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64 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1887
I will take the furniture and the ghost at a valuation. I have come from a modern country, where we have everything that money can buy; and with all our spry young fellows painting the Old World red, and carrying off your best actors and prima-donnas, I reckon that if there were such a thing as a ghost in Europe, we'd have it at home in a very short time in one of our public museums, or on the road as a show.Wilde’s humor is like a hammer wrapped in silk-covered down. It floats gracefully into your ear and then sucker punches you with its meaning.
‘What a monstrous climate!’ said the American Minister, calmly, as he lit a long cheroot. ‘I guess the old country is so overpopulated that they have not enough decent weather for everybody.’It’s just that Wilde adds enough little splashes of depth, of emotion, to make the entire story more resonant and, ultimately, more enjoyable.
‘Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.’You can't ask for better than that.





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“𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞.”
