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- Autorius: Frank Harris, Harris Frank Harris
- Leidėjas: 1st World Library - Literary Society
- Metai: 2007
- Puslapiai: 284
- ISBN-10: 1421896419
- ISBN-13: 9781421896410
- Formatas: 14 x 21.6 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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Frank Harris, H: Oscar Wilde, His Life and Confessions, Volu + nemokamas atvežimas! | knygos.lt
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Prison for Oscar Wilde, an English prison with its insufficient bad food[1] and soul-degrading routine for that amiable, joyous, eloquent, pampered Sybarite. Here was a test indeed; an ordeal as by fire. What would he make of two years' hard labour in a lonely cell? There are two ways of taking prison, as of taking most things, and all the myriad ways between these two extremes; would Oscar be conquered by it and allow remorse and hatred to corrupt his very heart, or would he conquer the prison and possess and use it? Hammer or anvil-which? Victory has its virtue and is justified of itself like sunshine; defeat carries its own condemnation. Yet we have all tasted its bitter waters: only "infinite virtue" can pass through life victorious, Shakespeare tells us, and we mortals are not of infinite virtue. The myriad vicissitudes of the struggle search out all our weaknesses; test all our powers. Every victory shows a more difficult height to scale, a steeper pinnacle of god-like hardship-that's the reward of victory: it provides the hero with ever-new battle-fields: no rest for him this side the grave.
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- Autorius: Frank Harris, Harris Frank Harris
- Leidėjas: 1st World Library - Literary Society
- Metai: 2007
- Puslapiai: 284
- ISBN-10: 1421896419
- ISBN-13: 9781421896410
- Formatas: 14 x 21.6 x 1.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
Prison for Oscar Wilde, an English prison with its insufficient bad food[1] and soul-degrading routine for that amiable, joyous, eloquent, pampered Sybarite. Here was a test indeed; an ordeal as by fire. What would he make of two years' hard labour in a lonely cell? There are two ways of taking prison, as of taking most things, and all the myriad ways between these two extremes; would Oscar be conquered by it and allow remorse and hatred to corrupt his very heart, or would he conquer the prison and possess and use it? Hammer or anvil-which? Victory has its virtue and is justified of itself like sunshine; defeat carries its own condemnation. Yet we have all tasted its bitter waters: only "infinite virtue" can pass through life victorious, Shakespeare tells us, and we mortals are not of infinite virtue. The myriad vicissitudes of the struggle search out all our weaknesses; test all our powers. Every victory shows a more difficult height to scale, a steeper pinnacle of god-like hardship-that's the reward of victory: it provides the hero with ever-new battle-fields: no rest for him this side the grave.
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