Please don’t call me Theo

Modes of address are thus not so much being lost from our culture as
being deliberately expunged.

This familiarity is a sign of the ever greater vulgarity and shallowness of
British life, of an unwillingness to exercise judgment in making distinctions.
Not all relationships are those of friendship, but they are now all those of
familiarity. This naturally results in a world in which false bonhomie is
tempered by outbursts of insensate rage. The Spectator