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Thou hast led me like an heathen sacrifice, With music and with fatal pomp of flowers, To my eternal ruin. -- Webster's "The White Devil".
"Lady Windermere's Fan" was a success in every sense of the word, and during its run London was at Oscar's feet. There were always a few doors closed to him; but he could afford now to treat his critics with laughter, call them fogies and old-fashioned and explain that they had not a decalogue but a millelogue of sins forbidden and persons tabooed because it was easier to condemn than to understand.