"A green carnation in his lapel, and a purple epigram upon his lips, Oscar Wilde moves delicately through this savory satire of the knowing 90's. Behind him, the pale weary youths, samplers of new sensations, who compose the cult of the green carnation; before him, his latest bon mot, a gustful echo of which precedes his every entrance."--Dust jacket.
"A green carnation in his lapel, and a purple epigram upon his lips, Oscar Wilde moves delicately through this savory satire of the knowing 90's. Behind him, the pale weary youths, samplers of new sensations, who compose the cult of the green carnation; before him, his latest bon mot, a gustful e...