"I left her in the forest of Arden, I shall find her in an orchard in Verona."

Thank you to Oscar Wilde for reigniting my affair with classics. It's ironic that a man should be the one who rekindled my passion while Woolf had failed. But maybe I am not being truly fair, because Dante bored me to death and the same goes to Dickens. Perhaps it was merely because of my poor understanding of literature that prevented me from being able to enjoy a trip to hell or the start of the French revolution. However, if a literature illiterate such as me is able to be enthralled by Wilde's work in such a way, that certainly proves something, isn't it.
Quite funny that such a work came from a man who wrote, "All art is quite useless."

quietly enticed by "The Picture of Dorian Gray"...