I ‘m noticing that today our society is based only on appearance. All the people are becomig equal to each other but everyone wants to show himself, above all their body must be perfect , not one wrinkle. A lot of people travel around the world only to put their “selfies” on the web, others show us hundred of virtual friends on facebook. I think that all of us are acting a role like in a comedy. An intellectual man who spoke just about the conflict between “appearance and reality”, was Oskar Wilde, an idol, in my opinion. He was able to unmask the weaknesses of the human soul. I love his eccentricity,his bravery , his being original in a conventional world.

He was born in Dublin in 1856 by a wealthy protestant family. He lived during the Aesthetic Movement which was a literatry and artistic    European movement in the second half of the 19 th century. He lived as a dandy that was the image of an eccentric man who gave importance to, the aspect and to the way in which a man appeared, and for this reason he was both criticized and admired in society.

This figure was based on his belief that in life, as in art, the artist ‘s duty was to cultivate beauty and give aesthetic pleasure.

He believed that only art as the cult of beauty could preserve man from the death of the soul.

He said that he wrote only to please himself and not to communicate his theories.

He was very witty and he used his wit to shock London aristocracy. He was imprisoned for homosexuality, too, and this experience change his life . I like Wilde’s aphorisms because they are witty,humorous and very biting. I love his novel “The picture of Dorian Gray” ,where handsome young Dorian sees his portrait and becomes morbidly aware of his own beauty. This leads him to wish his always young and good looking. In return, he would give everything and the portrait should grow old instead. Unexpectly, his wish comes true. As time passes, handsome Dorian commits all kinds of cruelties and crimes. At the end, tired of his cruel , eternal beauty Dorian , stabs his portrait. At the moment of his death he becomes an ugly old man and the portrait resumes its splendour. This story is fantastic , I’d like to be the writer, I admire Wilde, he is a genius , he is my idol.                                                                            

(c) Clarissa Costa



Oscar Wilde by Clarissa Costa

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