Quote by Oscar Wilde

"Each narrow cell in which we dwell Is a foul and dark latrine, And the fetid breath of living Death Chokes up each grated screen, And all, but Lust, is turned to dust In Humanity's machine."

— Oscar Wilde, from The Ballad of Reading Gaol

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