Clinging to therapeutic methods

Climbing partners were rare as honest men this week, so it became necessary to take matters into my own hands yesterday. Managed a stiff hour and a half of bouldering and self-belay routes, and it felt relieving and soul satisfying.
More stories by Oscar Wilde; they have struck me as neofabulist, particularly one titled "The Birthday of the Infanta", which brought to mind the famous Velazquez painting called "The Handmaidens." Wilde's description of the 12 year old Infanta, right down to the details of her gown, are right out of that portrait. The dwarf in the story, however, is not female, but a young male who leaps right out of Wilde's imagination, to tragic ends. The first few tales in this collection are rich with fairytale-like descriptions and darkness of mood. I am very pleased and surprised at their quality.