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So A Battery received a loaf and a big slab of the truly excellent piece of bully, a special kind that Meddings had obtained in some mysterious fashion from a field ambulance that was making a hurried move. "You two fellows have earned your supper," said the now peaceful major to Wilde and myself. "I didn't think you were going to have so trying a journey."
When they haue brought the wilde elephant neere vnto the place, they send word vnto the towne, and many horse men and footmen come out and cause the she elephant to enter into a strait way which doeth go to the palace, and the she and the he do runne in: for it is like a wood: and when they be in, the gate doth shut.
We talk of progress, improvement, and advance; but when I think of Henry Irving's Philip, I begin to wonder if Oscar Wilde was not profound as well as witty when he said that a great artist moves in a cycle of masterpieces, of which the last is no more perfect than the first. Only Irving's Petruchio stops me. But, then, he had not found himself. He was not an artist.
There were certain houses in the best set of London society the doors of which were closed to him. Cfr. From 1884 on I met Oscar Wilde continually, now at the theatre, now in some society drawing room; most often, I think, at Mrs. His appearance was not in his favour; there was something oily and fat about him that repelled me.
As I wiped them off I said to myself in amaze: "'This is love: this is what he meant love. . . . . "I was trembling all over. For a long while I sat, unable to think, all shaken with wonder and remorse." Oscar Wilde did well at school, but he did still better at college, where the competition was more severe.
"Because," answered Denis, gravely, "I hope to make her my wife." Maurice was man enough to hold out his hand to him in the darkness. "I am glad of it," he said, rather hoarsely; "make her happy, Denis, if you can." "Thanks. I shall go on to see her now." Helen murmured an unintelligible apology, and Denis Wilde passed onwards towards the vicarage.
Doctor Gardiner talked with David Moore and his daughter, addressing no remarks whatever to the obnoxious visitor. "The impudent popinjay is trying to phase me," thought Wilde; "but he will see that it won't work." Accordingly he broke into every topic that was introduced; and thus the evening wore on, until it became quite evident to Doctor Gardiner that Mr. Jasper Wilde intended to sit him out.
Soon after Mr. Prentiss settled in New Orleans, a meeting was held to raise funds for the erection of a suitable monument to Franklin. On that occasion, the lamented Wilde and the accomplished McCaleb delivered ornate and chaste addresses upon the value of art, and the policy of enriching New Orleans with its exhibition.
It was on this visit to Lady Wilde, or a later one, that I first heard of that other poem of Oscar, "The Harlot's House," which was also said to have been written in Paris. Though published in an obscure sheet and in itself commonplace enough it made an astonishing stir. Time and advertisement had been working for him.
Wilde had solicited them to commit a grave offence and that he had been guilty with each and all of them of indecent practices...." My heart seemed to stop. My worst forebodings were more than justified. Vaguely I heard Clarke's voice, "grave responsibility ... serious allegations ... credible witnesses ... Mr.
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