And in this Milan show, some of the most extreme iterations of gorpcore felt like a step too far.

Meantime the minister ascended the pulpit-stair, with all the solemnity of one of the self-elect, and a priest besides.

As the last firing of the big guns begins to die down, the German light forces still fighting to the west begin to make their choices. Some break for the open sea; others run for the German-occupied coast; still others stand and die. A small group decide to strike their colors, in imitation of three of the larger German ships.

The rarest species was a Protestant although I'd bet that the majority of Ivy League rockheads in the 1950s were Prots.