Chapter 14 Economics - 9

On the whole, it cannot be said that the dress of this country or another has attained the dignity of an art.The current people, or what, what to wear.Like sailors in a broken ship ashore, they wear what they can find, and they stand a little apart, across the distance of space or time, and laugh at each other's costumes.Each generation laughs at the old styles and religiously pursues the new ones.We laugh when we see Henry VIII or Queen Elizabeth dressed as if they were the king and queen of the cannibal island.Clothes have no people, and they become pitiful and weird.It is the solemnly expressive eyes of the wearer, and the sincere life that the wearer lives in them, that suppress the laughter, and ennoble any man's dress.If a buffoon in a colorful dress suddenly suffers from a colic, his clothes express this painful emotion.When a soldier is hit by a shell, the rotten military uniform is like a noble purple robe.

Both men and women love new styles, and this childish, savage taste makes many people roll their eyes and squint their eyes to look at the kaleidoscope, so that they can discover what styles are needed by today's generation.Manufacturers have long known that their tastes are only capricious.Two styles, differing only by a few threads, and still more or less alike in color, one dress is sold immediately, the other lies on the shelves, often after a season, the latter becomes the most fashionable again. style.Getting tattooed on the body is really not what people call a terrible habit by comparison.It's not barbaric just because tattoos are deep into the skin and can't be changed.

I do not believe that our factory system is the best way of getting people clothed.It is not surprising that the condition of the artisans is becoming more and more like that of English factories every day, for the main object, so far as I have heard or observed, was not to make man better clothed. More honestly, there is no doubt that it is only for the company to make money.In the long run, human beings always achieve their goals, so even though things may fail for a while, the goals might as well be set high. As for shelter, I do not deny that it is now a necessity of life, though there are many examples of men in colder lands than this being able to live without shelter for a long time, Samuel.Lane said, "Northern Laplanders wear fur coats, leather bags on their heads and shoulders, and can sleep night after night on the snow-the cold level can make people in wool clothes freeze to death." He witnessed it first-hand. To see them fall asleep like this.Then he said, "But they are not stronger than others." Probably not long after human beings lived on the earth, they discovered the convenience of houses and the comfort of family life. The original meaning of this sentence means that they are satisfied with houses. More than the harmony of the family: However, in some areas, when it comes to houses, it is associated with winter and rainy seasons, and there is no house for two-thirds of the year, and only a parasol is needed. In these places, such a statement is extremely one-sided , and only occasionally.In the climate of our part of the world, a cover at night in summer used to be enough.In Indian records, a hut marked a day's journey, and a row of huts carved or drawn on the bark of a tree represented how many times they had camped.Human beings don't have strong limbs and stature, so he has to try to shrink his world and use walls to enclose a space suitable for him.At first he was naked, out of doors; though in mild and peaceful climates the daylight is still very pleasant, but there are rainy seasons and winters, not to mention the scorching red sun, if man had not hastened to shade himself with houses, The human race may have been destroyed as early as germination.According to legend, Adam and Eve covered themselves with branches and leaves before putting on clothes.Human beings need a home, a warm place, or a place of comfort, but physical warmth comes first, and emotional warmth comes second.

We can imagine a time when human beings were still infancy, and some enterprising beings crawled into caves for shelter.Every baby repeats this history of the world again to some extent, and they love the outdoors, rain or cold.They play house games, ride bamboo horses, by instinct.Who doesn't recall the excitement of peering into a cave, or approaching one, as a child?The instincts of our most primitive ancestors are still in us.From caves we progress to roofs of palm leaves, bark and boughs, of linen woven and stretched, to roofs of grass and straw, of planks and shingles, of stone and tiles.In the end we don't know what life in the open air is, and our indoor life is much more indoor than we think.There is a great distance between the fire and the field.If we passed day and night more often with nothing between us, if poets did not speak so much under roof ridges, if saints did not dwell so long in houses, Maybe things will be fine.Birds do not sing in caves, and doves do not caress their innocence in sheds.