Can we think of a world without excesses...emotional, material or physical? Is not Beauty a creation of physical excess, is not Art a fallout of creative excess, is not love the prettiest manifestation of emotional excess? 

People desire a taut frame and magazines abound with tricks on shedding that aesthetic flab. Centres are erected to prune curves...and ground fantasies perforce!
What a pity! Doesn't it render the world flat, flabless, unvarying, dull? Conceive of a world where people only execute and don't dream - as dreaming is a luxury, excessive, prohibitive pattern.