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  1. 1. HILLS LIKE WHITE ELEPHANTSErnest HemingwayThe hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was noshade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close against theside of the station there was the warm shadow of the building and a curtain, made of strings ofbamboo beads, hung across the open door into the bar, to keep out flies. The American and thegirl with him sat at a table in the shade, outside the building. It was very hot and the express fromBarcelona would come in forty minutes. It stopped at this junction for two minutes and went onto Madrid."What should we drink?" the girl asked. She had taken off her hat and put it on the table."Its pretty hot," the man said.Lets drink beer.""Dos cervezas," the man said into the curtain."Big ones?" a woman asked from the doorway."Yes. Two big ones."The woman brought two glasses of beer and two felt pads. She put the felt pads and the beerglasses on the table and looked at the man and the girl. The girl was looking off at the line ofhills. They were white in the sun and the country was brown and dry."They look like white elephants," she said."Ive never seen one," the man drank his beer."No, you wouldnt have.""I might have," the man said. "Just because you say I wouldnt have doesnt prove anything."The girl looked at the bead curtain. "Theyve painted something on it," she said. "What does itsay?""Anisdel Toro. Its a drink.""Could we try it?"The man called "Listen" through the curtain. The woman came out from the bar."Four reales.""We want two Anis del Toro.""With water?""Do you want it with water?""I dont know," the girl said. "Is is it good with water?"
  2. 2. "Its all right.""You want them with water?" asked the woman."Yes, with water."""It tastes like licorice," the girl said and put the glass down."Thats the way with everything.""Yes," said the girl. "Everything tastes of licorice. Especially all the things youve waited so longfor, like absinthe.""Oh, cut it out.""You started it," the girl said. "I was being amused. I was having a fine time.""Well, lets try and have a fine time.""All right. I was trying. I said the mountains looked like white elephants. Wasnt that bright?""That was bright.""I wanted to try this new drink. Thats all we do, isnt it - look at things and try new drinks?""I guess so."The girl looked across at the hills."Theyre lovely hills," she said. "They dont really look like white elephants. I just meant thecoloring of their skin through the trees.""Should we have another drink?""All right."The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table."The beers nice and cool," the man said."Its lovely," the girl said."Its really an awfully simple operation, Jig," the man said. "Its not really an operation at all."The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on."I know you wouldnt mind it, Jig. Its really not anything. Its just to let the air in."The girl did not say anything."Ill go with you and Ill stay with you all the time. They just let the air in and then its allperfectly natural.""Then what will we do afterward?""Well be fine afterward. Just like we were before."
  3. 3. "What makes you think so?""Thats the only thing that bothers us. Its the only thing thats made us unhappy."The girl looked at the bead curtain, put her hand out and took hold of two of the strings of beads."And you think then well be all right and happy.""I know we will. You dont have to be afraid. Ive known lots of people that have done it.""So have I," said the girl. "And afterward they were all so happy.""Well," the man said, "if you dont want to you dont have to. I wouldnt have you do it if youdidnt want to. But I know its perfectly simple.""And you really want to?""I think its the best thing to do. But I dont want you to do it if you dont really want to.""And if I do it youll be happy and things will be like they were and youll love me?""I love you now. You know I love you.""I know. But if I do it, then it will be nice again if I say things are like white elephants, and youlllike it?""Ill love it. I love it now but I just cant think about it. You know how I get when I worry.""If I do it you wont ever worry?""I wont worry about that because its perfectly simple.""Then Ill do it. Because I dont care about me.""What do you mean?""I dont care about me.""What do you mean?""I dont care about me.""Well, I care about you.""Oh, yes. But I dont care about me. And Ill do it and then everything will be fine.""I dont want you to do it if you feel that way.""The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the other side, were fields ofgrain and trees along the bands of the Ebro. Far away, beyond the river, were mountains. Theshadow of a cloud moved across the field of grain and she saw the river through the trees."And we could have all this," she said. "And we could have everything and every day we make itmore impossible.""What did you say?"
  4. 4. "I said we could have everything.""We can have everything.""No, we cant.""We can have the whole world.""No, we cant.""We can go everywhere.""No, we cant. It isnt ours any more.""Its ours.""No, it isnt. And once they take it away, you never get it back.""But they havent taken it away.""Well wait and see.""Come on back in the shade," he said. "You mustnt feel that way.""I dont feel any way," the girl said. "I just know things.""I dont want you to do anything that you dont want to do-""Nor that isnt good for me," she said. "I know. Could we have another beer?""All right. But youve got to realize-""I realize," the girl said, "Cant we maybe stop talking?"They sat down at the table and the girl looked across at the hills on the dry side of the valley andthe man looked at her and at the table."Youve got to realize," he said, "that I dont want you to do it if you dont want to. Im perfectlywilling to go through with it if it means anything to you.""Does it mean anything to you? We could get along.""Of course it does. But I dont want anybody but you. I dont want any one else. And I know itsperfectly simple.""Yes, you know its perfectly simple.:"Its all right for you to say that, but I do know it.""Would you do something for me now?""Id do anything for you.""Would you please pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease stop talking?"He did not say anything but looked at the bags against the wall of the station. There were labelson them from all the hotels where they had spent nights.
  5. 5. "But I dont want you to," he said, "I dont care anything about it.""Ill scream," the girl said.The woman came out through the curtains with two glasses of beer and put them down on thedamp felt pads. "The train comes in five minutes," she said."What did she say?" asked the girl."That the train is coming in five minutes.""The girl smiled brightly at the woman, to thank her."Id better take the bags over to the other side of the station," the man said. She smiled at him."All right. Then come back and well finish the beer."He picked up the two heavy bags and carried them around the station to the other tracks butcould not see the train. Coming back, he walked through the barroom, where people waiting forthe train were drinking. He drank an Anis at the bar and looked at the people. They were allwaiting reasonably for the train. He went out through the bead curtain. She was sitting at thetable and smiled at him."Do you feel better?" he asked."I feel fine," she said. "Theres nothing wrong with me. I feel fine."Comprehension Check1. What do you think is the significance of the title to the story?2. What do you think will happen next in the story?3. Why or why not will the character’s plan work?4. What do you think the character will do next?5. Why do you think the girl was unhappy?6. What do you think would help to fix the problem the character is having?VulturesChinua AchebeIn the greynessand drizzle of one despondentdawn unstirred by harbingersof sunbreak a vultureperching high on broken
  6. 6. bones of a dead treenestled close to hismate his smoothbashed-in head, a pebbleon a stem rooted ina dump of grossfeathers, inclined affectionatelyto hers. Yesterday they pickedthe eyes of a swollencorpse in a water-loggedtrench and ate thethings in its bowel. Fullgorged they chose their roostkeeping the hollowed remnantin easy range of coldtelescopic eyes...Strangeindeed how love in otherways so particularwill pick a cornerin that charnel-housetidy it and coil up there, perhapseven fall asleep - her faceturned to the wall!...Thus the Commandant at BelsenCamp going home for
  7. 7. the day with fumes ofhuman roast clingingrebelliously to his hairynostrils will stopat the wayside sweet-shopand pick up a chocolatefor his tender offspringwaiting at home for Daddysreturn...Praise bounteousprovidence if you willthat grants even an ogrea tiny glow-wormtenderness encapsulatedin icy caverns of a cruelheart or else despairfor in the very germof that kindred love islodged the perpetuityof evil.1. What is the poem all about?2. What is the central idea of the poem?