I too long for a return to the full and dramatic beauty of traditional clerical vestiture. Indeed, there was once a time when it was common sight to behold any vicar vested in black chasuble, purple velvet cope and breeches to match, hair-shirt, black cincture, gauntlets, maniple, collar under amice, purple stole, black stockings, black velvet shoes with strap across the instep, and black biretta while exhibiting a phosphoric livid countenance at all moments as to project to all the serious nature of his ritual. For such attire and manner was most efficacious as he stood visible and busied of sacred duties behind the holy rood screen. And, in those pius days, all present knew to stay at reverent distance, attired in black dress coat and overcoat of the same color, black trousers, black waistcoat, black kid gloves, white wristbands over them, white cravat and black veils for all women as to exploit the greatest appearance of perpetual mourning and severity among them and to accommodate to the greatest degree a somber air most effective, settling in to that holy space and announcing to all who might enter that this is indeed no happy affair.