"Every alien pen has got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse,"
and draws attention to the "obvious" play upon words (use = Hughes).
Such in brief are the salient points of his argument, the limitations of space precluding me from amplifying the subject, but I strongly advise all those interested in the subject to read the whole article for themselves.
It is undoubtedly one of the cleverest things Wilde ever did, and as a contribution to controversial English literature no student of letters can afford to overlook it. Some day perhaps the manuscript of the book will be discovered—in the library of a Transatlantic millionaire maybe—and the author's more matured and expansive investigations be given to the world. May that day come soon!
PART VII
THE PHILOSOPHY OF BEAUTY