Wilde.
He sang to me, and said, “Read this. It’s about being bad, about sex and drugs and doing what you really want to do.”
I was horrified, not by the book, but by the boy’s fascination with being bad for bad’s sake. His rebellion was boring, and I soon grew tired of his reactionary sensibilities.
The book, however, bears rereading.
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