The story of Oscar Wilde (On the delusions of love)
*All excerpts from Oscar Wilde 's letters are italicized in purple throughout this post.* The first night I fell down the Oscar Wilde rabbit hole, I couldn't sleep afterwards. His story didn't seem to make sense to me. Not because the story lacked clarity or was missing key elements for my comprehension. Quite the contrary. It didn't make sense because such an avoidable calamity should not have befallen a man so brilliant, a mind so phenomenal, a being so talented. Yet, here he is, an epitome of the fall from glory. I stayed up all night rummaging through documents that might provide me with other reasons how this could have happened. But I found nothing different. I'll provide the summary of his story for those who might not really know. In 1895, while at the height of his fame, Oscar Wilde, who was in an illicit but conspicuous relationship with Lord Alfred Douglas, had received a calling card from the latter's father, the Marquess of Queensbury, which read ...