I had caught a glimpse of the great English writer at the parties given by Stéphane Mallarmé which he never failed to attend each time he made a trip to Paris. The two poets sincerely admired one another and held each other in mutual esteem. At that time Oscar Wilde was at the height of his brilliant and yet disrespectful triumph. Hérodiade had just been put on and had been acclaimed by all the young writers. He was said to be a millionaire, and publishers snatched up his slightest literary efforts, their hands filled with banknotes. Lastly he was received with open arms and lionized by that very exclusive social sphere that is the English aristocracy. The greatest ladies of the land took pride in being singled out by Oscar Wilde. He could do anything he liked.
KeywordsSmoke Straw Marquis
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