 One of these entertainments is, of course, the sea. But once you've entered the lazy river, with all its pliability and ease, its sterilizing chlorine and swift yet manageable currents, it's very hard to accept the sea, its abundant salt, its marine life, those little islands of twisted plastic. Not to mention its overfished depths, ever-warming temperature and infinite horizons, reminders of death itself. We pass it by.