“Society, civilized society at least, is never very ready to believe anything to the detriment of those who are rich and fascinating. It feels instinctively that manners are of more importance than morals, and in[…]
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A Poet’s Homage
I am not an essayist, nor would I ever care to be one. That being acknowledged, I do, at the same time, recognize the purpose critical writing plays in terms of its kinship to literature,[…]
Parallelism That Exists Within The Fates of Oscar Wilde & Dorian Gray
I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease… Tired of being on the heights, I deliberately went to the depths in search for new sensations. What the paradox was to[…]
Haunting East End with a Paradox
PROMPT: The Picture of Dorian Gray contains many autobiographical elements. In particular, the three major characters – Dorian Gray, Henry Wotton, and Basil Hallward – all reflect in different ways the character, views, and experiences[…]
Simply Intricate
Oscar Wilde was a man of the simplest intricacies. I say this in specific relation to his epigrams. Now, I’m assuming that everyone here knows what an epigram is. If you don’t–tsk. tsk. tsk Just[…]
The Consequences of Innocence
Note: this is not a critical essay (I’ve used ‘I’s and ‘I think’, and my lack of 2 out of 5 paragraphs), but rather me trying to better understand the psychology of the author through[…]
A Mirror: Oscar Wilde and His Creations
RESPONSE to: The Picture of Dorian Gray contains many autobiographical elements. In particular, the three major characters – Dorian Gray, Henry Wotton, and Basil Hallward – all reflect in different ways the character, views, and[…]
Critical: The Effect of Self-Perception on the Conflict Between Illusion and Reality
Prompt: The role self-perception plays when individuals seek to reconcile the conflict between illusion and reality. Illusions are generally viewed as the quintessence of escapism; through the creation of false ideals, one may find the[…]
Personal Response to The Disciple
THE DISCIPLE By Oscar Wilde When Narcissus died the pool of his pleasure changed from a cup of sweet waters into a cup of salt tears, and the Oreads came weeping through the woodland that[…]