Desire at the end was a malady, a madness or both. I grew careless of the lives of others. I took pleasure where it pleased me and passed on. I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character...
I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art....I altered the minds of men and the colours of things....I treated art as the supreme reality, and life as a mere mode of fiction....I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me...I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease. I amused myself with being a flaneur, a dandy, a man of fashion. I surrounded myself with smaller natures and meaner minds. I became the spendthrift of my own genius, and to waste an eternal youth gave me a curious joy. Tired of being on the heights, I deliberately went to the depths in search of new sensations...
I ceased to be Lord over myself. I was no longer captain of my soul. I allowed you to dominate me, and your father to frighten me. I ended in horrible disgrace. There is only one thing for me now, absolute Humility.
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
- 2樓. 馬丁諾2007/04/20 17:54唉喲
妳喜歡的部分剛剛好是小弟僅有的創作, 至於內文的偷懶嘛, ㄟ ... ㄣ ... ㄡ ... 我沒有妳那麼會看圖說故事啦, 待我週末吃飽一點再想想看.
- 1樓. 李四2007/04/20 17:35我喜歡這張相片，與標題