Question

Summary of without glasses by Robert lynd.

Answer 1

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There is always much more than what meets the eye. Sure, there is. But what if it is much much more than what the eye can perceive? This is the predicament of the visually impaired sects. And yet they are considered and are expected to be having parity with those who can view the shapes and objects clearly and sharply. I, being a very staunch member of the former caste, have a good insight of the handicaps of myself being there. When I was in class 10th, we had an essay by Robert Lynd “Without Glasses”. It elaborated in great detail the plight of the writer when he had his specs broken. Despite his hypermetropia, he tried with great fortitude to read but could not overcome his “inability to read”. At that point in time, it was just another story for me. I had to read it because our syllabus said so. It had no special implications or innuendoes for me unless I found myself in a near similar situation as Mr. Robert Lynd. It was 3 days back when this catastrophe had erupted.

As I hurried to my class, I looked into the mirror and put my spectacles on. But there was something incongruous about them that day. Usually, I used to mount them on the bridge of my nose and they remained there full of joy and felicity. But on that particular day, it kept poking its nose with anything I did. I discovered that it was a bit lopsided that day and it was quite difficult to equilibrate them at the fulcrum of my nose. I tried to reinstate them a number of times but they wouldn’t yield that easily. They kept pestering me and I had to endure them in addition to the somniferous lecture classes.

On reaching the hostel I took my spectacles out to examine them, but before I could start the inspection, its right limb came out into two. Then all of a sudden, it all came to me in a flashback. Robert Lynd was so much in oblivion for these many years. Now I can truly empathize with him. Just like him, my emergency pair of spectacles was also suffering a similar disaster. I too felt like an alien in the world of the learned and suave savants. It was so difficult to deal with my short-sightedness. And once I got my viewing aid back, it was difficult to resist my desire of putting the entire human race into my vision and to suppress the panegyric for the effulgence of every single object that came within the span of my view. It is really very difficult to make a conjecture of how our ancestors endured life before the invention of the spectacles.

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