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At my last meeting with him, however, Wilde was his old self. Not long after Ernest Dowson’s1 death2 I was in Paris, and I went to the Hôtel d’Alsace,3 because I thought Wilde would like to hear about it, as he had always had a regard and high esteem for Ernest Dowson. I also remembered how, on a previous occasion, he had written to me to blame me for not going to see him. ‘I am glad you are so busy,’ he wrote; ‘but sorry that you are too busy to come and see me.’ It was the injustice of a peeved soul.
The Real Oscar Wilde (London: T. Werner Laurie, [1915]) pp. 417–20. Editor’s title.
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Sherard, R.H. (1979). My Last Meeting with Oscar Wilde. In: Mikhail, E.H. (eds) Oscar Wilde. Palgrave Macmillan, London. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-349-03926-5_48
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