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Oscar Wilde, Volume 1 (of 2)

Chapter 14 No.14

Word Count: 7285    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

which they have incorporated it. They boast of their fair play in all things as the French boast of their lightness

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Oscar Wilde, Volume 1 (of 2)
Oscar Wilde, Volume 1 (of 2)
“This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XII These two years 1893-4 saw Oscar Wilde at the very zenith of success. Thackeray, who always felt himself a monetary failure in comparison with Dickens, calls success \"one of the greatest of a great man's qualities,\" and Oscar was not successful merely, he was triumphant. Not Sheridan the day after vhis marriage, not Byron when he awoke to find himself famous, ever reached such a pinnacle. His plays were bringing in so much that he could spend money like water; he had won every sort of popularity; the gross applause of the many, and the finer incense of the few who constitute the jury of Fame; his personal popularity too was extraordinary; thousands admired him, many liked him; he seemed to have everything that heart could desire and perfect health to boot. Even his home life was without a cloud. Two stories which he told at this time paint him. One was about his two boys, Vyvyan and Cyril. ?? \"Children are sometimes interesting,\" he began. \"The other night I was reading when my wife came and asked me to go upstairs and reprove the elder boy: Cyril, it appeared, would not say his prayers. He had quarrelled with Vyvyan, and beaten him, and when he was shaken and told he must say his prayers, he would not kneel down, or ask God to make him a good boy. Of course I had to go upstairs and see to it. I took the chubby little fellow on my knee, and told him in a grave way that he had been very naughty; naughty to hit his younger brother, and naughty because he had given his mother pain. He must kneel down at once, and ask God to forgive him and make him a good boy. \"'I was not naughty,' he pouted, 'it was Vyvyan; he was naughty.' \"I explained to him that his temper was naughty, and that he must do as he was told. With a little...”
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