recently I just finished a short anthology of oscar wilde's works (dull people are brilliant at breakfast if you're interested!) and I found it HILARIOUS.
i swear to god he woke up and choose violence. throughout the first 10 pages of the book, he doesn't hesitate to this is for rachel the british people. for example page 2: "... the British cook is a foolish woman, who should be turned, for her inquities , into a pillar of that salt which she never knows how to use". arguably, he targeted the one group that wouldn't hesitate to ladle him into a soup, so its pretty evident
he brims with self confidence, and honestly I feel like wilde would not hesitate to get into a fistfight with a disagreeable man on a grubby london street. how can someone be so angry?
i generally hate transcendentalism with a burning passion, but I feel that it is important to read from authors that you vehemently hate.
signing off for now.