It wasn’t out of pretense that one thought to put them on –
one had no showy wish to claim one had been born
to wear that hue. Could anyone with any moral self-
regard imagine sneaking in to seek the secret shelf
that some outré aristocrat kept guiltily for his silk underwear –
and steal it? Ah, but there was something more alive and rare –
how one could feel it! – bared as one prepared for the decisionto engender this display. One made it with precision.