When I told him we must be very careful, for I was afraid of what might happen, he made fun of my fears, and encouraged me.

He knew that they'd never dare to punish him; he's allied to half the peerage and he did not care what became of me....
"He led me first to the street, introduced me to the male prostitution in London.

From the beginning to the end he has driven me like the Oestrum of which the Greeks wrote, which drove the ill-fated to disaster.
"And now he says he owes me nothing; I have no _claim_, I who gave to him without counting; he says he needs all his money for himself: he wants to win races and to write poetry, Frank, the pretty verses which he thinks poetry.
"He has ruined me, soul and body, and now he puts himself in the balance against me and declares he outweighs me.

Yes, Frank, he does; he told me the other day I was not a poet, not a true poet, and he was, Alfred Douglas greater than Oscar Wilde.
"I have not done much in the world," he went on hotly, "I know it better than anyone, not a quarter of what I should have done, but there are some things I have done which the world will not forget, can hardly forget.

If all the tribe of Douglas from the beginning and all their achievements were added together and thrown into the balance, they would not weigh as dust in comparison.