Oscar Wilde's plays, it is reported, are about to make their reappearance in the London theatres, and the author's name is not to be omitted from the programmes or announcements. This is one of the most cheering and significant symptoms of progress that we "degenerates" have welcomed in recent years. To poor Nordau and his American editorial chorus it must appear that the whole world is going to the devil. What! Wilde’s plays and Wilde's name paraded before the good and virtuous middle classes of England, in spite of jury, verdict, prison, and editorial curses, and in utter disregard of the feelings of the British matron, the young person, the innocent boy and girl, and the respectable shopkeeper. The audacity of the thing takes one's breath away...

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