ABSTRACT
It was during 1964 while I was doing researches in the life of Aubrey Beardsley and his friends that I found something was taking shape in the distance which amounted to the beginnings of the anthology presented here. In the introduction to a book on Beardsley published in 1967 I suggested that this artist was not ‘a homosexual’ in one of the current senses of the word, but rather an ironist who mocked the impulses in himself which responded to homosexual young men in the art world of his time.
