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y were famous people and there are many like stories； and even a horrible folk story； the invention of some connaught peasant； that tells how sir william wilde took out the eyes of some men； who had e to consult him as an oculist； and laid them upon a plate； intending to replace them in a moment； and how the eyes were eaten by a cat。 as a certain friend of mine； who has made a prolonged study of the nature of cats； said when he first heard the tale； catslove eyes。 the wilde family was clearly of the sort that fed the imagination of charles lever； dirty； untidy； daring； and what charles lever； who loved more normal activities； might not have valued so highly； very imaginative and learned。 lady wilde； who when i knew her received her friends with blinds drawn and shutters closed that none might see her withered face； longed always perhaps； though certainly amid much self mockery； for some impossible splendour of character and circumstance。 she lived near her son in level chelsea； but i have heard her say； i want to live on somehigh place； primrose hill or highgate； because i was an eagle in my youth。 i think her son lived with no self mockery at all an imaginary life； perpetually performed a play which was in all things the opposite of all that he had known in childhood and early youth； never put off pletely his wonder at opening his eyes every morning on his own beautiful house； and in remembering that he had dined yesterday with a duchess and that he delighted in flaubert and pater； read homer in the original and not as a school？master reads him for the grammar。 i think； too； that because of all that half？civilized blood in his veins； he could not endure the sedentary toil of creative art and so remained a man of action； exaggerating； for the sake of immediate effect； every trick learned from his masters； turning their easel painting into painted scenes。 he was a parvenu； but a parvenu whose whole bearing proved that if he did dedicate every story in the house of pomegranates to a lady of title； it was but to show that he was jack and the social ladder his pantomime beanstalk。 〃did you ever hear him say marquess of dimmesdale？〃 a friend of his once asked me。 〃he does not say the duke of york
with any pleasure。〃
he told me once that he had been offered a safe seat in parliament and； had he accepted； he might have had a career like that of beaconsfield； whose early style resembles his； being meant for crowds； for excitement； for hurried decisions； for immediate triumphs。 such men get their sincerity； if at all； from the contact of events； the dinner table was wildes event and made him the greatest talker of his time； and his plays and dialogues have what merit they possess from being now an imitation； now a record； of his talk。 even in those days i would often defend him by saying that his very admiration for his predecessors in poetry； for browning； for swinburne and rossetti； in their first vogue while he was a very young man； made any success seem impossible that could satisfy his immense ambition： never but once before had the artist seemed so great； never had the work of art seemed so difficult。 i would then pare him with benvenuto cellini who； ing after michael angelo； found nothing left to do so satisfactory as to turn bravo and assassinate the man who broke michael angelos nose。
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Four YearsIX
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i cannot remember who first brought me to the old stable beside kelmscott house； william morris house at hammersmith； & to the debates held there upon sunday evenings by the socialist league。 i was soon of the little group who had supper with morris afterwards。 i met at these suppers very constantly walter crane； emery walker presently； in association with cobden sanderson； the printer of many fine books； and less constantly bernard shaw and cockerell； now of the museum of cambridge； and perhaps but once or twice hyndman the socialist and the anarchist prince krapotkin。 there too one always met certain more or less educated workmen； rough of speech and manner； with a conviction to meet every turn。 i was told by one of them； on a night when i had done perhaps more than my share of the talking； that i had talked more nonsense in one evening than he had heard in the whole course of his past life。 i had merely preferred parnell； then at the height of his career； to michael davitt who had wrecked his irish influence by international politics。 we sat round a long unpolished and unpainted trestle table of new wood in a room where hung rossettis pomegranate； a portrait of mrs。 morris； and where one wall and part of the ceiling were covered by a great persian carpet。 morris had said somewhere or other that carpets were meant for people who took their shoes off when they entered a house； and were most in place upon a tent floor。 i was a little disappointed in the house； for morris was an old man content at last to gather beautiful things rather than to arrange a beautiful house。 i saw the drawing？room once or twice and there alone all my sense of decoration； founded upon the background of rossettis pictures； was satisfied by a big cupboard painted with a scene from chaucer by burne jones； but even there were objects； perhaps a chair or a little table； that seemed accidental； bought hurriedly perhaps； and with little thought； to make wife or daughter fortable。 i had read as a boy in books belonging to my father； the third volume of the earthly paradise and the defence of guinevere； which pleased me less； but had not opened either for a long time。 the man who never laughed again had seemed the most wonderful of tales till my father had accused me of preferring morris to keats； got angry about it and put me altogether out of countenance。 he had spoiled my pleasure； for now i questioned while i read and at last ceased to read； nor had morris written as yet those prose romances that became； after his death； so great a joy that they were the only books i was ever to read slowly that i might not e too quickly to the end。 it wasnow morris himself that stirred my interest； and i took to him first because of some little tricks of speech and body that reminded me of my old grandfather in sligo； but soon discovered his spontaneity and joy and made him my chief of men。 to？day i do not set his poetry very high； but for an odd altogether wonderful line； or thought； and yet； if some angel offered me the choice； i would choose to live his life； poetry and all； rather than my own or any other mans。 a reproduction of his portrait by watts hangs over my mantlepiece with henleys； and those of other friends。 its grave wide？open eyes； like the eyes of some dreaming beast； remind me of the open eyes of titians ariosto； while the broad vigorous body suggests a mind that has no need of the intellect to remain sane； though it give itself to every phantasy； the dreamer of the middle ages。 it is the fool of fairy 。。。 wide and wild as a hill； the resolute european image that yet half remembers buddhas motionless meditation； and has no trait in mon with the wavering； lean image of hungry speculation； that cannot but fill the minds eye because of certain famous hamlets of our stage。 shakespeare himself foreshadowed a symbolic change； that shows a change in the whole temperament of the world； for though he called his hamlet fat； and scant of breath； he thrust between his fingers agile rapier and dagger。
the dream world of morris was as much the antithesis of daily life as with other men of genius； but he was never conscious of the antithesis and so knew nothing of intellectual suffering。 his intellect； unexhausted by speculation or casuistry； was wholly at the service of hand and eye； and whatever he pleased he did with an unheard of ease and simplicity； and if style and vocabulary were at times monotonous； he could not have made them otherwise without ceasing to be himself。 instead of the language of chaucer and shakespeare； its warp fresh from field and market； if the woof were learned； his age offered him a speech； exhausted from abstraction； that only returned to its full vitality when written learnedly and slowly。 the roots of his antithetical dream were visible enough： a never idle man of great physical strength and extremely irascible？？did he not f