‘Shed cares, shed guilt, shed family and friends who bore you. Shed banks and accountants and doctors and taxi drivers and most of all shed the damned lawyers.
Shed the devious accents of land. Shed the salesmen who seek to lengthen your indenture. Shed aches and pains, shed embarrassment of flab and shed the flab itself. Then shed your clothes.
It is, after all, the only condition in which they will allow you back into Eden.’
Nothing to Wear...
From Reese Palley's great sailing manifesto, Unlikely Passages:
