I have been re-reading Oscar Wilde. In awe still of all the witty one-liners he made up. Apart from that, what a difference a couple of decades make in an author. I thought Dorian Gray was more or less a children’s book when I read it first. Of course it must have been an abridged version. Then there was Happy Prince, lady winderemere’s fan and so on. All such light hearted books you see. And I read it today, and am like woah… That was some guy.
I look at the statue in Oscar Wilde’s wikipedia page, and it looks so apt. Such a beautiful man. I read Dorian Gray last night and I wonder how it will be if someone were really to live only for pleasure and beauty and one’s own self. Would it really be so bad so as to make someone a monster? But then, we are all so conditioned to be right. And am so unhappy about how it all ended for Wilde. Such an unfair world.