Compare Paragraphs
This page compares two reports at the paragraph level. The column on the left shows the first report in its entirety, and the column in the middle identifies paragraphs from the second report with significant matching content. The column on the right highlights any differences between the two matching paragraphs: pink shows differences in the first report and purple in the second report. The Match percentage underneath each comparison row in this column shows the percentage of similarity between the two paragraphs.
Original paragraph in
The Poverty Bay Herald - Wednesday, May 29, 1895
The Poverty Bay Herald - Wednesday, May 29, 1895
Most similar paragraph from
Sydney Evening News - Thursday, June 13, 1895
Sydney Evening News - Thursday, June 13, 1895
Difference
Mr Labouchere, editor of London Truth, who has known Oscar Wilde for some years, says he has always regarded him as somewhat wrong in
his head (writes a London correspondent). "So strange and wondrous is his mind," remarks that observant editor, "when in an abnormal condition that it
would not surprise me if he were deriving keen enjoyment from a position which most people, innocent or guilty, would prefer to die rather than occupy. He
must have known in what a glass home he lived when he challenged investigation in a court of justice. After he had done this, he went abroad. Why did he
not stay abroad? The possibilities of prison may not be pleasing to him, but I believe the notoriety that has overtaken him has such a charm for him that
it outweighs everything else. . . I remember in the early days of the cult of æstheticism hearing some one ask him how a man of his undoubted character
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 that 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 the M.S."
Mr. Labouchere in "Truth" says that he has always regarded Oscar Wilde as somewhat "wrong in the head." "So strange and wondrous is his
mind," remarks the observant editor of "Truth," "when in an abnormal condition, that it would not surprise me if he were deriving keen enjoyment from a
position which most people, whether innocent or guilty, would prefer to die rather than occupy. He must have known in what a glass house he lived when he
challenged investigation in a court of justice. After he had done this he went abroad. Why did he not stay abroad? The possibilities of a prison may not
be pleasant to him, but I believe the notoriety that has overtaken him has such a charm for him that it outweighs everything else. I remember in the early
days of the cult of asceticism hearing Mr. St. George ask him how a man of his undoubted capability 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, for 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 asceticism, which
caused people to talk about him and to invite him to their houses as a sort of lion. He then took his poems to a publisher, who, still without reading
them, gladly accepted the M.S."
Mrs Oscar Wilde is of Irish extraction. Her maiden name was Constance Lloyd. Her father had a lucrative practice as a barrister, and
at his death she inherited a large sum of money. She has been described as exceedingly pretty, of dainty features and graceful figure. They were married
some fifteen years ago, and until the present storm burst upon her husband's head, she appeared to believe in him implicitly, and to be deeply devoted to
him. Their union, in fact, was regarded by many as an unusually fortunate and happy one. She continually looked up to the self-constituted autocrat of
æstheticism, and scrupulously adopted his ideas of dress. Even after he had returned to the conventional styles of men's attire, she persisted in wearing
the so-called æsthetic costumes, and these were frequently described with enthusiasm in ladies fashion journals.
The manners of Mrs Wilde are simplicity itself. It is related of her that she even shrinks from the telling of a "society fib." In
Tite-street, Chelsea, her home was fitted up in admirable taste, and adorned with desirable pictures and statuary. Her receptions were at one time
frequented by some of the noted men in literature, journalism, and art. Mrs Wilde has two children, boys, Cyril, born in 1885, and Vivian, born in 1886.