Quote by Oscar Wilde

And now, I am dying beyond my means. Sipping champagne on his deathbed


And now, I am dying beyond my means. Sipping champagne on hi

Summary

This quote suggests that the individual mentioned is living in a reckless and extravagant manner even as they approach their own death. It means they are indulging in luxurious things, like sipping champagne, despite knowing that they cannot sustain this lifestyle. It implies a metaphorical representation of disregarding consequences and living life to the fullest, even at the expense of their own demise.

By Oscar Wilde
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