第六单元 The Green Banana（现代大学英语精读1 第二版）

Unit 6 Text A

The Green Banana

By Donald Batchelder 

Although it might have happened anywhere, my encounter with the green banana sta rted on a steep mountain road in the central area of Brazil. My ancient jeep was straining up through beautiful countryside when the radiator began to leak, and I was ten miles from the nearest mechanic. The over-heated engine forced me to st op at the next village, which consisted of a small store and a few houses that we re scattered here and there. People came over to look. They could see three fine streams of hot water spouting from holes in the jacket of the radiator."That's easy to fix,?nbsp;a man said. He sent a boy running for some green bananas. He patted me on the shoulder, assuring me that everything would work out. "Green bananas," he smiled. Everyone agreed.

We chattered casually while all the time I was wondering what they could possibly do to my radiator with their green bananas. I did not ask them, though, as that would show my ignorance, so I talked about the beauty of the land that lay before our eyes. Huge rock formations, like Sugar Loaf in Rio, rose up all around us."Do you see that tall one right over there?" asked the man, pointing to a particu larly tall, slender pinnacle of dark rock. "That rock marks the center of the world."

I looked to see if he was teasing me, but his face was serious. He, in turn, inspected me carefully, as if to make sure I grasped the significance of his statement. The occasion called for some show of recognition on my part."The center of t he world?" I repeated, trying to show interest if not complete acceptance. He nodded."The absolute center. Everyone around here knows it."

At that moment the boy returned with an armful of green bananas. The man cut one in half and pressed the cut end against the radiator jacket. The banana melted into a glue against the hot metal, stopping the leaks instantly. I was so astonished at this that I must have looked rather foolish and everyone laughed. They then refilled my radiator and gave me extra bananas to take along in case my radiator should give me trouble again. An hour later, after using the green banana once more, my radiator and I reached our destination. The local mechanic smiled."Who t aught you about the green banana?" I gave him the name of the village. "Did they show you the rock marking the center of the world?" he asked. I assured him they had. "My grandfather came from there," ;he said. "The exact center. Everyone around here has always known about it."

As a product of American education, I had never paid the slightest attention to the green banana, except to regard it as a fruit whose time had not yet come. Sud denly, on that mountain road, its time had come to meet my need. But as I reflected on it further, I realized that the green banana had been there all along. Its time reached back to the very origins of the banana. The people in that village had known about it for years. It was my own time that had come, all in relation to it. I came to appreciate the special genius of those people, and the special pot ential of the green banana. I had been wondering for some time about what educators like to call "learning moments" and I now knew I had just experienced two of them at once.

It took me a little longer to fully grasp the importance of the rock which the villagers believed marked the center of the world. I had at first doubted their claim, as I knew for a fact that the center was located somewhere else in New England. After all, my grandfather had come from there. But gradually I realized the village people had a very reasonable belief and I agreed with them. We all tend to regard as the center that special place where we are known, where we know others , where things mean much to us, and where we ourselves have both identity and mea ning: family, school, town and local region could all be our center of the world.

The lesson which gradually dawned on me was actually very simple. Every place has special meanings for the people in it, and in a certain sense every place repre sents the center of the world. The world has numerous such centers, and no one st udent or traveler can experience all of them. But once a conscious breakthrough to a second center is made, a life-long perspective and collection can begin.

The cultures of the world are full of unexpected green bananas with special valu e and meaning. They have been there for ages, ripening slowly, perhaps waiting pa tiently for people to come along to encounter them. In fact, a green banana is waiting for all of us if we would leave our own centers of the world in order to experience other places.

青香蕉     

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尽管这种事情在任何地方都可能发生，但我与青香蕉的邂逅却源自于巴西腹地一条险峻的山路上。我那老式吉普车正吃力地穿过景色优美的乡村，这时，水箱突然漏水了，而离我最近的汽车修理站也还要十英里。发动机过热迫使我在临近的村庄停了下来。村里有一个小商店和分布在四处的几座房子。有村民围过来看，三股细细的热水柱从水箱外壳上的小孔喷出来。“这容易解决，”一个人说到。他让一个小男孩跑去拿些青香蕉来。这个人还拍了拍我的肩膀，安慰我问题会解决的。“青香蕉。”他笑了，其余的人都这么说着。  

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我和他们闲聊起来，心里却一直在想他们用这青香蕉怎么能修补好水箱。毫无疑问，提问会暴露我的无知，因此我开始赞叹眼前美丽的乡村景色。耸立在我们周围巨大的岩石群，很像里约热内卢著名的糖面包山。“看见那边那块高高的岩石了吗？”那人指着一块特别高而且细长的黑色石柱问我，“那块岩石标志着世界的中心。”

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我看着他，想知道他是否在和我开玩笑，但他却表情严肃，反过来认真地审视着我，似乎想确定我是否领会了他那句话的深刻含义。这种情况要求我必须表现出认同。他点头说：“绝对是中心。这儿的人都知道。”   

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这时，小男孩抱着青香蕉回来了。那个男子把其中一根掰成两半，将其断口处按在水箱的外壳上。香蕉遇到炙热的金属融成了胶，立刻就堵住了漏洞。面对如此情景，我惊呆了，我当时的表情一定是傻傻的，所有的人都笑了起来。他们把我的水箱装满水，又让我带上一些香蕉，以防沿途中水箱再出问题。路上，我又用了一次青香蕉，一个小时后，我开着车到达了目的地。当地的一修理工笑着问我：“谁教你用青香蕉的？”我告诉了他那个村子的名字。“他们有没有指给你看标志世界中心的那块岩石?”他问道。我告诉他，他们指给我看了。“我祖父就是那儿的人，”他说，“那的确是中心。一直以来这儿的人都知道。”  

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作为美国教育的产物，除了把青香蕉当作还没长熟的水果，我从来就没注意过它。但突然在那条山路上，当我需要它时，它正巧出现了。可是仔细想一想，其实青香蕉一直在那儿存在着。时间可以追溯到香蕉的最初的起源。那个村子里的人都知道它已经很多年了，我现在也因此认识它了。我开始珍视村民们的聪明才智和青香蕉的特殊潜能。曾有一段时间，我一直困惑于教育家们提出的“领悟的瞬间”，而现在我知道自己刚刚同时经历了两个这样的瞬间。   

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我又用了一些时间来领会村民们认为那块标志着世界中心的岩石的重要性。开始时我怀疑他们的说法，因为我知道实际上世界的中心是位于新英格兰的某个地方，毕竟，我的祖父就是那儿的人。但我逐渐意识到他们的想法是很有道理的，我赞同了他们的看法。我们都倾向于把一个特殊的地方理解为“中心”：在那儿为人所知，我们也认识其他人；那儿的事物对我们来说都别有意义；那儿有我们的根，有我们存在的价值所在：家庭、学校、城镇以及当地的一切都可能成为我们眼中世界的中心。  

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我渐渐明白了一个其实再简单不过的道理：对于居住在其中的人来说，每个地方都有着特殊的含义，从某种意义上说，每个地方都代表着“世界的中心”。世界上有无数这样的“中心”，没有哪个学生或旅行者能经历所有的这些“中心”。但是，一旦突破这种意识从而建立另一个中心，一个全新的视角将伴随你的一生，并且一种积累的过程也将从此开始。  

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在世界文化之林中充满了你意想不到的含有特殊价值和意义的青香蕉。它们在那里存在很久了，满满地成熟，也许在耐心等待着人们的发现。实际上，青香蕉在等待着我们所有的人离开自己的“中心”，去体验更加广阔的天地。