Indigent Pride [Oscar Wilde]
2009-10-18 17:00:37 // The Operator
Tagged: humorous
The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock’s tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes. He looked down and saw the policeman going his rounds and flashing the long beam of his lantern on the doors of the silent houses. The crimson spot of a prowling hansom gleamed at the corner and then vanished. A woman in a fluttering shawl was creeping slowly by the railings, staggering as she went. Now and then she stopped and peered back. Once, she began to sing in a hoarse voice. The policeman strolled over and said something to her. She stumbled away, laughing.
- The Picture of Dorian Gray
by Oscar Wilde, 1890
In the absence of reason, any reason is good enough to dance.
