前一阵得知Colin的新片是王尔德传记片；前两天开始听Stephen Fry的podcast The Great Leap Years。这两个动力促使我去看了炸叔1997年的电影Wilde。
我对王尔德不熟悉。之前读过Dorian Gray和Importance of Being Earnest，印象是他的犀利幽默很厉害，和DNA给我的感觉一样。然而他的这两部给我更多感觉是妙语太多，只能堆砌起来。（DNA何尝不也是堆砌，但就正好更加击中我。。）
Wilde: “The love that dare not speak its name” in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and Shakespeare. It is that deep spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It dictates and pervades great works of art, like those of Shakespeare and Michelangelo, and those two letters of mine, such as they are. It is in this century misunderstood, so much misunderstood that it may be described as “the love that dare not speak its name,” and on that account of it I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an older and a younger man, when the older man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope and glamour of life before him. That it should be so, the world does not understand. The world mocks at it, and sometimes puts one in the pillory for it.