Beatrice and Virgil
By Yann Martel
Hardcover, 224 pages
Spiegel & Grau
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(Virgil and Beatrice are sitting at the foot of the tree. They are looking out blankly. Silence.)
VIRGIL: What I'd give for a pear.
BEATRICE: A pear?
VIRGIL: Yes. A ripe and juicy one.
BEATRICE: I've never had a pear.
BEATRICE: In fact, I don't think I've ever set eyes on one.
VIRGIL: How is that possible? It's a common fruit.
BEATRICE: My parents were always eating apples and carrots. I guess they didn't like pears.
VIRGIL: But pears are so good! I bet you there's a pear tree right around here. (He looks about.)
BEATRICE: Describe a pear for me. What is a pear like?
VIRGIL: (settling back) I can try. Let's see . . . To start with, a pear has an unusual shape. It's round and fat on the bottom, but tapered on top.
BEATRICE: Like a gourd.
VIRGIL: A gourd ? You know gourds but you don't know pears? How odd the things we know and don't. At any rate, no, a pear is smaller than an average gourd, and its shape is more pleasing to the eye. A pear becomes tapered in a symmetrical way, its upper half sitting straight and centred atop its lower half. Can you see what I mean?
BEATRICE: I think so.
VIRGIL: Let's start with the bottom half. Can you imagine a fruit that is round and fat?
BEATRICE: Like an apple?
VIRGIL: Not quite. If you look at an apple with your mind's eye, you will notice that the girth of the apple is at its widest either in the middle of the fruit or in the top third, isn't that so?
BEATRICE: You're right. A pear is not like this?
VIRGIL: No. You must imagine an apple that is at its widest in the bottom third.
BEATRICE: I can see it.
VIRGIL: But we must not push the comparison too far. The bottom of a pear is not like an apple's.
VIRGIL: No. Most apples sit on their buttocks, so to speak, on a circular ridge or on four or five points that keep them from falling over. Past the buttocks, a little ways up, there's what would be the anus of the fruit if the fruit were a beast.
BEATRICE: I see precisely what you mean.
VIRGIL: Well, a pear is not like that. A pear has no buttocks. Its bottom is round.
BEATRICE: So how does it stay up?
VIRGIL: It doesn't. A pear either dangles from a tree or lies on its side.
BEATRICE: As clumsy as an egg.
VIRGIL: There's something else about the bottom of a pear: most pears do not have those vertical grooves that some apples have. Most pears have smooth, round, even bottoms.
BEATRICE: How enchanting.
VIRGIL: It certainly is. Now let us move north past our fruity equator.
BEATRICE: I'm following you.
VIRGIL: There comes this tapering I was telling you about.
BEATRICE: I can't quite see it. Does the fruit come to a point? Is it shaped like a cone?
VIRGIL: No. Imagine the tip of a banana.
BEATRICE: Which tip?
VIRGIL: The end tip, the one you hold in your hand when you're eating one.
BEATRICE: What kind of banana? There are hundreds of varieties.
VIRGIL: Are there?
BEATRICE: Yes. Some are as small as fat fingers, others are real clubs. And their shapes vary too, as do their taste.
VIRGIL: I mean the regular, yellow ones that taste really good.
BEATRICE: The common banana, M. sapientum. You probably have the Gros Michel variety in mind.
VIRGIL: I'm impressed.
BEATRICE: I know bananas.
VIRGIL: Better than a monkey. Take the end tip of a common banana, then, and place it on top of an apple, taking into account the differences between apples and pears that I've just described.
BEATRICE: An interesting graft.
VIRGIL: Now make the lines smoother, gentler. Let the banana flare out in a friendly way as it merges into the apple. Can you see it?
BEATRICE: I believe I can.
VIRGIL: One last detail. At the very top of this apple-banana composite, add a surprisingly tough stalk, a real tree trunk of a stalk. There, you have an approximation of a pear.
BEATRICE: A pear sounds like a beautiful fruit.
VIRGIL: It is. In colour, commonly, a pear is yellow with black spots.
BEATRICE: Like a banana again.
VIRGIL: No, not at all. A pear isn't yellow in so bright, lustreless and opaque a way. It's a paler, translucent yellow, moving towards beige, but not creamy, more watery, approaching the visual texture of a watercolour wash. And the spots are sometimes brown.
BEATRICE: How are the spots distributed?
VIRGIL: Not like the spots on a leopard. It's more a matter of areas of shadowing than of real spots, depending on the degree of maturity of the pear. By the way, a ripe pear bruises easily, so it must be handled with care.
BEATRICE: Of course.
VIRGIL: Now the skin. It's a peculiar skin, the pear's, hard to describe. We were speaking of apples and bananas.
VIRGIL: They have smooth, slippery skins.
BEATRICE: They do.
VIRGIL: A pear does not have so smooth or slippery a skin.
VIRGIL: It is so. A pear has a rougher skin.
BEATRICE: Like an avocado's?
VIRGIL: No. But since you mention avocados, a pear is somewhat shaped like an avocado, although the bottom of a pear is usually plumper.
VIRGIL: And a pear becomes thinner in its top half in a more pronounced way than an avocado does. Nonetheless, the two fruits are more or less similar in form.
BEATRICE: I see the shape clearly.
VIRGIL: But you cannot compare their skins! An avocado's skin is as warty as a toad's. An avocado looks like a vegetable with leprosy. The pear is characterized by a thin roughness, delicate and interesting to the touch. If you could magnify it a hundred times, do you know what it would sound like, the sound of fingertips running over the skin of a dry pear?
VIRGIL: It would sound like the diamond of a record player entering a groove. That same dancing crackle, like the burning of the driest, lightest kindling.
BEATRICE: A pear is surely the finest fruit in the world!
VIRGIL: It is, it is! That's the skin of a pear for you.
BEATRICE: Can one eat it?
VIRGIL: Of course. We're not talking here of the waxy, thuggish skin of an orange. The skin of a pear is soft and yielding when ripe.
BEATRICE: And what does a pear taste like?
VIRGIL: Wait. You must smell it first. A ripe pear breathes a fragrance that is watery and subtle, its power lying in the lightness of its impression upon the olfactory sense. Can you imagine the smell of nutmeg or cinnamon?
BEATRICE: I can.
VIRGIL: The smell of a ripe pear has the same effect on the mind as these aromatic spices. The mind is arrested, spellbound, and a thousand and one memories and associations are thrown up as the mind burrows deep to understand the allure of this beguiling smell — which it never comes to understand, by the way.
BEATRICE: But how does it taste? I can't wait any longer.
VIRGIL: A ripe pear overflows with sweet juiciness.
BEATRICE: Oh, that sounds good.
VIRGIL: Slice a pear and you will find that its flesh is incandescent white. It glows with inner light. Those who carry a knife and a pear are never afraid of the dark.
BEATRICE: I must have one.
VIRGIL: The texture of a pear, its consistency, is yet another difficult matter to put into words. Some pears are a little crunchy.
BEATRICE: Like an apple?
VIRGIL: No, not at all like an apple! An apple resists being eaten. An apple is not eaten, it is conquered. The crunchiness of a pear is far more appealing. It is giving and fragile. To eat a pear is akin to . . . kissing.
BEATRICE: Oh, my. It sounds so good.
VIRGIL: The flesh of a pear can be slightly gritty. And yet it melts in the mouth.
BEATRICE: Is such a thing possible?
VIRGIL: With every pear. And that is only the look, the feel, the smell, the texture. I have not even told you of the taste.
BEATRICE: My God!
VIRGIL: The taste of a good pear is such that when you eat one, when your teeth sink into the bliss of one, it becomes a wholly engrossing activity. You want to do nothing else but eat your pear. You would rather sit than stand. You would rather be alone than in company. You would rather have silence than music. All your senses but taste fall inactive. You see nothing, you hear nothing, you feel nothing — or only as it helps you to appreciate the divine taste of your pear.
BEATRICE: But what does it actually taste like?
VIRGIL: A pear tastes like, it tastes like . . . (He struggles. He gives up with a shrug.) I don't know. I can't put it into words. A pear tastes like itself.
BEATRICE: (sadly) I wish you had a pear.
VIRGIL: And if I had one, I would give it to you.
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