Lodovico

Thomas Mann, Magic Mountain (trans. John E. Woods):

"Why, how disgusting! A wraith with beautiful hair. You simply can't stomach things like that, can you? And so here you come and turn the lights back on, so to speak, so you can set young men back on the right path—isn't that what you're up to, Lodovico?" Hans Castorp said giddily. He had drunk quite a bit of burgundy and champagne.
"Now listen—that's enough of that, my good engineer!" Settembrini commanded with a scowl. "You will please use forms of address appropriate to the educated West. No first names. Formal pronouns, if you please. What you are trying to do there doesn't suit you at all."
"But why not? It's Mardi Gras! It's common practice on an evening like this."
"Yes, just to add a little uncivil excitement to things. For people to use informal pronouns or first names when they have no real reason to do is a repulsively barbaric practice, a slovenly game, a way of playing with the givens of civilization and human progress, against both of which it is directed—shamelessly, insolently directed."