ABSTRACT
The Baron has read Oscar Wilde’s Wildest and Oscarest work, called Dorian Gray, a weird sensational romance, complete in one number of Lippincott’s Magazine. The Baron recommends anybody who revels in diablerie, to begin it about half-past ten, and to finish it at one sitting up; but those who do not so revel he advises either not to read it at all, or to choose the daytime, and take it in homoeopathic doses.
