Hvem er Ernest

by Oscar Wilde

Blurb

Morning-room in Algernon's flat in Half-Moon Street. The room is luxuriously and artistically furnished. The sound of a piano is heard in the adjoining room. [Lane is arranging afternoon tea on the table, and after the music has ceased, Algernon enters.] Algernon. Did you hear what I was playing, Lane? Lane. I didn't think it polite to listen, sir. Algernon. I'm sorry for that, for your sake. I don't play accurately-any one can play accurately-but I play with wonderful expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my forte. I keep science for Life.

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mehdikun1

Mehdikun1

Liked the way Wilde tried to mockup the Way People used to think about Marriage

0 Responses posted in October
poppy8

Poppy8

A surprisingly funny story.

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