There has never been a time when women had such an opportunity to be beautiful physically. And they are taking advantage of it. Watch any modern matinée or concert or shopping crowd carefully. There's something about the new style that points to a finer naturalness, just as it is more natural for men to wear clothes that follow the lines of their bodies than to pad their shoulders and use twice too much cloth in their trouser legs. The move of muscles through a close-fitting suit gives an effect of strength and efficiency and animal grace that is superbly healthy. And it is so with women, too. With the exception of the foolish and unnecessary restrictions in walking women have such a splendid chance to look straight, unhampered, direct, lithe. I don't know just why, but I want to use the word "true" about the new clothes. They're so much less dishonest than the old padded ways--the strange, perverted, muffled methods. The old plan was built on the theory that the suppression of nature is civilization; the new plan seems to be that a recognition of nature is common sense. We may become Greek yet. By all of which I'll probably be credited with supporting the silly indecencies we see every day on the street--ridiculous, unintelligent manifestations of the new freedom--instead of merely seeing in its wise expression a bigger hope of truth. I think the preachers who are filling the newspapers with hysterical protests about women's dress had better look a little more closely at the real issue and stop confusing a fine impulse with its inevitable abuses. But after all there's only one important thing to be said about sex in its relation to a full life. Some day we're going to have a tremendous revaluation of the thing known as feeling. We're going to realize that the only person who doesn't err in relation to values is the artist; and since the bigger part of the artist's equipment is simply the capacity to feel, we're going to begin training a race of men toward a new ideal. It shall be this: that nothing shall qualify as fundamentally "immoral" except denial--the failure of imagination, of understanding, of appreciation, of quickening to beauty in every form, of perceiving beauty where custom or convention has dwarfed its original stature; the failure to put one's self in the other person's place; the great, ghastly failure of life which allows one to look but not to see, to listen but not to hear--to touch but not to feel.