1.11.06

My dear fellow...

-My dear fellow, I am not quite serious. But I can't help detesting my relations. I supose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves. I quite sympathize with the rape of the English democracy against what they call the vices of the upper orders. The masses feel that drunkenness, stupidity, and immorality should be their own special property, and if any one of us makes an ass of himself he is poaching on their preserves. When poor Southwark got into the Divorce Court, their indignation was quite magnificent. And yet I don't suppose that ten per cent of the proletariat live correctly.
-I don't agree with a single word that you have said, and, what is more, Harry, I feel sure you don't either.
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Oscar Wilde. The Picture of Dorian Gray