Sunday afternoon

Lovely uneventful day, at least for us; some nice chats on the walking rounds, and we managed to squeeze out the last bit of sunshine.
We're not Academy Awards afficianados, since we rarely waste - er, spend - money on going to the movies. A brief glimpse or so at the spectacle was unrewarding. One actress was wearing a gown created sixty years ago, and it looked like all the others we saw go by on the red carpet. An endless loop of women in spangled material and men in penguin outfits, decade upon decade.
The last of Wilde's poems, "The Ballad of Reading Gaol", which I've heard of but never read before, was intriguing despite its gallumphing meter. Famous last words:
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Wilde spent some time in Reading Gaol as part of his sentence for "immoral behavior" - i.e., being gay.