This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...He was extremely unlike the Oscar Wilde of his subsequent masquerading period. He was dressed with punctilious care and neatness, and although his hair was longer than common, I had been used to mixing with a group of artists and literary men who did not object to long hair. " At once he laid himself ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...He was extremely unlike the Oscar Wilde of his subsequent masquerading period. He was dressed with punctilious care and neatness, and although his hair was longer than common, I had been used to mixing with a group of artists and literary men who did not object to long hair. " At once he laid himself out to make himself agreeable to every guest that came into the room, and in every case he succeeded a merveille. It was impossible not to feel interested in him, and, finding myself in a corner of the room with Whistler, I said, ' Who's the smock-faced Irishman, Iimmy P ' ' I don't know, ' said Whistler. ' What nonsense that is, ' I said. ' Of course you know all about him-at least you know where you found him very well! You have met him at some " outside" dinner where the "etchings " were being bought, and he jumped down your throat as he is jumping down all these throats; and you gave him a general invitation to come to your breakfasts, and he has at once taken you at your word.' " ' 'Mazing! ' said Whistler, suppressing his usual laugh. ' That's just how it was. I met him at dinner last night. I remember now.' " ' And I'm going to tell you something else, Iimmy, ' I said. ' This same smock-faced Irishman will appear at every one of the breakfasts until the season is over, and at the end of the season he will know every man and woman worth knowing that you know.' " ' 'Mazing! ' said Whistler. ' I think so too. Look how he is jumping down Lady--'s throat over there! Yes, you're quite right.' " ' And, ' said I, ...
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