Quote by Oscar Wilde

Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculous in them. Why on earth don't you go up and change? It's perfectly childish to be in mourning for a man who is actually staying a whole week with you in your house as a guest. I call it grotesque.

Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculo

Summary

This quote is criticizing someone's choice to still be in mourning while hosting a guest for a week. It suggests that it is childish and ridiculous to continue mourning while trying to entertain and accommodate someone. The speaker finds it grotesque and questions why the person hasn't changed clothes to indicate their acceptance and happiness of having the guest. It implies a sense of judgment towards the person's mourning and their lack of prioritizing the guest's presence over their loss.

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Oscar Wilde Algy Jack The Importance Of Being Earnest

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