And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal
Oscar WildeWhen he takes the knife to the canvass the servants find him lying dead with a knife through is heart and "withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage." and the portrait "in all the wonders of his exquisite youth and beauty." p 349
Oscar WildeYou and I will always be friends." "Yet you poisoned me with a book once. I should not forgive that.
Oscar Wilde