On his journey into the afterlife, AEH runs into Oscar Wilde, someone
Once, I bought a huge armful of lilies in Covent Garden to give to Miss Langtry, and as I waited to put them in a cab, a small boy said to me, “Oh, how rich you are!”
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Then we saw what we had made--the piece of ice in the fist you cannot hold or let go. (He weeps.) You are kind to listen.
Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love, Grove Press, 1997, pp. 94-95.
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