Fashion (n.) is not undisguised sensuality nor tolerated debauchery, but a contraband trade in indecency licensed as decorum.
Fashion (n.) is the true woman, not fortune: fortune is changeable in something, fashion is changeable in nonsense, logically consistent only in becoming more and more crazy.
Fashion (n.) is the holy: there is nothing so sacred that it cannot in the same breath be found commensurable with finery in dress.
Fashion (n.) frightens more than the gods: tell a woman kneeling in prayer that the folds of her gown do not fall fashionably, and she will fear it more than offending heaven.
Fashion (n.) is the phantom born of the unnatural intercourse of feminine reflection with feminine reflection — so a woman never belongs to a man, even one who belongs to no other.
Fashion (n.) depraves more thoroughly than seduction: not every woman's virtue is for sale, but every woman can be satanized by fashion's crazy, defiling self-reflection.
Fashion (n.) rules all of life: fearing God is a fashion, and so is love, and hoop-skirts, and a ring through the nose.