From a cell in Reading prison, Wilde writes a free-ranging treatise on Pleasure and Humility, Art and Sorrow. “I wanted to eat of the fruit of all the trees in the garden of the world.”
Thank you, Damon. It was something of a wonder to see your byline this week. And to levitate the ghost of OW… well, miracles are still a happy surprise for me. Much to think about here. Much much much.
oh my! oh - my.
I will spend time with this. over -- and -- over.
so much to take in. thank you, Damon.