An Existential Life: The Critic as Artist, Oscar Wilde

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Ernest: Must we go, then, to Art for everything?

Gilbert: For everything. Because Art does not hurt us. The tears that we shed at a play are a type of the exquisite sterile emotions that it is the function of Art to awaken. We weep, but we are not wounded. We grieve, but our grief is not…

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