San Francisco Chronicle - Wednesday, June 5, 1895
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WILDE IS INSANE.
HE IS CONFINED IN A PADDED
CELL.
The Disgraced Author Said to
Have Entirely
Lost His
Reason.
Special Dispatch to the CHRONICLE.
LONDON, June 4. - The Pall Mall Gazette says that it has been found necessary to confine Oscar Wilde in a padded room to prevent him from doing violence to himself.
LONDON, June 4. - The Pall Mall Gazette says that it has been found necessary to confine Oscar Wilde in a padded room to prevent him from doing violence to himself. It is said that he has become hopelessly insane.
London, June 4.- The Pall Mall Gazette says he has been necessary to confine Wilde in a padded room in prison.
London, June 4. - The Pall Mall Gazette says that it has been necessary to confine Wilde in a padded room.
LONDON, June 4. - The Pall Mall Gazette says that it has been necessary to confine Wilde in a padded room.
LONDON, June 4 - The Pall Mall Gazette says that it has been necessary to confine Wilde in a padded room.
LONDON, June 4 - The Pall Mall Gazette says that it has been necessary to confine Wilde in a padded room.
That he should have become insane is no surprise to those who saw him the last day of his trial. A more abject, pitiable spectacle could not be imagined. His face was haggard, his eyes sunken and bloodshot his hair unkempt and tossed. He appeared to be in an absolutely dazed condition, and occasionally his body swayed to and fro as if he were suffering intense mental agony. He sat in a corner of the dock, his face turned toward the witness stand and the jury, avoiding with nervous terror looking in the direction of the public galleries, where many men who had known him were sitting. He had a bottle of smelling salts, with which he occasionally refreshed himself, and he sometimes sought relief in absently drawing lines on a sheet of foolscap with a quill pen. His trembling hand got blotched all over with ink and great blots got on his cuff, but he looked like one in a dream, unconscious of what he was doing.