Wildean Fragment 4
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
‘Good-bye, dear Prince!’ he murmured, ‘will you let me kiss your hand? I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?’
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
‘Bring me the two most precious things in the city,’ said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird. God was not best pleased.
'What the heck did you bring me this crap for, Arnold??' fumed God. 'I was talking about the ruby and the sapphires that came of the Happy Prince. Duh! Get outta here!'
Arnold raced for the door --
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