One can forgive Shakespeare anything, except one's own bad lines. — Peter Ackroyd, The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde
One can forgive Shakespeare anything, except one's own bad lines. — Peter Ackroyd, The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde
One can forgive Shakespeare anything, except one's own bad lines. — Peter Ackroyd, The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde
One can forgive Shakespeare anything, except one's own bad lines. — Peter Ackroyd, The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde
One can forgive Shakespeare anything, except one's own bad lines. — Peter Ackroyd, The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde
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One can forgive Shakespeare anything, except one's own bad lines.

— Peter Ackroyd, The Last Testament of Oscar Wilde
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