Omnes adsint, quamvis dementi, quamvis nefasti.

The Morbid Socialite was loathe to admit that they had also had curiosities about the Rubbery Arts, but that had always been science for much bolder men. Perhaps one day. Until that day, the Socialite considered. "I would avoid studying as a large group anywhere public. Our first class, if you'll remember, the Emissary stated that the study of the Correspondence was not strictly legal, advising us to hide our notes when away from the class. But I see no harm in traveling as a study group to the Forgotten Quarter. When will we meet?"