CarolS’s comment that pretty soon all anyone will see of her outfits will be outerwear brought to my twisted mind this little (mis)reading of Rene deCarte’s Meditations:
I call this the Cartesian time of year, from when deCartes wrote that he had just looked out the window and seen men walking across the square, or at least he thought he saw men, but all he really saw were hats and coats. This essay has all sorts of brilliant points about existence and what it means—“I think therefore I am”, etc, but this is the part that gets me. We don’t know if we see bodies at all. We just see hats and coats. At least in the Cartesian time of year.
Can you relate?
