Oscar went on: "There are people in the world, I regret to say, who cannot understand the deep affection that an artist can feel for a friend with a beautiful personality." He was then questioned about his letter (already quoted here) to Lord Alfred Douglas.

It was a prose-poem, he said, written in answer to a sonnet.

He had not written to other people in the same strain, not even to Lord Alfred Douglas again: he did not repeat himself in style.
Mr.Carson read another letter from Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred Douglas, which paints their relations with extraordinary exactness.
Here it is: SAVOY HOTEL, VICTORIA EMBANKMENT, LONDON.
DEAREST OF ALL BOYS,-- Your letter was delightful, red and yellow wine to me; but I am sad and out of sorts.

Bosie, you must not make scenes with me.

They kill me, they wreck the loveliness of life.