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De Profundis (Latin: "from the depths") is a 50,000 word letter written by Oscar Wilde during his imprisonment in Reading Gaol, to Lord Alfred Douglas, his lover. Wilde wrote the letter between January and March 1897; he was not allowed to send it, but took it with him upon release. In it he repudiates Lord Alfred for what Wilde finally sees as his arrogance and vanity; he had not forgotten Douglas's remark, when he was ill, "When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting." He also felt redemption and fulfillment in his ordeal, realizing that his hardship had filled the soul with the fruit of experience, however bitter it tasted at the time.
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Oscar Wilde
5,664听books37.7k听followersOscar Fingal O'Fflahertie Wills Wilde was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of the most popular playwrights in London in the early 1890s. He is best remembered for his epigrams and plays, his novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, and his criminal conviction for gross indecency for homosexual acts.
Wilde's parents were Anglo-Irish intellectuals in Dublin. In his youth, Wilde learned to speak fluent French and German. At university, he read Greats; he demonstrated himself to be an exceptional classicist, first at Trinity College Dublin, then at Magdalen College, Oxford. He became associated with the emerging philosophy of aestheticism, led by two of his tutors, Walter Pater and John Ruskin. After university, Wilde moved to London into fashionable cultural and social circles.
Wilde tried his hand at various literary activities: he wrote a play, published a book of poems, lectured in the United States and Canada on "The English Renaissance" in art and interior decoration, and then returned to London where he lectured on his American travels and wrote reviews for various periodicals. Known for his biting wit, flamboyant dress and glittering conversational skill, Wilde became one of the best-known personalities of his day. At the turn of the 1890s, he refined his ideas about the supremacy of art in a series of dialogues and essays, and incorporated themes of decadence, duplicity, and beauty into what would be his only novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890). Wilde returned to drama, writing Salome (1891) in French while in Paris, but it was refused a licence for England due to an absolute prohibition on the portrayal of Biblical subjects on the English stage. Undiscouraged, Wilde produced four society comedies in the early 1890s, which made him one of the most successful playwrights of late-Victorian London.
At the height of his fame and success, while An Ideal Husband (1895) and The Importance of Being Earnest (1895) were still being performed in London, Wilde issued a civil writ against John Sholto Douglas, the 9th Marquess of Queensberry for criminal libel. The Marquess was the father of Wilde's lover, Lord Alfred Douglas. The libel hearings unearthed evidence that caused Wilde to drop his charges and led to his own arrest and criminal prosecution for gross indecency with other males. The jury was unable to reach a verdict and so a retrial was ordered. In the second trial Wilde was convicted and sentenced to two years' hard labour, the maximum penalty, and was jailed from 1895 to 1897. During his last year in prison he wrote De Profundis (published posthumously in abridged form in 1905), a long letter that discusses his spiritual journey through his trials and is a dark counterpoint to his earlier philosophy of pleasure. On the day of his release, he caught the overnight steamer to France, never to return to Britain or Ireland. In France and Italy, he wrote his last work, The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898), a long poem commemorating the harsh rhythms of prison life.
Wilde's parents were Anglo-Irish intellectuals in Dublin. In his youth, Wilde learned to speak fluent French and German. At university, he read Greats; he demonstrated himself to be an exceptional classicist, first at Trinity College Dublin, then at Magdalen College, Oxford. He became associated with the emerging philosophy of aestheticism, led by two of his tutors, Walter Pater and John Ruskin. After university, Wilde moved to London into fashionable cultural and social circles.
Wilde tried his hand at various literary activities: he wrote a play, published a book of poems, lectured in the United States and Canada on "The English Renaissance" in art and interior decoration, and then returned to London where he lectured on his American travels and wrote reviews for various periodicals. Known for his biting wit, flamboyant dress and glittering conversational skill, Wilde became one of the best-known personalities of his day. At the turn of the 1890s, he refined his ideas about the supremacy of art in a series of dialogues and essays, and incorporated themes of decadence, duplicity, and beauty into what would be his only novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890). Wilde returned to drama, writing Salome (1891) in French while in Paris, but it was refused a licence for England due to an absolute prohibition on the portrayal of Biblical subjects on the English stage. Undiscouraged, Wilde produced four society comedies in the early 1890s, which made him one of the most successful playwrights of late-Victorian London.
At the height of his fame and success, while An Ideal Husband (1895) and The Importance of Being Earnest (1895) were still being performed in London, Wilde issued a civil writ against John Sholto Douglas, the 9th Marquess of Queensberry for criminal libel. The Marquess was the father of Wilde's lover, Lord Alfred Douglas. The libel hearings unearthed evidence that caused Wilde to drop his charges and led to his own arrest and criminal prosecution for gross indecency with other males. The jury was unable to reach a verdict and so a retrial was ordered. In the second trial Wilde was convicted and sentenced to two years' hard labour, the maximum penalty, and was jailed from 1895 to 1897. During his last year in prison he wrote De Profundis (published posthumously in abridged form in 1905), a long letter that discusses his spiritual journey through his trials and is a dark counterpoint to his earlier philosophy of pleasure. On the day of his release, he caught the overnight steamer to France, never to return to Britain or Ireland. In France and Italy, he wrote his last work, The Ballad of Reading Gaol (1898), a long poem commemorating the harsh rhythms of prison life.
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At the beginning of 2016, I read an abridged version of De Profundis. Alongside with The Importance of Being Earnest, The Picture of Dorian Gray and Lord Arthur Savile鈥檚 Crime, it was one of the first things I read by Oscar Wilde and that made me utterly and irrevocably fall in love with him. After finishing the abridged version, I dived into an extensive research on Oscar and uncovered the injustices he had to face during his lifetime. So, the abridged version of this letter solidified him as my trash child, and I鈥檒l forever be grateful for that.
So I鈥檓 even more excited that over two years later I finally got around to reading the full letter and let me tell you, the tea is scalding hot in that one! Whilst the abridged version omitted almost all passages in which Oscar called out Bosie and his lowly ways, the full version has it all. So many accusations, so many insults, so much grief, so much heartbreak. Even though Oscar claims it isn鈥檛 so, this letter is essentially a love letter. Oscar claims that Bosie means nothing to him, that he has finally managed to break away 鈥� oh, my darling child, between the lines it鈥檚 so obvious how hurt, how fucking hurt, Oscar was that Bosie ignored him during his imprisonment. Oscar desperately wanted to receive letters from Bosie, be visited by him, have his affection and love鈥� and when after two years, he didn鈥檛 hear or see anything, he fucking snapped.
Oscar and Bosie鈥檚 love story is a tragic one. Not just due to the confinements of Victorian England that rendered homosexual relationships as 鈥渋ndecent鈥� and 鈥済ross鈥�, also because the two of them, in my frank judgement, didn鈥檛 belong together. Their relationship was bound to be fucked up. Oscar saw in Bosie the man he always wanted to be, young, beautiful, rich, admired 鈥� he was unable to see Bosie for who he really was due to his idealisation of him. And Bosie sought in Oscar, well, a man that could provide for him, financially and socially. Bosie loved the spotlight, he loved being at the side of a man who was hailed and celebrated all over the country. As soon as Oscar鈥檚 success dissolved, he no longer served a purpose for Bosie.
This is not a tale of star-crossed lovers. It鈥檚 a tale of two men who were bound to destroy one another. In De Profundis, Oscar truthfully details their history and how he tried and continuously failed to cut off his ties to Bosie. Oscar needed Bosie. He couldn鈥檛 let him go. The question arises whether Oscar, finally, needed to destroy himself. Oscar was way ahead of his time; that becomes even more clear when you take into consideration that he is more celebrated than ever in the 21st century. Just a few years back, the queen pardoned him for his 鈥渃rimes鈥�.
Apart from its subject matter, De Profundis is incredibly well written. I honestly cannot imagine Oscar sitting down in his cell for months on end and coming up with such brilliancy. He famously states in that letter: 鈥淚, once a lord of language, have no words in which to express my anguish and my shame.鈥� Oh, honey, don鈥檛 lie, the words are at your disposal as they always were. Oscar manages to be brutally honest yet endearing in his appeal. He compares himself to his own creations, Dorian Gray in particular. Both 鈥渢ook pleasure where it pleases me, and passed on.鈥� Oscar is disgusted by his former self, his hedonism. Or at least he claims he is.
The thing that fucks me up the most about this letter is that it just shows the paradoxical nature of Oscar and how he, ultimately, failed and didn鈥檛 fail to change his ways. Let me elaborate. I genuinely think that Oscar became a 鈥渂etter鈥� person after his imprisonment. He finally managed to see the faults in his excessive ways and that he basically didn鈥檛 give a shit about anyone apart from himself prior to 1895. I mean, I could go on a tangent about how he mistreated his wife and how Constance deserved so much better, but we don鈥檛 have the time.
After De Profundis, the only other two works that he published were 鈥淭wo Letters to the Daily Chronicle鈥�, in which he expressed his concern of the treatment of children in prisons, and 鈥淭he Ballad of Reading Goal鈥�, another appeal for the reform of conditions in British prisons. Both works show Oscar鈥檚 gain of empathy and that he was finally trying to do some good.
However, if you look at the bare facts of how he chose to lead his life after his release, I cannot help but shake my head. Whilst he claims in his letter that he鈥檒l refuse to see Bosie again (with the exception of one meeting in which he鈥檒l pick up some of his stuff from him), one of the first things he did after his release was going on a long vacation with him. Ignoring Robbie Ross and all of the other people who actually stood by his side during his imprisonment, he ran back to Bosie as if it were nothing. Their liaison was cut off by threats of cutting off their money. Both of them parted for a final time.
And even though Oscar trashes greedy rich people in his letter and reminds people to appreciate 鈥渓ess as more鈥�, he spent his salary of 150 pounds a year (that he got from family and friends) on booze and prostitutes. Of course, I understand that his fall from grace fucked him up real good and he couldn鈥檛 make his exile in Paris a true home for him, and needed coping mechanism for all of his fatal losses (lack of status, no money, Bosie gone, Constance dead).
The one thing that legit could make me cry for days is the fact that in his letter, Oscar still had so much hope for the future, for him as an artist; he wanted to create. He genuinely thought he would write again. The fact that he only managed to publish one narrative poem within the three years that he had left of his life, makes me incredibly sad. It鈥檚 one of the reasons why I appreciate 鈥淩eading Goal鈥� so much, it鈥檒l forever be my favourite work of his.
For anyone who is interested in Oscar, not just an artist but as a person, De Profundis is an essential read. It gives you a unique insight into his mind and how he coped with his fall from grace. In it, he claims that Bosie kept him from being creative, that he didn鈥檛 finish anything during his time at his side (i.e. the unfinished 鈥淎 Florentine Tragedy鈥� or 鈥淟a Sainte Courtisane鈥�). His words are vicious and ruthless. He wrote certain passages simply to hurt Bosie, to finally evoke a reaction from him. It鈥檚 a testimony of their toxic relationship, at the end of their time together both of them were left drained and hollow, yet couldn鈥檛 stay away from one another.
So I鈥檓 even more excited that over two years later I finally got around to reading the full letter and let me tell you, the tea is scalding hot in that one! Whilst the abridged version omitted almost all passages in which Oscar called out Bosie and his lowly ways, the full version has it all. So many accusations, so many insults, so much grief, so much heartbreak. Even though Oscar claims it isn鈥檛 so, this letter is essentially a love letter. Oscar claims that Bosie means nothing to him, that he has finally managed to break away 鈥� oh, my darling child, between the lines it鈥檚 so obvious how hurt, how fucking hurt, Oscar was that Bosie ignored him during his imprisonment. Oscar desperately wanted to receive letters from Bosie, be visited by him, have his affection and love鈥� and when after two years, he didn鈥檛 hear or see anything, he fucking snapped.
I have said that behind sorrow there is always sorrow. It were wiser still to say that behind sorrow there is always a soul. And to mock at a soul in pain is a dreadful thing.De Profundis is not fun to read. It is absolutely heartbreaking. It鈥檚 a demonstration of Oscar at his low point, you see the man for who he is, in the realest and rawest fashion; no mask to hide behind, no wit and snark to conceal his vulnerability. The letter is deeply personal and makes you feel like a perverted intruder or voyeur. These words weren鈥檛 meant for us but as the man for whom they were decided never to read them (seriously, fuck you, Bosie!) I think Oscar wouldn鈥檛 feel so bad about the public having a share in his suffering and feeling with and for him.
Oscar and Bosie鈥檚 love story is a tragic one. Not just due to the confinements of Victorian England that rendered homosexual relationships as 鈥渋ndecent鈥� and 鈥済ross鈥�, also because the two of them, in my frank judgement, didn鈥檛 belong together. Their relationship was bound to be fucked up. Oscar saw in Bosie the man he always wanted to be, young, beautiful, rich, admired 鈥� he was unable to see Bosie for who he really was due to his idealisation of him. And Bosie sought in Oscar, well, a man that could provide for him, financially and socially. Bosie loved the spotlight, he loved being at the side of a man who was hailed and celebrated all over the country. As soon as Oscar鈥檚 success dissolved, he no longer served a purpose for Bosie.
This is not a tale of star-crossed lovers. It鈥檚 a tale of two men who were bound to destroy one another. In De Profundis, Oscar truthfully details their history and how he tried and continuously failed to cut off his ties to Bosie. Oscar needed Bosie. He couldn鈥檛 let him go. The question arises whether Oscar, finally, needed to destroy himself. Oscar was way ahead of his time; that becomes even more clear when you take into consideration that he is more celebrated than ever in the 21st century. Just a few years back, the queen pardoned him for his 鈥渃rimes鈥�.
Apart from its subject matter, De Profundis is incredibly well written. I honestly cannot imagine Oscar sitting down in his cell for months on end and coming up with such brilliancy. He famously states in that letter: 鈥淚, once a lord of language, have no words in which to express my anguish and my shame.鈥� Oh, honey, don鈥檛 lie, the words are at your disposal as they always were. Oscar manages to be brutally honest yet endearing in his appeal. He compares himself to his own creations, Dorian Gray in particular. Both 鈥渢ook pleasure where it pleases me, and passed on.鈥� Oscar is disgusted by his former self, his hedonism. Or at least he claims he is.
The thing that fucks me up the most about this letter is that it just shows the paradoxical nature of Oscar and how he, ultimately, failed and didn鈥檛 fail to change his ways. Let me elaborate. I genuinely think that Oscar became a 鈥渂etter鈥� person after his imprisonment. He finally managed to see the faults in his excessive ways and that he basically didn鈥檛 give a shit about anyone apart from himself prior to 1895. I mean, I could go on a tangent about how he mistreated his wife and how Constance deserved so much better, but we don鈥檛 have the time.
After De Profundis, the only other two works that he published were 鈥淭wo Letters to the Daily Chronicle鈥�, in which he expressed his concern of the treatment of children in prisons, and 鈥淭he Ballad of Reading Goal鈥�, another appeal for the reform of conditions in British prisons. Both works show Oscar鈥檚 gain of empathy and that he was finally trying to do some good.
However, if you look at the bare facts of how he chose to lead his life after his release, I cannot help but shake my head. Whilst he claims in his letter that he鈥檒l refuse to see Bosie again (with the exception of one meeting in which he鈥檒l pick up some of his stuff from him), one of the first things he did after his release was going on a long vacation with him. Ignoring Robbie Ross and all of the other people who actually stood by his side during his imprisonment, he ran back to Bosie as if it were nothing. Their liaison was cut off by threats of cutting off their money. Both of them parted for a final time.
And even though Oscar trashes greedy rich people in his letter and reminds people to appreciate 鈥渓ess as more鈥�, he spent his salary of 150 pounds a year (that he got from family and friends) on booze and prostitutes. Of course, I understand that his fall from grace fucked him up real good and he couldn鈥檛 make his exile in Paris a true home for him, and needed coping mechanism for all of his fatal losses (lack of status, no money, Bosie gone, Constance dead).
Society takes it upon itself the right to inflict appalling punishment on the individual, but it also has the supreme vice of shallowness and fails to realise what it has done. When the man's punishment is over, it leaves him to himself; that is to say, it abandons him at the very moment when its highest duty towards him begins.Oscar knew that 鈥渟ociety, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer;鈥� nonetheless, I can鈥檛 help but think that Oscar was definitely not a person who practiced what he preached. He鈥檒l be forever my trash son, don鈥檛 get me wrong, but when you look at his life after his imprisonment, he didn鈥檛 follow through with his resolutions from De Profundis.
The one thing that legit could make me cry for days is the fact that in his letter, Oscar still had so much hope for the future, for him as an artist; he wanted to create. He genuinely thought he would write again. The fact that he only managed to publish one narrative poem within the three years that he had left of his life, makes me incredibly sad. It鈥檚 one of the reasons why I appreciate 鈥淩eading Goal鈥� so much, it鈥檒l forever be my favourite work of his.
For anyone who is interested in Oscar, not just an artist but as a person, De Profundis is an essential read. It gives you a unique insight into his mind and how he coped with his fall from grace. In it, he claims that Bosie kept him from being creative, that he didn鈥檛 finish anything during his time at his side (i.e. the unfinished 鈥淎 Florentine Tragedy鈥� or 鈥淟a Sainte Courtisane鈥�). His words are vicious and ruthless. He wrote certain passages simply to hurt Bosie, to finally evoke a reaction from him. It鈥檚 a testimony of their toxic relationship, at the end of their time together both of them were left drained and hollow, yet couldn鈥檛 stay away from one another.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are some one else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.It鈥檚 a horrible letter, really, and yet the most beautiful and important thing Oscar has ever written. We finally see the man behind his mask, Oscar behind his constructed facade.
October 26, 2020
鈥漀ow it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world. I cannot conceive of any other explanation. I am convinced that there is no other, and that if the world has indeed, as I have said, been built of sorrow, it has been built by the hands of love, because in no other way could the soul of man, for whom the world was made, reach the full stature of its perfection. Pleasure for the beautiful body, but pain for the beautiful soul."
韦慰 芦De profundis禄 纬蟻维蠁蟿畏魏蔚 蟽蟿畏 蠁蠀位伪魏萎, 蟽蔚 未喂维蟻魏蔚喂伪 蟿蟻喂蠋谓 渭畏谓蠋谓 蟿慰 1897. 螘委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 蟺蔚蟻委蔚蟻纬畏 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏. 螆谓伪 尉蔚蠂蠅蟻喂蟽蟿蠈 苇纬纬蟻伪蠁慰. 螠喂伪 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚蠀蟿喂魏萎 渭伪蟻蟿蠀蟻委伪. 螠喂伪 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁喂魏萎 未喂伪蟿蟻喂尾萎. 螠喂伪 魏蟻伪蠀纬萎 伪蟺蔚位蟺喂蟽委伪蟼 魏伪喂 胃维蟻蟻慰蠀蟼.
韦慰 慰尉蠉渭蠅蟻慰 蟽蟿畏谓 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿慰位萎 伪蠀蟿萎 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 蟿慰 纬蔚纬慰谓蠈蟼 蟺蠅蟼 伪蟺蔚蠀胃蠉谓蔚蟿伪喂 伪蠀蟽蟿畏蟻蠋蟼 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏维 蟽蔚 魏维蟺慰喂慰谓 伪蟺慰未苇魏蟿畏 蔚谓蠋 蟺伪蟻维位位畏位伪 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓伪 蔚尉伪喂蟻蔚蟿喂魏蠈 位慰纬慰蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏蠈 苇蟻纬慰 纬喂伪 未畏渭蠈蟽喂伪 蟺蟻慰尾慰位萎.
危蟿畏谓 慰蠀蟽委伪 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 芦蔚魏 尾伪胃苇蠅谓禄 蠄蠀蠂萎蟼 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螌蟽魏伪蟻 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿. 韦慰 魏蠉魏谓蔚喂慰 维蟽渭伪 蔚谓蠈蟼 蟿蔚蟻维蟽蟿喂慰蠀 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏慰蠉 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬慰蠉 渭蔚 渭喂伪 伪蠁慰蟻喂蟽蟿喂魏维 魏伪蟿伪蟻伪渭苇谓畏 魏蟻伪蠀纬萎 蟺维胃慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 蔚蟽蠅蟿蔚蟻喂魏萎蟼 蟺慰喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 蟺蟻慰蟼 蟿慰谓 委未喂慰 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰谓 蔚伪蠀蟿蠈.
韦慰 胃苇渭伪 蟿慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 蟿蟻伪纬蠅未委伪 蟺维胃慰蠀蟼. 螠喂伪 蔚魏蠁蟻伪蟽蟿喂魏萎 未蠀谓伪蟿蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蔚谓蠈蟼 伪蟺委蟽蟿蔚蠀蟿伪 蟻慰渭伪谓蟿喂魏慰蠉 魏伪喂 蔚蟻蠅蟿蔚蠀渭苇谓慰蠀 渭蔚 蟿畏 味蠅萎 魏伪喂 蟿伪 蟺维胃畏 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀 蟺慰蠀 伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟿伪喂 纬蟻维蠁慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰, 蠈蟿喂 渭喂位维蔚喂 伪蟺慰 蟿伪 尾维胃畏 蟿畏蟼 蟿蔚位喂魏萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 萎蟿蟿伪蟼.
螖喂伪尾维味慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰 伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟽伪喂 蟿慰 蟽蟺伪蟻伪纬渭蠈 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟺蟿蠋蟽畏 渭喂伪蟼 蟿蠈蟽慰 蔚蠀伪委蟽胃畏蟿畏蟼 魏伪喂 蔚蠀蠁蠀苇蟽蟿伪蟿畏蟼 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏萎蟼 蠁蠉蟽畏蟼.
危蠀渭蟺慰谓维蟼 胃伪蠀渭维味慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟺伪蟻维位位畏位伪 蟿畏谓 伪蟺蠈位蠀蟿畏 魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿蟻慰蠁萎 渭喂伪蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻慰蠂萎蟼 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼, 蟺慰蠀 维位位伪尉蔚 蟿畏 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟺慰喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼.
螆谓伪谓 渭慰谓伪蠂喂魏蠈 纬委纬伪谓蟿伪 蟿畏蟼 伪纬维蟺畏蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏蟼 渭蔚蟿维谓慰喂伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪魏慰位慰蠀胃蠋谓蟿伪蟼 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟻未喂维 蟿慰蠀, 蟿慰谓 伪蟺蔚纬谓蠅蟽渭苇谓慰 苇蟻蠅蟿伪, 蟿慰谓 尾委伪喂伪 蔚胃喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈 未蟻蠈渭慰 蟿畏蟼 伪蟺慰位伪蠀蟽蟿喂魏萎蟼 畏未慰谓萎蟼, 魏伪蟿苇位畏尉蔚 谓伪 渭畏 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 蟺位苇慰谓 伪谓 蟿慰谓 味畏位蔚蠉慰蠀谓 萎 伪谓 蟿慰谓 位蠀蟺慰蠉谓蟿伪喂. 螒谓 蟿慰谓 蟽蠀渭蟺慰谓慰蠉谓 渭蔚 胃位喂尾蔚蟻萎 魏伪蟿伪谓蠈畏蟽畏 萎 蟿慰谓 蠂位蔚蠀维味慰蠀谓 渭蔚 蟻畏蠂萎 蔚蠀蠂伪蟻委蟽蟿畏蟽畏.
韦伪蟺蔚喂谓蠋胃畏魏蔚, 胃蠀蟽喂维蟽蟿畏魏蔚, 苇蠂伪蟽蔚 蟿伪 蠈蟽伪 蟺位慰蠀蟽喂慰蟺维蟻慰蠂伪 蟿慰蠀 蔚委蠂蔚 蠂伪蟻委蟽蔚喂 畏 味蠅萎 伪蟺位蠈蠂蔚蟻伪 -伪蟺慰 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏萎 胃苇蟽畏, 慰喂魏慰纬蔚谓蔚喂伪魏萎 蔚蠀蟿蠀蠂委伪, 慰喂魏慰谓慰渭喂魏萎 蔚蠀渭维蟻蔚喂伪, 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏萎 魏伪位位喂苇蟻纬蔚喂伪, 蔚蠅蟼 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏萎 伪谓蠉蠄蠅蟽畏 蟽蟿慰 胃蟻蠈谓慰 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼. 螝伪喂 蟺伪蟻伪未蠈胃畏魏蔚 蟽蟿畏谓 蟿喂渭蠅蟻委伪 维谓蔚蠀 蠈蟻蠅谓.
螒蟺慰未苇蠂蟿畏魏蔚 蟿慰谓 未畏渭蠈蟽喂慰 蔚尉蔚蠀蟿蔚位喂蟽渭蠈. 韦慰谓 蠂位蔚蠀伪蟽渭蠈 蟿蠅谓 蔚蠂胃蟻蠋谓 蟿慰蠀. 韦畏谓 蟺蟻慰未慰蟽委伪 蟿蠅谓 蠁委位蠅谓 蟿慰蠀. 韦慰 蠂伪渭蠈 伪纬伪蟺畏渭苇谓蠅谓 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽蠋蟺蠅谓 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏苇蟼 伪蟺蠋位蔚喂蔚蟼 伪谓蠀蟺慰位蠈纬喂蟽蟿畏蟼 伪尉委伪蟼.
危蠀谓畏胃喂蟽渭苇谓慰蟼 谓伪 渭喂位维蔚喂 渭蔚 伪尾委伪蟽蟿畏 伪谓蠅蟿蔚蟻蠈蟿畏蟿伪, 蠁伪委谓蔚蟿伪喂 谓伪 蟺蟻慰魏伪位蔚委 蟿畏谓 蟿蟻伪纬蠅未委伪 蟿畏蟼 渭慰委蟻伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏 纬蔚渭委味蔚喂 渭蔚 渭喂伪 蟽蠉纬蠂蟻慰谓畏 蠁维蟻蟽伪 蟺慰蠀 蟺畏纬维味蔚喂 伪蟺慰 蟿慰 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏蠈 魏伪胃蔚蟽蟿蠋蟼.
螌蟿伪谓 纬蟻维蠁蔚喂 蔚喂谓伪喂 蟽伪谓 谓伪 渭喂位维蔚喂 渭蔚 谓蠈蟿蔚蟼, 蟽伪谓 谓伪 蟽蠀谓胃苇蟿蔚喂 蟿畏 渭慰蠀蟽喂魏萎 蟺慰蠀 蟿伪喂蟻喂伪味蔚喂 伪魏蟻喂尾蠋蟼 蟽蟿畏谓 伪谓慰渭委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿维谓蟿喂伪 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 蟿慰蠀.
螘委谓伪喂 苇谓伪蟼 维蟻蠂慰谓蟿伪蟼 蠀蠄畏位萎蟼 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽蟿喂魏萎蟼 魏位畏蟻慰谓慰渭喂维蟼 魏伪喂 未喂伪蠂蟻慰谓喂魏萎蟼 伪尉委伪蟼.
螣 未喂伪蟽蠀蟻渭蠈蟼, 畏 尾喂伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪, 蟿伪 伪喂蟽蠂蟻维 魏伪喂 蠁胃畏谓维 魏慰蠀蟿蟽慰渭蟺慰位喂维, 畏 蟽蟿苇蟻畏蟽畏 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏萎蟼 蔚渭蟺蔚喂蟻委伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蟻畏蠂蠈 伪委蟽胃畏渭伪, 蠈蟽慰 魏喂 伪谓 伪蟻渭蠈味慰蠀谓 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿维蟽蟿伪蟽畏 蟺慰蠀 伪谓伪纬魏维蟽蟿畏魏蔚 谓伪 味蔚喂, 未蔚 蟿慰蠀 蟿伪喂蟻喂维味慰蠀谓, 蔚委谓伪喂 蠄蔚蠉蟿喂魏伪, 蟽伪谓 蟿慰 蠂蟻蠀蟽维蠁喂 蟿慰蠀 螠萎未伪.
螤蟻慰蟽蟺伪胃蔚委 渭苇蟽伪 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 谓伪 蔚魏位慰纬喂魏蔚蠉蟽蔚喂 蟿伪 未蔚喂谓维 蟿慰蠀. 螕喂伪 谓伪 伪谓蟿苇尉蔚喂. 螔喂蠋谓蔚喂 魏伪蟿维蠄蠀蠂伪 魏伪喂 魏伪蟿维蟽伪蟻魏伪 蟿畏 胃位委蠄畏. 螤喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蔚喂 蟺蠅蟼 蟺委蟽蠅 伪蟺慰 魏维胃蔚 蟺蠈谓慰, 魏维胃蔚 胃位委蠄畏, 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 渭喂伪 蠄蠀蠂萎 蟺慰蠀 伪尉委味蔚喂 谓伪 伪纬伪蟺喂苇蟿伪喂, 蟺慰蠀 蟽蟿苇魏蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 蟽蠀渭尾慰位喂魏萎 胃苇蟽畏 渭蔚 蟿慰 委未喂慰 蟿慰 渭蠀蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟿畏蟼 蠉蟺伪蟻尉畏蟼.
螒谓伪纬维纬蔚喂 蟿畏 渭慰委蟻伪 蟿慰蠀 蟽蔚 魏慰喂谓萎 魏伪喂 蟺伪谓伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓畏. 螖蔚谓 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼, 未喂伪蟿蔚委谓蔚蟿伪喂, 蟺慰蠀 谓伪 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿蠈蟽慰 维胃位喂慰蟼 蠈蟽慰 慰 委未喂慰蟼, 谓伪 味蔚喂 蟽蔚 蟺伪蟻蠈渭慰喂伪 伪胃位喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 渭蔚 蟿畏 未喂魏萎 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 谓伪 渭畏谓 芦蟺维蟽蠂蔚喂禄 纬喂伪 蟿慰 渭蠀蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼.
螤喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏萎 渭慰蟻蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 伪纬谓蠅蟽蟿喂魏喂蟽渭慰蠉 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽未委未蔚喂 渭喂伪 蟿蔚位蔚蟿慰蠀蟻纬喂魏萎 纬位蠋蟽蟽伪 魏伪喂 渭喂伪 魏慰蟽渭喂魏萎 伪尉委蠅蟽畏, 蠈蟺蠅蟼 伪尉委味蔚喂 蟽蔚 魏维胃蔚 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚委伪.
螘委谓伪喂 尾伪胃喂维 伪蟿慰渭喂蟽蟿萎蟼, 蠈蟺蠅蟼 萎蟿伪谓 魏伪蟿维 蟿畏谓 维蟺慰蠄畏 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 慰 委未喂慰蟼 慰 围蟻喂蟽蟿蠈蟼.
螜蟽蠂蠀蟻委味蔚蟿伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 畏 蠁蠀位维魏喂蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰谓 伪蟺慰未苇蟽渭蔚蠀蟽蔚 伪蟺慰 魏维胃蔚 蠀位喂魏萎 伪谓伪纬魏伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 魏伪喂 蔚谓委蟽蠂蠀蟽蔚 蟿畏谓 伪蠀蟿慰蟺蔚蟺慰委胃畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀.
螚 伪蟺蠈位蠀蟿畏 喂未苇伪 蟺慰蠀 魏维谓蔚喂 蟿畏谓 伪蠀蟿慰魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿蟻慰蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 蔚谓伪 蠈谓蔚喂蟻慰 蔚蟺伪谓蔚魏魏委谓畏蟽畏蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 畏 位慰纬喂魏萎 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼.
螚 蟿苇蠂谓畏, 蟺慰蠀 魏维谓蔚喂 蟿慰 蠁伪谓蟿伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏萎 蠉蟺伪蟻尉畏 魏伪喂 蔚谓蠋谓蔚喂 蟿畏谓 蠉位畏 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟺谓蔚蠉渭伪.
螜未伪谓喂魏蠈蟼 蔚蟺伪纬纬蔚位渭伪蟿委伪蟼 蟿畏蟼 伪谓蠋蟿伪蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼 蟽蠉渭蠁蠅谓伪 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 围蟻喂蟽蟿蠈蟼.
螣 围蟻喂蟽蟿蠈蟼 蟺慰蠀 苇魏伪谓蔚 蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪 纬喂伪 谓伪 魏伪蟿伪位维尾慰蠀谓 慰喂 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂 蟺蠅蟼 蟿慰 尾伪蟽委位蔚喂慰 蟿蠅谓 慰蠀蟻伪谓蠋谓 蔚喂谓伪喂 畏 委未喂伪 畏 蠄蠀蠂萎 蟿慰蠀蟼. 螖委未伪尉蔚 蟺蠅蟼 畏 伪纬维蟺畏 蔚喂谓伪喂 慰渭慰蟻蠁蠈蟿蔚蟻畏 伪蟺慰 蟿慰 渭委蟽慰蟼 魏伪喂 畏 渭蔚蟿维谓慰喂伪 慰 渭慰谓伪未喂魏蠈蟼 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰蟼 纬喂伪 谓伪 伪位位维尉蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 蟿慰 蟺伪蟻蔚位胃蠈谓.
螒纬维蟺畏蟽蔚 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪渭伪蟻蟿蠅位慰蠉蟼 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 伪蟺慰 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚蠀蟽蔚尾蔚委蟼 魏伪喂 蟿伪 蟽魏慰蟿维未喂伪 蟿慰蠀蟼.
螚 蟿蔚位喂魏萎 伪蟺慰蟿委渭畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪 蔚委谓伪喂 畏 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿伪 魏伪喂 畏 胃苇位畏蟽畏 谓伪 渭蔚蟿伪渭慰蟻蠁蠋蟽蔚喂 蟿畏谓 蠄蔚蠉蟿喂魏畏 伪尉委伪 蟿慰蠀 蠀位喂魏慰蠉 蟽蔚 伪喂蟽胃畏蟿喂魏蠈 胃畏蟽伪蠀蟻蠈.
螠苇蟽伪 伪蟺慰 蟿畏 未喂伪蟻魏萎 伪尉委伪 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼 畏 蠂维蟻畏 蟿畏蟼 蟺委蟽蟿畏蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 未喂伪蟻魏萎蟼 蠀蟺蔚谓胃蠉渭喂蟽畏 魏伪喂 渭喂伪 蟺蟻慰蟿蟻慰蟺萎 纬喂伪 谓伪 尉蔚蠁蠉纬蔚喂 伪蟺慰 蟿慰 尾维胃慰蟼 蟿畏蟼 未蠀蟽蟿蠀蠂委伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 渭苇蟽蠅 蟿畏蟼 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬委伪蟼.
韦慰 De profundis 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 未萎位蠅蟽畏 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏蟼 萎 渭蔚蟿伪谓慰委伪蟼.
螒蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 委蟽蠅蟼 渭喂伪 蔚蠉胃蟻伪蠀蟽蟿畏 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 蠉位畏 蟺慰蠀 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉蟽蔚 谓伪 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬萎蟽蔚喂 蟿畏 尾维蟽畏 蟽蟿萎蟻喂尉畏蟼 蔚谓维谓蟿喂伪 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿伪尾伪蟻维胃蟻蠅蟽畏 蟿畏蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼.
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螤慰位位慰蠉蟼 伪蟽蟺伪蟽渭慰蠉蟼!!!
韦慰 芦De profundis禄 纬蟻维蠁蟿畏魏蔚 蟽蟿畏 蠁蠀位伪魏萎, 蟽蔚 未喂维蟻魏蔚喂伪 蟿蟻喂蠋谓 渭畏谓蠋谓 蟿慰 1897. 螘委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 蟺蔚蟻委蔚蟻纬畏 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏. 螆谓伪 尉蔚蠂蠅蟻喂蟽蟿蠈 苇纬纬蟻伪蠁慰. 螠喂伪 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚蠀蟿喂魏萎 渭伪蟻蟿蠀蟻委伪. 螠喂伪 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁喂魏萎 未喂伪蟿蟻喂尾萎. 螠喂伪 魏蟻伪蠀纬萎 伪蟺蔚位蟺喂蟽委伪蟼 魏伪喂 胃维蟻蟻慰蠀蟼.
韦慰 慰尉蠉渭蠅蟻慰 蟽蟿畏谓 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿慰位萎 伪蠀蟿萎 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 蟿慰 纬蔚纬慰谓蠈蟼 蟺蠅蟼 伪蟺蔚蠀胃蠉谓蔚蟿伪喂 伪蠀蟽蟿畏蟻蠋蟼 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏维 蟽蔚 魏维蟺慰喂慰谓 伪蟺慰未苇魏蟿畏 蔚谓蠋 蟺伪蟻维位位畏位伪 蔚委谓伪喂 苇谓伪 蔚尉伪喂蟻蔚蟿喂魏蠈 位慰纬慰蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏蠈 苇蟻纬慰 纬喂伪 未畏渭蠈蟽喂伪 蟺蟻慰尾慰位萎.
危蟿畏谓 慰蠀蟽委伪 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 芦蔚魏 尾伪胃苇蠅谓禄 蠄蠀蠂萎蟼 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螌蟽魏伪蟻 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿. 韦慰 魏蠉魏谓蔚喂慰 维蟽渭伪 蔚谓蠈蟼 蟿蔚蟻维蟽蟿喂慰蠀 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏慰蠉 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬慰蠉 渭蔚 渭喂伪 伪蠁慰蟻喂蟽蟿喂魏维 魏伪蟿伪蟻伪渭苇谓畏 魏蟻伪蠀纬萎 蟺维胃慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 蔚蟽蠅蟿蔚蟻喂魏萎蟼 蟺慰喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 蟺蟻慰蟼 蟿慰谓 委未喂慰 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰谓 蔚伪蠀蟿蠈.
韦慰 胃苇渭伪 蟿慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 蟿蟻伪纬蠅未委伪 蟺维胃慰蠀蟼. 螠喂伪 蔚魏蠁蟻伪蟽蟿喂魏萎 未蠀谓伪蟿蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蔚谓蠈蟼 伪蟺委蟽蟿蔚蠀蟿伪 蟻慰渭伪谓蟿喂魏慰蠉 魏伪喂 蔚蟻蠅蟿蔚蠀渭苇谓慰蠀 渭蔚 蟿畏 味蠅萎 魏伪喂 蟿伪 蟺维胃畏 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺慰蠀 蟺慰蠀 伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟿伪喂 纬蟻维蠁慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰, 蠈蟿喂 渭喂位维蔚喂 伪蟺慰 蟿伪 尾维胃畏 蟿畏蟼 蟿蔚位喂魏萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 萎蟿蟿伪蟼.
螖喂伪尾维味慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟿慰 伪喂蟽胃维谓蔚蟽伪喂 蟿慰 蟽蟺伪蟻伪纬渭蠈 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟺蟿蠋蟽畏 渭喂伪蟼 蟿蠈蟽慰 蔚蠀伪委蟽胃畏蟿畏蟼 魏伪喂 蔚蠀蠁蠀苇蟽蟿伪蟿畏蟼 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏萎蟼 蠁蠉蟽畏蟼.
危蠀渭蟺慰谓维蟼 胃伪蠀渭维味慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟺伪蟻维位位畏位伪 蟿畏谓 伪蟺蠈位蠀蟿畏 魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿蟻慰蠁萎 渭喂伪蟼 蠀蟺蔚蟻慰蠂萎蟼 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼, 蟺慰蠀 维位位伪尉蔚 蟿畏 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蟺慰喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼.
螆谓伪谓 渭慰谓伪蠂喂魏蠈 纬委纬伪谓蟿伪 蟿畏蟼 伪纬维蟺畏蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏蟼 渭蔚蟿维谓慰喂伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 伪魏慰位慰蠀胃蠋谓蟿伪蟼 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟻未喂维 蟿慰蠀, 蟿慰谓 伪蟺蔚纬谓蠅蟽渭苇谓慰 苇蟻蠅蟿伪, 蟿慰谓 尾委伪喂伪 蔚胃喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈 未蟻蠈渭慰 蟿畏蟼 伪蟺慰位伪蠀蟽蟿喂魏萎蟼 畏未慰谓萎蟼, 魏伪蟿苇位畏尉蔚 谓伪 渭畏 纬谓蠅蟻委味蔚喂 蟺位苇慰谓 伪谓 蟿慰谓 味畏位蔚蠉慰蠀谓 萎 伪谓 蟿慰谓 位蠀蟺慰蠉谓蟿伪喂. 螒谓 蟿慰谓 蟽蠀渭蟺慰谓慰蠉谓 渭蔚 胃位喂尾蔚蟻萎 魏伪蟿伪谓蠈畏蟽畏 萎 蟿慰谓 蠂位蔚蠀维味慰蠀谓 渭蔚 蟻畏蠂萎 蔚蠀蠂伪蟻委蟽蟿畏蟽畏.
韦伪蟺蔚喂谓蠋胃畏魏蔚, 胃蠀蟽喂维蟽蟿畏魏蔚, 苇蠂伪蟽蔚 蟿伪 蠈蟽伪 蟺位慰蠀蟽喂慰蟺维蟻慰蠂伪 蟿慰蠀 蔚委蠂蔚 蠂伪蟻委蟽蔚喂 畏 味蠅萎 伪蟺位蠈蠂蔚蟻伪 -伪蟺慰 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏萎 胃苇蟽畏, 慰喂魏慰纬蔚谓蔚喂伪魏萎 蔚蠀蟿蠀蠂委伪, 慰喂魏慰谓慰渭喂魏萎 蔚蠀渭维蟻蔚喂伪, 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏萎 魏伪位位喂苇蟻纬蔚喂伪, 蔚蠅蟼 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏萎 伪谓蠉蠄蠅蟽畏 蟽蟿慰 胃蟻蠈谓慰 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼. 螝伪喂 蟺伪蟻伪未蠈胃畏魏蔚 蟽蟿畏谓 蟿喂渭蠅蟻委伪 维谓蔚蠀 蠈蟻蠅谓.
螒蟺慰未苇蠂蟿畏魏蔚 蟿慰谓 未畏渭蠈蟽喂慰 蔚尉蔚蠀蟿蔚位喂蟽渭蠈. 韦慰谓 蠂位蔚蠀伪蟽渭蠈 蟿蠅谓 蔚蠂胃蟻蠋谓 蟿慰蠀. 韦畏谓 蟺蟻慰未慰蟽委伪 蟿蠅谓 蠁委位蠅谓 蟿慰蠀. 韦慰 蠂伪渭蠈 伪纬伪蟺畏渭苇谓蠅谓 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽蠋蟺蠅谓 魏伪喂 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏苇蟼 伪蟺蠋位蔚喂蔚蟼 伪谓蠀蟺慰位蠈纬喂蟽蟿畏蟼 伪尉委伪蟼.
危蠀谓畏胃喂蟽渭苇谓慰蟼 谓伪 渭喂位维蔚喂 渭蔚 伪尾委伪蟽蟿畏 伪谓蠅蟿蔚蟻蠈蟿畏蟿伪, 蠁伪委谓蔚蟿伪喂 谓伪 蟺蟻慰魏伪位蔚委 蟿畏谓 蟿蟻伪纬蠅未委伪 蟿畏蟼 渭慰委蟻伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏 纬蔚渭委味蔚喂 渭蔚 渭喂伪 蟽蠉纬蠂蟻慰谓畏 蠁维蟻蟽伪 蟺慰蠀 蟺畏纬维味蔚喂 伪蟺慰 蟿慰 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏蠈 魏伪胃蔚蟽蟿蠋蟼.
螌蟿伪谓 纬蟻维蠁蔚喂 蔚喂谓伪喂 蟽伪谓 谓伪 渭喂位维蔚喂 渭蔚 谓蠈蟿蔚蟼, 蟽伪谓 谓伪 蟽蠀谓胃苇蟿蔚喂 蟿畏 渭慰蠀蟽喂魏萎 蟺慰蠀 蟿伪喂蟻喂伪味蔚喂 伪魏蟻喂尾蠋蟼 蟽蟿畏谓 伪谓慰渭委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿维谓蟿喂伪 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 蟿慰蠀.
螘委谓伪喂 苇谓伪蟼 维蟻蠂慰谓蟿伪蟼 蠀蠄畏位萎蟼 蟺慰位喂蟿喂蟽蟿喂魏萎蟼 魏位畏蟻慰谓慰渭喂维蟼 魏伪喂 未喂伪蠂蟻慰谓喂魏萎蟼 伪尉委伪蟼.
螣 未喂伪蟽蠀蟻渭蠈蟼, 畏 尾喂伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪, 蟿伪 伪喂蟽蠂蟻维 魏伪喂 蠁胃畏谓维 魏慰蠀蟿蟽慰渭蟺慰位喂维, 畏 蟽蟿苇蟻畏蟽畏 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏萎蟼 蔚渭蟺蔚喂蟻委伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蟻畏蠂蠈 伪委蟽胃畏渭伪, 蠈蟽慰 魏喂 伪谓 伪蟻渭蠈味慰蠀谓 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿维蟽蟿伪蟽畏 蟺慰蠀 伪谓伪纬魏维蟽蟿畏魏蔚 谓伪 味蔚喂, 未蔚 蟿慰蠀 蟿伪喂蟻喂维味慰蠀谓, 蔚委谓伪喂 蠄蔚蠉蟿喂魏伪, 蟽伪谓 蟿慰 蠂蟻蠀蟽维蠁喂 蟿慰蠀 螠萎未伪.
螤蟻慰蟽蟺伪胃蔚委 渭苇蟽伪 伪蟺慰 蟿畏谓 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 谓伪 蔚魏位慰纬喂魏蔚蠉蟽蔚喂 蟿伪 未蔚喂谓维 蟿慰蠀. 螕喂伪 谓伪 伪谓蟿苇尉蔚喂. 螔喂蠋谓蔚喂 魏伪蟿维蠄蠀蠂伪 魏伪喂 魏伪蟿维蟽伪蟻魏伪 蟿畏 胃位委蠄畏. 螤喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蔚喂 蟺蠅蟼 蟺委蟽蠅 伪蟺慰 魏维胃蔚 蟺蠈谓慰, 魏维胃蔚 胃位委蠄畏, 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 渭喂伪 蠄蠀蠂萎 蟺慰蠀 伪尉委味蔚喂 谓伪 伪纬伪蟺喂苇蟿伪喂, 蟺慰蠀 蟽蟿苇魏蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 蟽蠀渭尾慰位喂魏萎 胃苇蟽畏 渭蔚 蟿慰 委未喂慰 蟿慰 渭蠀蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟿畏蟼 蠉蟺伪蟻尉畏蟼.
螒谓伪纬维纬蔚喂 蟿畏 渭慰委蟻伪 蟿慰蠀 蟽蔚 魏慰喂谓萎 魏伪喂 蟺伪谓伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓畏. 螖蔚谓 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼, 未喂伪蟿蔚委谓蔚蟿伪喂, 蟺慰蠀 谓伪 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿蠈蟽慰 维胃位喂慰蟼 蠈蟽慰 慰 委未喂慰蟼, 谓伪 味蔚喂 蟽蔚 蟺伪蟻蠈渭慰喂伪 伪胃位喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 渭蔚 蟿畏 未喂魏萎 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 谓伪 渭畏谓 芦蟺维蟽蠂蔚喂禄 纬喂伪 蟿慰 渭蠀蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼.
螤喂蟽蟿蔚蠉蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏萎 渭慰蟻蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 伪纬谓蠅蟽蟿喂魏喂蟽渭慰蠉 魏伪喂 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽未委未蔚喂 渭喂伪 蟿蔚位蔚蟿慰蠀蟻纬喂魏萎 纬位蠋蟽蟽伪 魏伪喂 渭喂伪 魏慰蟽渭喂魏萎 伪尉委蠅蟽畏, 蠈蟺蠅蟼 伪尉委味蔚喂 蟽蔚 魏维胃蔚 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚委伪.
螘委谓伪喂 尾伪胃喂维 伪蟿慰渭喂蟽蟿萎蟼, 蠈蟺蠅蟼 萎蟿伪谓 魏伪蟿维 蟿畏谓 维蟺慰蠄畏 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 慰 委未喂慰蟼 慰 围蟻喂蟽蟿蠈蟼.
螜蟽蠂蠀蟻委味蔚蟿伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 畏 蠁蠀位维魏喂蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰谓 伪蟺慰未苇蟽渭蔚蠀蟽蔚 伪蟺慰 魏维胃蔚 蠀位喂魏萎 伪谓伪纬魏伪喂蠈蟿畏蟿伪 魏伪喂 蔚谓委蟽蠂蠀蟽蔚 蟿畏谓 伪蠀蟿慰蟺蔚蟺慰委胃畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀.
螚 伪蟺蠈位蠀蟿畏 喂未苇伪 蟺慰蠀 魏维谓蔚喂 蟿畏谓 伪蠀蟿慰魏伪蟿伪蟽蟿蟻慰蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 蔚谓伪 蠈谓蔚喂蟻慰 蔚蟺伪谓蔚魏魏委谓畏蟽畏蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 畏 位慰纬喂魏萎 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼.
螚 蟿苇蠂谓畏, 蟺慰蠀 魏维谓蔚喂 蟿慰 蠁伪谓蟿伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏萎 蠉蟺伪蟻尉畏 魏伪喂 蔚谓蠋谓蔚喂 蟿畏谓 蠉位畏 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟺谓蔚蠉渭伪.
螜未伪谓喂魏蠈蟼 蔚蟺伪纬纬蔚位渭伪蟿委伪蟼 蟿畏蟼 伪谓蠋蟿伪蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼 蟽蠉渭蠁蠅谓伪 渭蔚 蟿慰谓 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 围蟻喂蟽蟿蠈蟼.
螣 围蟻喂蟽蟿蠈蟼 蟺慰蠀 苇魏伪谓蔚 蟿伪 蟺维谓蟿伪 纬喂伪 谓伪 魏伪蟿伪位维尾慰蠀谓 慰喂 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰喂 蟺蠅蟼 蟿慰 尾伪蟽委位蔚喂慰 蟿蠅谓 慰蠀蟻伪谓蠋谓 蔚喂谓伪喂 畏 委未喂伪 畏 蠄蠀蠂萎 蟿慰蠀蟼. 螖委未伪尉蔚 蟺蠅蟼 畏 伪纬维蟺畏 蔚喂谓伪喂 慰渭慰蟻蠁蠈蟿蔚蟻畏 伪蟺慰 蟿慰 渭委蟽慰蟼 魏伪喂 畏 渭蔚蟿维谓慰喂伪 慰 渭慰谓伪未喂魏蠈蟼 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰蟼 纬喂伪 谓伪 伪位位维尉蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 蟿慰 蟺伪蟻蔚位胃蠈谓.
螒纬维蟺畏蟽蔚 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪渭伪蟻蟿蠅位慰蠉蟼 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 伪蟺慰 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚蠀蟽蔚尾蔚委蟼 魏伪喂 蟿伪 蟽魏慰蟿维未喂伪 蟿慰蠀蟼.
螚 蟿蔚位喂魏萎 伪蟺慰蟿委渭畏蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪 蔚委谓伪喂 畏 伪蟺慰蠁伪蟽喂蟽蟿喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿伪 魏伪喂 畏 胃苇位畏蟽畏 谓伪 渭蔚蟿伪渭慰蟻蠁蠋蟽蔚喂 蟿畏谓 蠄蔚蠉蟿喂魏畏 伪尉委伪 蟿慰蠀 蠀位喂魏慰蠉 蟽蔚 伪喂蟽胃畏蟿喂魏蠈 胃畏蟽伪蠀蟻蠈.
螠苇蟽伪 伪蟺慰 蟿畏 未喂伪蟻魏萎 伪尉委伪 蟿畏蟼 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼 畏 蠂维蟻畏 蟿畏蟼 蟺委蟽蟿畏蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 未喂伪蟻魏萎蟼 蠀蟺蔚谓胃蠉渭喂蟽畏 魏伪喂 渭喂伪 蟺蟻慰蟿蟻慰蟺萎 纬喂伪 谓伪 尉蔚蠁蠉纬蔚喂 伪蟺慰 蟿慰 尾维胃慰蟼 蟿畏蟼 未蠀蟽蟿蠀蠂委伪蟼 蟿慰蠀 渭苇蟽蠅 蟿畏蟼 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬委伪蟼.
韦慰 De profundis 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 未萎位蠅蟽畏 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏蟼 萎 渭蔚蟿伪谓慰委伪蟼.
螒蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 委蟽蠅蟼 渭喂伪 蔚蠉胃蟻伪蠀蟽蟿畏 蟺蟻蠋蟿畏 蠉位畏 蟺慰蠀 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉蟽蔚 谓伪 未畏渭喂慰蠀蟻纬萎蟽蔚喂 蟿畏 尾维蟽畏 蟽蟿萎蟻喂尉畏蟼 蔚谓维谓蟿喂伪 蟽蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿伪尾伪蟻维胃蟻蠅蟽畏 蟿畏蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼.
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螝伪位萎 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏.
螤慰位位慰蠉蟼 伪蟽蟺伪蟽渭慰蠉蟼!!!
December 3, 2024
Two magnificent texts by Oscar Wilde are particularly poignant.
The Ballad of Reading Gaol, the same place where Wilde was imprisoned, tells the true story and drama of a soldier sentenced for having murdered his wife.
De Profundis is a long letter addressed to Lord Douglas by Oscar Wilde, who blames him for abandoning him to his fate.
Oscar Wilde, who had accustomed us to stunning reflections on life and his aesthetics, gave us a last, very moving testimony published after his death in 1900.
The Ballad of Reading Gaol, the same place where Wilde was imprisoned, tells the true story and drama of a soldier sentenced for having murdered his wife.
De Profundis is a long letter addressed to Lord Douglas by Oscar Wilde, who blames him for abandoning him to his fate.
Oscar Wilde, who had accustomed us to stunning reflections on life and his aesthetics, gave us a last, very moving testimony published after his death in 1900.
January 5, 2010
It is funny how sometimes books come at you (and when I say you, I mean me), sometimes almost in clusters. It is almost like there really is a God and He has infinite knowledge of the universe and knows just what it is that you need to be thinking about right about now, except He is curiously shy and so He doesn鈥檛 like to come right out with it and tell you directly what鈥檚 on His mind. So, instead, He leaves books lying around in places where you are fairly likely to trip over them and then pick them up and think about them 鈥� you know, it鈥檚 been a while since I read a book about someone rotting away in prison, I ought to read this鈥�
Except, it hasn鈥檛 been a while since I did anything of the sort. Only the other week I was reading another perfectly good book written by a man who was rotting away in a perfectly good prison and that book also had him thinking about the consolation given to him by philosophy. This book isn鈥檛 too different from that one (). The big difference is that this should probably be called the consolation of art 鈥� but other than that I guess the message of both is much the same.
The Message is pretty much that we are alone in the world. If you are to live a life that isn鈥檛 a clich茅 you have to learn that most people don鈥檛 live their own lives, they live lives that should be bound by quotation marks. 鈥淢ost people are other people.鈥� Wilde says himself. They think other people鈥檚 thoughts, they mouth whatever are the most popular opinions of the day, they watch the same stuff on television that everyone else does and they can even put together sentences grouped into endless paragraphs on subjects of infinite fascination as the merits of the computer generated graphics they saw in Avatar.
If you are going to live a worthwhile life (and isn鈥檛 that the only question of any interest in the whole of philosophy 鈥� which is probably why it is the one question modern philosophy seems to avoid) then Wilde鈥檚 advice is to at least try to be yourself. He acknowledges that doing that is a hard thing 鈥� Christ, they might even put you in gaol if you try that sort of thing 鈥� but the alternative is a much worse prison cell and one where you are both prisoner and warder, where you turn the key that locks you in yourself.
Eliot, of course, was wrong 鈥� but being a poet he gets to be wrong as long as he is beautifully wrong. We don鈥檛 think of the key, each sitting in our prison thinking of the key as if that confirmed the prison 鈥� the most frightening thing is that we don鈥檛 think of the key at all 鈥� we don鈥檛 think of the key because to think of the key is to acknowledge the prison. And for most of us that is too much to acknowledge. Prison? What prison?
But there is an escape plan. We are individuals and life is not the ordered, rational, scientifically verifiable and graphed out hypothesis in fifteen variables that someone of the Enlightenment might have decided you ought to think it is. Wilde sees the great conflict of the human soul as being that between Classicism and Romanticism and in that conflict we need to take sides and the side Wilde takes is Romanticism. As he says, 鈥淚 am one of those who is made for exceptions, not for laws鈥�.
And let鈥檚 face it, we do like our victims to find forgiveness for us after we have meted out our punishments of them. Wilde even discovers Christ, in a sense 鈥� though, I think the Christ Wilde discovers isn鈥檛 quite the same Christ that many Christians would be familiar with. This is not Christ the punisher, Christ the faith-healer or Christ the disappointed friend 鈥� but rather a Christ who is wise enough to use children as his example to us of who we should strive to be like. Such a Christ is someone worthy of being followed.
His was a Christ who was the lover of ignorant people, the protector of the exceptions, the defender of those who might just prove to have a great idea.
I thought this was a remarkable book 鈥� and a terribly sad book too. Although in the end of this Wilde, like Boethius, is not as bitter with his fate as he could so easily be, although he envisions a future life that is not dedicated to the pursuit solely of pleasure, but rather to a life that also acknowledges darker shades and minor keys; art is seen as the means to free ourselves from the horrors this world presents us with dreadful, if not predictable, regularity.
This was a remarkable book 鈥� I found it incredibly moving and often painfully sad. I think, though, that it is often good to be reminded of both the infinite harm we can cause to other people and also the near perfect gift we give that is contained in our simplest act of kindness. This really is a lovely piece of writing.
The stuff on Hamlet is worth reading on its own 鈥� nothing is invariably good, and art must also be included in that 鈥� Hamlet creating the play within the play in which to watch the effect this causes is Hamlet the artist. Hamlet鈥檚 madness is Hamlet the actor. And this plays a great part in what is the tragedy of Hamlet.
This is, like so many of Wilde鈥檚 works, full of quotable quotes and so here are a quick selection of some of my favourites 鈥�
鈥淭here were Christians before Christ. For that we should be grateful. The unfortunate thing is that there have been none since鈥� 鈥�
鈥淎 man whose desire is to be something separate from himself, to be a member of parliament, or a successful grocer, or a prominent solicitor, or a judge, or something equally tedious, invariably succeeds in being what he want to be. That is his punishment.鈥� 鈥�
鈥淚 must accept the fact that one is punished for the good as well as the evil that one does鈥�.
Except, it hasn鈥檛 been a while since I did anything of the sort. Only the other week I was reading another perfectly good book written by a man who was rotting away in a perfectly good prison and that book also had him thinking about the consolation given to him by philosophy. This book isn鈥檛 too different from that one (). The big difference is that this should probably be called the consolation of art 鈥� but other than that I guess the message of both is much the same.
The Message is pretty much that we are alone in the world. If you are to live a life that isn鈥檛 a clich茅 you have to learn that most people don鈥檛 live their own lives, they live lives that should be bound by quotation marks. 鈥淢ost people are other people.鈥� Wilde says himself. They think other people鈥檚 thoughts, they mouth whatever are the most popular opinions of the day, they watch the same stuff on television that everyone else does and they can even put together sentences grouped into endless paragraphs on subjects of infinite fascination as the merits of the computer generated graphics they saw in Avatar.
If you are going to live a worthwhile life (and isn鈥檛 that the only question of any interest in the whole of philosophy 鈥� which is probably why it is the one question modern philosophy seems to avoid) then Wilde鈥檚 advice is to at least try to be yourself. He acknowledges that doing that is a hard thing 鈥� Christ, they might even put you in gaol if you try that sort of thing 鈥� but the alternative is a much worse prison cell and one where you are both prisoner and warder, where you turn the key that locks you in yourself.
Eliot, of course, was wrong 鈥� but being a poet he gets to be wrong as long as he is beautifully wrong. We don鈥檛 think of the key, each sitting in our prison thinking of the key as if that confirmed the prison 鈥� the most frightening thing is that we don鈥檛 think of the key at all 鈥� we don鈥檛 think of the key because to think of the key is to acknowledge the prison. And for most of us that is too much to acknowledge. Prison? What prison?
But there is an escape plan. We are individuals and life is not the ordered, rational, scientifically verifiable and graphed out hypothesis in fifteen variables that someone of the Enlightenment might have decided you ought to think it is. Wilde sees the great conflict of the human soul as being that between Classicism and Romanticism and in that conflict we need to take sides and the side Wilde takes is Romanticism. As he says, 鈥淚 am one of those who is made for exceptions, not for laws鈥�.
And let鈥檚 face it, we do like our victims to find forgiveness for us after we have meted out our punishments of them. Wilde even discovers Christ, in a sense 鈥� though, I think the Christ Wilde discovers isn鈥檛 quite the same Christ that many Christians would be familiar with. This is not Christ the punisher, Christ the faith-healer or Christ the disappointed friend 鈥� but rather a Christ who is wise enough to use children as his example to us of who we should strive to be like. Such a Christ is someone worthy of being followed.
His was a Christ who was the lover of ignorant people, the protector of the exceptions, the defender of those who might just prove to have a great idea.
I thought this was a remarkable book 鈥� and a terribly sad book too. Although in the end of this Wilde, like Boethius, is not as bitter with his fate as he could so easily be, although he envisions a future life that is not dedicated to the pursuit solely of pleasure, but rather to a life that also acknowledges darker shades and minor keys; art is seen as the means to free ourselves from the horrors this world presents us with dreadful, if not predictable, regularity.
This was a remarkable book 鈥� I found it incredibly moving and often painfully sad. I think, though, that it is often good to be reminded of both the infinite harm we can cause to other people and also the near perfect gift we give that is contained in our simplest act of kindness. This really is a lovely piece of writing.
The stuff on Hamlet is worth reading on its own 鈥� nothing is invariably good, and art must also be included in that 鈥� Hamlet creating the play within the play in which to watch the effect this causes is Hamlet the artist. Hamlet鈥檚 madness is Hamlet the actor. And this plays a great part in what is the tragedy of Hamlet.
This is, like so many of Wilde鈥檚 works, full of quotable quotes and so here are a quick selection of some of my favourites 鈥�
鈥淭here were Christians before Christ. For that we should be grateful. The unfortunate thing is that there have been none since鈥� 鈥�
鈥淎 man whose desire is to be something separate from himself, to be a member of parliament, or a successful grocer, or a prominent solicitor, or a judge, or something equally tedious, invariably succeeds in being what he want to be. That is his punishment.鈥� 鈥�
鈥淚 must accept the fact that one is punished for the good as well as the evil that one does鈥�.
September 20, 2022
鈥淩emontarte tres a帽os atr谩s puede parecerte mucho tiempo. Pero quienes vivimos en la c谩rcel, sin m谩s suceso en la vida que la tristeza, debemos medir el tiempo por latidos de pesar y por el registro de momentos amargos. No hay otra cosa en qu茅 pensar.
Para quienes estamos presos, las l谩grimas forman parte de la experiencia cotidiana. Si pasa un d铆a en la prisi贸n donde no lloremos, es porque ese d铆a nuestro coraz贸n est谩 endurecido, no porque est茅 feliz.鈥�
Desde su humilde celda de la prisi贸n de Reading y con una honestidad brutal a flor de piel, Oscar Wilde escribe esta carta a su amante Alfred "Bosie" Douglas con la convicci贸n de haber sido extremadamente castigado por la sociedad.
Una aut茅ntica nota desde el subsuelo, donde el dolor y el sufrimiento de uno de los escritores m谩s sensibles de la literatura universal nos da la impresi贸n de estar leyendo los destellos de un coraz贸n "en carne viva".
Conjuntamente con la 鈥淐arta al padre鈥� de Franz Kafka son estos, los dos testimonios epistolares m谩s tremendos y emblem谩ticos que podemos leer y son la clave para entender en cierto modo c贸mo fue la vida de estos escritores tan humanos, m谩s all谩 de toda grandilocuencia literaria.
Los esfuerzos tit谩nico de Oscar Wilde para hacerle entender a su amante, un joven fr铆volo, ventajero y manipulador, de vida disipada como Alfred Douglas son demasiado vanos y a la vez superfluos.
Estamos ante un hombre culto, educado y refinado que tuvo la desgracias de cruzarse en su vida con una persona nociva y ventajera.
驴De qu茅 manera, una mentalidad tan peque帽a y obtusa como la de Douglas puede procesar todo lo que Wilde expresa en su ep铆stola? Es un desperdicio para este muchacho, pero un legado de proporciones enormes para quienes amamos la literatura y los que nos conmovemos con el arte de un escritor exquisito y tan perdurable como Wilde.
Todo lo que escribe en 鈥淒e profundis鈥� es conmovedor, sentido y sublime.
Los esfuerzos que Wilde plasma en su carta para hacerle entender lo que sucedi贸 entre ellos nos da a entender acerca del gran error que cometi贸 el gran autor irland茅s al involucrarse en un cenagal del que no pudo salir. Seguirle el juego a Douglas para demandar al padre de este se transform贸 en un boomerang que lo golpe贸 con m谩s fuerza y termin贸 siendo el mismo Wilde quien termin贸, primero en el banquillo de los acusados y posteriormente condenado a dos a帽os de prisi贸n por sodom铆a, siendo esto un golpe del que jam谩s se pudo recuperar.
Al poner un pie en la c谩rcel, Wilde pasar谩 del escarnio al sufrimiento desmedido, a la desolaci贸n y el martirio para tender luego a una secreta redenci贸n, ampar谩ndose en la Biblia y en su prodigiosa mente, resguard谩ndose de todo lo que le sucedi贸 y lavando su dolor d铆a a d铆a y mes a mes hasta completar su condena.
M谩s all谩 de todo lo que Wilde expone en su carta y la manera en la que realiza su catarsis, sigue siendo inentendible c贸mo un artista de su posici贸n dej贸 llevarse por el torbellino de una relaci贸n t贸xica a煤n ante las advertencias de la gente que m谩s lo quiso.
Una vez enredado en ese fango, no pudo despegarse y cay贸 irremediablemente.
Soport贸 estoicamente su vida en la c谩rcel, con humildad, siendo compa帽ero de presos comunes. Le arrebataron todas sus obras de arte, le remataron su amada biblioteca, repleta de libros invaluables, lo declararon insolvente, la posterior quiebra y le quitaron legalmente la posibilidad de ver a sus propios hijos.
Lo destruyeron como persona. Lo borraron del mapa y a煤n as铆, aguant贸 todos esos embates y sali贸 de la c谩rcel, aunque su salud estaba resquebrajada para siempre.
Muri贸 dos a帽os despu茅s, solo y enfermo en la habitaci贸n de un modest铆simo hotel de Par铆s.
Podr铆a transcribir decenas de citas que anot茅 del libro pero creo que eso no tiene sentido. Lo mejor es armarse de compasi贸n y leer 鈥淒e profundis鈥�.
Esta carta se lee con l谩grimas en los ojos y en el coraz贸n.
Para quienes estamos presos, las l谩grimas forman parte de la experiencia cotidiana. Si pasa un d铆a en la prisi贸n donde no lloremos, es porque ese d铆a nuestro coraz贸n est谩 endurecido, no porque est茅 feliz.鈥�
Desde su humilde celda de la prisi贸n de Reading y con una honestidad brutal a flor de piel, Oscar Wilde escribe esta carta a su amante Alfred "Bosie" Douglas con la convicci贸n de haber sido extremadamente castigado por la sociedad.
Una aut茅ntica nota desde el subsuelo, donde el dolor y el sufrimiento de uno de los escritores m谩s sensibles de la literatura universal nos da la impresi贸n de estar leyendo los destellos de un coraz贸n "en carne viva".
Conjuntamente con la 鈥淐arta al padre鈥� de Franz Kafka son estos, los dos testimonios epistolares m谩s tremendos y emblem谩ticos que podemos leer y son la clave para entender en cierto modo c贸mo fue la vida de estos escritores tan humanos, m谩s all谩 de toda grandilocuencia literaria.
Los esfuerzos tit谩nico de Oscar Wilde para hacerle entender a su amante, un joven fr铆volo, ventajero y manipulador, de vida disipada como Alfred Douglas son demasiado vanos y a la vez superfluos.
Estamos ante un hombre culto, educado y refinado que tuvo la desgracias de cruzarse en su vida con una persona nociva y ventajera.
驴De qu茅 manera, una mentalidad tan peque帽a y obtusa como la de Douglas puede procesar todo lo que Wilde expresa en su ep铆stola? Es un desperdicio para este muchacho, pero un legado de proporciones enormes para quienes amamos la literatura y los que nos conmovemos con el arte de un escritor exquisito y tan perdurable como Wilde.
Todo lo que escribe en 鈥淒e profundis鈥� es conmovedor, sentido y sublime.
Los esfuerzos que Wilde plasma en su carta para hacerle entender lo que sucedi贸 entre ellos nos da a entender acerca del gran error que cometi贸 el gran autor irland茅s al involucrarse en un cenagal del que no pudo salir. Seguirle el juego a Douglas para demandar al padre de este se transform贸 en un boomerang que lo golpe贸 con m谩s fuerza y termin贸 siendo el mismo Wilde quien termin贸, primero en el banquillo de los acusados y posteriormente condenado a dos a帽os de prisi贸n por sodom铆a, siendo esto un golpe del que jam谩s se pudo recuperar.
Al poner un pie en la c谩rcel, Wilde pasar谩 del escarnio al sufrimiento desmedido, a la desolaci贸n y el martirio para tender luego a una secreta redenci贸n, ampar谩ndose en la Biblia y en su prodigiosa mente, resguard谩ndose de todo lo que le sucedi贸 y lavando su dolor d铆a a d铆a y mes a mes hasta completar su condena.
M谩s all谩 de todo lo que Wilde expone en su carta y la manera en la que realiza su catarsis, sigue siendo inentendible c贸mo un artista de su posici贸n dej贸 llevarse por el torbellino de una relaci贸n t贸xica a煤n ante las advertencias de la gente que m谩s lo quiso.
Una vez enredado en ese fango, no pudo despegarse y cay贸 irremediablemente.
Soport贸 estoicamente su vida en la c谩rcel, con humildad, siendo compa帽ero de presos comunes. Le arrebataron todas sus obras de arte, le remataron su amada biblioteca, repleta de libros invaluables, lo declararon insolvente, la posterior quiebra y le quitaron legalmente la posibilidad de ver a sus propios hijos.
Lo destruyeron como persona. Lo borraron del mapa y a煤n as铆, aguant贸 todos esos embates y sali贸 de la c谩rcel, aunque su salud estaba resquebrajada para siempre.
Muri贸 dos a帽os despu茅s, solo y enfermo en la habitaci贸n de un modest铆simo hotel de Par铆s.
Podr铆a transcribir decenas de citas que anot茅 del libro pero creo que eso no tiene sentido. Lo mejor es armarse de compasi贸n y leer 鈥淒e profundis鈥�.
Esta carta se lee con l谩grimas en los ojos y en el coraz贸n.
January 10, 2020
禺賷賾賱 廿賱賷賾 賵兀賳丕 兀賯乇兀 賴匕丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 兀賳賳賷 兀鬲賵睾賱 賮賷 爻乇丕丿賷亘 賲馗賱賲丞貙 賰賳鬲 亘丨丕噩丞 賱鬲賯胤賷毓 賯乇丕亍丕鬲賷 賲乇丕乇賸丕貙 亘爻亘亘 丕賱噩賴丿 丕賱賳賮爻賷 丕賱匕賷 兀丨鬲丕噩 亘匕賱賴 賲毓 賵丕賷賱丿 賵兀賳丕 兀鬲鬲亘毓 丨賰丕賷鬲賴 賵鬲賯賱亘丕鬲 賲卮丕毓乇賴 賵賳賵亘丕鬲 睾囟亘賴. 賱賳賯賱 亘兀賳 廿胤亘丕賯 丿賮丞 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 亘賷賳 賮賷賳丞 賵兀禺乇賶 賷卮亘賴 丕賱丨氐賵賱 毓賱賶 賳夭賴丞 禺丕乇噩 丕賱夭賳夭丕賳丞. 賱賲丕匕丕 賷毓賵丿 丕賱賲乇亍 廿賱賶 丕賱夭賳夭丕賳丞 廿賳 賰丕賳 賱賴 毓賯賱 兀氐賱丕責 賵賱賲丕匕丕 賵丕氐賱鬲購 丕賱賯乇丕亍丞責
賱兀乇賶 兀賰孬乇.
賰賷賮 鬲賵乇胤 賵丕賷賱丿 賮賷 毓賱丕賯丞 賲毓 卮禺氐 賳乇噩爻賷 賱賲 賷賰鬲賮賽 亘毓丿賲 丨亘賾賴貙 亘賱 爻賱亘賴 賰賱 賲丕 賱丿賷賴. 丨乇賷鬲賴貙 賲丕賱賴貙 夭賵噩鬲賴 賵兀胤賮丕賱賴. 卮禺氐 賯丕丿乇 毓賱賶 丕賲鬲氐丕氐 丕賱丨賷丕丞 賲賳 毓乇賵賯賰 賵鬲丨賵賷賱賰 廿賱賶 兀賰孬乇 賲禺賱賵賯丕鬲 丕賱賱賴 廿孬丕乇丞 賱賱卮賮賯丞貙 卮禺氐 賷爻鬲賲丿 賯賷賲鬲賴 賵丨囟賵乇賴 兀氐賱丕 賲賳 鬲丨賵賷賱賰 廿賱賶 賳爻禺丞 賲卮賵賴丞 賲賳 丨賯賷賯鬲賰. 廿賳賴丕 乇丨賱丞 睾乇賷亘丞 賲賳 丕賱廿匕賱丕賱 賵丕賱禺爻丕乇丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 賱丕 賷毓賵囟賴丕 卮賷亍. 賮賷 丕賱賲賯丕亘賱貙 亘毓丿 爻賳鬲賷賳 賮賷 丕賱爻噩賳貙 亘丿兀鬲 亘氐賷乇丞 賵丕賷賱丿 賮賷 丕賱鬲賮鬲丨 賲孬賱 賵乇丿丞賺 賮賷 丕賱賱賷賱貙 爻丕毓丿 丕賱爻噩賳 賮賷 賳囟賵噩 兀賮賰丕乇賴 毓賳 丕賱賱賴貙 賵丕賱丨賷丕丞貙 賵丕賱毓賲賱 丕賱賮賳賷 兀賷囟賸丕.
賰丕賳鬲 賳賴丕賷丞 丕賱乇爻丕賱丞 禺賷亘丞 兀賲賱 丨賯賷賯賷丞貙 丕賱毓賵丿丞 廿賱賶 賲賳丕卮丿丕鬲 賮賷 毓賱丕賯丞 賲丨賰賵賲丞 亘鬲丿賲賷乇賰 鬲賲丕賲賸丕貙 賵賱賰賳賴丕 賮賷 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 毓賱丕賯丞 賳賲賵匕噩賷丞 亘賷賳 胤乇賮 narcissistic 賵丌禺乇: codependent. 賵乇亘賲丕 賷丨鬲丕噩 丕賱賲乇亍 廿賱賶 兀賰孬乇 賲賳 廿卮賴丕乇 廿賮賱丕爻賴貙 賵丕賱丨賰賲 亘爻噩賳賴 賱爻賳鬲賷賳貙 賱賰賷 賷鬲丨乇乇 賮毓賱賸丕!
April 17, 2022
Am citit zilele trecute scrisoarea lui Oscar Wilde, publicat膬 de prietenul s膬u, Richard Ross, 卯n 1905, dup膬 moartea scriitorului, sub titlul De profundis. 脦n temni葲a din Reading, Wilde avea voie s膬 scrie o pagin膬 pe zi 葯i s膬 citeasc膬 (a citit Divina commedia cu dic葲ionarul). A redactat astfel scrisoarea c膬tre fostul lui partener - lordul Alfred Bruce Douglas (Bosie) - 卯ntre lunile ianuarie 葯i martie 1897. Am ales din epistol膬 acest pasaj cu privire la citate, cit膬ri 葯i alter膬ri. S膬 reflect膬m, a葯adar, asupra pasajului:
鈥濫 tragic c卯t de pu葲ini oameni ajung la sufletele lor 卯nainte de moarte. 芦Nimic nu este mai rar la orice om禄, spune Emerson, 芦dec卯t s膬 fie el 卯nsu葯i禄. Este perfect adev膬rat. Majoritatea oamenilor s卯nt altcineva. G卯ndurile lor s卯nt opiniile altcuiva, via葲a lor este o imita葲ie, pasiunile lor un citat鈥�.
葮i 卯n englez膬: 鈥濱t is tragic how few people ever 鈥榩ossess their souls鈥� before they die. 鈥楴othing is more rare in any man,鈥� says Emerson, 鈥榯han an act of his own.鈥� It is quite true. Most people are other people. Their thoughts are some one else鈥檚 opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation鈥�.
A葯 mai spune ceva. Vechiul 卯ndemn de a fi tu 卯nsu葲i 卯n toate 卯mprejur膬rile vie葲ii nu se refer膬 doar la obiceiul cit膬rilor, impus de c膬rturari 葯i academici. C卯nd repe葲i f膬r膬 s膬 cuge葲i gestul unui star, citezi, de fapt. C卯nd faci ceea ce face toat膬 lumea, pentru c膬 a葯a face toat膬 lumea, f膬r膬 s膬 te 卯ntrebi dac膬 este o chestie 卯n葲eleapt膬, citezi, de fapt. Citarea este mai vast膬 dec卯t simpla re-citare a unui enun葲 mai mult sau mai pu葲in profund...
P. S. 葮i lui Jorge Luis Borges i-a pl膬cut un citat din Emerson. Iat膬-l: 鈥濻膬 fim cu b膬gare de seam膬, via葲a 卯ns膬葯i poate deveni un lung citat鈥�.
鈥濫 tragic c卯t de pu葲ini oameni ajung la sufletele lor 卯nainte de moarte. 芦Nimic nu este mai rar la orice om禄, spune Emerson, 芦dec卯t s膬 fie el 卯nsu葯i禄. Este perfect adev膬rat. Majoritatea oamenilor s卯nt altcineva. G卯ndurile lor s卯nt opiniile altcuiva, via葲a lor este o imita葲ie, pasiunile lor un citat鈥�.
葮i 卯n englez膬: 鈥濱t is tragic how few people ever 鈥榩ossess their souls鈥� before they die. 鈥楴othing is more rare in any man,鈥� says Emerson, 鈥榯han an act of his own.鈥� It is quite true. Most people are other people. Their thoughts are some one else鈥檚 opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation鈥�.
A葯 mai spune ceva. Vechiul 卯ndemn de a fi tu 卯nsu葲i 卯n toate 卯mprejur膬rile vie葲ii nu se refer膬 doar la obiceiul cit膬rilor, impus de c膬rturari 葯i academici. C卯nd repe葲i f膬r膬 s膬 cuge葲i gestul unui star, citezi, de fapt. C卯nd faci ceea ce face toat膬 lumea, pentru c膬 a葯a face toat膬 lumea, f膬r膬 s膬 te 卯ntrebi dac膬 este o chestie 卯n葲eleapt膬, citezi, de fapt. Citarea este mai vast膬 dec卯t simpla re-citare a unui enun葲 mai mult sau mai pu葲in profund...
P. S. 葮i lui Jorge Luis Borges i-a pl膬cut un citat din Emerson. Iat膬-l: 鈥濻膬 fim cu b膬gare de seam膬, via葲a 卯ns膬葯i poate deveni un lung citat鈥�.
December 2, 2023
De Profundis or "from the depths" is a long letter written by Oscar Wild to Lord Alfred Douglas while he was imprisoned in Reading Goal.
The letter is Wild's attempt to come to terms with his past, present dire circumstances, and the future that he will have to face once released. As the name states, the letter is an account from the depth - from his soul with all honesty. Although he holds that he is unjustly convicted, he nevertheless admits that he has committed grave errors in the past. He is repentant of the superficial life he has had led. And he seeks forgiveness and bestows forgiveness of those who he believed wronged him.
The letter is also a way of releasing his anger, bitterness, and despair while he struggled to find meaning and purpose for the continuation of his life. He admits that he wanted to end it in utter despair. But yet he struggles, despite his losses (he was made bankrupt and he was barred from any contact with his sons), to come to terms with the nature of life which he says is "full of sorrow" which can be endured only though "love".
It was truly sad to read the emotional and mental agonies that such a fine artist had to go through. And when he said that he had brought disgrace to the name that his loving parents had bestowed on him, my heart broke. It is a huge burden one carries with oneself.
This second time I managed to get hold of the complete letter that was written to Lord Alfred Douglas. It gives a better picture of their relationship and how it led to Wilde's ultimate downfall. The account was heartbreaking. I felt his pain and despair, and couldn't help but feel that if only the society and institutions of justice were more merciful. They didn't punish a man. They punished art.
The letter is Wild's attempt to come to terms with his past, present dire circumstances, and the future that he will have to face once released. As the name states, the letter is an account from the depth - from his soul with all honesty. Although he holds that he is unjustly convicted, he nevertheless admits that he has committed grave errors in the past. He is repentant of the superficial life he has had led. And he seeks forgiveness and bestows forgiveness of those who he believed wronged him.
The letter is also a way of releasing his anger, bitterness, and despair while he struggled to find meaning and purpose for the continuation of his life. He admits that he wanted to end it in utter despair. But yet he struggles, despite his losses (he was made bankrupt and he was barred from any contact with his sons), to come to terms with the nature of life which he says is "full of sorrow" which can be endured only though "love".
It was truly sad to read the emotional and mental agonies that such a fine artist had to go through. And when he said that he had brought disgrace to the name that his loving parents had bestowed on him, my heart broke. It is a huge burden one carries with oneself.
This second time I managed to get hold of the complete letter that was written to Lord Alfred Douglas. It gives a better picture of their relationship and how it led to Wilde's ultimate downfall. The account was heartbreaking. I felt his pain and despair, and couldn't help but feel that if only the society and institutions of justice were more merciful. They didn't punish a man. They punished art.
August 19, 2021
Es precioso, doloroso y sincero. No se guarda nada y es normal que hubiera sido censurado cuando sali贸 por lo pol茅mico en sus distintos mensajes. Lo que representa para la 茅poca en que se cre贸 e incluso hasta el d铆a de hoy.
Comienzo diciendo que esta es una de esas ocasiones d贸nde no soy capaz de escribir una rese帽a que exprese todo lo bueno y maravilloso que ha sido para m铆 este libro por lo que me resign茅 a dejar salir lo que sintiera.
Y cr茅anme cuando digo que intent茅 escribir varias veces pero era en vano; borraba absolutamente todo. Y es que no me gust贸 nada de lo que escrib铆a porque no me parec铆a a la altura de la extensa carta que Wilde hace, en primera instancia, a su amante; pero de la que se desglosa una amplia variedad de temas que van desde el amor, la terrible decisi贸n de dejarnos consumir por el odio y el dolor. Un escrito personal e introspectivo, acerca de la vida de un artista y productor literario. Nos habla precisamente de letras y arte; de la belleza y de las ideas subyacentes. Considero que es tambi茅n un diario 铆ntimo que retrata la visi贸n de su autor con una sinceridad que solo se la pudo dar la situaci贸n por la que pasaba. Pero sobretodo, con tantos sentimientos impregnados en cada letra que se viven y todo esto tan solo como resultado de una 茅poca oscura donde Wilde estaba pasando por el peor momento de su vida y que ser铆a el declive definitivo que marcar铆a su existencia.
Hay cr铆tica a esa sociedad que lo juzg贸 terriblemente y hacia la hipocres铆a de las personas y el puritanismo; a ese conservadurismo y a la negaci贸n del ser humano como una mara帽a compleja en lo moral. Y es que somos hilos enredados y dif铆ciles de soltar. Contado con una l铆rica preciosa pero dolorosa, que se palpa, se siente y lo transmite demasiado en cada l铆nea con bastante fuerza y franqueza pero sin perder su estilo. Esa marca que lo identifica.
En fin, lo he amado y espero que quienes hayan le铆do algo del escritor tambi茅n se animen a leer este escrito, porque lo merece con creces y tambi茅n porque nos permite conocer mejor y a profundidad a Oscar Wilde y descubrir que tampoco fue perfecto sino un ser humano con defectos y virtudes.
Comienzo diciendo que esta es una de esas ocasiones d贸nde no soy capaz de escribir una rese帽a que exprese todo lo bueno y maravilloso que ha sido para m铆 este libro por lo que me resign茅 a dejar salir lo que sintiera.
Y cr茅anme cuando digo que intent茅 escribir varias veces pero era en vano; borraba absolutamente todo. Y es que no me gust贸 nada de lo que escrib铆a porque no me parec铆a a la altura de la extensa carta que Wilde hace, en primera instancia, a su amante; pero de la que se desglosa una amplia variedad de temas que van desde el amor, la terrible decisi贸n de dejarnos consumir por el odio y el dolor. Un escrito personal e introspectivo, acerca de la vida de un artista y productor literario. Nos habla precisamente de letras y arte; de la belleza y de las ideas subyacentes. Considero que es tambi茅n un diario 铆ntimo que retrata la visi贸n de su autor con una sinceridad que solo se la pudo dar la situaci贸n por la que pasaba. Pero sobretodo, con tantos sentimientos impregnados en cada letra que se viven y todo esto tan solo como resultado de una 茅poca oscura donde Wilde estaba pasando por el peor momento de su vida y que ser铆a el declive definitivo que marcar铆a su existencia.
Hay cr铆tica a esa sociedad que lo juzg贸 terriblemente y hacia la hipocres铆a de las personas y el puritanismo; a ese conservadurismo y a la negaci贸n del ser humano como una mara帽a compleja en lo moral. Y es que somos hilos enredados y dif铆ciles de soltar. Contado con una l铆rica preciosa pero dolorosa, que se palpa, se siente y lo transmite demasiado en cada l铆nea con bastante fuerza y franqueza pero sin perder su estilo. Esa marca que lo identifica.
En fin, lo he amado y espero que quienes hayan le铆do algo del escritor tambi茅n se animen a leer este escrito, porque lo merece con creces y tambi茅n porque nos permite conocer mejor y a profundidad a Oscar Wilde y descubrir que tampoco fue perfecto sino un ser humano con defectos y virtudes.
October 11, 2020
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螕喂伪 渭苇谓伪 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 魏维蟿喂 伪魏蠈渭伪 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 伪蟺委蟽蟿蔚蠀蟿慰 蟽蟿畏谓 喂未苇伪 蔚谓蠈蟼 谓蔚伪蟻慰蠉 蠂蠅蟻喂魏慰蠉 蟿畏蟼 螕伪位喂位伪委伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 蠁伪谓蟿维味蔚蟿伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 魏蟻伪蟿萎蟽蔚喂 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 蠋渭慰蠀蟼 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰 尾维蟻慰蟼 慰位蠈魏位畏蟻慰蠀 蟿慰蠀 魏蠈蟽渭慰蠀, 未畏位伪未萎 蠈蟽伪 萎未畏 蔚委蠂伪谓 纬委谓蔚喂 魏伪喂 蠈位伪 蠈蟽伪 萎蟿伪谓 谓伪 纬委谓慰蠀谓 魏伪喂 谓伪 蠀蟺慰蠁苇蟻慰蠀谓鈥� 韦伪 蠈蟽伪 蠀蟺苇蠁蔚蟻伪谓 蔚魏蔚委谓慰喂 蟺慰蠀 蟿伪 慰谓蠈渭伪蟿维 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 位蔚纬蔚蠋谓蔚蟼 魏伪喂 畏 魏伪蟿慰喂魏委伪 蟿慰蠀 伪谓维渭蔚蟽伪 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 蟿维蠁慰蠀蟼: 慰喂 魏伪蟿伪蟺喂蔚味蠈渭蔚谓蔚蟼 蔚胃谓蠈蟿畏蟿蔚蟼, 蟿伪 蟺伪喂未喂维 蟺慰蠀 未慰蠀位蔚蠉慰蠀谓 蟽蟿喂蟼 蠁维渭蟺蟻喂魏蔚蟼, 慰喂 魏位苇蠁蟿蔚蟼, 慰喂 蠁蠀位伪魏喂蟽渭苇谓慰喂, 慰喂 伪蟺蠈尾位畏蟿慰喂, 伪蠀蟿慰委 蟺慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 尾慰蠀尾慰委 魏维蟿蠅 伪蟺鈥� 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿伪蟺委蔚蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿畏 蟽喂蠅蟺萎 蟿慰蠀 伪魏慰蠉蔚喂 渭慰谓维蠂伪 慰 螛蔚蠈蟼. 螝喂 蠈蠂喂 渭慰谓维蠂伪 蟿慰 蠁伪谓蟿伪味蠈蟿伪谓蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈, 伪位位维 蟿慰 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿慰蟺慰委畏蟽蔚 魏喂蠈位伪蟼, 苇蟿蟽喂 蟺慰蠀 蟽萎渭蔚蟻伪 蠈位慰喂 蠈蟽慰喂 苇蟻蠂慰谓蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 蔚蟺伪蠁萎 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿维 蟿慰蠀, 苇蟽蟿蠅 魏伪喂 伪谓 未蔚谓 蠀蟺慰魏位委谓慰谓蟿伪喂 渭蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维 蟽蟿慰 尾蠅渭蠈 蟿慰蠀, 慰蠉蟿蔚 纬慰谓伪蟿委味慰蠀谓 渭蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 喂蔚蟻蔚委蟼 蟿慰蠀, 尾位苇蟺慰蠀谓 魏伪蟿维 魏维蟺慰喂慰谓 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 谓伪 尉蔚蟺位苇谓蔚蟿伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟺维谓蠅 蟿慰蠀蟼 畏 伪蟽蠂萎渭喂伪 蟿蠅谓 伪渭伪蟻蟿畏渭维蟿蠅谓 蟿慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 谓伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪蟺慰魏伪位蠉蟺蟿蔚蟿伪喂 畏 慰渭慰蟻蠁喂维 蟿畏蟼 胃位委蠄畏蟼 蟿慰蠀蟼".
螘委谓伪喂 蔚尉鈥� 慰蟻喂蟽渭慰蠉 蟽蟺伪蟻伪魏蟿喂魏蠈 谓伪 未喂伪尾维味蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 蟿畏谓 伪蟺蠈纬谓蠅蟽畏, 蟿畏谓 魏蟻伪蠀纬萎 渭蔚蟿伪谓慰委伪蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 鈥樷€櫸滴� 尾伪胃苇蠅谓鈥欌€� 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏 蔚谓蠈蟼 蟺蟻慰未慰渭苇谓慰蠀 蔚蟻伪蟽蟿萎 蟺蟻慰蟼 苇谓伪谓 蟺蟻慰未蠈蟿畏 蟿畏蟼 伪纬维蟺畏蟼, 蟺蠈蟽慰 渭维位位慰谓 蠈蟿伪谓 慰 蟺蟻蠋蟿慰蟼 未喂伪胃苇蟿蔚喂 蟿畏谓 蔚蠀纬位蠅蟿蟿委伪, 蟿畏谓 蔚蠀伪喂蟽胃畏蟽委伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 蔚蠀蠁蠀委伪 谓伪 蔚尉蠀蠄蠋蟽蔚喂 蟿慰谓 蟺蠈谓慰, 蟿畏 胃位委蠄畏 魏伪喂 蟿畏谓 苇蟽蠂伪蟿畏 渭慰谓伪尉喂维 蟿慰蠀 蟽蔚 蟿苇蠂谓畏, 蟽蠀谓蟿维蟽蟽慰谓蟿伪蟼 蟺伪蟻维位位畏位伪 苇谓伪 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏蠈 蔚尉慰渭慰位慰纬畏蟿萎蟻喂慰 蟽蟿畏谓 伪蟺蔚纬谓蠅蟽渭苇谓畏 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻慰蟽蟺维胃蔚喂伪 谓伪 魏伪胃伪蟻委蟽蔚喂 蟿慰 蟽蟺喂位蠅渭苇谓慰 蟿慰蠀 蠈谓慰渭伪 魏伪喂 谓伪 伪谓伪蟽蠀谓蟿维尉蔚喂 蟿畏谓 伪蠀蟿慰蔚魏蟿委渭畏蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 蟽蔚尾伪蟽渭蠈 蟿蠅谓 维位位蠅谓.
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螚 纬蟻伪蠁萎 魏伪喂 慰喂 蟽蟿慰蠂伪蟽渭慰委 蟿慰蠀 螌蟽魏伪蟻 螕慰蠀维喂位谓蟿 蟺蔚蟻委 慰渭慰蟻蠁喂维蟼, 胃位委蠄畏蟼, 伪渭蠈位蠀谓蟿畏蟼 谓喂蠈蟿畏蟼, 伪胃蠅蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼, 伪纬谓蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼, 蟺蟻慰未慰蟽委伪蟼, 渭委蟽慰蠀蟼, 蟺维胃慰蠀蟼, 苇蟻蠅蟿伪, 味蠅萎蟼, 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚委伪蟼, 蟿苇蠂谓畏蟼, 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位慰蠉谓 蟿蟻慰蠁萎 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蠄蠀蠂萎 蠈蟺慰喂慰蠀 魏伪蟿伪蟺喂维谓蔚蟿伪喂 渭伪味委 蟿慰蠀. 韦慰谓 未喂伪尾维味蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 蠂维谓蔚蟽伪喂 蟽蟿畏谓 尾伪胃蠉蟿畏蟿伪 蟿畏蟼 伪谓蟿委位畏蠄萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蠈渭慰蟻蠁伪 蟽渭喂位蔚渭苇谓畏 伪蟺蠈 蟿喂蟼 魏位伪蟽蟽喂魏苇蟼 蟽蟺慰蠀未苇蟼 伪喂蟽胃畏蟿喂魏萎 蟿慰蠀, 蠁伪谓蔚蟻维 蔚蟺畏蟻蔚伪蟽渭苇谓畏 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰 伪蟻蠂伪喂慰蔚位位畏谓喂魏蠈 蟺谓蔚蠉渭伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏 位伪蟿喂谓喂魏萎 纬蟻伪渭渭伪蟿蔚委伪.
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螚 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿慰位萎 伪蠀蟿萎 伪蟺慰蟿蔚位蔚委 蟿慰 魏蠉魏谓蔚喂慰 维蟽渭伪 蔚谓蠈蟼 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰蠀蟼 渭蔚纬伪位蠉蟿蔚蟻慰蠀蟼 蟿慰蠀 19慰蠀 伪喂蠋谓伪, 蔚谓蠈蟼 喂未喂慰蠁蠀慰蠉蟼 蟺谓蔚蠉渭伪蟿慰蟼 魏伪喂 渭喂伪蟼 蟿伪蟻伪蠂蠋未慰蠀蟼 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿伪蟼. 危蔚 渭喂伪 蟽魏慰蟿蔚喂谓萎 尾喂魏蟿蠅蟻喂伪谓萎 蔚蟺慰蠂萎 蠈蟺慰蠀 畏 慰渭慰蠁蠀位慰蠁喂位委伪 胃蔚蠅蟻慰蠉谓蟿伪谓 蟺慰喂谓喂魏蠈 伪未委魏畏渭伪, 未蔚 未喂蟽蟿维味蔚喂 谓伪 渭蟺蔚喂 蟽蟿慰 蟽蟿蠈蠂伪蟽蟿蟻慰, 谓伪 蟿伪蟻维尉蔚喂 蟿伪 魏伪蟿蔚蟽蟿畏渭苇谓伪 魏伪喂 谓伪 位慰喂未慰蟻畏胃蔚委 蟽蟿慰 蠈谓慰渭伪 蟿畏蟼 伪纬维蟺畏 蟿慰蠀 纬喂伪 蟿慰谓 谓蔚伪蟻蠈 螁位蠁蟻蔚谓蟿 螡蟿维纬魏位伪蟼. 螠喂伪蟼 伪纬维蟺畏蟼 蟺慰蠀 蠈渭蠅蟼 蟺蟻慰未蠈胃畏魏蔚 渭蔚 蟿慰 蠂蔚喂蟻蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 魏伪喂 蟽蟿喂纬渭伪蟿委蟽蟿畏魏蔚 伪蟺蠈 伪蠂伪蟻喂蟽蟿委伪.
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螕喂伪 渭苇谓伪 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 魏维蟿喂 伪魏蠈渭伪 蟽蠂蔚未蠈谓 伪蟺委蟽蟿蔚蠀蟿慰 蟽蟿畏谓 喂未苇伪 蔚谓蠈蟼 谓蔚伪蟻慰蠉 蠂蠅蟻喂魏慰蠉 蟿畏蟼 螕伪位喂位伪委伪蟼 蟺慰蠀 蠁伪谓蟿维味蔚蟿伪喂 蟺蠅蟼 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 谓伪 魏蟻伪蟿萎蟽蔚喂 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 蠋渭慰蠀蟼 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰 尾维蟻慰蟼 慰位蠈魏位畏蟻慰蠀 蟿慰蠀 魏蠈蟽渭慰蠀, 未畏位伪未萎 蠈蟽伪 萎未畏 蔚委蠂伪谓 纬委谓蔚喂 魏伪喂 蠈位伪 蠈蟽伪 萎蟿伪谓 谓伪 纬委谓慰蠀谓 魏伪喂 谓伪 蠀蟺慰蠁苇蟻慰蠀谓鈥� 韦伪 蠈蟽伪 蠀蟺苇蠁蔚蟻伪谓 蔚魏蔚委谓慰喂 蟺慰蠀 蟿伪 慰谓蠈渭伪蟿维 蟿慰蠀蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 位蔚纬蔚蠋谓蔚蟼 魏伪喂 畏 魏伪蟿慰喂魏委伪 蟿慰蠀 伪谓维渭蔚蟽伪 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 蟿维蠁慰蠀蟼: 慰喂 魏伪蟿伪蟺喂蔚味蠈渭蔚谓蔚蟼 蔚胃谓蠈蟿畏蟿蔚蟼, 蟿伪 蟺伪喂未喂维 蟺慰蠀 未慰蠀位蔚蠉慰蠀谓 蟽蟿喂蟼 蠁维渭蟺蟻喂魏蔚蟼, 慰喂 魏位苇蠁蟿蔚蟼, 慰喂 蠁蠀位伪魏喂蟽渭苇谓慰喂, 慰喂 伪蟺蠈尾位畏蟿慰喂, 伪蠀蟿慰委 蟺慰蠀 蔚委谓伪喂 尾慰蠀尾慰委 魏维蟿蠅 伪蟺鈥� 蟿畏谓 魏伪蟿伪蟺委蔚蟽畏 魏伪喂 蟿畏 蟽喂蠅蟺萎 蟿慰蠀 伪魏慰蠉蔚喂 渭慰谓维蠂伪 慰 螛蔚蠈蟼. 螝喂 蠈蠂喂 渭慰谓维蠂伪 蟿慰 蠁伪谓蟿伪味蠈蟿伪谓蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈, 伪位位维 蟿慰 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿慰蟺慰委畏蟽蔚 魏喂蠈位伪蟼, 苇蟿蟽喂 蟺慰蠀 蟽萎渭蔚蟻伪 蠈位慰喂 蠈蟽慰喂 苇蟻蠂慰谓蟿伪喂 蟽蔚 蔚蟺伪蠁萎 渭蔚 蟿畏谓 蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺喂魏蠈蟿畏蟿维 蟿慰蠀, 苇蟽蟿蠅 魏伪喂 伪谓 未蔚谓 蠀蟺慰魏位委谓慰谓蟿伪喂 渭蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维 蟽蟿慰 尾蠅渭蠈 蟿慰蠀, 慰蠉蟿蔚 纬慰谓伪蟿委味慰蠀谓 渭蟺蟻慰蟽蟿维 蟽蟿慰蠀蟼 喂蔚蟻蔚委蟼 蟿慰蠀, 尾位苇蟺慰蠀谓 魏伪蟿维 魏维蟺慰喂慰谓 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 谓伪 尉蔚蟺位苇谓蔚蟿伪喂 伪蟺蠈 蟺维谓蠅 蟿慰蠀蟼 畏 伪蟽蠂萎渭喂伪 蟿蠅谓 伪渭伪蟻蟿畏渭维蟿蠅谓 蟿慰蠀蟼 魏伪喂 谓伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪蟺慰魏伪位蠉蟺蟿蔚蟿伪喂 畏 慰渭慰蟻蠁喂维 蟿畏蟼 胃位委蠄畏蟼 蟿慰蠀蟼".
November 29, 2021
鈥淎nd if I then am not ashamed of my punishment, as I hope not to be, I shall be able to think, and walk, and live with freedom.鈥�
What a beautiful and meaningful letter! It鈥檚 so fantastic and quite emotional that you鈥檙e capable of feeling a lot of strong emotions while you are reading each paragraph on it.
De Profundis is without any doubt a masterpiece and I suppose it鈥檚 one of the best letters ever written.
According to the prologue, Oscar Wilde wrote this letter while he was under arrest and sent to prison for at least two years. During his final months of imprisonment, Wilde began to work on De Profundis, and then it started to turn into a long and significant letter at once 鈥� it was just finished by Wilde when the author was finally free.
The letter was addressed to his love, Alfred Douglas, and you can tell all the different types of feelings that a person is able to feel when they are in love (I mean, I can only imagine this because I鈥檝e never fallen in love 鈥� it doesn鈥檛 matter at all though). What it matters is that you can empathize with the person who is writing a piece of work like this; it鈥檚 rather powerful, deep, influential, intimate, and very often it鈥檚 entirely depressing and sentimental. I just choked up reading it and then I remember saying to myself: 鈥淵ou need to stop reading now, there are just too many feelings all together. You can鈥檛 handle this as you would really like to do it.鈥� It was true, and, furthermore, I was living a complicated situation during those final days when I was trying to conclude my reading, so it made my experience a little bit tricky.
I have to confess that this book gave me the 鈥渁nswers鈥� that I needed and it also surprised me with a long, deep cry. Yes, I cried like a baby while I was reading this letter, but then I realized that it鈥檚 impossible not to feel what the author is saying and expressing throughout the whole thing; each word feels like a bucket of cold water and each reflection seems to be so close to you 鈥� there are phrases which are just so intense and so emotional that can make you feel quite heartbroken. So, here I need to ask you a question: who doesn鈥檛 cry while reading this letter? Anyone?
In addition, I鈥檇 like to say that I had only a little problem while I was reading this work, which was basically one part in the middle of the letter. When Wilde begins to tell us about religious facts and things related to those topics, it was just too much for me. Don鈥檛 get me wrong, it is a beautiful way to express his ideas and it works very well, but I felt like it was a large amount of information that was impossible to follow what he was trying to say.
By the way, these confusing paragraphs reminded me of the chapter 11 from The Picture of Dorian Gray; the main difference was the fact that I enjoyed reading the chapter 11, especially when I read that interesting stuff about Mexico 鈥� at that precise moment I knew that it would be worth it a lot. On the contrary, De Profundis sometimes embraces a huge number of religious concepts which weren鈥檛 my cup of tea whatsoever 鈥� sorry, but it is what it is.
In conclusion, this reading was such a wonderful and unforgettable experience despite some tiny details that I鈥檝e mentioned before, and I know I鈥檓 always going to remember many of the phrases and statements that I have underlined. In my view, everyone should give themselves an opportunity to read this heartfelt and unique letter, I think you people are going to get a lot from it.
What a beautiful and meaningful letter! It鈥檚 so fantastic and quite emotional that you鈥檙e capable of feeling a lot of strong emotions while you are reading each paragraph on it.
De Profundis is without any doubt a masterpiece and I suppose it鈥檚 one of the best letters ever written.
According to the prologue, Oscar Wilde wrote this letter while he was under arrest and sent to prison for at least two years. During his final months of imprisonment, Wilde began to work on De Profundis, and then it started to turn into a long and significant letter at once 鈥� it was just finished by Wilde when the author was finally free.
The letter was addressed to his love, Alfred Douglas, and you can tell all the different types of feelings that a person is able to feel when they are in love (I mean, I can only imagine this because I鈥檝e never fallen in love 鈥� it doesn鈥檛 matter at all though). What it matters is that you can empathize with the person who is writing a piece of work like this; it鈥檚 rather powerful, deep, influential, intimate, and very often it鈥檚 entirely depressing and sentimental. I just choked up reading it and then I remember saying to myself: 鈥淵ou need to stop reading now, there are just too many feelings all together. You can鈥檛 handle this as you would really like to do it.鈥� It was true, and, furthermore, I was living a complicated situation during those final days when I was trying to conclude my reading, so it made my experience a little bit tricky.
I have to confess that this book gave me the 鈥渁nswers鈥� that I needed and it also surprised me with a long, deep cry. Yes, I cried like a baby while I was reading this letter, but then I realized that it鈥檚 impossible not to feel what the author is saying and expressing throughout the whole thing; each word feels like a bucket of cold water and each reflection seems to be so close to you 鈥� there are phrases which are just so intense and so emotional that can make you feel quite heartbroken. So, here I need to ask you a question: who doesn鈥檛 cry while reading this letter? Anyone?
In addition, I鈥檇 like to say that I had only a little problem while I was reading this work, which was basically one part in the middle of the letter. When Wilde begins to tell us about religious facts and things related to those topics, it was just too much for me. Don鈥檛 get me wrong, it is a beautiful way to express his ideas and it works very well, but I felt like it was a large amount of information that was impossible to follow what he was trying to say.
By the way, these confusing paragraphs reminded me of the chapter 11 from The Picture of Dorian Gray; the main difference was the fact that I enjoyed reading the chapter 11, especially when I read that interesting stuff about Mexico 鈥� at that precise moment I knew that it would be worth it a lot. On the contrary, De Profundis sometimes embraces a huge number of religious concepts which weren鈥檛 my cup of tea whatsoever 鈥� sorry, but it is what it is.
In conclusion, this reading was such a wonderful and unforgettable experience despite some tiny details that I鈥檝e mentioned before, and I know I鈥檓 always going to remember many of the phrases and statements that I have underlined. In my view, everyone should give themselves an opportunity to read this heartfelt and unique letter, I think you people are going to get a lot from it.
April 13, 2021
Kalbim k谋r谋larak okudum mektubu ve a艧a臒谋daki sat谋rlarda umdu臒u gibi en az谋ndan yolun sonunda do臒a wilde鈥櫮� biraz olsun kucaklam谋艧t谋r diye umarak...
鈥淏izim olu艧turdu臒umuz bi莽imiyle 鈥榯oplum鈥檇a bana yer olmayacak, 鈥榯oplum鈥� bana bir yer vermeyecek; ama ya臒murunu su莽lu su莽suz herkesin 眉zerine fark g枚zetmeden ya臒d谋ran do臒ada, saklanabilece臒im kaya yar谋klar谋, sessizli臒inde g枚nl眉mce a臒layabilece臒im gizli vadiler olacak. Do臒a, karanl谋kta sendelemeden y眉r眉yebilmem i莽in geceye y谋ld谋zlar asacak, kimse beni izleyip incitmesin diye r眉zgar谋 ayak izlerimin 眉st眉ne salacak; beni g枚rkemli sularla y谋kay谋p temizleyecek, ac谋 otlar谋yla iyile艧tirecek...鈥�
鈥淏izim olu艧turdu臒umuz bi莽imiyle 鈥榯oplum鈥檇a bana yer olmayacak, 鈥榯oplum鈥� bana bir yer vermeyecek; ama ya臒murunu su莽lu su莽suz herkesin 眉zerine fark g枚zetmeden ya臒d谋ran do臒ada, saklanabilece臒im kaya yar谋klar谋, sessizli臒inde g枚nl眉mce a臒layabilece臒im gizli vadiler olacak. Do臒a, karanl谋kta sendelemeden y眉r眉yebilmem i莽in geceye y谋ld谋zlar asacak, kimse beni izleyip incitmesin diye r眉zgar谋 ayak izlerimin 眉st眉ne salacak; beni g枚rkemli sularla y谋kay谋p temizleyecek, ac谋 otlar谋yla iyile艧tirecek...鈥�
February 4, 2025
All trials are trials for one鈥檚 life, just as all sentences are sentences of death; ...Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
February 21, 2023
There is so much pain on these pages.
This is a vengeful love letter from a man who lost everything because he loved ( the wrong) man.
This is a vengeful love letter from a man who lost everything because he loved ( the wrong) man.
March 29, 2016
驴Algunas vez les pas贸 de leer el inicio de un libro para solo echarle un vistazo y terminaron leyendo mucho m谩s de lo que planeaban?
Bueno, a m铆 me acaba de pasar: no pude parar de leer hasta terminarlo.
Puedo ser perfectamente feliz solo. Con libertad, libros, flores y la luna, 驴qui茅n no puede ser feliz?
Me gust贸 much铆simo esta carta (megacarta) de Oscar Wilde a su amante. Este trabajo me permiti贸 conocer m谩s a fondo a uno de mis autores favoritos; a comprenderlo y admirar su grandeza y complejidad. Me enter茅 de muchas cosas de su vida que no me las hubiera imaginado. Wilde expres贸 con transparencia sus pensamientos y su sentir. Tiene partes que me llegaron al alma. Wilde escarba en la sociedad y en las injusticias de la 茅poca; asimismo escarba en sus decepciones y tristezas. Me permiti贸 ver su esp铆ritu desbordado por las l谩grimas y su coraz贸n herido. Me ense帽贸 parte de su jard铆n en donde mantiene a sus arboles m谩s verdes, y tambi茅n me mostr贸 en donde yacen sus hierbas m谩s pobres.
Bueno, a m铆 me acaba de pasar: no pude parar de leer hasta terminarlo.
Puedo ser perfectamente feliz solo. Con libertad, libros, flores y la luna, 驴qui茅n no puede ser feliz?
Me gust贸 much铆simo esta carta (megacarta) de Oscar Wilde a su amante. Este trabajo me permiti贸 conocer m谩s a fondo a uno de mis autores favoritos; a comprenderlo y admirar su grandeza y complejidad. Me enter茅 de muchas cosas de su vida que no me las hubiera imaginado. Wilde expres贸 con transparencia sus pensamientos y su sentir. Tiene partes que me llegaron al alma. Wilde escarba en la sociedad y en las injusticias de la 茅poca; asimismo escarba en sus decepciones y tristezas. Me permiti贸 ver su esp铆ritu desbordado por las l谩grimas y su coraz贸n herido. Me ense帽贸 parte de su jard铆n en donde mantiene a sus arboles m谩s verdes, y tambi茅n me mostr贸 en donde yacen sus hierbas m谩s pobres.
January 16, 2017
A piece of beautiful, honest, philosophical writing that flows from a chastened soul.
Passages that tug at my heartstrings:
"To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul."
"Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit."
"Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world. I cannot conceive of any other explanation. I am convinced that there is no other, and that if the world has indeed, as I have said, been built of sorrow, it has been built by the hands of love, because in no other way could the soul of man, for whom the world was made, reach the full stature of its perfection. Pleasure for the beautiful body, but pain for the beautiful soul."
"Time and space, succession and extension, are merely accidental conditions of thought, the imagination can transcend them and move in a free sphere of ideal existences. Things also are in their essence of what we choose to make them; a thing is according to the mode in which we look at it."
January 6, 2018
螖蔚谓 蟿慰 胃蔚蠅蟻蠋 蠅蟼 渭喂伪 蔚蟻蠅蟿喂魏萎 蔚尉慰渭慰位蠈纬畏蟽畏 萎 蠅蟼 苇谓伪 渭蠀胃喂蟽蟿蠈蟻畏渭伪 伪位位维 蠅蟼 渭喂伪 尾喂慰纬蟻伪蠁委伪 蟿蠅谓 蟿蔚位蔚蠀蟿伪委蠅谓 蠂蟻蠈谓蠅谓 蟺蟻喂谓 蟿畏谓 蠁蠀位维魏喂蟽萎 蟿慰蠀. 螝伪喂 苇谓伪 伪蟺蠈蟽蟺伪蟽渭伪 蟺慰蠀 渭慰蠀 维蟻蔚蟽蔚. 芦螆谓伪蟼 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼 蟺慰蠀 位伪蠂蟿伪蟻维蔚喂 谓伪鈥櫸轿蔽� 魏维蟿喂 未喂伪蠁慰蟻蔚蟿喂魏蠈 伪蟺蠈 蟿慰谓 蔚伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰蠀-渭苇位慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 魏慰喂谓慰尾慰蠀位委慰蠀 萎 蔚蟺喂蟿蠀蠂畏渭苇谓慰蟼 蠂慰谓未蟻苇渭蟺慰蟻慰蟼 伪蟺慰喂魏喂蠋谓 萎 蔚尉苇蠂蠅谓 未喂魏畏纬蠈蟻慰蟼 萎 未喂魏伪蟽蟿萎蟼 萎 魏维蟿喂 蔚尉委蟽慰蠀 伪谓喂伪蟻蠈- 蟺蔚蟿蠀蠂伪委谓蔚喂 蟺维谓蟿慰蟿蔚, 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 蔚尉伪委蟻蔚蟽畏 谓伪 纬委谓蔚喂 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟺慰蠀 胃苇位蔚喂. 螒蠀蟿萎 蔚委谓伪喂 畏 蟿喂渭蠅蟻委伪 蟿慰蠀. 螒蠀蟿慰委 蟺慰蠀 胃苇位慰蠀谓 渭维蟽魏伪, 蔚委谓伪喂 伪谓伪纬魏伪蟽渭苇谓慰喂 谓伪 蟿畏谓 蠁慰蟻维谓蔚.禄
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May 7, 2018螝伪蟿伪蟻喂苇渭伪喂 蟿畏谓 蠋蟻伪 魏伪喂 蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 蟺慰蠀 伪纬蠈蟻伪蟽伪 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰
螌蠂喂, 未蔚谓 苇蠂蠅 魏维蟿喂 蔚谓伪谓蟿委慰谓 蟿畏蟼 纬蟻伪蠁萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 螌蟽魏伪蟻 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿, 伪谓蟿喂胃苇蟿蠅蟼 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰 蔚魏蟿蔚谓苇蟼 纬蟻维渭渭伪 蟿慰 尾蟻萎魏伪 蠅蟼 渭喂伪 蠀蟺苇蟻慰蠂畏 魏伪喂 蟽蟺伪蟻伪尉喂魏维蟻未喂伪 魏伪蟿维胃蔚蟽畏 蠄蠀蠂萎蟼.
韦蠈蟿蔚 蟿喂 魏伪蟿伪蟻喂苇渭伪喂;
韦慰n 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻慰位蠈纬慰蠀 蟿畏蟼 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬萎蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏蟼 伪谓维位蠀蟽畏蟼 蟿慰蠀 De Profundis.
韦蠈蟽慰 蔚魏蟿蔚谓萎蟼 萎蟿伪谓 蟺慰蠀 蔚尉伪蟺位蠋胃畏魏蔚 蟽蟿慰 1/3 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位委慰蠀 蟽伪谓 魏伪魏慰萎胃畏蟼 蠈纬魏慰蟼.
螖蔚谓 萎蟿伪谓 蟿蠈蟽慰 伪谓维位蠀蟽畏 蠈蟽慰 渭喂伪 蔚蠀魏伪喂蟻委伪 谓伪 尉蔚蟿蠀位委尉蔚喂 蟿慰 慰渭慰蠁慰尾喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟿伪位苇谓蟿慰 慰 魏蟻喂蟿喂魏蠈蟼/蟽蠂慰位喂伪蟽蟿萎蟼 巍萎纬伪蟼 螕伪蟻蟿伪纬维谓畏蟼. 螆魏伪谓蔚 蔚蟺委胃蔚蟽畏 蟽蟿慰谓 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 魏伪喂 蔚委蠂蔚 蔚蟺委蟽畏蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰 胃蟻维蟽慰蟼 谓伪 蟺喂维蟽蔚喂 蟽蟿慰 蟽蟿蠈渭伪 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 螠蔚纬维位慰 螝伪尾维蠁畏.
螤慰喂慰蟼; 螆谓伪蟼 巍萎纬伪蟼 螕伪蟻蟿伪纬维谓畏蟼 蟺慰蠉 慰蠉蟿蔚 畏 渭维谓伪 蟿慰蠀 未蔚谓 蟿慰谓 尉苇蟻蔚喂 谓伪 伪蟽蠂慰位畏胃蔚委 渭蔚 未蠉慰 蟺慰喂畏蟿喂魏慰蠉蟼 胃蟻蠉位慰蠀蟼.
危蟿畏谓 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬萎 蟿慰蠀 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 伪蠁胃慰谓委伪 蔚喂蟻蠅谓蔚委伪蟼, 蟺伪蟿蟻慰谓伪蟻喂蟽渭慰蠉, 未慰魏畏蟽喂蟽慰蠁委伪 魏伪喂 维蠁胃慰谓蔚蟼 蠂蟻喂蟽蟿喂伪谓慰蟿伪位喂渭蟺伪谓喂魏苇蟼 渭蟺慰蠉蟻未蔚蟼.
螛伪 渭慰蠀 蟺蔚委蟿蔚: 韦喂 蟺蔚蟻委渭蔚谓蔚蟼 伪蟺蠈 渭喂伪 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬萎 蟺慰蠀 纬蟻维蠁蟿畏魏蔚 蟿慰 1955.
韦慰 尉苇蟻蠅, 伪位位维 伪蠀蟿蠈 未蔚谓 伪蟺苇蟿蟻蔚蠄蔚 伪蟺' 蟿慰 谓伪 渭' 伪谓维蠄慰蠀谓 蟿伪 位伪渭蟺维魏喂伪.
螘蟺委蟽畏蟼 胃伪 渭慰蠀 蟺蔚委蟿蔚 纬喂伪蟿委 蟿慰 伪纬蠈蟻伪蟽伪. 韦慰 蔚委未伪 苇蟿蟽喂 蟺伪位喂蠈 魏伪喂 尾喂谓蟿维味 魏伪喂 渭蠈位喂蟼 蔚委未伪 蟿慰谓 蟿委蟿位慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蠈谓慰渭伪 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪 蟿慰 蟺萎蟻伪 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 未蔚蠉蟿蔚蟻蔚蟼 蟽魏苇蠄蔚喂蟼, 渭苇蟽伪 蟽蔚 维纬谓慰喂伪 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟿喂 胃伪 未喂维尾伪味伪 蟽蟿畏谓 魏蟻喂蟿喂魏萎.
螛伪 蟺伪蟻伪胃苇蟽蠅 渭蔚蟻喂魏苇蟼 伪蟺蠈 蟿喂蟼 慰渭慰蠁慰尾喂魏苇蟼 蟿慰蠀 渭蟺慰蠉蟻未蔚蟼 蔚未蠋, 苇蟿蟽喂 纬喂伪 谓伪 蟽伪蟼 伪谓维蠄慰蠀谓 魏喂 蔚蟽维蟼 蟿伪 位伪渭蟺维魏喂伪. 韦喂; 渭蠈谓慰蟼 渭慰蠀 胃伪 蟿' 伪谓维尾蠅; 谓伪 渭慰蠀 魏维谓蔚蟿蔚 蟺伪蟻苇伪.
芦螌蟽慰 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 渭喂伪 蔚蟺慰蠂萎 蔚委谓伪喂 尾蠀胃喂蟽渭苇谓畏 渭苇蟽伪 [蟽蟿慰谓] 尾慰蠉蟻魏慰, 蟿蠈蟽慰 魏伪喂 慰喂 伪谓蟿喂蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺蔚蠉慰谓蟿蔚蟼 苇蟻纬蠅 魏伪喂 位蠈纬蠅 伪蠀蟿蠈谓 蟿慰 尾慰蠉蟻魏慰 蟺蟻慰尾维位位慰谓蟿伪喂 魏伪喂 胃蔚蠅蟻慰蠉谓蟿伪喂 渭蔚纬维位慰喂 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁蔚委蟼, [蠈蟺蠅蟼 纬喂伪 蟺伪蟻维未蔚喂纬渭伪] 蟿慰蠀 未喂魏慰蠉 渭伪蟼 渭蔚纬维位慰蠀 (;) 螝伪尾维蠁畏.
危蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼 蟿畏蟼 蟺伪蟻伪魏渭萎蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏蟼 蠅蟻伪喂慰蟺慰喂畏渭苇谓畏蟼 蟽萎蠄畏蟼.禄 蟽蔚位. 7-8
螝伪位维 渭苇蠂蟻喂 蔚未蠋; 螤维渭蔚 蟺伪蟻伪魏维蟿蠅:
芦螝伪喂 伪魏维胃蔚魏蟿慰蟼 魏伪喂 渭伪蟽蟿慰蠀蟻蠅渭苇谓慰蟼 [慰 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿] 蟿蟻苇蠂蔚喂 蟺蟻慰蟼 蟿畏谓 蟿蟻委蟿畏 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位喂魏萎 蟺蟻维尉畏 蟿畏蟼 蟿蟻伪纬蠅未委伪蟼 蟿慰蠀, 蟿畏 纬蔚蟻伪蟽渭苇谓畏, 伪蟺慰魏蟻慰蠀蟽蟿喂魏萎, 魏喂 蠈蠂喂 位喂纬蠋蟿蔚蟻伪 蟿蟻伪纬喂魏萎, 蔚喂魏蠈谓伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰蟻蟿蟻伪委蟿慰蠀 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿蠈蟻喂伪谓 螕魏蟻伪委畏禄 蟽蔚位. 26
芦韦慰 蠈位慰谓 未蔚 蟺蟻蠋蟿慰 渭苇蟻慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿蔚 螤蟻慰蠁慰蠉谓蟿喂蟼, 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺伪蟻维 畏 伪蟺慰魏维位蠀蠄畏 蟿蠅谓 尾蟻慰渭蔚蟻蠋谓 蟽蠂苇蟽蔚蠅谓 未蠉慰 慰渭慰蠁蠀位慰蠁蠉位蠅谓, 蔚谓蠈蟼 蠂蠀未伪委慰蠀 魏伪喂 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 魏伪谓苇谓伪 喂未伪谓喂魏蠈 谓蔚伪蟻慰蠉 尾位伪蟽蟿慰蠉 蟿畏蟼 伪蟻喂蟽蟿慰魏蟻伪蟿委伪蟼 蟿蠅谓 渭蠀位蠈蟻未蠅谓 [螡蟿维纬魏位伪蟼], 蟺慰蠀 蔚委蠂蔚 尾慰蠀蟿畏蠂蟿蔚委 蟽蟿慰 尾慰蠉蟻魏慰, 伪位位维 魏伪喂 魏伪蟿慰蟻胃蠋谓蔚喂 谓伪 魏蟻蠉尾蔚喂 渭蔚 渭伪蔚蟽蟿蟻委伪谓 蟿畏谓 慰位慰魏位畏蟻蠅蟿喂魏萎 蟿慰蠀 未喂伪蠁胃慰蟻维, 蔚谓蠈蟼 未畏位. 魏伪魏慰萎胃慰蠀蟼 谓蔚伪蟻慰蠉, 渭蔚 苇谓伪 谓慰蟽畏蟻蠈 蠅蟻伪喂慰蟺伪胃萎 [螣蠀维喂位谓蟿] 渭蔚 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏维 蠂伪蟻委蟽渭伪蟿伪 蟺慰蠀 魏伪渭慰蠀蠁位维蟻蔚喂 蟿畏谓 未喂伪蟽蟿蟻慰蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 谓蟿蠉谓慰谓蟿维蟼 蟿畏谓 渭蔚 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏维 蠁慰蟻苇渭伪蟿伪.禄 蟽蔚位. 83
螡伪 蟽蠀谓蔚蠂委蟽蠅;
芦螤谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏蠈 魏伪喂 蟽蠀谓伪喂蟽胃畏渭伪蟿喂魏蠈 未伪位蟿蠅谓喂蟽渭蠈 [伪蠂蟻蠅渭伪蟿慰蠄委伪] 萎 渭维位位慰谓 渭喂伪 渭慰蟻蠁萎 渭蔚蟻喂魏萎蟼 蟽蠂喂味慰蠁蟻苇谓喂伪蟼 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉蟽蔚 谓伪 慰谓慰渭维蟽蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 蟿畏谓 蟺蔚蟻委蟺蟿蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿.禄 蟽蔚位. 112
螣 危蠂喂味慰蠁蟻蔚谓萎蟼 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟺蟻喂蠈谓喂.
芦[螣 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿] 蔚委谓伪喂 谓蔚魏蟻蠈蟼 蟺喂伪 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蟿苇蠂谓畏, 蔚委谓伪喂 谓蔚魏蟻蠈蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏 味蠅萎.禄 蟽蔚位. 116
螡蔚魏蟻蠈蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蟿苇蠂谓畏 慰 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 位苇蔚喂. 韦喂 维位位蔚蟼 蟺伪蟺伪蟻喂苇蟼 胃伪 未喂伪尾维蟽蠅;!;
螚 蟽蠀谓苇蠂蔚喂伪 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 蟽蟿慰 渭蟺位慰纬魏 渭慰蠀
螌蠂喂, 未蔚谓 苇蠂蠅 魏维蟿喂 蔚谓伪谓蟿委慰谓 蟿畏蟼 纬蟻伪蠁萎蟼 蟿慰蠀 螌蟽魏伪蟻 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿, 伪谓蟿喂胃苇蟿蠅蟼 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟿慰 蔚魏蟿蔚谓苇蟼 纬蟻维渭渭伪 蟿慰 尾蟻萎魏伪 蠅蟼 渭喂伪 蠀蟺苇蟻慰蠂畏 魏伪喂 蟽蟺伪蟻伪尉喂魏维蟻未喂伪 魏伪蟿维胃蔚蟽畏 蠄蠀蠂萎蟼.
韦蠈蟿蔚 蟿喂 魏伪蟿伪蟻喂苇渭伪喂;
韦慰n 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺蟻慰位蠈纬慰蠀 蟿畏蟼 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬萎蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏蟼 伪谓维位蠀蟽畏蟼 蟿慰蠀 De Profundis.
韦蠈蟽慰 蔚魏蟿蔚谓萎蟼 萎蟿伪谓 蟺慰蠀 蔚尉伪蟺位蠋胃畏魏蔚 蟽蟿慰 1/3 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位委慰蠀 蟽伪谓 魏伪魏慰萎胃畏蟼 蠈纬魏慰蟼.
螖蔚谓 萎蟿伪谓 蟿蠈蟽慰 伪谓维位蠀蟽畏 蠈蟽慰 渭喂伪 蔚蠀魏伪喂蟻委伪 谓伪 尉蔚蟿蠀位委尉蔚喂 蟿慰 慰渭慰蠁慰尾喂魏蠈 蟿慰蠀 蟿伪位苇谓蟿慰 慰 魏蟻喂蟿喂魏蠈蟼/蟽蠂慰位喂伪蟽蟿萎蟼 巍萎纬伪蟼 螕伪蟻蟿伪纬维谓畏蟼. 螆魏伪谓蔚 蔚蟺委胃蔚蟽畏 蟽蟿慰谓 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 魏伪喂 蔚委蠂蔚 蔚蟺委蟽畏蟼 魏伪喂 蟿慰 胃蟻维蟽慰蟼 谓伪 蟺喂维蟽蔚喂 蟽蟿慰 蟽蟿蠈渭伪 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟿慰谓 螠蔚纬维位慰 螝伪尾维蠁畏.
螤慰喂慰蟼; 螆谓伪蟼 巍萎纬伪蟼 螕伪蟻蟿伪纬维谓畏蟼 蟺慰蠉 慰蠉蟿蔚 畏 渭维谓伪 蟿慰蠀 未蔚谓 蟿慰谓 尉苇蟻蔚喂 谓伪 伪蟽蠂慰位畏胃蔚委 渭蔚 未蠉慰 蟺慰喂畏蟿喂魏慰蠉蟼 胃蟻蠉位慰蠀蟼.
危蟿畏谓 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬萎 蟿慰蠀 蠀蟺维蟻蠂蔚喂 伪蠁胃慰谓委伪 蔚喂蟻蠅谓蔚委伪蟼, 蟺伪蟿蟻慰谓伪蟻喂蟽渭慰蠉, 未慰魏畏蟽喂蟽慰蠁委伪 魏伪喂 维蠁胃慰谓蔚蟼 蠂蟻喂蟽蟿喂伪谓慰蟿伪位喂渭蟺伪谓喂魏苇蟼 渭蟺慰蠉蟻未蔚蟼.
螛伪 渭慰蠀 蟺蔚委蟿蔚: 韦喂 蟺蔚蟻委渭蔚谓蔚蟼 伪蟺蠈 渭喂伪 蔚喂蟽伪纬蠅纬萎 蟺慰蠀 纬蟻维蠁蟿畏魏蔚 蟿慰 1955.
韦慰 尉苇蟻蠅, 伪位位维 伪蠀蟿蠈 未蔚谓 伪蟺苇蟿蟻蔚蠄蔚 伪蟺' 蟿慰 谓伪 渭' 伪谓维蠄慰蠀谓 蟿伪 位伪渭蟺维魏喂伪.
螘蟺委蟽畏蟼 胃伪 渭慰蠀 蟺蔚委蟿蔚 纬喂伪蟿委 蟿慰 伪纬蠈蟻伪蟽伪. 韦慰 蔚委未伪 苇蟿蟽喂 蟺伪位喂蠈 魏伪喂 尾喂谓蟿维味 魏伪喂 渭蠈位喂蟼 蔚委未伪 蟿慰谓 蟿委蟿位慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蠈谓慰渭伪 蟿慰蠀 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪 蟿慰 蟺萎蟻伪 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 未蔚蠉蟿蔚蟻蔚蟼 蟽魏苇蠄蔚喂蟼, 渭苇蟽伪 蟽蔚 维纬谓慰喂伪 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟿喂 胃伪 未喂维尾伪味伪 蟽蟿畏谓 魏蟻喂蟿喂魏萎.
螛伪 蟺伪蟻伪胃苇蟽蠅 渭蔚蟻喂魏苇蟼 伪蟺蠈 蟿喂蟼 慰渭慰蠁慰尾喂魏苇蟼 蟿慰蠀 渭蟺慰蠉蟻未蔚蟼 蔚未蠋, 苇蟿蟽喂 纬喂伪 谓伪 蟽伪蟼 伪谓维蠄慰蠀谓 魏喂 蔚蟽维蟼 蟿伪 位伪渭蟺维魏喂伪. 韦喂; 渭蠈谓慰蟼 渭慰蠀 胃伪 蟿' 伪谓维尾蠅; 谓伪 渭慰蠀 魏维谓蔚蟿蔚 蟺伪蟻苇伪.
芦螌蟽慰 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻慰 渭喂伪 蔚蟺慰蠂萎 蔚委谓伪喂 尾蠀胃喂蟽渭苇谓畏 渭苇蟽伪 [蟽蟿慰谓] 尾慰蠉蟻魏慰, 蟿蠈蟽慰 魏伪喂 慰喂 伪谓蟿喂蟺蟻慰蟽蠅蟺蔚蠉慰谓蟿蔚蟼 苇蟻纬蠅 魏伪喂 位蠈纬蠅 伪蠀蟿蠈谓 蟿慰 尾慰蠉蟻魏慰 蟺蟻慰尾维位位慰谓蟿伪喂 魏伪喂 胃蔚蠅蟻慰蠉谓蟿伪喂 渭蔚纬维位慰喂 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁蔚委蟼, [蠈蟺蠅蟼 纬喂伪 蟺伪蟻维未蔚喂纬渭伪] 蟿慰蠀 未喂魏慰蠉 渭伪蟼 渭蔚纬维位慰蠀 (;) 螝伪尾维蠁畏.
危蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼 蟿畏蟼 蟺伪蟻伪魏渭萎蟼 魏伪喂 蟿畏蟼 蠅蟻伪喂慰蟺慰喂畏渭苇谓畏蟼 蟽萎蠄畏蟼.禄 蟽蔚位. 7-8
螝伪位维 渭苇蠂蟻喂 蔚未蠋; 螤维渭蔚 蟺伪蟻伪魏维蟿蠅:
芦螝伪喂 伪魏维胃蔚魏蟿慰蟼 魏伪喂 渭伪蟽蟿慰蠀蟻蠅渭苇谓慰蟼 [慰 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿] 蟿蟻苇蠂蔚喂 蟺蟻慰蟼 蟿畏谓 蟿蟻委蟿畏 魏伪喂 蟿蔚位喂魏萎 蟺蟻维尉畏 蟿畏蟼 蟿蟻伪纬蠅未委伪蟼 蟿慰蠀, 蟿畏 纬蔚蟻伪蟽渭苇谓畏, 伪蟺慰魏蟻慰蠀蟽蟿喂魏萎, 魏喂 蠈蠂喂 位喂纬蠋蟿蔚蟻伪 蟿蟻伪纬喂魏萎, 蔚喂魏蠈谓伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺慰蟻蟿蟻伪委蟿慰蠀 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿蠈蟻喂伪谓 螕魏蟻伪委畏禄 蟽蔚位. 26
芦韦慰 蠈位慰谓 未蔚 蟺蟻蠋蟿慰 渭苇蟻慰蟼 蟿慰蠀 螡蟿蔚 螤蟻慰蠁慰蠉谓蟿喂蟼, 未蔚谓 蔚委谓伪喂 蟺伪蟻维 畏 伪蟺慰魏维位蠀蠄畏 蟿蠅谓 尾蟻慰渭蔚蟻蠋谓 蟽蠂苇蟽蔚蠅谓 未蠉慰 慰渭慰蠁蠀位慰蠁蠉位蠅谓, 蔚谓蠈蟼 蠂蠀未伪委慰蠀 魏伪喂 蠂蠅蟻委蟼 魏伪谓苇谓伪 喂未伪谓喂魏蠈 谓蔚伪蟻慰蠉 尾位伪蟽蟿慰蠉 蟿畏蟼 伪蟻喂蟽蟿慰魏蟻伪蟿委伪蟼 蟿蠅谓 渭蠀位蠈蟻未蠅谓 [螡蟿维纬魏位伪蟼], 蟺慰蠀 蔚委蠂蔚 尾慰蠀蟿畏蠂蟿蔚委 蟽蟿慰 尾慰蠉蟻魏慰, 伪位位维 魏伪喂 魏伪蟿慰蟻胃蠋谓蔚喂 谓伪 魏蟻蠉尾蔚喂 渭蔚 渭伪蔚蟽蟿蟻委伪谓 蟿畏谓 慰位慰魏位畏蟻蠅蟿喂魏萎 蟿慰蠀 未喂伪蠁胃慰蟻维, 蔚谓蠈蟼 未畏位. 魏伪魏慰萎胃慰蠀蟼 谓蔚伪蟻慰蠉, 渭蔚 苇谓伪 谓慰蟽畏蟻蠈 蠅蟻伪喂慰蟺伪胃萎 [螣蠀维喂位谓蟿] 渭蔚 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏维 蠂伪蟻委蟽渭伪蟿伪 蟺慰蠀 魏伪渭慰蠀蠁位维蟻蔚喂 蟿畏谓 未喂伪蟽蟿蟻慰蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 谓蟿蠉谓慰谓蟿维蟼 蟿畏谓 渭蔚 魏伪位位喂蟿蔚蠂谓喂魏维 蠁慰蟻苇渭伪蟿伪.禄 蟽蔚位. 83
螡伪 蟽蠀谓蔚蠂委蟽蠅;
芦螤谓蔚蠀渭伪蟿喂魏蠈 魏伪喂 蟽蠀谓伪喂蟽胃畏渭伪蟿喂魏蠈 未伪位蟿蠅谓喂蟽渭蠈 [伪蠂蟻蠅渭伪蟿慰蠄委伪] 萎 渭维位位慰谓 渭喂伪 渭慰蟻蠁萎 渭蔚蟻喂魏萎蟼 蟽蠂喂味慰蠁蟻苇谓喂伪蟼 胃伪 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉蟽蔚 谓伪 慰谓慰渭维蟽蔚喂 魏伪谓蔚委蟼 蟿畏谓 蟺蔚蟻委蟺蟿蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿.禄 蟽蔚位. 112
螣 危蠂喂味慰蠁蟻蔚谓萎蟼 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 渭蔚 蟿慰 蟺蟻喂蠈谓喂.
芦[螣 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿] 蔚委谓伪喂 谓蔚魏蟻蠈蟼 蟺喂伪 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蟿苇蠂谓畏, 蔚委谓伪喂 谓蔚魏蟻蠈蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏 味蠅萎.禄 蟽蔚位. 116
螡蔚魏蟻蠈蟼 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 蟿苇蠂谓畏 慰 螣蠀维喂位谓蟿 位苇蔚喂. 韦喂 维位位蔚蟼 蟺伪蟺伪蟻喂苇蟼 胃伪 未喂伪尾维蟽蠅;!;
螚 蟽蠀谓苇蠂蔚喂伪 魏伪喂 蟿慰 蟿苇位慰蟼 蟽蟿慰 渭蟺位慰纬魏 渭慰蠀
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韦慰蠀 维尉喂味蔚 渭喂伪 伪纬魏伪位喂维
January 14, 2015
I can't believe how highly rated this book is here. I can't remember being so crushingly disappointed by anything since the Star Wars prequels. I had been waiting to read this for so long before I finally bought it for myself; I love Oscar Wilde but he can be a bit glib, so I was eager to read what he had written while imprisoned. I was hoping to see him become genuinely introspective, learn what drove him to the conversion I knew came soon afterward, and generally read some beautiful, heartfelt stuff.
This is not that book. Almost all of the book is self-important unbearable ranting in which he blames his lover for all his troubles, while referring to himself as a capital-A Artist and a genius. It felt like reading blog posts from Kanye West. Describing this book as a "love letter" seems to me absurd. It's written by someone who was obviously in love, but that love is bitter, resentful, and often seems to have curdled entirely to hate. As we flip through Wilde's rolodex of spite and hear every grief and gripe he has stored up against his lover, it soon becomes more interesting to imagine how Douglas would defend himself than to continue reading such one-sided self-pity. It suggests Wilde really hadn't come to any realizations or greater understanding-- saying "I blame myself" is not very convincing if you follow that up with "for letting you do this to me."
There is absolutely no doubt that he is a writer of amazing ability; when Wilde actually did get introspective, there were moments of intense beauty and power in this text. For me, they weren't worth slogging through all the unsent-emails-to-my-ex type screeching that surrounded it.
This is not that book. Almost all of the book is self-important unbearable ranting in which he blames his lover for all his troubles, while referring to himself as a capital-A Artist and a genius. It felt like reading blog posts from Kanye West. Describing this book as a "love letter" seems to me absurd. It's written by someone who was obviously in love, but that love is bitter, resentful, and often seems to have curdled entirely to hate. As we flip through Wilde's rolodex of spite and hear every grief and gripe he has stored up against his lover, it soon becomes more interesting to imagine how Douglas would defend himself than to continue reading such one-sided self-pity. It suggests Wilde really hadn't come to any realizations or greater understanding-- saying "I blame myself" is not very convincing if you follow that up with "for letting you do this to me."
There is absolutely no doubt that he is a writer of amazing ability; when Wilde actually did get introspective, there were moments of intense beauty and power in this text. For me, they weren't worth slogging through all the unsent-emails-to-my-ex type screeching that surrounded it.
May 25, 2022
1潞 Acto - Uma Parteira Chamada Dor:
- "Suffering is really a revelation. One discerns things one's never discerned before"
2潞 Acto - A Roda dos Opostos:
- "I turned the good things of my life to evil and the evil things of my life to good"
3潞 Acto - A Experi锚ncia Constr贸i o Ser:
- "To regret one's own experience is to arrest one's own development"
Cai o Pano:
No fim de tudo o que h谩 a reter, 茅 que quem trilha o Caminho do Puro Prazer, trilha o Caminho da Dor sem sequer saber.
Quer nos agrade quer n茫o, Dor e Prazer nasceram casados e assim permanecer茫o!...馃槣
- "Suffering is really a revelation. One discerns things one's never discerned before"
2潞 Acto - A Roda dos Opostos:
- "I turned the good things of my life to evil and the evil things of my life to good"
3潞 Acto - A Experi锚ncia Constr贸i o Ser:
- "To regret one's own experience is to arrest one's own development"
Cai o Pano:
No fim de tudo o que h谩 a reter, 茅 que quem trilha o Caminho do Puro Prazer, trilha o Caminho da Dor sem sequer saber.
Quer nos agrade quer n茫o, Dor e Prazer nasceram casados e assim permanecer茫o!...馃槣
February 7, 2017
When faced with the abyss before you, is there only emptiness or is there a new beginning?
This is an intensely personal examination of Wilde's journey during incarceration. It follows the Stages of Grief and intertwines the religious with art. It has some incredible observations that made me examine my own thoughts and assumptions.
This is an intensely personal examination of Wilde's journey during incarceration. It follows the Stages of Grief and intertwines the religious with art. It has some incredible observations that made me examine my own thoughts and assumptions.
But it is a very unimaginative nature that only cares for people on their pedestals. A pedestal may be a very unreal thing. A pillory is a terrific reality. They should have known also how to interpret sorrow better. I have said that behind sorrow there is always sorrow. It were wiser still to say that behind sorrow there is always a soul. And to mock at a soul in pain is a dreadful thing. In the strangely simple economy of the world people only get what they give, and to those who have not enough imagination to penetrate the mere outward of things, and feel pity, what pity can be given save that of scorn?
January 31, 2016
螆谓伪 蟽蟺伪蟻伪魏蟿喂魏蠈 尾喂尾位委慰 伪蟺蠈 苇谓伪谓 蟺慰位蠉 伪纬伪蟺畏渭苇谓慰 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪. 螣 Wilde 蔚未蠋 尉蔚纬蠀渭谓蠋谓蔚喂 蟿畏谓 蠄蠀蠂萎 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 渭伪蟼 未蔚委蠂谓蔚喂 蟺苇蟻伪 蟿慰蠀 蟺蠈蟽慰 蟿伪位伪谓蟿慰蠉蠂慰蟼 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼 蔚委谓伪喂, 蟿慰 蟺蠈蟽慰 蔚蠀伪委蟽胃畏蟿慰蟼 魏伪喂 蟺慰位蠉蟺位蔚蠀蟻慰蟼 维谓胃蟻蠅蟺慰蟼 蔚委谓伪喂. 螒魏蠈渭伪 魏伪喂 伪谓 未蔚 蟽蠀渭蠁蠅谓蔚委 魏维蟺慰喂慰蟼 渭蔚 蟿喂蟼 伪蟺蠈蠄蔚喂蟼 蟿慰蠀 萎 蟿慰谓 蟿蟻蠈蟺慰 味蠅萎蟼 蟿慰蠀, 未蔚谓 渭蟺慰蟻蔚委 蟺伪蟻维 谓伪 伪蠁蔚胃蔚委 蟽蟿慰 渭伪纬喂魏蠈 纬蟻维蠄喂渭蠈 蟿慰蠀 魏伪喂 蟽蟿慰谓 未伪喂未伪位蠋未畏 魏蠈蟽渭慰 蟿慰蠀, 蠈蠂喂 渭蠈谓慰 蟽蔚 伪蠀蟿蠈 蟿慰 尾喂尾位委慰 蟿慰蠀 伪位位维 蟽蔚 蠈位伪 伪谓蔚尉伪喂蟻苇蟿蠅蟼 蟿伪 苇蟻纬伪 蟿慰蠀. 螒蟺位维 伪蟺慰位伪蠀蟽蟿喂魏蠈蟼!
October 19, 2021
Non esagero nel dire che avr貌 letto il De profundis almeno sei o sette volte. Non tanto per la vicenda in s茅 (arcinota agli amanti di Wilde e non), ma perch茅 in ogni sua riga ho sempre trovato uno spunto di riflessione, un'orizzonte nuovo, prospettive, risposte. Perch猫, pur dalla disperazione di una cella 猫 un libro che parla di resurrezione.
October 31, 2023
5/5
Toks skaudus, skausmingas tekstas, sunkus visomis prasm臈mis. Man beskaitant kilo moraliniai klausimai apie jo publikacij膮 鈥� toks jis atviras, toks skaudus, galiausiai 鈥� toks asmeni拧kas, jog ar tikrai j寞 tok寞 Wilde b奴t懦 nor臈j臋s publikuoti? Ypa膷 kad jame, o kitaip ir neb奴t懦 寞manoma tik臈tis po visko, k膮 Wilde patyr臈, yra tiek daug kaltinimo, tiek asmeninio gyvenimo smulkmen懦 ir niuans懦, santyki懦 ai拧kinimosi. Yra ir paties Wilde svarstymo apie savo paties (ir svetim膮) k奴ryb膮, religij膮 鈥� net jo nagrin臈jami, cituojami tekstai, pavyzd啪iui, Dant臈s 鈥濪ievi拧koji komedija鈥�, glaud啪iai siejasi su krik拧膷ionyb臈s tema, nukankinto J臈zaus vaizdiniu. Nieko keisto, kad Oscar鈥榓s atranda pana拧um懦, kurie man visai neatrodo bedievi拧ki 鈥� kaip kitaip jaustis pa啪emintam ir nuskriaustam, nuteistam u啪 meil臋, ne u啪 tikr膮 nusikaltim膮, i拧juoktam priva膷iai ir vie拧umoje?
鈥濪e profundis鈥� d臈ka galima 寞sivaizduoti kaip Oscar鈥榓s gyveno, leido dienas, kur vakarieniaudavo, kokias santyki懦 nuoskaudas (o kokiuose j懦 n臈ra?) jaut臈. Kaip ir pridera poros konfliktui, gausu asmeni拧kum懦, ta膷iau akivaizdu, kad tikslas 鈥� terapinis, toks nuskriausto 啪mogaus 拧奴ksnis tyruose. Savo ir svetimo elgesio analiz臈, kas b奴t懦 jeigu b奴t懦, kabinimasis 寞, gali pasirodyti, smulkmenas, ta膷iau apie k膮 daugiau galvoti, kai turi vis膮 pasaulio laik膮? Lai拧kuose gausu literat奴rini懦 nuorod懦 ir eilin寞 kart膮 nepatogu, kai i拧na拧os 鈥� teksto gale, nes viename puslapyje gali tekti vartyti penkis kartus ar net daugiau. Nesuprantu 拧itos mados ir turb奴t niekad nesuprasiu, ypa膷 kai i拧na拧os trumput臈s. Apart to 鈥� rekomenduoju tik norintiems geriau suprasti Wilde asmenyb臋, po啪i奴r寞, k奴ryb膮. Kitiems tikriausiai b奴t懦 pragari拧kai nuobodu.
Toks skaudus, skausmingas tekstas, sunkus visomis prasm臈mis. Man beskaitant kilo moraliniai klausimai apie jo publikacij膮 鈥� toks jis atviras, toks skaudus, galiausiai 鈥� toks asmeni拧kas, jog ar tikrai j寞 tok寞 Wilde b奴t懦 nor臈j臋s publikuoti? Ypa膷 kad jame, o kitaip ir neb奴t懦 寞manoma tik臈tis po visko, k膮 Wilde patyr臈, yra tiek daug kaltinimo, tiek asmeninio gyvenimo smulkmen懦 ir niuans懦, santyki懦 ai拧kinimosi. Yra ir paties Wilde svarstymo apie savo paties (ir svetim膮) k奴ryb膮, religij膮 鈥� net jo nagrin臈jami, cituojami tekstai, pavyzd啪iui, Dant臈s 鈥濪ievi拧koji komedija鈥�, glaud啪iai siejasi su krik拧膷ionyb臈s tema, nukankinto J臈zaus vaizdiniu. Nieko keisto, kad Oscar鈥榓s atranda pana拧um懦, kurie man visai neatrodo bedievi拧ki 鈥� kaip kitaip jaustis pa啪emintam ir nuskriaustam, nuteistam u啪 meil臋, ne u啪 tikr膮 nusikaltim膮, i拧juoktam priva膷iai ir vie拧umoje?
鈥濪e profundis鈥� d臈ka galima 寞sivaizduoti kaip Oscar鈥榓s gyveno, leido dienas, kur vakarieniaudavo, kokias santyki懦 nuoskaudas (o kokiuose j懦 n臈ra?) jaut臈. Kaip ir pridera poros konfliktui, gausu asmeni拧kum懦, ta膷iau akivaizdu, kad tikslas 鈥� terapinis, toks nuskriausto 啪mogaus 拧奴ksnis tyruose. Savo ir svetimo elgesio analiz臈, kas b奴t懦 jeigu b奴t懦, kabinimasis 寞, gali pasirodyti, smulkmenas, ta膷iau apie k膮 daugiau galvoti, kai turi vis膮 pasaulio laik膮? Lai拧kuose gausu literat奴rini懦 nuorod懦 ir eilin寞 kart膮 nepatogu, kai i拧na拧os 鈥� teksto gale, nes viename puslapyje gali tekti vartyti penkis kartus ar net daugiau. Nesuprantu 拧itos mados ir turb奴t niekad nesuprasiu, ypa膷 kai i拧na拧os trumput臈s. Apart to 鈥� rekomenduoju tik norintiems geriau suprasti Wilde asmenyb臋, po啪i奴r寞, k奴ryb膮. Kitiems tikriausiai b奴t懦 pragari拧kai nuobodu.
June 21, 2019
"(...)
Uns amam pouco tempo, outros demais,
Uns vendem, outros compram;
Alguns praticam a a莽茫o com muitas l谩grimas
E outros sem um suspiro, sequer:
Pois todo o homem mata o objeto do seu amor
E, no entanto, nem todo homem 茅 condenado 脿 morte.
鈥� Oscar Wilde (Balada do C谩rcere de Reading)
De Profundis 茅 uma longa carta, dirigida a Alfred Douglas, que Wilde escreveu na pris茫o de Reading, onde, durante dois anos, cumpriu pena de trabalhos for莽ados pela acusa莽茫o de pr谩ticas homossexuais.
脡 um relato pungente do sofrimento de um homem que perdeu tudo pelo "amor que n茫o ousa dizer seu nome": o patrim贸nio, a fam铆lia, os amigos, a sa煤de, a reputa莽茫o, o amor...
"(...)
Jovem encantador,
Dize-me: por que, triste e suspirante, erras
Nestes reinos apraz铆veis? Pe莽o-te, dize-me:
Qual o teu verdadeiro nome? 鈥淢eu nome 茅 Amor.鈥�
Ent茫o, o primeiro virou-se para mim,
E gritou-me: 鈥淓le mente, porque o nome dele 茅 Vergonha.
Eu 茅 quem sou o Amor, e costumava estar aqui
Sozinho, neste belo jardim, at茅 que ele chegou
Como um intruso durante a noite.
Sou eu o verdadeiro Amor, que anima de uma chama m煤tua os cora莽玫es dos rapazes e das raparigas.
Ent茫o, suspirando, o outro disse: 鈥淪egue tua fantasia,
Porque eu, eu sou o Amor que n茫o ousa dizer seu nome鈥�.
鈥� Alfred Douglas (Os Dois Amores)
Uns amam pouco tempo, outros demais,
Uns vendem, outros compram;
Alguns praticam a a莽茫o com muitas l谩grimas
E outros sem um suspiro, sequer:
Pois todo o homem mata o objeto do seu amor
E, no entanto, nem todo homem 茅 condenado 脿 morte.
鈥� Oscar Wilde (Balada do C谩rcere de Reading)
De Profundis 茅 uma longa carta, dirigida a Alfred Douglas, que Wilde escreveu na pris茫o de Reading, onde, durante dois anos, cumpriu pena de trabalhos for莽ados pela acusa莽茫o de pr谩ticas homossexuais.
脡 um relato pungente do sofrimento de um homem que perdeu tudo pelo "amor que n茫o ousa dizer seu nome": o patrim贸nio, a fam铆lia, os amigos, a sa煤de, a reputa莽茫o, o amor...
"(...)
Jovem encantador,
Dize-me: por que, triste e suspirante, erras
Nestes reinos apraz铆veis? Pe莽o-te, dize-me:
Qual o teu verdadeiro nome? 鈥淢eu nome 茅 Amor.鈥�
Ent茫o, o primeiro virou-se para mim,
E gritou-me: 鈥淓le mente, porque o nome dele 茅 Vergonha.
Eu 茅 quem sou o Amor, e costumava estar aqui
Sozinho, neste belo jardim, at茅 que ele chegou
Como um intruso durante a noite.
Sou eu o verdadeiro Amor, que anima de uma chama m煤tua os cora莽玫es dos rapazes e das raparigas.
Ent茫o, suspirando, o outro disse: 鈥淪egue tua fantasia,
Porque eu, eu sou o Amor que n茫o ousa dizer seu nome鈥�.
鈥� Alfred Douglas (Os Dois Amores)
May 11, 2019
违蟺苇蟻慰蠂慰蟼 Oscar Wilde! 螠喂伪 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿慰位萎 魏蠈位伪蠁慰蟼 畏 慰蟺慰委伪 伪蟺蔚蠀胃蠉谓蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰谓 蔚蟻伪蟽蟿萎 蟿慰蠀 螁位蠁蟻蔚谓蟿 螡蟿维纬魏位伪蟼. 螆谓伪 未蟻喂渭蠉 魏伪蟿畏纬慰蟻蠋 渭蔚 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁喂魏苇蟼 蟺蟻慰蔚魏蟿维蟽蔚喂蟼.
螛蔚蠅蟻蠋 蠈蟿喂 蠂维谓蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 渭蔚蟿伪蠁蟻伪蟽畏 慰蟺蠈蟿蔚 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺蠈渭蔚谓畏 蠁慰蟻维 胃伪 蟺蟻慰蟿喂渭萎蟽蠅 蟿畏谓 伪纬纬位喂魏萎 纬位蠋蟽蟽伪 蠈蟺蠅蟼 蔚委蠂伪 魏维谓蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蔚蟻委蟺蟿蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 Dorian Grey 魏伪喂 蟽蟿慰 The importance of being Earnest. 韦慰 5伪蟻喂 魏伪胃伪蟻维 纬喂伪 蟿慰 魏蔚委渭蔚谓慰 魏伪喂 蠈蠂喂 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 苇魏未慰蟽畏 蟽蟿畏谓 慰蟺慰委伪 尾维味蠅 蔚蟺喂蔚喂魏蠋蟼 2!!!!
韦慰 慰蟺喂蟽胃蠈蠁蠀位位慰 蟿畏蟼 苇魏未慰蟽畏蟼 螙伪蠂伪蟻慰蟺慰蠀位慰蟼 蟿慰 慰蟺慰委慰 苇蠂蠅 蟽蟿伪 蠂苇蟻喂伪 渭慰蠀 伪谓伪蠁苇蟻蔚喂 蠈蟿喂 伪蟺蔚蠀胃蠉谓蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰谓 谓蔚魏蟻蠈 蔚蟻蠅渭苇谓慰 蟿慰蠀 蔚谓蠋 蔚谓蟿蠈蟼 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位喂慰蠀 渭伪胃伪委谓慰蠀渭蔚 蠈蟿喂 慰 螡蟿维纬魏位伪蟼 萎蟿伪谓 蔚谓 味蠅萎 蠈蟿伪谓 蟺苇胃伪谓蔚 慰 渭蔚纬维位慰蟼 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼. 螠蔚纬维位慰 蠁维慰蠀位 蟿蠅谓 蔚魏未蠈蟽蔚蠅谓. 螠喂伪 苇魏未慰蟽畏 渭蔚 蟺慰位位维 蟺蟻慰尾位萎渭伪蟿伪. 韦慰 渭蔚位维谓喂 蟽蔚 魏伪蟺慰喂蔚蟼 蟽蔚位喂未蔚蟼 蔚委蠂蔚 蠁蠉纬蔚喂 魏伪喂 蟽蔚 伪位位蔚蟼 蠁伪喂谓慰谓蟿慰蠀蟽伪谓 未喂蟺位蔚蟼 慰喂 位蔚尉蔚喂蟼. 螘蟺委蟽畏蟼 蠈蟿伪谓 纬蟻维蠁蔚蟿蔚 尾喂慰纬蟻伪蠁喂魏维 魏伪位蠈 胃伪 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 渭萎谓蔚蟼 谓伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 位苇蟿蔚 慰位蠈魏位畏蟻慰蠀蟼 螤.蠂. 螜慰蠉位喂慰蟼 蠈蠂喂 螜慰蠉位畏蟼.
韦蟻伪纬喂魏维 位维胃畏! 螚 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪蟺慰蟽蠀谓蟿慰谓委味蔚喂! 螝蟻委渭伪!
螛蔚蠅蟻蠋 蠈蟿喂 蠂维谓蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 渭蔚蟿伪蠁蟻伪蟽畏 慰蟺蠈蟿蔚 蟿畏谓 蔚蟺蠈渭蔚谓畏 蠁慰蟻维 胃伪 蟺蟻慰蟿喂渭萎蟽蠅 蟿畏谓 伪纬纬位喂魏萎 纬位蠋蟽蟽伪 蠈蟺蠅蟼 蔚委蠂伪 魏维谓蔚喂 蟽蟿畏谓 蟺蔚蟻委蟺蟿蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀 Dorian Grey 魏伪喂 蟽蟿慰 The importance of being Earnest. 韦慰 5伪蟻喂 魏伪胃伪蟻维 纬喂伪 蟿慰 魏蔚委渭蔚谓慰 魏伪喂 蠈蠂喂 纬喂伪 蟿畏谓 苇魏未慰蟽畏 蟽蟿畏谓 慰蟺慰委伪 尾维味蠅 蔚蟺喂蔚喂魏蠋蟼 2!!!!
韦慰 慰蟺喂蟽胃蠈蠁蠀位位慰 蟿畏蟼 苇魏未慰蟽畏蟼 螙伪蠂伪蟻慰蟺慰蠀位慰蟼 蟿慰 慰蟺慰委慰 苇蠂蠅 蟽蟿伪 蠂苇蟻喂伪 渭慰蠀 伪谓伪蠁苇蟻蔚喂 蠈蟿喂 伪蟺蔚蠀胃蠉谓蔚蟿伪喂 蟽蟿慰谓 谓蔚魏蟻蠈 蔚蟻蠅渭苇谓慰 蟿慰蠀 蔚谓蠋 蔚谓蟿蠈蟼 蟿慰蠀 尾喂尾位喂慰蠀 渭伪胃伪委谓慰蠀渭蔚 蠈蟿喂 慰 螡蟿维纬魏位伪蟼 萎蟿伪谓 蔚谓 味蠅萎 蠈蟿伪谓 蟺苇胃伪谓蔚 慰 渭蔚纬维位慰蟼 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁苇伪蟼. 螠蔚纬维位慰 蠁维慰蠀位 蟿蠅谓 蔚魏未蠈蟽蔚蠅谓. 螠喂伪 苇魏未慰蟽畏 渭蔚 蟺慰位位维 蟺蟻慰尾位萎渭伪蟿伪. 韦慰 渭蔚位维谓喂 蟽蔚 魏伪蟺慰喂蔚蟼 蟽蔚位喂未蔚蟼 蔚委蠂蔚 蠁蠉纬蔚喂 魏伪喂 蟽蔚 伪位位蔚蟼 蠁伪喂谓慰谓蟿慰蠀蟽伪谓 未喂蟺位蔚蟼 慰喂 位蔚尉蔚喂蟼. 螘蟺委蟽畏蟼 蠈蟿伪谓 纬蟻维蠁蔚蟿蔚 尾喂慰纬蟻伪蠁喂魏维 魏伪位蠈 胃伪 蔚委谓伪喂 蟿慰蠀蟼 渭萎谓蔚蟼 谓伪 蟿慰蠀蟼 位苇蟿蔚 慰位蠈魏位畏蟻慰蠀蟼 螤.蠂. 螜慰蠉位喂慰蟼 蠈蠂喂 螜慰蠉位畏蟼.
韦蟻伪纬喂魏维 位维胃畏! 螚 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏 蟿慰蠀蟼 伪蟺慰蟽蠀谓蟿慰谓委味蔚喂! 螝蟻委渭伪!
July 26, 2023
when they say 鈥渋ly鈥� but Oscar Wilde wrote
鈥淚f bitter necessity, or prudence, to me more bitter still, had prevented my being near you, and robbed me of the joy of your presence, though seen through prison-bars and in a shape of shame, I would have written to you in season and out of season in the hope that some mere phrase, some single word, some broken echo even of Love might reach you.鈥�
鈥淚f bitter necessity, or prudence, to me more bitter still, had prevented my being near you, and robbed me of the joy of your presence, though seen through prison-bars and in a shape of shame, I would have written to you in season and out of season in the hope that some mere phrase, some single word, some broken echo even of Love might reach you.鈥�
November 5, 2011
In the letter Wilde wrote to his friend Robert Ross enclosing this extended essay he finishes with a beautiful image
' On the other side of the prison wall there are some poor black soot-besmirched trees which are just breaking out into buds of an almost shrill gren. I know quite well what they are going through. They are finding expression '.
These lovely few sentences capture quite marvelously the thrust of this book. It is an account of Wilde's re-birth from in amidst the degradation and cruel shaming brought about by his arrest and imprisonment. From out of the depths of his sorrow and bitterness you see the pushing upwards of a soul seeking to be at rights with himself and the world. This is not an essay filled with witticisms or sharp aphorisms but it is, as he might have said at another time, bejewelled with turns of phrase and ideas which really move. His humility and genuine acknowledgement of his own responsibilities does not lessen the sense of heartbreak that you read betwen the lines.
' I grew careless of the lives of others. I tok pleasure where it pleased me and passed on. I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character.....i was no longer the captain of my soul, and did not know it. '.
This book is fascinating because you read Oscar Wilde's journey as he moves to a fuller and freer wisdom and the centrality of his sense of being in posession of his soul, his real self. It reminded me of that quotation from Edith Wharton in ' The touchstone' where she writes something like ' we live in our souls as if an unmapped region a small area of which we have cleared for our own habitation '. Wilde is struggling and succeeding to take posession of more and more of his mysterious hinterland. A journey with an amazingly open and honest guide.
At one point he writes of his plans for the next 18 months after his release, sadly this was all he was to have before his death but he states that ' if i may not write beautiful books, I may at least read beautiful books; and what joy can be greater '
Oscar, I couldn't have said it better myself
' On the other side of the prison wall there are some poor black soot-besmirched trees which are just breaking out into buds of an almost shrill gren. I know quite well what they are going through. They are finding expression '.
These lovely few sentences capture quite marvelously the thrust of this book. It is an account of Wilde's re-birth from in amidst the degradation and cruel shaming brought about by his arrest and imprisonment. From out of the depths of his sorrow and bitterness you see the pushing upwards of a soul seeking to be at rights with himself and the world. This is not an essay filled with witticisms or sharp aphorisms but it is, as he might have said at another time, bejewelled with turns of phrase and ideas which really move. His humility and genuine acknowledgement of his own responsibilities does not lessen the sense of heartbreak that you read betwen the lines.
' I grew careless of the lives of others. I tok pleasure where it pleased me and passed on. I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character.....i was no longer the captain of my soul, and did not know it. '.
This book is fascinating because you read Oscar Wilde's journey as he moves to a fuller and freer wisdom and the centrality of his sense of being in posession of his soul, his real self. It reminded me of that quotation from Edith Wharton in ' The touchstone' where she writes something like ' we live in our souls as if an unmapped region a small area of which we have cleared for our own habitation '. Wilde is struggling and succeeding to take posession of more and more of his mysterious hinterland. A journey with an amazingly open and honest guide.
At one point he writes of his plans for the next 18 months after his release, sadly this was all he was to have before his death but he states that ' if i may not write beautiful books, I may at least read beautiful books; and what joy can be greater '
Oscar, I couldn't have said it better myself
December 8, 2016
(4,5*)
危蠉谓蟿慰渭蔚蟼 蟺蔚蟻委慰未慰喂, 魏慰蠁蟿蠈蟼 位蠈纬慰蟼, 蟺伪蟻维胃蔚蟽畏 维渭蔚蟽蠅谓 蔚蟻蠅蟿畏渭维蟿蠅谓...蠈位伪 蟽蠀谓蟿蔚位慰蠉谓 蟽蟿畏谓 伪蟺慰魏维位蠀蠄畏 蟿畏蟼 蠄蠀蠂喂魏萎蟼 未喂维胃蔚蟽畏蟼 蟿慰蠀 Oscar Wide 魏伪蟿维 蟿畏 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 纬蟻维渭渭伪蟿慰蟼. 螁位位慰蟿蔚 蟽魏蔚蟺蟿喂魏蠈蟼, 维位位慰蟿蔚 胃位喂渭渭苇谓慰蟼, 蟺喂魏蟻伪渭苇谓慰蟼, 蟽蟿慰蠂伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈蟼 魏伪喂 蔚喂蟻蠅谓喂魏蠈蟼. 螝蔚委渭蔚谓慰 渭蔚 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁喂魏苇蟼, 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏苇蟼 魏伪喂 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚蠀蟿喂魏苇蟼 蟺蟻慰蔚魏蟿维蟽蔚喂蟼, 蟺蟻慰蟽蠁苇蟻蔚蟿伪喂 纬喂伪 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻蔚蟼 伪蟺蠈 渭委伪 伪谓伪纬谓蠋蟽蔚喂蟼 蟽蔚 未喂伪蠁慰蟻蔚蟿喂魏苇蟼 蠁维蟽蔚喂蟼 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 渭伪蟼.
"螒蠀蟿蠈 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 蟺蟻慰伪喂蠋谓喂慰 蟺伪蟻伪位慰纬喂蟽渭蠈蟼 蟿畏蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼, 谓伪 蔚委蟽伪喂 伪蟺蠈位蠀蟿伪 蔚位蔚蠉胃蔚蟻慰蟼 魏伪喂 蟿伪蠀蟿蠈蠂蟻慰谓伪 谓慰渭慰蟿蔚位蔚喂伪魏维 蠀蟺慰蟿伪纬渭苇谓慰蟼."
"螣 蟺蠈谓慰蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 伪蟺苇蟻伪谓蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 魏伪喂 未蔚 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚 谓伪 蟿慰谓 蠂蠅蟻委蟽慰蠀渭蔚 蟽蔚 未喂伪蟽蟿萎渭伪蟿伪. 螠蟺慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚 渭慰谓维蠂伪 谓伪 蟽蠀位位维尾慰蠀渭蔚 蟿喂蟼 伪蟺慰蠂蟻蠋蟽蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 蔚蟺伪谓伪位萎蠄蔚喂蟼 蟿慰蠀."
违螕: 螖蔚谓 苇渭蔚喂谓伪 魏伪胃蠈位慰蠀 喂魏伪谓慰蟺慰喂畏渭苇谓畏 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏 蟽蠀纬魏蔚魏蟻喂渭苇谓畏 苇魏未慰蟽畏 (螒蟻纬慰谓伪蠉蟿畏蟼). 螤慰位位维 蟽蠀谓蟿伪魏蟿喂魏维-慰蟻胃慰纬蟻伪蠁喂魏维 位维胃畏 魏伪喂 位维胃慰蟼 蟽畏渭蔚委伪 蟽蟿委尉畏蟼 未蠀蟽蠂蔚蟻伪委谓慰蠀谓 蟽蔚 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 蟽畏渭蔚委伪 蟿畏 蟻慰萎 蟿畏蟼 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏蟼. 螘位蟺委味蠅 蟺蠋蟼 畏 渭蔚蟿维蠁蟻伪蟽畏 萎蟿伪谓 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 魏伪位萎 蠋蟽蟿蔚 谓伪 渭畏谓 伪位位慰喂蠅胃蔚委 蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻喂蔚蠂蠈渭蔚谓慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰 谓蠈畏渭伪 蟿慰蠀 魏蔚喂渭苇谓慰蠀. 危委纬慰蠀蟻伪 蠈蟿伪谓 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿蟻苇蠄蠅 纬喂伪 渭委伪 伪魏蠈渭畏 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏 胃伪 蟺蟻慰蟿喂渭萎蟽蠅 维位位畏 苇魏未慰蟽畏.
危蠉谓蟿慰渭蔚蟼 蟺蔚蟻委慰未慰喂, 魏慰蠁蟿蠈蟼 位蠈纬慰蟼, 蟺伪蟻维胃蔚蟽畏 维渭蔚蟽蠅谓 蔚蟻蠅蟿畏渭维蟿蠅谓...蠈位伪 蟽蠀谓蟿蔚位慰蠉谓 蟽蟿畏谓 伪蟺慰魏维位蠀蠄畏 蟿畏蟼 蠄蠀蠂喂魏萎蟼 未喂维胃蔚蟽畏蟼 蟿慰蠀 Oscar Wide 魏伪蟿维 蟿畏 蟽蠀纬纬蟻伪蠁萎 蟿慰蠀 纬蟻维渭渭伪蟿慰蟼. 螁位位慰蟿蔚 蟽魏蔚蟺蟿喂魏蠈蟼, 维位位慰蟿蔚 胃位喂渭渭苇谓慰蟼, 蟺喂魏蟻伪渭苇谓慰蟼, 蟽蟿慰蠂伪蟽蟿喂魏蠈蟼 魏伪喂 蔚喂蟻蠅谓喂魏蠈蟼. 螝蔚委渭蔚谓慰 渭蔚 蠁喂位慰蟽慰蠁喂魏苇蟼, 魏慰喂谓蠅谓喂魏苇蟼 魏伪喂 胃蟻畏蟽魏蔚蠀蟿喂魏苇蟼 蟺蟻慰蔚魏蟿维蟽蔚喂蟼, 蟺蟻慰蟽蠁苇蟻蔚蟿伪喂 纬喂伪 蟺蔚蟻喂蟽蟽蠈蟿蔚蟻蔚蟼 伪蟺蠈 渭委伪 伪谓伪纬谓蠋蟽蔚喂蟼 蟽蔚 未喂伪蠁慰蟻蔚蟿喂魏苇蟼 蠁维蟽蔚喂蟼 蟿畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼 渭伪蟼.
"螒蠀蟿蠈 蔚委谓伪喂 慰 蟺蟻慰伪喂蠋谓喂慰 蟺伪蟻伪位慰纬喂蟽渭蠈蟼 蟿畏蟼 伪谓胃蟻蠋蟺喂谓畏蟼 味蠅萎蟼, 谓伪 蔚委蟽伪喂 伪蟺蠈位蠀蟿伪 蔚位蔚蠉胃蔚蟻慰蟼 魏伪喂 蟿伪蠀蟿蠈蠂蟻慰谓伪 谓慰渭慰蟿蔚位蔚喂伪魏维 蠀蟺慰蟿伪纬渭苇谓慰蟼."
"螣 蟺蠈谓慰蟼 蔚委谓伪喂 渭喂伪 伪蟺苇蟻伪谓蟿畏 蟽蟿喂纬渭萎 魏伪喂 未蔚 渭蟺慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚 谓伪 蟿慰谓 蠂蠅蟻委蟽慰蠀渭蔚 蟽蔚 未喂伪蟽蟿萎渭伪蟿伪. 螠蟺慰蟻慰蠉渭蔚 渭慰谓维蠂伪 谓伪 蟽蠀位位维尾慰蠀渭蔚 蟿喂蟼 伪蟺慰蠂蟻蠋蟽蔚喂蟼 魏伪喂 蔚蟺伪谓伪位萎蠄蔚喂蟼 蟿慰蠀."
违螕: 螖蔚谓 苇渭蔚喂谓伪 魏伪胃蠈位慰蠀 喂魏伪谓慰蟺慰喂畏渭苇谓畏 伪蟺蠈 蟿畏 蟽蠀纬魏蔚魏蟻喂渭苇谓畏 苇魏未慰蟽畏 (螒蟻纬慰谓伪蠉蟿畏蟼). 螤慰位位维 蟽蠀谓蟿伪魏蟿喂魏维-慰蟻胃慰纬蟻伪蠁喂魏维 位维胃畏 魏伪喂 位维胃慰蟼 蟽畏渭蔚委伪 蟽蟿委尉畏蟼 未蠀蟽蠂蔚蟻伪委谓慰蠀谓 蟽蔚 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 蟽畏渭蔚委伪 蟿畏 蟻慰萎 蟿畏蟼 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏蟼. 螘位蟺委味蠅 蟺蠋蟼 畏 渭蔚蟿维蠁蟻伪蟽畏 萎蟿伪谓 伪蟻魏蔚蟿维 魏伪位萎 蠋蟽蟿蔚 谓伪 渭畏谓 伪位位慰喂蠅胃蔚委 蟿慰 蟺蔚蟻喂蔚蠂蠈渭蔚谓慰 魏伪喂 蟿慰 谓蠈畏渭伪 蟿慰蠀 魏蔚喂渭苇谓慰蠀. 危委纬慰蠀蟻伪 蠈蟿伪谓 蔚蟺喂蟽蟿蟻苇蠄蠅 纬喂伪 渭委伪 伪魏蠈渭畏 伪谓维纬谓蠅蟽畏 胃伪 蟺蟻慰蟿喂渭萎蟽蠅 维位位畏 苇魏未慰蟽畏.
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