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By the West Pier

Our Obituaries Editor's diary

Jul 19th 2010 | BRIGHTON

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Friday

LIVING by the sea inspires two different sorts of behaviour. The first is that you notice the sea all the time. The second is that you cease to notice it, or fear it.

On the one hand, the sea dominates everything. First thing in the morning, even before I listen to the news, I check on the sea’s mood and colour and the texture of the waves. They are never remotely the same from one day to the next. The rippling, variegated strips of green light and blue shade may be replaced with deep purples, pale pinks, a grey dark as pewter or a greenish beige, like sand. The horizon is sharp as a ruler or may disappear, the sky inverting the sea. The waves thrash and smash against the jetties (whoever thought the Channel was a calm sea?), lie stippled

and scumbled like the skin of a beast, gather all over like ruched silk, or pulsate, no more, beneath an untroubled sky. South-westerlies outrage the sea, but under north-easterlies it labours to move, with tide and wind negating each other. Every cloud in the heavens also sails, in fragments, in the sea.

The sea’s vast, uncompromising light gets in everywhere. It fades the pictures, bleaches out the curtains, and falls unsparingly on driftwood and part-painted furni,ture as advertised in Coast magazine. It rots the window frames, cakes the panes with salt, and corrodes anything metal down to brown, bleeding rust. Cartloads of shingle are flung across the promenade in winter. The grand Regency terraces of Brighton need painting every other year as the sea eats away at the stucco, and even the seagulls specialise in a form of salty shit that digs into the gloss of cars. Even several miles away from it, even on calm days, I lick the salt from my lips.

Yet as all this work of erosion and destructio n goes on, it’s strange how I also forget the sea. Above the noise of traffic you don’t hear it from the cliff-top, except on the wildest winter days. The chorus of dawn birds is louder. So silent and constant is the presence of the sea that I may go most of a day without observing it, or even registering that it is there. It is hypnotic and inescapable, yet I push it to a corner of my mind. I consider, but don’t dwell on, its mysterious connections with us in its chemical composition, its pulses and its tides. I sit beside it, reading or drinking my coffee, as though it is some sort of tamed, predictable animal that has no closer connection with me.

In one of Charles Dickens’s most sentimental scenes, the old coachman Barkis in “David Copperfield” delays hi s dying while the sea is full and coming onshore, but eventually “goes out with the tide”. Fishermen’s folklore, Dickens writes, says men and women cannot die while the tide is rising. Victorian mawkishness, we say. Yet we know that life came out of the sea, as the first peculiar living forms flopped out, and gasped in air, on such a beach as this. And isn’t there also that faint feeling, as we run shrieking in and out of it, or defy its inexorable surge with our pitiful fusillades of stones, that death too, quite naturally, rides in and out with the sea?

Thursday

HALF a mile west of Brighton’s jolly Palace Pier, the skeleton of the old West Pier stands in the sea. It was once the most beautiful pier in the land, built by the great Eugenius Birch in 1866, with white kiosks and pavilions of lacy wrought iron stretching out into the Channel, and fashionable couples strolling. It is still Grade-1 listed, of the highest architectural interest, the only pier in Britain to be so. But it has had a cruel history. Neglect, dilapidation, storm and fire have gradually reduced it to a rusting hulk, like the rib-cage of a whale. One of the last parts to go, in February, was once the concert hall. On moonlit nights, when the pier is silhouetted against the glittering water, the

ghost-sounds of a Palm Court orchestra seem to lilt across the waves.

In razzy, cheery Brighton, with its crowds of tottering hen-night girls and tattooed, tanked-up young men, with its throat-catching smells of candy-floss and chip-oil, with its bandstands and whizzing windmills and cacophonous diving gulls, it seems odd to preserve a dead thing. This is not a place for ruins. Other parts of England, such as Cornwall or the North York Moors, seem ideally suited for toppling, roofless piles, for old chimneys or for cloisters occupied by birds. Any dreamy, pen-chewing poet would feel at home there, musing on mortality. Brighton is a place for jugglers, unicycles, roundabouts, and flying up from giant trampolines into the wild, music-booming sky.

Some people, of course, would like to see the old pier go. But most treasure it. They sit beside it companionably, as if at a wake; the old skeleton seems to impose a philosophical quiet. Artists paint it, in as many moods as there are shades in the sky. They fish by it, because the

silver-flicking mackerel come there in dense shoals, feeding on the funeral weeds that hang among the girders. They take each other’s photographs on mobile phones, grinning, thumbs-up life beside death. At very low tides they scramble dangerously round the exposed, rusting bones. Under the arches beneath the promenade lie more remains in a sort of graveyard: acanthus-topped columns, iron railings with heads of Poseidon, bits and pieces of sculpted dolphins, all implying that the Victorians controlled the sea as boldly as the rest of the empire, until the storms came.

Every so often a scheme comes up for the wholesale revamping of this part of the seafront. The latest is a tall, slim observation tower at the pier’s foot from which t o survey the city from every angle. But the citizens of Brighton do not want things too much tidied up or modernised. If the tower is built, as it seems now it will be, they want to look out from its sleek steel verandas at the crumbling, familiar cage, crouching below. At sunset the pier becomes a work of art, as insubstantial as a barred cloud floating on the fiery waves. In winter thousands of starlings perform their murmurations round it, banking swiftly and silently in vast helices across the sky. Lying out there, the pier makes a momentomori, like a black-bordered brooch that flatters the city’s plump, garrulous, sun-burned throat. And as long as it remains, blatant in its disintegration, there also remains the possibility that it may one day, somehow, rise again.

Wednesday

TO WANDER on the Downs is inevitably to walk with ghosts. The land has been shaped by men and women as much as by Nature. Quarries, tumuli and terraces mark it all over, before we even consider the furrows and radio masts of the present day. As I lie in the shelter of a burial mound, out of the bitter wind (as two tangle-fleeced sheep have discovered before me), the shades of Neolithic worshippers creep through the grass. The sheep thud away, but the ghosts remain. Ancient humans liked the view of the sea from here, and the sudden warmth of the sun, as I do. Fragments of their cutting tools still lie in the chalk, and they grew thin crops here, not seeming to care how much more fertile the valleys were. Their broad, ugly, kindly faces watch in the sunlight as I write, and their breathing is quiet under the hill.

Rest-harrow and ladies-slipper grow in the turf here. These too summon up ghosts, this time medieval ones: the peasant laying down his wooden machine and flopping down himself, running with sweat on a spring day as the thin, hard earth breaks up in flints, swigging from the flask at his waist, or sheltering under his cloak from the thin spring rain; or the yellow-slippered girl, in a green gown and with loose hair, running up here alone. Speedwell is their flower too, with its blue like a song of cheer, and so is eyebright, which clears away the dust of travel. Wherever these grow there is a sense of people journeying. They have passed here, and they are hardly any distance ahead—if I run, I will catch up with them, before they disappear into the wood.

The deep banked path from Woodingdean to Lewes, called Juggs Lane, has the noisiest ghosts. There I trail after 19th-century fish-wives, in

pattens and tucked-up skirts, carrying herring and mackerel from Brighton to the towns inland. (“Jugs” was the Lewes slang for Brighton folk.) They tell bawdy Chaucerian tales, and show their crooked, gappy teeth like horses when they laugh. If it rains, their shoes slip on the chalk, as mine do, and I take their recommendation to walk where the gravelly stones have been washed down, deepening the track in their wake. When I pick blackberries on the path under Kingston Ridge they pick with me, their tanned, sinewy arms oblivious to scratches, their laughing mouths purple with juice. They walk the eight miles, and walk them back, with no option of catching the bus at one end of the journey: just a pause for a drink of beer, a readjustment of hairpins and a hitch of fishy stockings, the empty baskets now light on their shoulders, before they must return again.

Modern walkers pass me on these paths, too, with mountainous backpacks and bedrolls, their noses buried in maps. They wish me a good afternoon, and imagine they have lightened my solitary state. So they have; but I walk—as I often walk—in a flickering press of the still-vivid dead, and the buzz of their words.

Tuesday

ON THE beach or on my walks I like to travel light. I take the smallest possible knapsack, containing a map, a notebook, money, a pen, a pencil in case the pen lets me down, plasters for blisters, my door-keys. And a shell.

Today’s is a dark blue snail-shell, spiralled and chequered with paler blue and purple, picked up somewhere on the Downs. At other times I’ve travelled with whelk or periwinkle shells, found usually at Hope Cove near the Seven Sisters, where there’s a rare staircase down to a cramped beach backed with towers of chalk and littered with giant white cubes of it. The pocket of my favourite walking jacket conceals in its lining the tiny, white, paper-thin shell of some chalk-dwelling snail, picked out on Seaford Head from hundreds of others among the sheepsbitscabious and thyme.

I carry shells for the feel of them: their lightness, smoothness and dryness, like a totem to be touched as I walk. I love their perfect spirals flowing comfortably out and round from the raised central point, end to beginning and beginning to end. It is astonishing that such beauty should be scattered as prodigally as ordinary clods and stones. Such wonders should not be thrown away like this. “When we h ave shuffled off this

mortal coil”, Hamlet says, and apparently he means the turmoil of the world; but I always think of “coil” as something between one of these shells, and the skin of a snake. These little mortal coils lie everywhere, scrunching under my boots.

Yet they are not entirely empty to me. The earth enters them, and the wind fills them. The music of tiny shells is not exactly audible, but I imagine it as a deeper amplification of all the sounds around me: breeze, waves, skylarks, encapsulated in this curving ear as they are centred and grounded in mine. Whatever lived in these shells has long since disappeared, but there is still a sense of previous occupation—by something perhaps more exotic and lovely than the slimy mollusk we occasionally disturb. Absence becomes presence, and an empty shell is a companion in a way a stone is not.

What do we humans leave behind? Heavier coverings: rusting corrugated iron, broken-down walls, or at Hope Cove giant concrete blocks, mimicking the cliffs, whiskered with antique wire. We leave rumours of old wars, and long-forgotten fears of invasion by Frenchmen or Germans. We leave houseloads of old, dark furniture, matching sets, unwise buys. But we may also bequeath something light and beautiful, like a snail’s sh ell. The pencil I carry in my back-back is a silver-plated Eversharp with propelling leads, which my mother left in her drawer when she died. It bears her maiden name on the side. She was never without a pencil of some sort and, in her frugal way, used them until they were two-inch stubs, sharpening them carefully with a razor blade. But this one was the

non-pareil, which never needed sharpening and would never break. It was her pride and joy. To carry it is to feel again that she walks with me, ready and practical, stepping out fast, and always quicker than me to spot the bird’s foot trefoil or the rock-rose—or, nestling in some mouse-hole or tuft of grass, the perfect shell.

Monday

OBITUARIES editors probably belong by the sea. The cries of seagulls are their music, fading into infinity, and the light-filled sky bursts open like a gateway out of the world. The elderly gravitate there, shuffling in cheerful pairs along Marine Parade or jogging in slow motion past the Sea Gull Café, intent on some distant goal. Their skin is weathered and tanned, as if they have fossilised themselves in ozone to keep death at bay. They wear bright trainers, young clothes. But they have shifted to the shore here, or in Bexhill, or in Eastbourne, as if to the edge of life, and each flapping deck-chair reserves a waiting-place.

Among those deck-chairs, slammed out on the shingle by a yobbish pair of entrepreneurs (though they are meant to be free), a man moves in the morning with a grabber and a black bag. To the strains of old Motown songs from the waking-up pier, he is gathering litter. To the faraway eye he leaves the beach astonishingly clean, a homogeneous brown contrasting nicely with the aqua railings and the white stucco streets. Up close, though, all is different.

Man-made fragments of all kinds still lie among the pebbles. They are sea-worn and tiny, but each one calls up a human scene. That four-inch piece of green plastic rope came from a fishing boat, probably attached to a lobster kreel, thrown overboard on some day when the sea was rough and the sou-westerlies were lashing the men in their soaked, slick rubber overalls. That blue cap came from a sun-block bottle, shaken by a pony-tailed girl over shoulders already too plump and pink, which would hurt her next day, though she didn’t care. That 50-pence piece, already greenish, was part of a small boy’s precious ice-cream money, whose loss

he wept over with hot tears while his mother scolded him. The smallest bits of jetsam, like the most transient incidents in a life, can be the most evocative. After a while the beach grows noisy with ghosts.

It also acquires a photographer, a woman in a wind-roiled pashmina, who kneels down close to the pebbles to photograph them. We are told—by Clarence Ellis, in his classic stud y “The Pebbles on the Beach”—that the stones at Brighton are mostly just flints that have fallen out of the chalk. But up close they are every colour—red, grey, black-and-white, amber, tawny, slate. They have tiger stripes or leopard spots, or holes through them. Some, if split and polished, as the Victorians loved to do, will reveal fossilized stems and exoskeletons. Others seem to preserve the movement of old fire. They are round, flat, hexagonal, oval, heart-shaped. Some make excellent skimmers, which is what most

beach-goers use them for. Others plop disappointingly. In their millions they tumble back and forth in the waves, piling up in huge banks which some of us wish could be shovelled up by diggers to reveal the undoubted smooth sand underneath. But every one has something of interest to commend it. And so, too, thinks the obituaries editor—pockets heavy with collecting—has even the smallest and most overlooked human life.

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Reading, My Love! Reading is a teacher 阅读是一位老师 Teach me more knowledge 教会我更多的知识 Reading is a kind of enjoyment 阅读，是一种享受， Open the window 帮我打开心灵的窗户 Led me into the colorful world 让我走进那个五彩缤纷的世界 Reading is a guide 阅读是一位向导 Led me walk out of confusion 引领着我走出困惑和迷茫 Reading is a ray of sunshine 阅读是一束阳光 To shine on my long life 照耀着我漫长的人生道 Reading are colorful flowers 阅读是一朵朵五颜六色的鲜花 Dress up my colorful inner world 装扮着我五彩斑斓的内心世界 Reading is clear spring 阅读是清澈的泉水 He watered my heart 浇灌着我的心田 Reading is a treasure bo，x full of wisdom 阅读是一个装满 智慧的宝盒 Help me when I'm in trouble 在我遇到困难时暗暗帮助我

Walking into reading 走入阅读 I went into my world 就走入了我的世界 Reading makes me happy Reading makes me clever Reading makes me confident I will read! Everyday!

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看原版英文电影学纯正英语 不少英语学习者都有这样的困惑：学了十几年的英语，通过了考试，能完全听懂标准语速的英语新闻广播，可就是听（看）不懂英语原版影视剧（无中文字幕），这使他们开始怀疑自己的听力能力。 要解决这个问题，我们先来了解一下新闻英语和影视英语之间的区别。首先，两者在语体上有较大的区别。前者是书面语体的口头形式，用于正式的交际场合，经过加工和润饰，比较文雅，是合乎标准的书面语言，因而使较多使用长句、复句、结构严谨的完整句。布局层次分明、逻辑关系严谨是它的主要特征。后者为口头语体，以日常会话为基本形式，一般用于交际双方直接接触的场合，因而多使用短句、单句、省略句。随意性，不完整是它的主要特征。在英语学习过程中，我国的英语学习者接触的绝大部分是书面语体。而在英语影视剧中，口头体的语言材料是最重要的特征，具体表现为口语中流行的惯用表达方式、俚语以及相关的跨文化因素。其次，在语言材料的输出方面二者也存在较大的差异。英语新闻或英语故事通常是一人输出，输出者往往经过专业训练，发音标准流畅，语速均匀。以美国英语为例，语音输出速率一般在150音节/分钟，而在影视中，角色众多，根据剧情的要求，每个角色都有自身特有的语音、语调和语速，再加上连读、弱读等，这些都使其与英语学习都所熟悉的听力材料相差甚远，故造成了难以看（听）懂英语原版影视的情况。 因此，看原版英语影视剧是练习英语听说的最好途径，影视剧通过声音与图像共同组成了完整的信息，将视觉刺激和听觉刺激有效地结合在一起，这是其它学习手段所不能达到的，同时还可以调动学习英语的兴趣，做到寓学于乐。 那么怎样才能使学习者基本上能听懂原版英语影视剧呢？ 第一，正确选择影视材料。在初级阶段，可选择那些与日常生活比较贴近、故事情节较强的影视材料，如肥皂剧。不要选那些专业术语较多或是逻辑推理较强的影视材料，如科幻、法律、医学、刑侦等。不宜选情景剧，因为情景剧一般固定在一、两个场景中，故事情节不足，有碍学习者对剧情的理解，另一方面情景剧对话多、信息量大且密集度高。加之丰富的俚语、流行语和文化背景知识，更增加了理解的困难。此外，也不要选择卡通片，因为卡通片的角色的语音和语调其极夸张，不易理解。建议采用电视剧作入门材料，每一集比较短，一般在45分钟左右，情节交代比较详细，剧情发展比较慢而又相对独立，便于理解。 第二，采用正确的学习方法。在观看学习时，绝对不能看字幕（可将字幕隐去），要强迫自己全身心去听、去理解，坚持由浅入深、循序渐进的原则。建议每天花一天两个小时，第次看一集，每一集至少看四遍。第一遍以了解剧情为主，不必在意能听懂多少；第二遍全神贯注地观看，尽可能地去理解；第三遍要有针对性地观看，对于不易听懂的对话要反复多次听，对实在听不懂的，建议使用复读机听写软件观看，既方便，效果又好，如能做到听写台词则效果更佳；第四遍，将这一集配上英文字幕，再看一遍。四遍看完之后，再仔细研读剧本。弄清楚难点和生词，并将一些比较好的表达方式、惯用法等记录下来作为积累，并不断练习提高英语口语能力。此外，如有必要也可看过两、三遍之后，再用MP3随时听。在有关的共享网站上，可下载各种影视剧的视频、MP3、英文剧本和中英文字幕。 在第一阶段的学习中，可选择Desperate Housewives(绝望的主妇)作入门材料。该剧曾经获得全美收视冠军，它贴近日常生活，剧情引人入胜，更主要的是它的语言比较简单规范、地道，没有像情景剧那么多的惯用法、流行语和俚语，同时又有舒缓优美的女声旁白惯穿于全剧，特别有助于对剧情的理解，这也是该剧的一大特色。非常适合于初学者。Desperate Housewives(绝望的主妇) 现在有三季，每季有二十三集。看完这三季，学习者观看英语原版影视的能力会得到较大的提高。 第二阶段的学习可采用Gilmore Girls(共七季)这也是一部生活剧，特别适合青少年学生观看，其语言规范易懂。还有One Tree Hill（篮球兄弟）共三季，是一部有关篮球的青少年偶像剧。

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