Only the young have such moments. I don't mean the very young. No. The very young have, properly ...

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Prison for Oscar Wilde, an English prison with its insufficient bad food[1] and soul-degrading ro...

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And so, Allan, you wish to go to sea?'Yes, father,' I replied.'But, is there no other...

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The first youth rode to the crest of the hill, and, still sitting on his horse, examined the coun...

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THREE o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking in at my windows and caressingly wi...