on my side that if realize what I have suffered, society should realize what it has inflicted on me; and that there should be no bitterness or hate on either side.” I take it as his femininity when he said he had no hatred for society and really meant the reverse; and again as his hatred was not small, he wished to forget all about it. I read somewhere, although I forget just where, he said that the world will only remember you by what you did last; is there any greater sarcasm than that? It was his femininity that made him reveal his strength of suffering in his last days; again like a woman, he was born a spectator till suddenly he found himself to be an actor taking a shameful tragic role. In calling woman paradoxical I mean that Wilde was paradoxical. He who began his life with no real knowledge of the world and life, died as the master of it under the baptism of sorrow. Sorrow and humanity, both of them, are feminine; I think it is not necessary to prove with examples that “De Profundis” is a great feminine cry. I cannot be so heartless as to criticize it as mere literature.
