2011-12-03
A Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY Lord Illingworth Sir John Pontef...
LADY STUTFIELD. Yes; I see that. It is very, very helpful. LADY HUNSTANTON. I don't know how the wo...
LADY STUTFIELD. There is nothing, nothing like the beauty of home- life, is there? KELVIL. It is t...
takes it up and looks at envelope.] What a curious handwriting! It reminds me of the handwriting of...
know how unhappy he was. And after a whole dreadful week, during which one has gone about everywher...
was there, Caroline? LADY CAROLINE. There was poor Margaret's baby. You remember how anxious she w...
certainly not go away with you. LORD ILLINGWORTH. What nonsense, Rachel! MRS. ARBUTHNOT. Do you th...
Tuesday is always one of Mrs. Daubeny's bad nights. LADY HUNSTANTON. [Rising.] Well, I won't keep y...
first time. Provincialism has no SCALE of excellence in man or vegetable; it never knows a first-ra...
kills their mortal frames and drives out the immortal tenants. Men sicken of houses until at last t...
There are songs all written out in my soul, which I could read, if the flash might pass through the...
FIRST OF NOVEMBER, - the Earthquake-day. - There are traces of age in the one-hoss-shay. A general...
FIFTY CENTS was to be considered a rhetorical embellishment, and by no means a literal expression o...
Some seconds less would do no hurt. Of pictures, I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three o...