Dress has never been at all a straightforward business: so much subterranean interest and complex feeling attaches to it. As a topic. . . it has a flowery head but deep roots in the passion. On the subject of dress almost no one, for one or another reason, feels truly indifferent: if their own clothes do not concern them, somebody else's do. . . . Ten minutes talk about clothes (except between perfect friends) tends to make everyone present either overbearing, guarded or touchy.
How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God?