
A man sitting on the shore at Swanage toys with an open knife, prompting the narrator to fear he means to harm himself and to stop and speak to him. The man denies any thought of suicide, saying instead that he has been brooding on the illusion that England is a land of freedom. When the narrator asks what is wrong, the man gestures toward the stone globe at Swanage, comparing its local fame to that of Thorwaldsen's Lion at Lucerne or the Sphinx in the desert. He asks whether the narrator has seen "the tablets," and explains that two tablets have been erected with a request that anyone wishing to cut or write his name should do so there rather than on the globe itself. The narrator calls this arrangement very sensible, but the man reacts with bitter scorn, insisting that there is no pleasure in carving one's name on a spot officially set aside for the purpose. He declares that matters have reached a sorry state when Town Councils resort to sarcasm, calling the tablets exactly that, and quotes a description of sarcasm as "the language of the devil," affirming that the description is true. The narrator asks why the man wants to cut his name at all. The man opens his eyes wide in apparent astonishment at the question, retorting that there is no point in going anywhere unless one leaves one's name behind. He boasts that his name can be found all over England: on trees at Burnham Beeches, on windows at Chatsworth, on stone walls at Kenilworth, on whitewash at Stratford-on-Avon, and in the turf of Chanctonbury, as well as in belfries and on seats. He says he would be ashamed of himself if he failed to inscribe it, and permanently at that. He explains that the stone globe at Swanage was too much for him, since he had come there specifically because he had heard of it, only to be confronted with the tablets. He insists, however, that he has not wasted his time: he had gone to the New Forest a few days earlier, and he is planning to go to Stonehenge the next day. The narrator tells him this plan is no good. The man protests that he has bought a new chisel especially for the purpose, having been told that the stone there is very hard. The narrator informs him that he will not be able to carve his name at Stonehenge, since the site is now enclosed and guarded. On hearing this, the man buries his face in his hands and groans that everything is against him, and that the country is going to the dogs.
By E.V. Lucas · Genre: Humor, Satire, Short Story · 625 words
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He was sitting forlornly on the shore at Swanage, toying with an open / knife. Fearing that he might be about to do himself a mischief, I / stopped and spoke.
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satire · graffiti · vandalism · obsession · eccentricity · England · landmarks · tourism · ambition · immortality · regulation · freedom