'I kept recalling everything, lying in bed in the mornings -the tiny steamboat that had a long rounded stern like the lip of a Ubangi, and how quietly he ran on the moonlight sails, when the older boys played their mandolins and the girls sang and they ate doughnuts dipped in sugar, and how sweet the music was on the water in the shining night, and what it had felt like to think about girls then.' The only thing that was wrong now, was the sound of the place, an unfamiliar nervous sound of the outboard motors. This was the note that jarred, the thing that would sometimes break the illusion and set the years moving. In those other summertime’s, all motors were inboard; and when they were at a small distance, the noise they made was a sedative, an ingredient of summer sleep. While time has preserved White's lake, what they calls a 'holy spot,' there were moments that forced White to acknowledge that indeed, time had passed. White views this as an interruption to his nostalgia. Nostalgia is a romantic, rose-colored way of taking a look at the past. This interruption surfaces as they compares how the boats from his childhood sounded compared to modern
'I kept recalling everything, lying in bed in the mornings -the tiny steamboat that had a long rounded stern like the lip of a Ubangi, and how quietly he ran on the moonlight sails, when the older boys played their mandolins and the girls sang and they ate doughnuts dipped in sugar, and how sweet the music was on the water in the shining night, and what it had felt like to think about girls then.' The only thing that was wrong now, was the sound of the place, an unfamiliar nervous sound of the outboard motors. This was the note that jarred, the thing that would sometimes break the illusion and set the years moving. In those other summertime’s, all motors were inboard; and when they were at a small distance, the noise they made was a sedative, an ingredient of summer sleep. While time has preserved White's lake, what they calls a 'holy spot,' there were moments that forced White to acknowledge that indeed, time had passed. White views this as an interruption to his nostalgia. Nostalgia is a romantic, rose-colored way of taking a look at the past. This interruption surfaces as they compares how the boats from his childhood sounded compared to modern