> Reminds me of something I could have read only in graduate school, Henry
> Fielding's "Jonathan Wild," l'histoire of a highwayman and whoremonger,
> who like Lambert goes to the gallows, though his behavior on way to same
> I've either forgotten or is unrecorded. But Wilde, semi-literate while
> fancying himself the Great Gentleman, and therefore ever the passionate
> letter-writer, commits howling misspellings such as referring to one of
> his girlfriends as "adwhorable."
That's something else again, Ken, and nothing whatsoever to with anyone I've
mentioned.
My American ex-fiancée got through her 18thC Phid exam by playing +The
Threepenny Opera+ on the way to the exam hall on her car cassette system.
The Brecht/Weill version -- That Whorehouse That We Once Called Home -- is
easily better than the Fielding original.
Blind John.
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