“Agonies are one of my changes of garments.”
“Little lonely one,You clung to me as a garment clings; my girl.”
“My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.”
“agony sometimes changes formbut it never ceases foranybody.”
“...the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long and final scream of despair.”
“No garment which distorts the shape and motion of the wearer is beautiful, nor s any garment beautiful which emphasizes more than one or at most two of your sexual characteristics.”