Genius

"I have nothing to declare except my Genius" was Oscar Wilde's answer to a US Customs Agent.
I saw "The Importance of Being Earnest, A Trivial Comedy for Serious People" yesterday and I enjoyed it so much I may go back.  It was first performed in 1895, and is considered his best work and one of the best farcical comedies of all time.  Opening night was Wilde's greatest triumph but also the beginning of his end.
The Marquess of Queensberry had planned to disrupt the performance because of his son's involvement with Wilde.  The Marquess was stopped that night, but they all soon ended up in court.  Wilde sued Queensberry for libel because Queensberry's note was addressed to Oscar Wilde "posing as a sodomite".  Wilde won a token amount in damages.  But because of what came out at the first trial, Wilde was then tried for Gross Indecency With Men and convicted to 2 years of hard labor.   Because of the scandal the play closed after 87 performances.

Brian Bedford as Lady Bracknell stars in and directs the play.  Lady Bracknell is a hyper sensitive aristocrat who will not hear of any social impropriety.  She's that elderly relative some of us know who just when you're having a good time says "enough".
Lady Bracknell:
"Never speak disrespectfully of society, Algernon.  Only people who can't get into it do that."
"I do not approve of anything that tampers with natural ignorance.  Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit, touch it and the bloom is gone ... Fortunately in England ... education produces no effect whatsoever."
"To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune: to lose two looks like carelessness."
He is remarkable in the role.  He\She says some of the funniest, farcical lines ever written and does it in perfect aristocratic seriousness.  At certain points his voice goes down several octaves in expressions of disapproval.  I would go back just to hear him say "enough", very, very low.  I was impressed by how realistic the characters were  in spite of having to act empty headed and silly while speaking some wonderful truths.  This is a classic 3 Act Play with 2 fifteen minute intermissions, almost 3 hours long, and you don't want it to end.

Santino Fontana plays Algernon, witty and fey:
" The essence of romance is uncertainty".
"The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple."
"All women become like their mother.  That is their tragedy.  No man does, and that is his."  
David Furr [I last saw him in Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe with Kathleen Turner and Bill Irwin]  plays John Worthing.  It is the straight role and he plays it beautifully.  At times forceful with Algernon, then romantic with Gwedolen, then  solicitous with Lady Bracknell.  He has the central role, the connection between these people and he as much as anyone makes the play work.
Other lines:
"If you are not long I will wait for you all my life."
One character says about her 3 volume novel: 
"The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily.  That is what fiction means."
Oscar Wilde never wrote another play.
He died in 1900 in Paris, destitute, at 46.  He left a wife and 2 sons who changed their names when he was incarcerated.
His epitaph is from his great poem the Ballad of Reading Goal:
"And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn."
One web site had 23 pages of Oscar Wilde quotes.  I'll end with this very long one from De Profundis:
    "When first I was put in prison some people told me to try and forget who I was.  It was ruinous advice.  It is only by realizing who I am that I have found comfort of any kind.  Now I am advised by others to try on my release to forget that I have ever been in a prison at all.  I know that would be equally fatal.  It would mean that I would always be haunted by an intolerable sense of disgrace, and that those things that are meant for me as much as for anybody else - the beauty of the sun and moon, the pageant of the seasons, the music of daybreak and the silence of great nights, the rain falling through the leaves, or the dew creeping over the grass and making it silver - would all be tainted for me, and lose their healing power, and their power of communicating joy.  To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development.  To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.  It is no less than a denial of the soul."