You have no cause"....

All the while Oscar was standing apart from the rest of us with an arm on the young man's shoulder; but his coaxing was in vain, the youth turned away with petulant, sullen ill-temper.

This is a mere snap-shot which remained in my memory, and made me ask myself afterwards how I could have been so slow of understanding.
Looking back and taking everything into consideration--his social success, the glare of publicity in which he lived, the buzz of talk and discussion that arose about everything he did and said, the increasing interest and value of his work and, above all, the ever-growing boldness of his writing and the challenge of his conduct--it is not surprising that the black cloud of hate and slander which attended him persistently became more and more threatening.
FOOTNOTES: [9] Cfr.

Appendix: "Criticisms by Robert Ross.".