Ebook The Writings of Oscar Wilde

One evening there came into his soul the desire to fashion an image of The Pleasure that Abid eth for a Moment. And he went forth into the world to look for bronze. For he could only think in bronze. But all the bronze of the whole world had dis appeared; nor anywhere in the whole world was there any bronze to be found, save only the bronze of the image of The Sorrow that Endureth for Ever.