The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
I am not an artist. My writing lacks the subtleness of true beauty. But I can at least try to be entertaining.
A note here: English is not my first language. But since most of my followers here are english-speaking and some have shown interest in reading what I might create, I decided to try something new out.
If you find any mistakes, please leave a note and I will correct them immediatly.
The same also goes for historical accuracy. I will try to make this story as accurate as possible, but I am no historian. If you find mistakes, please tell me.
The title is taken from a poem from Lord Alfred Douglas, better known as Bosie, better known as Oscar Wilde's most famous lover, better known as The Bitch Boy Bosie. If you are in for lgbt-poetry that will bring you to tears, go and read it. It is brilliant.
If this way too long introduction does not stop you from reading, fasten your seatbelts, prepare yourself for romance, drama, an unhealthy enormous amount of Oscar-Wilde-references and the use of the word 'charming' and try to enjoy the gayness of the ninetenth century.
But before you venture out in this jungle of sentences that I call 'writing', please note that this book comes with a warning:
Some of the contained aphorisms hold a dangerous amount of truth. It is therefore, as it always is in life, healthier to not believe a single thing written in this story and to regard the found truths as complete nonsense.
I try not to play a Henry Wotton on people. But I can't promise that I won't.
This book is, of course, dedicated to Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde. This one is for you, my boy.
With kind regards,
Annael.
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