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Oscar Wilde lampooned in a San Francisco magazine |
So here's the thing about Oscar Wilde's tour of the American West... he met Walt Whitman, the manliest of men who ever loved manly men. When they met, the local press interviewed Whitman, and here is what he said: "One of the first things I said was
that I should call him ‘Oscar.’ ‘I like that so much,’ he answered, laying his
hand on my knee. He seemed to me like a great big, splendid boy. He is so
frank, and outspoken, and manly."
Damn, that's some manly stuff right there. A blog called The Toast wrote about this in exquisite detail. All that I am going to do here is quote from an article describing the meeting of two 19th century literary giants and let you wander on to read the actual post yourself.
This is a gift. You do realize that,
don’t you? History has reached out to you specifically and given you a gift.
The gift is the knowledge that Oscar Wilde once put his hand on Walt Whitman’s
knee and then they drank elderberry wine together; the gift is that the next
day a reporter turned up and Whitman expounded at length on his big, splendid
boy.
Happy trails, pard!
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Hex & Wilde, Cowboy Style |
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