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Wittifying the world since 1854.
“What nonsense people talk about happy marriages!” exclaimed Lord Henry. “A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.”
Chapter 15, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Upon arriving in the United States for his US-Canada tour in 1882, Oscar Wilde purportedly stated the following to the customs officer:
“I have nothing to declare except my genius.”
JACK: [Nervously] Miss Fairfax, ever since I met you I have admired you more than any girl…I have ever met since…I met you.
GWENDOLEN: Yes, I am quite well aware of the fact. And I often wish that in public, at any rate, you had been more demonstrative. For me you have always had an irresistible fascination. Even before I met you I was far from indifferent to you.
Act I of The Importance of Being Earnest
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Australia. “Do you know, Mr. Hopper, dear Agatha and I are so much interested in Australia. It must be so pretty with all the dear little kangaroos flying about. Agatha has found it on the map. What a curious shape it is! Just like a large packing case. However, it is a very young country, isn’t it?.” Act II, Lady Windermere’s Fan.
Colin Firth can act. He can sing. He can sizzle in a wet shirt. Alas, he hasn’t ever sung while wearing a wet shirt, but a girl can dream.
From the 2002 film adaptation of The Importance of Being Earnest. Performed by Colin Firth and Rupert Everett. Music by Charlie Mole. Lyrics by Oscar Wilde, adapted from his poem Serenade
Serenade (for music) by Oscar Wilde
The western wind is blowing fair
Across the dark Aegean sea,
And at the secret marble stair
My Tyrian galley waits for thee.
Come down! the purple sail is spread,
The watchman sleeps within the town,
O leave thy lily-flowered bed,
O Lady mine come down, come down!
She will not come, I know her well,
Of lover’s vows she hath no care,
And little good a man can tell
Of one so cruel and so fair.
True love is but a woman’s toy,
They never know the lover’s pain,
And I who loved as loves a boy
Must love in vain, must love in vain.
O noble pilot, tell me true,
Is that the sheen of golden hair?
Or is it but the tangled dew
That binds the passion-flowers there?
Good sailor come and tell me now
Is that my Lady’s lily hand?
Or is it but the gleaming prow,
Or is it but the silver sand?
No! no! ‘tis not the tangled dew,
‘Tis not the silver-fretted sand,
It is my own dear Lady true
With golden hair and lily hand!
O noble pilot, steer for Troy, G
ood sailor, ply the labouring oar,
This is the Queen of life and joy
Whom we must bear from Grecian shore!
The waning sky grows faint and blue,
It wants an hour still of day,
Aboard! aboard! my gallant crew,
O Lady mine, away! away!
O noble pilot, steer for Troy,
Good sailor, ply the labouring oar,
O loved as only loves a boy!
O loved for ever evermore!