RN: In honor of this evening's Tony Awards, I have a Broadway-musical-inspired question for you.
CP: Lemme guess: You want to know if I can name the star who said, "The only reason anyone goes to Broadway is because they can't get work in the movies."
RN: Hardly. To borrow from famed "Chicago" lyricist Fred Ebb, I ask you, "Whatever happened to class?"
CP: Why didn't you say so at the outset? That query allows us to point out boorish behavior ... by others.
RN: Exactly. When Miss Manners goes to that great cotillion in the sky, we've so got the job, Gentle Glancer. Do you have an example in mind?
CP: Well, it would appear that New York Rep. Anthony Weiner has lent new meaning to the word Twitpic.
RN: I'm thinking more along the lines of the fellow citizen who recently made an obscene gesture at my 76-year-old mother while she was driving. Classy.
CP: I hope you leveled him with a very severe frown. Of course, there's nothing new about piggishness. I'm reading Edna O'Brien's terrific "Byron in Love." Unaided by social media, that clubfooted 19th-century poet was bedding anything that moved, including men, boys, women, married women, eunuchs, his half-sister. When did you find time to write, Lord B?