Selected Prose of Oscar Wilde eBook

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And as he lay there weeping he was ware of One who was standing beside him; and He who was standing beside him had feet of brass and hair like fine wool.  And He raised the Hermit up, and said to him:  ’Before this time thou hadst the perfect knowledge of God.  Now thou shalt have the perfect love of God.  Wherefore art thou weeping?’ And he kissed him.—­Poems in Prose.



April 1st, 1897.

My Dear Robbie,—­I send you a MS. separate from this, which I hope will arrive safely.  As soon as you have read it, I want you to have it carefully copied for me.  There are many causes why I wish this to be done.  One will suffice.  I want you to be my literary executor in case of my death, and to have complete control of my plays, books, and papers.  As soon as I find I have a legal right to make a will, I will do so.  My wife does not understand my art, nor could be expected to have any interest in it, and Cyril is only a child.  So I turn naturally to you, as indeed I do for everything, and would like you to have all my works.  The deficit that their sale will produce may be lodged to the credit of Cyril and Vivian.  Well, if you are my literary executor, you must be in possession of the only document that gives any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour . . .  When you have read the letter, you will see the psychological explanation of a course of conduct that from the outside seems a combination of absolute idiotcy with vulgar bravado.  Some day the truth will have to be known—­not necessarily in my lifetime . . . but I am not prepared to sit in the grotesque pillory they put me into, for all time; for the simple reason that I inherited from my father and mother a name of high distinction in literature and art, and I cannot for eternity allow that name to be degraded.  I don’t defend my conduct.  I explain it.  Also there are in my letter certain passages which deal with my mental development in prison, and the inevitable evolution of my character and intellectual attitude towards life that has taken place:  and I want you and others who still stand by me and have affection for me to know exactly in what mood and manner I hope to face the world.  Of course from one point of view I know that on the day of my release I shall be merely passing from one prison into another, and there are times when the whole world seems to me no larger than my cell and as full of terror for me.  Still I believe that at the beginning God made a world for each separate man, and in that world which is within us we should seek to live.  At any rate you will read those parts of my letter with less pain than the others.  Of course I need not remind you how fluid a thing thought is with me—­with us all—­and of what an evanescent substance are our emotions made.  Still I do see a sort of possible goal towards which, through art, I may progress.  It is not unlikely that you may help me.

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