I don't remember if this so
            sophisticated and
            subtle court lady mentioned socks in this or other
            way in her pillow book. I remember very well she did
            mention sleeves at least several times – maybe not
            a sleeve itself, but a colour inside a large loose
            wing-like sleeve, how delicately or bravely it was
            flashing in a gloomy interior or on the background
            of shadowy greenery along the road where a procession
            of noble ladies and cavaliers was moving slowly as if
            dancing.... And not even a word about socks. Silence.
            Yet with no doubt from time to time socks flashed
            bright brilliant white among lush blades of grass
            plaited with dusty grey strokes of withered stems.
            Like a squirrel's belly in a thicket of leaves and twigs.
            Like a feather in bird's wing... Always white... Probably
            yes. Mostly white. Usually white... And always worn with
            sandals... Were they there and then wearing other shoes
            than wooden sandals? Not sandals – thongs. Oh, just geta
             – they walked on sanserif letter T with doubled stem –
            or
            on two letters T with joined bars: TT . . . . . It's very
            interesting that she didn't write about fashion. She
            described the compositions of colours. Pictures. Mutual
            relations between patches of colours. There was no
            fashion. The forms of clothes were fixed once (or twice
            or thrice) for ever. Only colours, patterns, textures,
            nuances, dyes, combinations of folds could be changed . . .
            
            
            One shouldn't bother about fashion – one should bother about
            beauty.        
            
            Half a year barefoot – half a year wearing socks. Would be
            good. But it is not like that.       
                     
            One third of a year barefoot – two thirds of a year wearing
            socks. That's how it is. Well, not bad.      
               
                         
            
            Two thirds of a year divided between thin and thick socks.
            But it's hard to define the proportion.     
             
                         
            
             Very difficult. Can happen even I wear both during one
            day. Can happen that in a frosty day I put  
                 
                         
            
                                                                 
            thick socks on thin socks....     
               
            
            Is that all? Yes, it is. Nothing about colours. Not to wake
            up the noble lady who fell asleep       
                     
             lying her head near brushes, ink and sheets of paper
            many many pairs of socks
            ago.         
                           
                           
                           
                           
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