One of the truly puzzling questions of modern culture was brought up in the morning paper the other day by Darby Conley in the comics section, one of the two sections of the paper that can still be trusted, the other being the box scores in baseball season. It was this: who exactly is it that dresses Dracula? I mean, think about it. He really is remarkably well turned out for someone who can't use a mirror. And that doesn't even reach the issue of how his shirts remain impeccable despite his living, for want of a better word, in a half millennium old burial chamber with all the attendant half millennium old dirt, mold, and cobwebs.