Belfast News-Letter - Thursday, April 11, 1895
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OUR LONDON LETTER.
BY OUR PRIVATE WIRE.
BELFAST NEWS-LETTER OFFICE, 169 FLEET STREET, E.C., WEDNESDAY
NIGHT.
Mr. Oscar Wilde in prison seems to be more thought of than before he got there. The sensational papers have managed to obtain his official number—"B 24"—and they manage to give daily descriptions of his movements at Holloway as if he were a regal personage. Yesterday he complained of being starved after disposing of a chicken. "Tell them," said he to his warder, "to send larger quantities." Even his menu is known. Today he ordered from his special caterer over the way—mine host of the Holloway Castle Hotel—four boiled eggs, toast bread, and butter, with coffee, for breakfast ; rump steak, potatoes, tomatoes, bread, cheese, and half a pint of claret for luncheon ; and dinner—grilled sole, potatoes, roast fowl, rice pudding, and claret. As local option is in force in Holloway, tea was substituted for claret. Cigarettes are also denied him, but he sees his solicitor and Lord Alfred Douglas daily. In the British Museum his novels have been proscribed, and in some of the London libraries they have been struck out of the list of works in circulation.