E. B. White’s Once More to the Lake is a very well written essay. The back and forth reflections of his childhood to adulthood is engaging. The way he compares his child self to his son arrests the whole essay. White’s story captures the essence of childhood memories. Reflecting beautifully will bring beauty, this is what White did.
Retrospect is the main idea of White’s Once More to the Lake. Throughout the essay, White constantly reflects on his childhood and days at the lake in Maine. He often compares his own son to the days of his youth. White also catches himself not knowing the difference between his son and himself at times, briefly going through déjà vu like trance when reminiscing. It seems as if his connection to the past has somehow slipped into his present day reality.
The imagery White uses in his essay mirrors poetry. He makes a very strong point with the painting of his statement. For example, when speaking of his imagery of the lake; “I wondered how time would have marred this unique, this holy spot—the coves and streams, the hills that the sun set behind, the camps and the paths behind the camps” he paints a picture. Once again, when reflecting how beautiful the mornings were; “The lake was cool and motionless, remembered how the bedroom smelled of the lumber it was made of and the wet woods whose scent entered through the screen”. Very valid details and descriptions are made when he reflects. This is great. All great authors should make very detailed descriptions when stating or telling something that they really want the reader to capture. White actually takes you to where or what he is talking about. The significance of White’s last sentence was very appealing. Sort of like a cliff hanger, it leaves you pondering a bit, leaves you wanting to know more. The statement is foreshadowed where he sates “My groin felt the chill of death”. A statement such as that could be a bit bewildering, however, when resonating what the