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Do you know how much it would thrill me if my school would have a selected author class on Oscar Wilde? I'm such a fool for him and his writing. He's probably my favorite when it comes to British literature. So, to celebrate Oscar's birthday, read this really lovely letter that he wrote to Lord Alfred Douglas -- his Bosie. Bosie and Oscar were really in love with each other for a long while, but you needn't know much else about them to enjoy the letter.

My own dear Boy,

I hope the cigarettes arrived all right. I lunched with Gladys de Grey, Reggie and Aleck York there. They want me to go to Paris with them on Thursday: they say one wears flannels and straw hats and dines in the Bois, but, of course, I have no money, as usual, and can’t go. Besides, I want to see you. It is really absurd. I can’t live without you. You are so dear, so wonderful. I think of you all day long, and miss your grace, your boyish beauty, the bright sword-play of your wit, the delicate fancy of your genius, so surprising always in its sudden swallow-flights towards north and south, towards sun and moon — and, above all, yourself. The only thing that consoles me is what Sybil of Mortimer Street (whom mortals call Mrs. Robinson) said to me*. If I could disbelieve her I would, but I can’t, and I know that early in January you and I will go away together for a long voyage, and that your lovely life goes always hand in hand with mine. My dear wonderful boy, I hope you are brilliant and happy.

I went to Bertie, today I wrote at home, then went and sat with my mother. Death and Love seem to walk on either hand as I go through life: they are the only things I think of, their wings shadow me.

London is a desert without your dainty feet… Write me a line and take all my love — now and for ever.

Always, and with devotion — but I have no words for how I love you.

Oscar

That line is so nice -- London is a desert without your dainty feet. I really love that.

catch you later,
Karleigh

"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying." // Oscar Wilde