Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.
Grace is in garments in movements in manners beauty in the nude and in forms. This is true of bodies but when we speak of feelings beauty is in their spirituality and grace in their moderation.
Even truth needs to be clad in new garments if it is to appeal to a new age.
It always depresses me when people moan about how commercial Christmas is. I love everything about it. The tradition of having this great big feast slap bang in the middle of winter is an essential thing to look forward to at the end of the year.