Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Analytical Summary of the Essay : Seaside : Robert Lynd

Analytical Summary of the Essay : Robert Lynd : SEA-SIDE 
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Robert Lynd describes the various scenes on the seaside. Butterflies rise from the sands and pour over the sandhills. Brown, red and white butterflies wander all day among the heights and hollows. Black and red bees live among the blue flowers of the sea-holly. Sands are marked with the foot-prints of birds, rabbits and small creatures. It is a mystery how grasses and other plants grow in the parched soil. There are rows of shrubs and flowers like rest-harrow and hearts-ease and fields of primroses. Larks rise and sing over the waste of the sea. 

On the beach, men and women and children move about like pretty insects. They are busy doing nothing. The children fly kites which look like large black birds. Elderly men also do this as a pursuit The kite-flyer enjoys the pleasure alone. He lets fly the kite and watches its movement in the sky. Those who play with balls on the beach are the sociable mortals. Many play tennis, cricket, football, croquet and golf. They play idly and do not care whether they hit or miss. All men and women and children are active on the beach. No one is idle. They move like bees and butterflies. 

There are philosophers who have praised idleness. But the tents on the beach are full of new activities. People come to the seaside not for idleness, but for new kind of activities. During holidays, we work too much. The author extemporizes a game of cricket with his walking-stick and with two children's spades for a wicket. In the lonely seaside or hills he can play like Mead or Woolley. The round ball is the symbol of perfection and man can find it a pleasure to pursue this. One should master it as one masters serious games of life. Man masters the globe of waters and the universe of spheres. So also he masters playing with balls and marbles. A pastime is a pursuit It may be done as industriously as any serious thing of life. 

There are other games on the beach. The shrimpers catch shrimps with their nets. The women with black dress and black shawls over their heads wade up to their waists to catch shrimps. They work silently. They are silent sisters of the waters scouring the sea for creatures that will not fetch a penny a dozen. Children do this for pleasure. It is the money taint that destroys the pleasures of fishing, digging and other amusements of children. Children are gallant diggers engaged in building castles, towns and digging wells and channels. Elderly people also join them. One man turns out pies from the bucket for the amusement of a child. The child slaps the pie into ruin. The father beams with pride at this cotuageous deed of the child. Another elderly man longs for a little exercise, but his child moves forward with pauses every five minutes. Every time it sees a shell, it stops and picks it up and holds it for commendation from his parent He tries to distract the child's attention from the shells by dancing and making faces..But the child regards all his exercises as none of its business. 

Amid all these parents, babies, diggers, kite-fliers, a constant stream of human beings flows across the beach in battling costumes. Rescuers stand and wait on the edge of the sea. If any of the bathers venture out a little further than the rest, he whistles in such a shrill manner that even a drowned man looks out to see what has happen.. In the sea there are many dangers—holes, channels and undertow. The rescuers keep up sounding music especially on a day of wind and waves. These people are very stern. They would not allow the boys on the sands with their castles and buildings. They frighten the people with their gestures and deafen them with their trumpets. No one would dare to defy them. The author finds pleasure. sitting down. two feet of water. It is a great pleasure for him to roll about in the breaking waves after a storm. He can lazily bathe in the shallow water as he moves on the sand hills. The trumpets of rescuers meant for daring swimmers do not disturb the author. 

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