From Barnes' Red Coat

And then, post-finally, I discovered that Wilde was aware of this all along. As he once wrote to Conan Doyle: “Between me and life there is a mist of words always. I throw probability out of the window for the sake of a phrase, and the chance of an epigram makes me desert truth.”

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