One afternoon I was sitting outside of the Cafe de la Paix, watching the splendour and shabbiness of Parisian life, and wondering over my vermouth at the strange panorama of pride and poverty that was passing before me, when I heard some one call my name.
Oscar Wilde, “The Sphinx Without a Secret”
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Thursday, 16th February
