She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions. She tried to look picturesque, but only succeeded in being untidy.


The writings of Oscar Wilde (ed. 1907)


She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with...

She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with...

She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with...

She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with...