Academic dress--ah, yes. . . . Â I'll never forget the visiting lecturer who taught a summer-long seminar without once changing his clothes. Â He came to the first session in a bright blue madras sportcoat that had obviously been slept in for weeks. Â Portions of this extraordinary garment were already unrecognizable, with immense jet black stains at the collar and under the arms. Â The sweat-stiffened lapels and coattails were accordion-pleated by random, razor-sharp creases, revealing great patches of lining. Â Surely, one thought, such damage could result from nothing but the most purposeful, painstaking, malign intent. Need I add that this guy was one of the three or four most distinguished scholars in his field?