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Chapter 6
Viningheldthattheprincewasawoman.Hasno-onemadehimouttobeanIrishman?JudgeBarton,Ibelieve,issearchingforsomeclues.Heswears(HisHighnessnotHisLordship)bysaintPatrick.
—ThemostbrilliantofallisthatstoryofWilde’s,MrBestsaid,liftinghisbrilliantnotebook.ThatPortraitofMrW.H.whereheprovesthatthesonnetswerewrittenbyaWillieHughes,amanallhues.
—ForWillieHughes,isitnot?thequakerlibrarianasked.
OrHughieWills?MrWilliamHimself.W.H.:whoamI?
—Imean,forWillieHughes,MrBestsaid,amendinghisglosseasily.Ofcourseit’sallparadox,don’tyouknow,Hughesandhewsandhues,thecolour,butit’ssotypicalthewayheworksitout.It’stheveryessenceofWilde,don’tyouknow.Thelighttouch.
Hisglancetouchedtheirfaceslightlyashesmiled,ablondephebe.TameessenceofWilde.
You’redarnedwitty.ThreedramsofusquebaughyoudrankwithDanDeasy’sducats.
HowmuchdidIspend?O,afewshillings.
Foraplumpofpressmen.Humourwetanddry.
Wit.Youwouldgiveyourfivewitsforyouth’sproudliveryhepranksin.Lineamentsofgratifieddesire.
Therebemanymo.Takeherforme.Inpairingtime.Jove,acoolruttimesendthem.Yea,turtledoveher.
Eve.Nakedwheatbelliedsin.Asnakecoilsher,fangin’skiss.
—Doyouthinkitisonlyaparadox?thequakerlibrarianwasasking.Themockerisnevertakenseriouslywhenheismostserious.
Theytalkedseriouslyofmocker’sseriousness.
BuckMulligan’sagainheavyfaceeyedStephenawhile.