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We have been able to have fine poetry in England because the public do not read it, and consequently do not influence it. The public like to insult poets because they are individual, but once they have insulted them, they leave them alone. In the case of the novel and the drama, arts in which the public do take an interest, the result of the exercise of popular authority has been absolutely ridiculous. No country produces such badly-written fiction, such tedious, common work in the novel form, such silly, vulgar plays as England
Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism


One Act and Four Scenes of Shakespeare. Not the real thing, of course

Dramatis Personæ

Scene 1

Scene 2

Scene 3

Scene 4



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