Friday, October 16, 2009

Anything to declare?


Nothing but my genius.


Oscar Wilde,*October 16th, 1854

8 comments:

  1. A lovely display, Sean! I regret that I was not wearing lipstick on my afternoon in Père Lachaise some years ago, that I might add colourfully to the tomb's countless tributes.

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  2. Nothing but my genius.

    And my aching heart, soul and body...

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  3. Stan
    shame on us!
    Imagine such a kiss would have an effect like when kissing the Blarney Stone.

    CherryPie,
    it is. Thank you.

    Claudia,
    perhaps, but not in this very case. I am quoting an anecdote, according to which this was Wilde's answer to a custom officer's question.

    Jams,
    Mr Wilde was certainly dinger of a(n intellectual) writer.

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  4. It's an interesting display, Sean.:)

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  5. Ha ha ha ... I think I twigged that ...

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  6. Yep! Whatever twigged means....:)

    RIP, dear Oscar Wilde.

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