In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets:
As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse
H: I dislike London dinner-parties.
A: I adore them. The clever people never listen, and the stupid people never talk.
H: I think stupid people talk a great deal.
A: Ah, I never listen!
Wilde is never getting old. His jokes are not too complicated, he uses simple logic trick, that’s all. However, the secret is to be witty and most importantly do it with style. Even if you know who the dialogue is going to end, it’s hard not to laugh. All these crazy aristocrats, never taking anything serious. Never thrilled, never excited, never in pain. Oscar makes sure that we don’t envy all the rich and famous having all these boring parties. For all I know, being cool haven’t changed in last 100 years.