<p><SPAN name="link41" id="link41"></SPAN>And the weaver said, Speak to us of
<b><i>Clothes</i></b>.</p>
<p>And he answered:</p>
<p>Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.</p>
<p>And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a
harness and a chain.</p>
<p>Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less
of your raiment,</p>
<p>For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.</p>
<p>Some of you say, “It is the north wind who has woven the clothes we
wear.”</p>
<p>And I say, Ay, it was the north wind,</p>
<p>But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.</p>
<p>And when his work was done he laughed in the forest. <SPAN name="link42"></SPAN>Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of
the unclean.</p>
<p>And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a
fouling of the mind?</p>
<p>And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds
long to play with your hair.</p>
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