Sample of Abandoned Lines/Thoughts from my Nearly-Finished Oscar Wilde Notebook:
We all have some pretty strange ideas at three in the morning.
All buildings are monuments to the second law of thermodynamics.
A caramelised shopping trolley in the Stygian gloom.
The t-shirt reads ‘Proud to be Bland’.
The Existential Bicycle is leaning
against a wall, attempting nonchalance.
Songs of Independence? Revenge of the Untalented.
Childhood: everything is either forbidden or compulsory.
I try to persuade the next-door-neighbour’s cat to become a jihadist.
‘The pointless enthusiasm for useless knowledge’ – Seneca
The Vital Importance of Frivolity.
The point isn’t 'Is war ever justified?' but 'Is war avoidable?'
I stand in the kitchen and shout illegal exhortations to violence.
Existential despair at not knowing how or why or when it all started is a little like.
‘It was very ghost-like.’
‘You mean, it didn’t exist?’
Beware the virtue of the sentimental.
'You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, and if that isn’t enough of a curse, I don’t know what is.’
Be a scholar not a bore, to misquote Seneca (‘make you appear more a bore than a scholar’ which, I think, sums up pedants rather nicely).
Do not lose the day in waiting for the night.