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So a while ago, there was this idea that I had, to write what might, or might not be a one-woman (yes woman) show about Oscar Wilde, wher eI would get to play Wilde. Everyone I've mentioned this to, either thinks it's a brilliant idea, or a really terrible one, but the force is so intense it seems worthy of pondering. The results of the recent photo shoot have me back on teh mental track with it again, although I've no more idea of it now, than when I first said it to be funny months ago. But I think i do need to sit down and read through _everything_ of his again, and see if I can find the thread I'm looking for. I'm a small woman, with an intense interested in characters (real and imagined) who are interested in the nature of their ugliness. Wilde was a huge man, who I think we're somewhat prone to imagining quite differently -- afte all we assume the dandy must be delicate. And somewhere in all of this, there is something that therefore makes this admittedly random idea make sense.

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