From beginning to end Wilde performed his life and continued to do so even after fame had taken the plot out of his own hands.

Our researchers into Public Opinion are content That he held the proper opinions for the time of year; When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went. He was married and added five children to the population, Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation, And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education. Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd: Had everything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.

Every poet has his dream reader: mine keeps a look out for curious prosodic fauna like bacchics and choriambs.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

All that we are not stares back at what we are.

We were put on this earth to make things.