I am reading "De Profundis" and am struck. That seems the only word I can conjure. I can't express his suffering; only he.
Has one of you read a balanced biography of his life? I fancied him such a sick, perverse, twisted artist after completion of "The Picture of Dorian Gray," but I see now that he's more heart than most men. Words can't express my pity for the shame brought upon his life by a narcissistic brat.