We don’t bother much about dress and manners in England, because as a nation we don’t dress well and we’ve no manners.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
Obviously the connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those that you wear as soldiers.
A good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.
