Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire - Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire chapter 63

＜ Oscar Wilde ＞

It’s strange to say this, but the year is 1895.

This means that even though I spent half a year under Mr. Miller’s protection, the clock was spinning and modern history in a large category was proceeding according to the original chronology.

First of all, there are many stories that are familiar even if I roughly sift through the stories I only read in the newspaper.

In Asia, the Qing Dynasty was defeated by Japan, Taiwan was taken away, and the Treaty of Shimonoseki was signed.

In France, the Dreyfus affair broke out, and the Lumiere brothers spread advertisements to release their first film, ＜The Arrival of a Train＞.

In the United States, Times Square’s first theater, the Olympia Theater, opened, and in the Middle East, the Ottomans staged a massacre of Armenians.

Among the unfamiliar stories, there was one that was rather novel… In Ireland, a man was imprisoned for killing his wife and destroying evidence by burning her body.

The question is, was that bastard trying to cover up my crimes, or was she really out of her mind, testifying that ‘my wife followed Peter Perry to the fairy forest’? I’m really dumbfounded

If this were the 21st century, read violent novels and copycat crimes! It may have been noisy in the same way, but now it’s the end of the 19th century.

-Don’t worry, author. The Rothschild’s direct lawyers have already released it and are ready to prosecute you for insult, obstruction of business, and other crimes. Even the media spread that a man with a mental illness was talking nonsense.

I took it by force and suppressed it with action power comparable to Disney.

Are you responsible for what you said yourself?

Seriously, I don’t have any excuses… I wouldn’t even say anything if Peter Perry was an actual violent novel.

“Please make such useless noises stop coming out again.”

—Please trust the Rothschilds, author.

Cancer, believe me. In the era of extreme capitalism, if you don’t believe in the strongest financial group in human history, who will even build a country if it goes wrong, who will you believe?

Anyway, after going out because of that, I was on my way back after executing justice… I met a madman on the other side.

“······so.”

I crossed my arms and looked at Richard Strauss.

What the hell is this guy bringing with him?

“How did things turn out like this?”

“Oh, sorry, sorry. Author. I somehow got entangled in it, so to be exact…”

“ha······.”

I sighed inwardly.

I came to court for no reason and got entangled with a strange person.

I came to the courtroom to check how things were handled properly, and what I encountered was Strauss, who was supposed to be in charge of the music for my play (Jin), and a self-proclaimed Irish genius with a dignified attitude despite being a beggar. No, your clothes are scruffy, but why is your wand so shiny?

If we didn’t recognize each other, we recognized each other, so we rented a room nearby and started talking.

Thanks to that, I don’t think I’ll know if the afternoon tea I’m drinking goes into my mouth or my nose.

Anyway, I briefly glanced at the people in front of me.

Again, it’s a strange combination.

and······.

“hahahaha! You can’t help but roll your eyes at me But if you fall for it, it’s difficult. Because you are not my type.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any hobbies like that.”

I resolutely shot at the man with the wavy hair making strange noises.

Where the hell did this guy come from with such a bomb?

Oscar Wilde.

The most successful playwright of the Victorian era.

As far as I know, there are very few geniuses comparable to this nobleman in the history of modern literature.

Roughly, Kim Hae-gyeong in Korea, Andersen in the Netherlands, O Henry in the United States, Maupassant in France, and Anton Chekhov in Russia?

Yes… a genius is right, a genius is.

The problem is that Oscar Wilde is, above all, the kind of genius whose real head is turned.

“Mr. Strauss.”

“Yes, writer.”

“Do you happen to know what kind of incident this… human degenerate is currently involved in?”

“No, I just heard that this man was Oscar Wilde, who wrote The Picture of Dorian Gray…”

“Human horse breed! Hey there! It is I, God, who has bestowed my talent to praise the arts, so that this talent will not be crushed by the reckless tyranny of the judiciary…!”

“What kind of bullsh*t is this bastard who was accused of prostituting with boys and having an affair, talking nonsense, you pedophilia gay bastard!!”

oh, pissed off

I was furious without even realizing it, so I went to work.

Oscar Wilde seemed to know that Ji was being stabbed, and he lowered his head with a sting.

Strauss looked back and forth between me and Oscar Wilde for a while, then quietly moved away from Oscar Wilde and came toward me.

“So, how did you meet this human? Did you think you’d end up in prison?”

“We met on the way. It is said that the verdict has not yet come out.”

“My, why am I guilty! The judiciary in this country has not yet condemned homos*xuality!!”

Well, that’s right.

However, for adultery, prostitution, and even homos*xuality, the punishment is even more severe.

I looked at Oscar Wilde with very cold eyes, and the man was crushed again.

“Whoa…”

Well, it’s not like there’s no room for extenuating circumstances.

Apart from the affair, in a way, I was caught by that person, a vicious person, and was left behind.

It’s a bit strange to hear that a man was cheated on, but… Anyway, he was caught by the wrong pimp, gave money, gave love, and acted as a wallet, and lost everything.

Anyway, honestly, it’s true that I’m a person who doesn’t want to be involved, but there was only one reason why I didn’t leave this place right away.

‘Only one talent is real, it’s such a waste…’

A talent that the author has, literally the devil’s talent.

That was it.

In this era, in fact, there are so many geniuses.

In particular, there are many writers who have a singularity. Obviously, there are many people who write better than Oscar Wilde.

However, there are many cases where it becomes a fool when it is out of one’s domain.

A typical example is Conan Doyle. It’s a historical novel and a play, and in fact, I kicked the side gourd in everything except reasoning, science fiction, and commentary.

It’s natural.

Originally, even a genius actor can do dubbing, and there is no law that a genius comedian can make a good drama.

that each has its own specialty.

But this person is just… good at everything.

Poems, fairy tales, short stories, novels, plays. I tried them all once, and they all worked great.

He was even the best blue chip in the social world before this incident because he was tall and spoke well. It’s still not as good as before, but how much will it eat?

Anyway, there are so many uses for this human ability alone.

Especially for me, who is having trouble with the play right now!

I glanced at Strauss for a while.

He was fidgeting, wiggling his fingers as if he thought he had made a mistake.

I looked at it and thought hard about it.

if, if

If Oscar Wilde were to be added to the screenplay for the yet undecided Savoy version of ＜Peter Perry＞…

Then, wouldn’t it be possible to tune the unbalanced parts now?

Things start to come together in my head.

I poured the moderately cooled Assam into my mouth and brought out the organized words.

“For now, Mr. Wild.”

“Kuhmm, with a little more respect, Mr. Oscar Wilde…!”

“Calling you Mr. is enough respect, so please listen appropriately.”

I put down the teacup and said firmly.

“Mr. Wilde, the fact that you are going to jail soon. You must be familiar with it, right?”

“Go, prison! I am innocent! Homos*xuality was originally recorded in ancient Greece…!”

“Shut up.”

I stared at him with cold eyes.

“You already know everything. That I made a mistake in court.”

As I said earlier, this is an era where you can do anything with money and power.

But what if you don’t have both? Walking around a battlefield without a bulletproof vest. Conversely, it’s scarier than the 21st century.

And there’s no news more exciting than the downfall of one of socialite’s greatest blue chips.

It’s been a long time since every word he said was exaggerated by hyena-like reporters and spread all over London.

Yes… he was intoxicated by his talent, caught in the Judo newspaper, which is restricted in modern trials, and went to hell with the words, ‘That boy was so ugly that I didn’t want to kiss him.’

It’s no wonder that among Miranda’s principles, the right to remain silent is not important.

I took another look at his outfit.

His clothes were so stained that they were crumpled, and his eyes were watery.

Her skin was frizzy, and her hair, which was popular in society as Nero style, was just… rotten.

“If you continue like this, you will end up with adultery and even prostitution, and your sentence will be final. Well, there is no wife who would tolerate such a husband, so no approach, and at best, even a divorce, right?”

“Oh, that can’t be! Constance, Constance!”

As if he knew he had done something wrong, Wilde couldn’t deny it even though he just called his wife’s name.

I remembered how Oscar Wilde fell.

Let’s say it was like that until he went to prison.

By the way, Oscar Wilde. This man was a genius whose body was made of glass, not his mind.

After injuring his ear while working in prison, he lost his genius.

He’s not an idiot, you know. how he will be

I just wanted to deny it because of its temperament and esthetic personality.

And now, his plating is also slowly peeling off. As in the novel he wrote, The Happy Prince.

I dug the gap.

I looked at him with a smile.

“so.”

I got up and looked around for a while. Yes, maybe it was near the courthouse, so there was a place where I left a memo.

“Let me make a suggestion.”

“My suggestion?”

“Yes.”

I took the notepad, took out the fountain pen that Prince George had left at home, and quickly wrote out the contract.

“ruler. All you have to do is sign here.”

“Hey, what is this?”

“Your only lifeline.”

From noble mtl dot com

An offer you can’t refuse.

***

To put it another way, this is an age where most things can be solved naturally with money and power.

“The defendant, Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde, is sentenced to three years in prison. However, taking into consideration the sentencing conditions, the execution of the sentence above is suspended for one year from the date of finalization of this judgment.”

earth-! earth-! earth-!

“Damn it, the judicial system in this country is dead!”

I wiped my heart as I saw a nobleman in the audience bursting with anger.

Perhaps that person is the Marquess of Queensberry, the father of the Pillar West, who is said to have caught Oscar Wilde.

In fact, as Oscar Wilde said, the laws of this country do not outlaw same-s*x prostitution.

However, ‘excessive obscene acts’ including adultery are prohibited.

It was a very ambiguous prohibition, so I was able to somehow commute the sentence with a good lawyer.

So why does Ji go out on his own to complicate things that he is not an expert in? Oh, did you become aware of it while canceling the defamation trial?

All of this is thanks to the power of the Rothschilds. Well, it’s the best financial tax in the world.

Of course, this is only a trial involving the Marquis of Queensberry.

Therefore, his adultery will proceed as it is in the civil case related thereto.

is that actually wrong? You have to pay it off well.

Still, as much as he loved his wife and children, it seemed that they decided not to divorce and wait until the sentence was over.

Although it has been banned for the time being. It will take time for both of you anyway.

And that time…

“Okay then, according to the contract. Should I write?”

“Wait a minute!!”

“Wait what? If you use less than me in a month, I know you won’t even be able to eat!!”

You’re bankrupt, so you need to fill it out, right?

work, slave