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First published January 1, 1960
What prospect! Sackcloth, that dreary uniform! Day after day, every day! When worn as a punishment, sackcloth had to be worn plain: you weren't allowed to embroider it. Jael couldn't think of herself apart from the clothes she wore; her vision of herself was sartorial: she never thought of herself as naked, much less a formless entity. Without an individual appearance, and an appearance meant a vesture, she did not exist for herself. Clad in Permanent Sackcloth, she could not exist for herself either.