Quote by Oscar Wilde

Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?I didn't think it polite to listen, sir.

Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?I didn't think it poli

Summary

In this quote, the speaker (Lane) asks if the listener (unknown) heard the music they were playing. Lane responds that he refrained from actively listening because he considered it impolite to eavesdrop without explicit invitation. This dialogue highlights Lane's courteous behavior and respect for boundaries, showcasing his adherence to social etiquette and a sense of propriety.

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Music Humor Funny

By Oscar Wilde

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