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Original paragraph in
Auckland Star - Saturday, August 3, 1895
Auckland Star - Saturday, August 3, 1895
Most similar paragraph from
The Evening Star - Monday, July 29, 1895
The Evening Star - Monday, July 29, 1895
Difference
A very pretty story, to the effect that when Oscar Wilde was transferred to the penal prison at Pentonville, and his hyacinthine locks
were shorn, he went mad, and had become practically imbecile, is authoritatively denied. Those who know the man best are, however, afraid of something of
this sort happening. On the other hand, it is just possible he may courageously 'buck-up,' and resolve to recover a position and a good name, as Valentine
Baker did. The man has such unique talents—almost genius—that an attempt of the kind would be far from hopeless. Besides, it should appeal to his poetic
side. 'The Atonement of Oscar Wilde' has already quite a familiar sound.
A very pretty story to the effect that when Oscar Wilde was transferred to the penal prison at Pentonville and his hyacinthine locks
were shorn he went mad and had become practically imbecile is authoritatively denied. Those who know the man best are, however, afraid of something of
this sort happening. On the other hand, it is just possible he may courageously "buck-up," and resolve to recover a position and a good name, as Valentine
Baker did. The man has such unique talents—almost genius—that an attempt to the kind would be far from hopeless. Besides, it should appeal to his poetic
side. 'The Atonement of Oscar Wilde' has already quite a familiar sound.