A sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've always dreaded the sea - in fact, I get terribly seasick.
One of the best temporary cures for pride and affectation is seasickness; a man who wants to vomit never puts on airs.
Even when I have to write a simple letter I'm scared stiff as if faced with looming seasickness.
I think that going to the beach as a child, being in the water and smelling that salt air and hearing the seagulls, it had a real calming effect. But also, it was a mysterious thing - I remember wondering what was under those dark New England seas.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
I've got to be by trees, otherwise I get claustrophobic.
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.
Well, I am a giant pansy and freak out if seaweed touches my leg in the ocean.
The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.