Then when the sun goes rapidly in or down it is like being out at sea.

And to a sensitive patient, with nerves all on outside, chilled by the least coolness, it is unpleasantly piercing.
When any one describes Santa Barbara to you as a town "Where winds are hushed nor dare to breathe aloud, Where skies seem never to have borne a cloud," remember that this applies truthfully to "a Santa Barbara day," but _not_ to all days.

Surf bathers go in every month of the year.

But this does not alter the fact that a person would be disappointed and consider himself deceived if he accepted the general idea of absolute heaven on earth.

The inhabitants do not wish such exaggerations and misrepresentations to go forth.