My first meeting with Oscar Wilde was an astonishment. I never before heard a man talking with perfect sentences, as if he had written them all ht with labour a all spontaneous. There resent that night at Henleys, by right of propinquity or of act, a man full of the secret spite of dullness, who interrupted from time to time and always to check or disorder thought; and I noticed with what mastery he was foiled and thrown. I noticed, too, that the impression of artificiality that I think all Wildes listeners have recorded, came from the perfect rounding of the sentences and from the deliberation that made it possible.
That very impression helped him as the effeetre, or of the antithetical prose of the seveh tury, which is itself a true metre, helps a writer, for he could pass without ingruity from some unforeseen swift stroke of wit to elaborate reverie. I heard him say a few nights later: Give me "The Wiale," "Daffodils that e before the swallow dare" b……（内容加载失败！）
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