"Whole cloth, wrote John Ruskin, is 'wool of sheep, thread of flax, bark of tree--there exists no matrix. It can be shaped beyond the boundaries of origin.  It shifts from the potential to an actuality that has a myriad of shapes and a myriad of ways of moving, responding to the action of the individual who manipulates it.  It possesses the mysterious sense of unaccountable life in things themselves.'"