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But do not forget in what a terrible school I am sitting at my task. And incomplete, imperfect, as I am, yet from me you may have still much to gain. You came to me to learn the pleasure of life and the pleasure of art. Perhaps I am chosen to teach you something much more wonderful— the meaning of sorrow and its beauty.

Your affectionate friend, Oscar Wilde

[ De Profundis ]

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