Summary of Lamb's The Superannuated Man.

Charles Lamb started his essay, "The Superannuated Man," in a very attractive way. At the very beginning, he made it clear that only those readers could understand, realize and estimate his sense of relief after retirement from service if, in the golden years of his life, he was also subject to the same rigidity of hard office work, his wonderful youth, having no time of his own to enjoy the sweetness and charms of life. Young age is life's golden age, the best time for adventure and enjoyment. If this beautiful moment is lost in an office's troubled containment with the utmost drudgery of office work, he will surely feel stupid at core with an unspeakable pain. When he was a pure kid singing and playing, Lamb started his work profession some thirty six years ago. But it is very unfortunate that in the narrow limits and rigors of the counting house, Lamb had to change such an age, such a play time, such a childhood in eight, nine, and even a few times, ten hours of hard work a day. It was, indeed, his fate's irony.
Of course he had the sundays as his holidays for enjoyment and recreation in those days of hard work. But it seemed to him that the Sundays were more suitable for worship and certainly not for recreation. If a man has to spend his Sundays in a city, especially, he can feel that very much. Sunday is holiday itself. So that day all the town life's glamor and appeal is gone. The city streets with beautiful, attractive and glamorous shops appear to be somewhat unattractive and deserted and the shops are still closed. On such Sundays, the only thing that one can see was the unhappy faces of the maid-servants who, being allowed to go out on leave that day from the hard work and slavish bondage of their whole weeks, came out only to breathe in empty streets. Since their holiday day was Sunday, their desire for pleasure stayed unfulfilled.
         

             Lamb says his monotonous and dreary existence rendered him inseparable from the wood's deceased subject. It had a deadening impact on the soul of Lamb as he had for centuries wasted all emotion and exuberance. He was so gradually frustrated by this age-long servitude in the office work and irksome imprisonment in his desk that he quickly started to find himself incompetent for the job. He was frustrated even more by this sensation of incompetence. As his era progressed and he grew older and weaker, he was pinched significantly and progressively by this sensation of inefficiency.
This anxiety was well defined on his forehead, and he was often told about this by his fellow bureau mates. This disclosure produced him even more worried.

       Thus began the retired life of Lamb, his superannuated period. He now had complete and endless liberty. He was too embarrassed and embarrassed in the start to fully appreciate his liberty. He started roaming here and there and tried to think he was happy to know just as well that he wasn't. His superannuated life's irony started. He attempted to spend the time in the easiest and most comfortable way. He now realized that in his era the moment a person is more likely to be counted. A man's real time is only that time when he operates in accordance with his own nice will when he is totally free from all bondage.

       He felt terribly depressed when the concept came to him that he had spent too much time since leaving the India House. He came to the office once or twice to dissipate this impression to call on his own fellow-clerks, his dearest early-life friends. He was welcomed warmly and affectionately by his ancient friends.  But he couldn't feel pleased about that. He felt in the heart that there was no longer the ancient feeling of familiarity. It's been forever. His presence in the office became merely a matter of the past. "He was full of remorse at leaving his old friends who were always very kind to him and made easy and tolerable for him the rugged and difficult path of his professional career".
           At the end of the essay, we can see that he is free from his bondage and therefore, now he has the complete freedom to pass in his own way the rest of his life, the way he wants. He announced with a grave gesture and profound air-reading "the State of the Opera, Opus Operatum est, when I picked up a journal. I've accomplished everything I've come to do in this globe. I've been working on the task and have myself the remainder of the day."