Everyone tells me I am looking better and happier.
This is because I have a good friend who gives me _The Chronicle_ and PROMISES me ginger biscuits.

O.W.
MY COLDNESS TOWARDS OSCAR IN 1897 (See page 408) When I talked with Oscar in Reading Gaol, he told me that the only reason he didn't write was that no one would accept his work.

I assured him that I would publish it in _The Saturday Review_ and would pay for it not only at the rate I paid Bernard Shaw but also if it increased the sale of the journal I'd try to compute its value to the paper and give him that besides.

He told me that was too liberal; he would be quite content with what I paid Shaw: he feared that no one else in England would ever publish his work again.
He promised to send me the book "De Profundis" as soon as it was finished.

Just before his release his friend, Mr.More Adey, called upon me and wanted to know whether I would publish Oscar's work.