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Original paragraph in
The Leader - Saturday, May 25, 1895
The Leader - Saturday, May 25, 1895
Most similar paragraph from
The Yorkshire Evening Post - Wednesday, April 10, 1895
The Yorkshire Evening Post - Wednesday, April 10, 1895
Difference
In the early days of the cult of æstheticism, some one asked Oscar Wilde how a man of his undoubted capacity could make such a fool of
himself. He had written, he said, a book of poems, and he believed in their excellence. In vain he went from publisher to publisher asking them to bring
them them out; not one would even read them, for he was unknown. In order to find a publisher he felt that he must do something to become a personality.
So he hit upon æstheticism. It succeeded. People talked about him; they invited him to their houses as a sort of lion. He then took his poems to a
publisher, who — still without reading them — gladly accepted them.
In the early days of the cult of aestheticism some one asked Oscar Wilde how a man of his undoubted capacity could make such a fool of
himself. He gave this explanation. He had written, he said, a book of poems, and he believed in their excellence. In vain he went from publisher to
publisher asking them to bring them out; not one would even read them, for he was unknown. In order to find a publisher he felt that he must do something
to become a personality. So he hit upon aestheticism. It succeeded. People talked about him; they invited him to their houses as a sort of lion. He then
took his poems to a publisher, who—still without reading them—gladly accepted them.