“We are such stuff
As Dreams are made of, and our little Life
Is rounded with a sleep!”’
CHAPTER IX
CIRCUMSPECTIVE
Here, then, arises the so momentous question: Have many British Readers actually arrived with us at the new promised country; is the Philosophy of Clothes now at last opening around them? Long and adventurous has the journey been: from those outmost vulgar, palpable Woollen-Hulls of Man; through his wondrous Flesh-Garments, and his wondrous Social Garnitures; inwards to the Garments of his very Soul’s Soul, to Time and Space themselves! And now does the Spiritual, eternal Essence of Man, and of Mankind, bared of such wrappages, begin in any measure to reveal itself? Can many readers discern, as through a glass darkly, in huge wavering outlines, some primeval rudiments of Man’s Being, what is changeable divided from what is unchangeable? Does that Earth-Spirit’s speech in Faust,—
‘’Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply,
And weave for God the Garment thou see’st Him by’;
or that other thousand-times repeated speech of the Magician, Shakspeare,—