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It was a strong argument for the theory of decadence that presented itself at the Los Angeles theatre Wednesday night, when Oscar Wilde's drama of An Ideal Husband was played. While the audience was bewildered by the pyrotechnical sparkle of wit, philosophy and talent, the miserable author, clad in his arrow-marked prison clothes, was toiling up the never stopping treadmill in Pentonville jail, execrated by the vile companions of his servitude, and with no prospect when he regains his liberty but that of being an isolated moral leper for the rest of his days.

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