When I wrote that first account of Oscar’s life I told his story as best I could. In 1895, I was the first to visit him in Wandsworth Gaol following his imprisonment. In 1884, I was the first whom Oscar entertained after his marriage to Constance Lloyd. We were not lovers, but I knew Oscar well. During the seventeen years of our friendship I kept a journal of our times together. We met for the last time in 1900, again in Paris, not long before his untimely death. I was twenty-two, a would-be journalist, an aspiring poet, and quite unknown. He was then twenty-eight and already famous-as a writer, wit and raconteur, as the pre-eminent ‘personality’ of his day. My name is Robert Sherard and I was a friend of Oscar Wilde. It is that I have put my genius into my life … Would you like to know the great drama of my life?
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