Etiquette.

Last night I went out in a suit and a mask. I've spent the morning lamenting, repenting, rending garments, moaning, wearing ashes, gnashing teeth, and so forth. I'd considered giving up bad art for Lent, but this led me to the obvious conclusion that perhaps I should give up bad manners, instead. My patron saints in dignity, grace, and beauty shall be Emily Post and this distinguished young lady: