"Did you make friends with any of them ?" "They were worse even than the boys at Portora," he replied; "they thought of nothing but cricket and football, running and jumping; and they varied these intellectual exercises with bouts of fighting and drinking.

If they had any souls they diverted them with coarse _amours_ among barmaids and the women of the streets; they were simply awful.

Sexual vice is even coarser and more loathsome in Ireland than it is in England:-- "'Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.' "When I tried to talk they broke into my thought with stupid gibes and jokes.

Their highest idea of humour was an obscene story.

No, no, Tyrrell and Mahaffy represent to me whatever was good in Trinity." In 1874 Oscar Wilde won the gold medal for Greek.