for some fault or wrong 道歉地，带着歉意地
or something
(infml)(used when you are not very sure about what you have just said) 诸如此类的事
go ahead
continue; begin
know/learn by heart
memorize, remember exactly 记住，能背出
estimate
vt. form a judgement about 估计
might/may(just) as well
不妨，（也）无妨
not much of a
not a good 不太好的
keep up
continue without stopping 保持
correspondence
n. the act of writing, receiving or sending letters; letters 通信（联系）；信件
practically
ad. almost
kid
n. (infml) a child
all the way
自始至终，一直
neighborhood
n. 街坊；四邻
kind/sort of
(infml) a little bit, in some way or degree 有几分，有点儿
lose touch
失去联系
a couple of
几个；一对，一双
guy
n. 家伙；伙计
tough
a. (infml) unfortunate; difficult; strong 不幸的；困难的；坚固的；坚强的
on one's mind
挂记在心头
keep in touch (with)
（与…）保持联系，保持接触
come up
happen, occur, esp. unexpectedly （尤指意想不到地）发生，出现
shrug
v. lift (the shoulders) slightly 耸（肩）
urge
v. try very hard to persuade 力劝，催促
postpone
vt. delay 推迟，使延期
reference
n. 提及，谈到；参考，查阅
absolutely
ad. completely 完全地，极其
absolute a.
reunion▲
n. （家人、朋友、同事等久别后的）重聚
go by
(of time) pass （时间）逝去
hang out
(infml) stay in or near a place, not doing very much 闲荡；徘徊
every now and then
sometimes, at times
mostly
ad. almost all; generally 几乎全部；多半，大体
awful
a. (infml) (used to add force) very great; very bad or unpleasant 非常的，极大的；可怕的，糟糕的
choke
v. （使）窒息，堵塞
choke up
become too upset to speak （因激动等）哽得说不出话；堵塞
destination
n. 目的地
skip▲
v. 略过，跳过；跳跃
sorrowful
a. showing or causing sadness 伤心的，悲伤的
sorrow n.
in the distance
far away
unpack
v. take out (things) from (a suitcase, etc.) 打开
right away
at once
Proper Names
Foster Furcolo
福斯特·弗克洛
Ed
埃德（男子名）
Tim Shea
蒂姆·谢
Parker
帕克（姓氏或男子名）
Culver
卡尔弗（姓氏）
Tom
汤姆（男子名） |