seems we get a lot of our advanced thought from them, if you get what I mean.
They were so unrestricted, too. One has only to look at their friezes and vases and things to realize that.
And the one-piece bathing suit, so the woman said, was an unconscious modern effort to get back to the Greek spirit.
She had a husband with her. He doesn’t lecture or anything, you know.
But she isn’t so very Greek-looking herself, although her spirit is so Greek, so she has this Greek-looking husband to wear the sandals and the tunics and the togas and things.
She calls him Achilles.
It’s quite proper, you know—Achilles stays behind a screen until she wants him to illustrate a point, and then he comes out with a lyre or a lute or something, and just stands and looks Greek. And then he goes back behind the screen and changes into the next garment she needs.
Of course, there are lots of men couldn’t stand it as well as Achilles. But when you come to that, there are lots of men who don’t look so very well in bathing suits, either.
And, of course, our American men don’t have the temperament to carry off a thing like that.
Of course, if we all turned Greek it would be
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