The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde

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Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. Constance On September 14, 2011, Wilde's grandson Merlin Holland contested Wilde's claimed authorship of this play entitled Constance, scheduled to open that week in the King's Head Theatre. The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass. I started reading Wilde as a young teenager - due to the fact that he seemed to be the most glamourous figure in literature.

I look at what he's saying and think "hmmm, interesting that the Decadents take *part* of his stance - invention and artificiality - and discard others - by focusing on the dregs and degradation of real life". First, 'De Profundis', his letter to his lover, is an insightful take upon his fate - the pain of a man looked upon, ruined and humiliated, who nevertheless has the unforgiving lucidity to don't spare himself for his mistakes.The Importance of Being Earnest — if you would read any play by Oscar Wilde it should be this one; brilliant characterisation, shows Wilde’s fantastic ability dabbling comedy and critique of the privileged in a satirical way, and of course his wonderful writing in of itself. This comprehensive eBook presents Wilde’s complete works, with numerous illustrations, rare texts appearing in digital print for the first time, informative introductions and the usual Delphi bonus material. Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know, cried Lord Henry, laughing; and the two young men went out into the garden together and ensconced themselves on a long bamboo seat that stood in the shade of a tall laurel bush. He changed the way I understood writing and reading entirely, made me fall in love with his every word and get lost in his ideas, his thoughts, his world.

The first one was a tell-all to the guy who put him in prison, and it was so open and honest and raw; so many emotions went through it and the reader couldn’t help but be encapsulated and engrossed in the story. In Wilde's final prose work, written between 1896 and 1897 in Reading Gaol following his trial for gross indecency, the poet and playwright reflects on his hedonistic lifestyle and relationships, their consequences, and the spiritual re-alignment he intended to undertake. The rich would have spoken on the value of thrift, and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.

Yes, he was certainly wonderfully handsome, with his finely curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp gold hair. Some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with its hideous fires, you will feel it, you will feel it terribly. The masses feel that drunkenness, stupidity, and immorality should be their own special property, and that if any one of us makes an ass of himself, he is poaching on their preserves. Illustrated with many fascinating photographs, the book includes introductions to each section by Merlin Holland (Oscar's grandson), Owen Dudley Edwards, Declan Kiberd and Terence Brown. Though obviously Victorian with regards to characters and setting, but the influence of French Symbolism is very easy to see.