For us there is only one season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one‘s cell, as it is always twilight in one‘s heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.
- P11


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Of seed-time or harvest, of the reapers bending over the com, or the grape gathers threading through the vines, of the grass in the orchchard made white with broken blossoms or strewn with fallen fruit: of these we know nothing and can know nothing.
- P11


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The paralysing immobility of a life every circumstance of which is regulated after an unchangeable pattern, so that we eat and drink and lie down and pray, or kneel at least for prayer, according to the inflexible laws of an iron formula: this immobile quality, that makes each dreadful day in the very minutest detail like its brother, seems to communicate itself to those external forces the very essence of whose existence is ceaseless change.
- P11


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De Profundis

by Oscar Wilde

. . . Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of pain.

- P11


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■ 저자 소개

오스카 와일드(Oscar Fingal O‘Flahertie Wills Wilde,1854년 10월 16일~1900년 11월 30일)는 아일랜드의 극작가, 소설가, 시인입니다. 날카롭고 약삭빠른 재치로 유명하며, 빅토리아 시대에 가장 성공한 극작가였습니다.


- P3


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