The Middle Drawer
It was her own life that was in the middle drawer. She was the person she was not only because...
Fiction
The Red Fox Fur Coat
'It could have been made for you,' said the saleswoman when the bank clerk put the coat on and looked...
Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life
Young women of such birth, living in a quiet country-house, and attending a village church hardly larger than a parlor,...
Mrs Bixby and the Colonel’s Coat
I really must try to make him change the way he dresses, she told herself. His suits are just too...
Investigation of Past Shoes
Who can imagine a 1980s shoe that was absolutely white, without any logo, with no swoosh, not a single slogan?...
Clothes
For underpants I’ll pick white cotton, the briefs of my childhood, for it was my mother’s dictum that nice girls...
The Song of the Shirt
Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human...
My Flannel Knickers
Once I was a great beauty and attended all sorts of cocktail-drinking, prize-giving-and-taking, artistic demonstrations and other casually hazardous gatherings...
Ode to My Socks
The moral of my ode is this: beauty is twice beauty and what is good is doubly good when it...
Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime, Tells me from you, that now it is bed time. Off with that happy...
The Hat
Varenka quickly got dressed, grabbed her new hat and once again began trying it on. 'Absolutely stunning! Especially like this,...
The Dead Man in the Sea at Urca
I'm going to tell a secret: my dress is lovely and I don't want to die. On Friday the dress...