A MODERN UTOPIA
I had a thought, and added, "Don't they sometimes, well—take a good deal of care, dressing their hair?"
My double laughed in my eyes. "They do," he said.
"And the Rule?"
"The Rule is never fussy," said my double, still smiling.
"We don't want women to cease to be beautiful, and consciously beautiful if you like," he added. "The more real beauty of form and face we have, the finer our world. But costly sexualised trappings———"
"I should have thought," I said, "a class of women who traded on their sex would have arisen, women, I mean, who found an interest and an advantage in emphasising their individual womanly beauty. There is no law to prevent it. Surely they would tend to counteract the severity of costume the Rule dictates."
"There are such women. But for all that the Rule sets the key of everyday dress. If a woman is possessed by the passion for gorgeous raiment she usually satisfies it in her own private circle, or with rare occasional onslaughts upon the public eye. Her everyday mood and the disposition of most people is against being conspicuous abroad. And I should say there are little liberties under the Lesser Rule; a discreet use of fine needlework and embroidery, a wider choice of materials."
"You have no changing fashions?"
"None. For all that, are not our dresses as beautiful as yours?"
"Our women's dresses are not beautiful at all," I
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