I could take the boys to the dentist on Thursday
on their way back to school.
The whole point of dentistry now
is so they can stuff themselves with sweets
for a week before we lose them.
A-choo!
Are you quite sure?
Bosie'll look after me.
[Bosie] Oscar!
Get your coat on, quick!
I've got a present for you!
Oh, God. You're not still seedy, are you?
Bosie, where have you been?
I've had no-one to talk to.
No-one to look after me.
Don't be so pathetic.
I've found you the divinest boy.
Bosie, you promised Constance...
Bugger Constance! I'm not your nanny.
Come on, we're going out.
Bosie, please.
You look such an idiot lying there.
Revolting.
Have you forgotten how to wash?
As a matter of fact, I'm dying for a glass of water.
Well, help yourself.
You know where the jug is.
Bosie, darling...
It stinks in here.
You'll be wanting me to empty your chamber-pot next.
I emptied YOUR chamber-pot.
I looked after YOU.
Well, I'm not looking after YOU.
You don't interest me, not when you're ill.
You're just a boring, middle-aged man
with a blocked-up nose.
Bosie, dearest boy!
Shut up!
Dearest boy, darling Bosie.
It doesn't mean anything.
You don't love me.
The only person you've ever loved is yourself.
You like me, you lust after me,
you go about with me
because I've got a title, that's all.
You like to write about dukes and duchesses
but you know nothing about them.
You're the biggest snob I've ever met
and you think you're so daring
because you fuck the occasional boy.
Bosie, please, you're killing me.
You'll just about do when you're at your best.
You're amusing.
But when you're not at your best, you're no-one.
All I asked for was a glass of water.
For Christ's sake!
There you are, then!!
Now will you shut up
about the fucking water?
There are two boys waiting out there.
If you're not coming, I'll fuck them both myself.
I'll take them to the Grand
and fuck them in front of the whole fucking hotel.
And I'll send you the bill.
Drink this.
It will help your fever.
He's ashamed of loving men.
His father bullies him,
his mother spoils him
and then berates him for being spoiled.
Neither of them gives him any real love.
They're torturing him.
What's truly dreadful...
is that when it... When he can't bear it
and he has one of his...
he becomes exactly like his father.
He hates himself for that.
You're too kind about him, Oscar.
You can't be too kind
about someone who's been so hurt.
Yet if I go on
trying to come between Bosie and his father...
they'll destroy me.
Bosie's quite capable
of destroying you on his own.
Look how much you wrote while he was away.
Two wonderful plays which will run for years.
Back comes Bosie,
what have you written since?
Oscar...
You know how much I...
love and admire you.
But you're throwing your genius away.
For what?
It's highly ironic.
Queensberry thinks Bosie and I
are locked in nightly embrace. In reality,
we've been the purest model of Greek love since...
Bosie doesn't like doing it with me.
I've loved him.
- I've educated him. - But he's never grown up.
And he never will.
I'm not taking him back, Robbie.
Not again.
I can't.
I've been very foolish, very fond.
And, uh... now I must grow up myself.
Oh, please don't do that.
You're an artist.
Artists are always children at heart.
[Knock at door] Oh, Robbie.
I sometimes wonder if...
(Back page, sir.)
My God.
Francis Douglas.
- What? - Bosie's brother.
He's been found shot.
He's dead.
He's just got engaged.
Bosie.
Poor, poor Bosie.
He'll be utterly distraught.
[Bosie sobs] He killed himself.
It was my father.
He drove him to it.
I'm sure your father's just as upset as everyone else.
No, he's not.
He says it's a judgement on Rosebery and my mother.
And me and you.
We've got to stop him, Oscar.
Before he drives my whole family to suicide!
Bosie...
Bosie, I promise you,
I won't let him hurt you ever again.
I promise.
That's not enough. I want him stopped.
I want...
the whole world to know what he's done.
What an evil man he is.
Table, my lord?
Is Lord Alfred here?
And that shit and sod, Wilde?
No, my lord. Not tonight.
Bugger must be at Kettner's.
Is my son staying here?
Is Lord Alfred Douglas staying here?
Uh, no, sir. He's not.
What about Wilde?
No, sir.
If I find they have been staying here,
I'll give you the biggest whipping of your life.
Well, I expect you two would like a drink
after your exertions.
I must ask you to leave, Mr Wilde.
My dear man, what are you talking about?
[Manager] At once. Please.
What's the matter?
My father cracking the whip downstairs, is he?
- My lord... - Bosie.
You're not frightened of what this little man thinks?
I think the pleasures of the evening
should be resumed elsewhere.
You're such a coward.
You say you despise convention.
But you're the most conventional man I know!
Come on, then. If we're going, let's go.
[Oscar] Until tomorrow, Tommy.
Goodbye, sir.
[Murmured conversation]
Oscar!
Wait a minute, Oscar!
Alfred. How nice to see you.
And Charlie. Looking so well.
I'm busy this evening
but we must have dinner soon.
It's not a question of dinner.
I got a letter of yours. To Lord Alfred.
It's a nice letter, Oscar.
Beautiful.
"Lips like roses.
"The madness of kisses in Ancient Greece."
Then I expect it's one of my prose poems.
A gentleman's offered me £60 for it.
Then you must accept.
I've never received so large a sum
for a prose work of that length.
I'm delighted that someone values my work so highly.
- He's gone away. - To the country.
I'm sure he'll be back soon.
Oscar!
Oscar, look...
you couldn't let us have something, could you?
Bit short at the moment
and... you know.
Of course. Of course.
Here's half a sovereign.
Take good care of that letter.
Lord Alfred's going to publish it in sonnet form
in his new magazine.
For fuck's sake!
Oscar...
it's no good trying to rent you.
You just laugh at us.
Here.
Thank you.
He can be very careless, Lord Alfred.
What a wonderfully wicked life you lead.
You boys! You boys!
[Man] Where is he?
[Butler] Mr Wilde is not receiving guests.
Where is he?
[Heated exchange]
[Hurried knock]
Excuse me, sir, there's a gentleman...
You!
Listen to me.
You're a BUGGER!
I don't allow people to talk to me like that
in my own house, Lord Queensberry.
Or anywhere else.
I suppose you've come to apologise
for the lies you've been spreading about me.
I've come to tell you
to leave my son alone, you sodomite!
The Marquess appears obsessed
with other people's sexual activities.
It is anything to do with his new wife, I wonder,
seeking divorce for non-consummation?
Unless you swear to have nothing more to do with Bosie,
I shall go to Scotland Yard.
You can go to the devil!
You and your... Who is this gargoyle?
You're a queer!
And a sham! A poseur!
If I catch you and Bosie together again,
I'll give you such a thrashing!
I believe Lord Queensberry
once invented some rules for boxing.
I've no idea what they are.
But the Oscar Wilde rule is to shoot on sight.
Now kindly leave my house.
Shut up! I shall leave when I'm damned well ready!
It's a scandal, what you've been doing.
All the "scandal" is your own.
Your... your treatment of your wives,
your neglect of your children.
And above all, the...
the depraved insistence
that they be as tyrannical and unloving
as you are yourself!
Arthur, this is the Marquess of Queensberry,
the most infamous brute
and the least tender father in London.
Never let him into my house again.
Very well, then.
Let's get out of this... stew.
[Murmur of voices]
- Gangway, man! - Sorry, sir!
- Move back! - I'm very sorry,
but it's just not possible!
- What you doing? - Rotten vegetables?
I want you to give that to Oscar Wilde.
Thank you, sir.
We'll take care of it.
I wanted to give it to him personally,
as a bouquet.
I dare say you did, sir,
but you're not going to.
He's a cur!
A sod!
And a BUGGER!
You remember that!
[Laughter]
I always told you, Gwendolen,
my name was Ernest, didn't I?
Well, it is Ernest after all.
I mean, it naturally is Ernest!
[Laughter]
Yes, I remember now
that the General was called Ernest.
I knew I had some particular reason
for disliking the name.
[Laughter]
[Actress] Ernest. My own Ernest!
I knew from the first
you could've had no other name.
[Ernest] Gwendolen, it's a terrible thing
for a man to find out suddenly
that all his life,
he has been speaking nothing but the truth.
Can you forgive me?
[Gwendolen] I can, for I see
you are sure to change.
[Ernest] My own one!
[Actor] Laetitia!
[Actress] Frederick! At last!
[Actor] Cecily! At last!
[Ernest] Gwendolen! At last!
My nephew, you seem to be displaying
signs of triviality.
On the contrary, Aunt Augusta.
I've now realised for the first time in my life,
the vital Importance of Being Ernest.
Bravo!
Author!
Alan, you were wonderful!
Thank you all so much!
They're calling for you. You must come on.
- No, please. - Come on!
[Cheering]
Er, Mr Wilde, sir...
Yes?
For you.
Thank you.
[Robbie] "For Oscar Wilde.
"Ponce..." Is it?
"Ponce and somdomite."
"Posing as a sodomite."
He's illiterate.
Illiterate, ignorant...
[Oscar] It's hideous.
We've got him now, Robbie.
He wrote it down, the porter read it -
that makes it a public libel.
- Now we can take him to court. - For God's sake!
Oscar!
Oscar, you mustn't do that.
That would be... I mean...
We've been waiting to get him in the dock
and show the world what a swine and shit he's been.
To me, my mother, my brothers...
But he'll plead justification.
He'll call the renters as witnesses for the defence.
He doesn't know what a renter is.
No? I hear he's had detectives following you
ever since you came back from Egypt.
He can't prove anything. But we can.
We can prove he's the vilest man
that ever walked the earth.
Tear the card up.
- Pretend you never got it. - Are you mad?
That's our main piece of evidence.
If Oscar went abroad for a few months
while your father calms down...
Whose side are you on?
If this goes to court,
Oscar will have to tell lies!
Perjure himself!
Everything will come out.
Whatever the result, it'll be utter disaster.
You're an enemy, then.
No, no. Bosie, please.
Robbie, you're a dear boy,
but I can't even think of leaving the country.
As a matter of fact,
I can't even leave this hotel.
I can't pay the bill.
We can raise you money, for heaven's sake!
Anyway, what about your royalties?
We shall need all the money for the libel case.
My father can't go on
making all our lives a torment like this.
Oscar, I beg you...
I'm not going to run away, Robbie.
I'm not going to hide.
That would be the English thing to do.
If you take Queensberry to court,
all hell will break loose.
All my life, I've fought against the English vice -
hypocrisy. Not that that's the point.
Queensberry's already caused the death
of one of his sons.
If I don't try and stop him now,
who will he harm next?
[Constance] He's avoiding me, Robbie.
I know what everyone's saying.
But it's not true.
It's NOT true.
Is it?
Of course not.
Oh, it's so shaming.
I... I find it easier to stand.
I'm going to Torquay for a month,
to try to get my back right.
Oscar's been so busy...
I'm sure he'll be terribly upset
when he knows you've been in so much pain.
The truth is, I need some money.
I'm not even sure where he is to ask for it.
It does seem rather hard
when he's having extraordinary success...
I think I can find him.
I keep hearing these stories
about Bosie and his father.
- I'm sure you don't want to. - Oh, yes!
I do.
Men think women should be protected
by not knowing.
Not knowing only makes it worse.
Is there... going to be trouble?
I hope not.
I believe a prosecution
would certainly succeed
provided, and I stress this,
provided there is no truth whatever
in the accusation made by Lord Queensberry.
Of course there's no truth in it.
Then so long as I have Mr Wilde's assurance
that that is indeed the case...
There is no truth in the accusation whatever.
[Solicitor] Good.
Excellent.
The defence, I understand,
will be led by Mr Edward Carson.
Old Ned?
I was at college with him in Dublin.
No doubt he'll perform his task
with all the added bitterness of an old friend.
[Laughter]
In writing a book or a play,
I'm concerned entirely with literature -
with art.
I do not aim at doing good or evil,
but at making a thing
that will have some quality of beauty.
[Irish accent] Here is one of your...
pieces of literature.
"Wickedness is a myth invented by good people
"to account for the curious attractiveness of others."
[Bang of gavel]
D'you think that true?
I rarely think anything I write is true.
"If one tells the truth,
"one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out."
[Laughter]
That is a pleasing paradox
but I don't set very high store by it as an axiom.
Is it good for the young?
Anything's good that stimulates thought,
at whatever age.
Whether moral or immoral?
There is no such thing
as morality or immorality in thought.
What about this, then?
"Pleasure is the only thing one should live for."
[Laughter]
I think that the realisation of oneself
is the prime aim of life,
and that to realise through pleasure
is finer than to realise through pain.
I am, on this point,
entirely on the side of the Ancients. The Greeks.
[Laughter]
[Carson] How long have you known Alfred Taylor?
[Oscar] About two years.
Two and a half years.
Is he an intimate friend of yours?
I wouldn't call him that, no.
But you went often to his rooms.
About seven or eight times, perhaps.
Did you know Mr Taylor
kept ladies' dresses in his rooms?
[Murmurs]
No.
Did you know he was notorious
for introducing young men to older men?
I never heard it in my life.
Has he introduced young men to you?
Yes.
How many young men?
About five.
What were their occupations?
I really don't know.
Oh, well, let me tell you, Mr Wilde.
You met a man called Charles Parker there,
I believe.
Yes.
Charles Parker is...
a gentleman's valet.
[Crowd murmurs]
You met his brother there too, I believe.
- Yes. - He is a groom.
I didn't care tuppence what they were.
I liked them.
I have a passion to civilise the community.
I recognise no social distinctions at all,
of any kind.
To me youth, the mere fact of youth
is so wonderful,
that I would sooner talk to a young man for half an hour
than... well, than be cross-examined in court.
Do I understand that...
even a young boy you might pick up on the street
would be a pleasing companion?
I would talk to a street Arab with pleasure.
If he would talk to me.
- And take him to your rooms? - Yes.
And then commit improprieties with him!
Certainly not.
You withdraw your libel action
against Lord Queensberry.
Well and good.
But there remains a question of the evidence...
Lord Queensberry's evidence against you.
My information is
that the Crown wishes to pursue the matter.
In which case,
an arrest and a charge of gross indecency
are certain to follow.
The maximum sentence
is two years' hard labour.
Nine months' hard labour
is reckoned to be more than a man of our... background
can survive.
Um...
The children... The boys...?
I must go and see them.
You have no time for that.
But my wife...
I have to say goodbye to my wife.
Unless you wish to subject her
to the further humiliation of seeing you arrested
and taken away in front of the gutter press,
Mr Wilde, you must go.
Oscar, you must take that train.
Practically everyone you know
will be on it.
At least 600 single gentlemen
all in abject terror of arrest!
No.
Where your life leads you,
you must go.
I defy society.
[Constance] Tell him to go.
He must save himself.
Tell him to go abroad.
I've been telling him all day.
He won't budge.
People have never understood
the courage he needed to be himself.
You must go abroad too.
We must all go abroad.
At once.
Oscar says will you tell the boys goodbye?
I need to go through his papers.
I was always too silent.
If I'd known...
Bosie.
If I'd only spoken up.
It wouldn't have made any difference.
Perhaps not.
But at least I wouldn't blame myself now.
[Speranza Wilde] You're an Irish gentleman.
Of course you must stay.
Your father fought when he was libelled.
I was in the courts myself.
- I fought... - I know, Madre.
You'll fight these English Philistines.
And you will win.
[Speranza] And even if you lose,
if you go to prison,
you'll always be my son.
[Oscar] Of course, it's too late to change that now.
If you go, Oscar,
I'll never speak to you again.
No-one will ever speak to me again
whatever I do.
Of course I'm your son, Madre.
Which is why,
even if I lose,
the English will never forget me.
[Press] Is his mother with him?
Is Lady Wilde there?
Lady Wilde!
Get out of my way!
Get out! Get out!
Take me away, as fast as you can.
Lady Wilde!
Have you anything to say
about your son's disgrace, Lady Wilde?
Have you anything to say?
[Knock at door]
Come in.
Mr Wilde, I believe.
Yes, yes.
We have a warrant here for your arrest
on a charge of committing indecent acts.
[Lady Mount-Temple] I recommend Switzerland as soon as possible.
You will have to change your name, of course.
I-I can't.
My dear Constance,
the name of Wilde will be a word of execration
for the next thousand years.
You can't let your boys grow up
with people knowing who they are.
Think of their lives at school.
Thank you for your advice.
I'm sorry our friendship has to end like this.
You will always be my friend.
I am still Oscar's wife.
That must cease forthwith.
Forthwith, do you understand?
Anybody who has anything to do with Oscar from now on
will never be received in society again. Ever.
Oh, God, Ada.
What is going to happen to him?
That's Oscar Wilde's boy.
[Bosie] You must let me in the witness box.
If the jury could hear what I have to say...
But Bosie, darling boy,
as soon as they see you in all your golden youth
and me in all my corruption...
You didn't corrupt me.
I corrupted you if anything.
That's not how it will seem.
But I must have my say!
It's outrageous!
Everyone else has said anything
that came into his head.
But I'm the person all this is about.
It's ME my father wants to get at, not YOU!
It's outrageous that I can't have my say!
It won't help, Bosie.
It may actually make things worse.
But my father will win!
I can't endure my father winning.
You must go away, dear boy.
I couldn't bear for them to arrest you.
I can't bear what they're saying about you in court.
[Bell rings]
Jesus Christ!
- Goodbye, love. - Goodbye, dear.
[Guard] Time's over.
Goodbye, Bosie. Dear boy.
Don't let anyone, anything,
ever change your feeling for me.
Change your love.
[Bell rings]
Time's up, my lord.
Oscar, never!
They never will. I won't let them.
I won't let them!
You've been a great deal
in the company of Lord Alfred Douglas?
Oh, yes.
Did he... read his poems to you?
Yes.
So you can perhaps understand
that some of his verses
um... would not be acceptable
to a reader with an ordinary, balanced mind?
I'm not prepared to say.
It's a question of taste...
temperament...
and individuality.
I should say that one man's poetry
is another man's poison.
Yes, I daresay.
But in this poem by Lord Alfred Douglas,
"Two Loves"...
there is one love - true love -
which, and I quote,
"Fills the hearts of boy and girl
"with mutual flame."
And...
there is another.
"I am the love...
"that dare not speak its name."
Was that poem explained to you?
I think it's clear.
There's no question as to what it means?
Most certainly not.
Is it not clear that the love described
relates to natural and unnatural love?
No.
Oh.
Then what is "the love that dare not speak its name"?
"The love that dare not speak its name"
in this century...
is such a great affection
of an elder... for a younger man
as there was between David and Jonathan.
Such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy
and such as you may find
in the sonnets of Michelangelo... and Shakespeare.
It is in this century misunderstood.
So much misunderstood
that it may be described as,
"the love that dare not speak its name".
And on account of it, I am placed where I am now.
It is beautiful.
It is fine.
It is the noblest form of affection.
There is nothing unnatural about it.
It is intellectual
and it repeatedly exists
between an elder and a younger man,
when the elder has intellect
and the younger man...
has all the joy, hope,
and glamour of life before him.
That it should be so,
the world does not understand.
The world mocks at it
and sometimes...
puts one in the pillory for it.
[Mingled cheering and booing]
Hear, hear!
[Judge] Oscar Wilde,
the crime of which you have been convicted
is so bad...
that I shall pass the severest sentence
that the law will allow.
In my judgement,
it is totally inadequate
for such a case as this.
It is the worst case
I have ever tried.
The sentence of the court
is that you be imprisoned
and held to hard labour...
for two years.
Shame.
Pervert!
Rotter!
[Shouts of abuse]
Shame on you!
[Man] Disgusting!
[Oscar] A slim thing,
gold-haired like an angel,
stands always at my side.
He moves in the gloom
like a white flower.
I thought but to defend him from his father.
I thought of nothing else.
Now my life seems to have gone from me.
I am caught in a terrible net.
But so long as I think he is thinking of me -
my sweet rose,
my delicate flower,
my lily of lilies -
it is in prison
that I shall test the power of love.
I shall see if I can't make the bitter waters sweet
by the intensity of the love I bear you.
[Bosie] He asked me not to change.
Those were his last words to me.
"Don't change,"
Well, things are going to have to change
when he comes out.
He'll have no money at all.
You're blaming me too, are you?
I'm not blaming anyone.
You're not the only person on this earth
Oscar cares about!
You've always hated me, Robbie.
Because Oscar loved and still loves me
when you were never more than one of his boys.
I'm suffering just as much as he is, you know.
My life's ruined too.
I'm much younger than he is -
I've hardly had any life
and it's ruined already.
When Oscar gets out,
we'll live together properly.
We'll take a villa somewhere near here.
Prosilipo or... Ischia.
Or Capri.
I'll take care of him.
I'll give him everything he wants.
I love him, Robbie.
Oscar's mine and I'm going to have him.
[Oscar] Years went over,
and the giant grew very old and very feeble.
He couldn't play about any more
so he sat in a huge armchair
and watched the children at their games
and admired his garden.
"I have many beautiful flowers," he said,
"but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all."
I'm afraid Cyril has got some idea
of why you're here.
I'm sending them to school in Germany.
I can't manage them on my own.
Your back isn't better, then?
No. Not really.
I may have to have an operation.
What I've done...
to you and the boys...
I can't...
I shall never forgive myself.
If we could choose... our natures...
If we could only choose.
But it's no use.
Whatever our natures are,
we must fulfil them.
Or our lives, my life,
would've been filled with...
dishonesty.
Even more dishonesty than there actually was.
I've always loved you, Constance.
You must believe me.
I don't see how you can have done.
Not truly.
Not if all the time...
I didn't know.
"Know thyself", I used to say.
I didn't know myself.
I-I didn't know.
I suppose you want a divorce.
You have every reason.
I've been thinking, when you do come out...
When they let you out,
you can go to Switzerland or Italy
write another play, get yourself back.
You CAN.
You're so clever, you CAN.
Oscar...
I don't want a divorce.
Will you ever let me see the children again?
Of course.
[Stifled sob]
But there must be one condition.
Oscar, you must never see Bosie again.
If I saw Bosie now...
I'd kill him.
The children love you, Oscar.
They'll always love you.
Did... did anyone tell you?
They've been performing Salome in Paris.
[Oscar] The giant hastened across the grass
and came near to the child.
When he came quite close,
his face grew red with anger.
And he said, "Who hath dared to wound thee?"
For on the palms of the child's hands
were the prints of two nails.
And the prints of two nails
were on his little feet.
"Who hath dared to wound thee?"
cried the giant.
"Tell me, that I may take my big sword
"and slay him."
"Nay," answered the child.
"But these are the wounds of love."
[Robbie] Bosie thinks I'm jealous.
[Ada] It will come as a shock to Bosie
to realise that he is relatively unimportant
in the scheme of things.
But no doubt,
Bosie will be remembered as long as Oscar.
Unfortunately.
I sometimes wonder...
If I hadn't, um...
pushed him into...
Don't.
Oscar was very lucky to meet you, Robbie.
Think who else it might have been.
I'll have that one, thank you.
Must you go abroad again at once?
I shouldn't be here now.
But has he got anywhere to go when he's released?
It'll have to be in France.
I'm going to see what I can arrange.
But here?
When he leaves prison?
Goodbye, Mr Harris.
Goodbye, sir.
Goodbye, Mr Snow. Thank you.
Oscar.
My dear Sphinx!
How marvellous of you to know what hat to wear
at seven in the morning
to meet a friend who's been away.
No, I'll keep this.
What is it?
It's a letter to Bosie,
telling him how I love him
but can never see him again.
I'm going to ask Robbie to have it copied out
before I send it.
I rather fear Bosie might throw it on the fire.
I call it De Profundis.
It comes from the very depths.
[Oscar] I know not whether laws be right
Or whether laws be wrong
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong
And that each day is like a year
A year whose days are long
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each, let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look
Some with a flattering word
The coward does it with a kiss
The brave man with a sword
Some kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old
Some strangle with the hands of lust
Some with the hands of gold
The kindest use a knife
Because the dead so soon grow cold.
[Robbie] I'm sure we can find
an hotel near here.
Somewhere where you can work.
I've decided to see him again, Robbie.
Yes.
I thought you might.
I've nothing left.
I've lost my wife.
I've lost my children.
They won't allow me to see them now.
No-one will ever read my plays or books again.
Yes, they will.
Bosie loves me more than he loves anyone else.
As much as he can love.
And allow himself to be loved.
I think we need some more wine.
I find that alcohol...
taken in sufficient quantities...
...Can bring about all the effects of drunkenness.
[Peal of church bells]
Suvito!
[Instructions in Italian]
[Oscar] Life cheats us with shadows.
We ask it for pleasure,
it gives it to us,
with bitterness and disappointment in its train.
And we find ourselves looking
with dull heart of stone
at the tress of gold-flecked hair
that we had once so wildly worshipped
and so madly kissed.
Oscar!
[Oscar] In this world,
there are only two tragedies.
One is not getting what one wants.
The other... is getting it.