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If ever anyone was a living contradiction in terms, it was Oscar Wilde. Born to a doctor who showed nothing but disinterest in his son’s career, but who was still willing to provide him with an excellent education nonetheless, even his beginnings were confusing. His works railed against the Victorian ethics in England, yet he stayed with convention and married for money. Yes, married, with two children, yet imprisoned for the practice of homosexuality. His imprisonment brought an instant end to his career, and he later died of meningitis in a seedy little hotel in Paris. Yet his works are known worldwide… his only novel. “The Picture of Dorian Grey”, has been made into plays and movies in many versions. Indeed, even now, on late night TV, while you are staring at that great plasma tv mount setup you’ve got, you will still occasionally run across it in one form or another.

Oscar Wilde is interred at the Cimetière du Père Lachaise in Paris, France.

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