"The Love that dare not speak its name" in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and
Shakespeare. It is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is
perfect. It dictates and pervades great works of art like those of
Shakespeare and Michelangelo, and those two letters of mine, such as they are. It is in this century misunderstood, so much misunderstood that it
may be described as the "Love that dare not speak its name," and on account of it I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the
joy,
hope and glamour of life before him. That it should be so, the world does not understand. The world mocks at it and sometimes puts one in the pillory for it." = Oscar Wilde 1845-1900
Oscar Wilde is a
really hoopy
frood who didn't deserve to be put in jail.
''The love that dare not speak its name'' came from a poem by
Lord Alfred Douglas (Oscar's boyfriend)