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Original paragraph in
The Leader - Saturday, May 25, 1895
The Leader - Saturday, May 25, 1895
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The San Francisco Examiner - Sunday, April 14, 1895
The San Francisco Examiner - Sunday, April 14, 1895
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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.
An incident which Mr. Labouchere quotes, however, tends to show much method in Wilde's madness for notoriety. "I remember in the early
days of the cult of æstheticism hearing some one ask him 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. 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 he must do something to become a personality. So he hit upon æstheticism. It succeeded. People talked
about him and 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."