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.