The death of Diasy Miller
Aren't Daisy and her mother are magnificent in the face of sham?
Verses from Oscar Wilde's ballad encapsulate the poignant ending:
Quote:
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.