Oscar Wilde: I am my own Judas.
Reggie Turner: How do you like your new name?
Oscar Wilde: Almost as much as I loathe the old one.
Oscar Wilde: I'm dying beyond my means.
Oscar Wilde: With no warning, I was transferred one afternoon from Wandsworth to Reading Gaol. In broad daylight, by train, shackled to a warder like a performing bear. That journey was the most exquisite of the tortures Her Majesty contrived for me. At Clapham Junction we had to wait for a connection. Half an hour, my dears, on platform two. Sadly, my public had not forgotten me.
Reggie Turner: From what you say, Oscar, it would seem that Reading Gaol is an enchanted castle. With the governor as its presiding elf.
