At the beginning of 2016, I read an abridged version of De Profundis. Alongside with The Importance of Being Earn…At the beginning of 2016, I read an abridged version of De Profundis. Alongside with The Importance of Being Earnest, The Picture of Dorian Gray and Lord Arthur Savile’s Crime, it was one of the first things I read by Oscar Wilde and that made me utterly and irrevocably fall in love with him. After finishing the abridged version, I dived into an extensive research on Oscar and uncovered the injustices he had to face during his lifetime. So, the abridged version of this letter solidified him as my trash child, and I’ll forever be grateful for that.So I’m even more excited that over two years later I finally got around to reading the full letter and let me tell you, the tea is scalding hot in that one! Whilst the abridged version omitted almost all passages in which Oscar called out Bosie and his lowly ways, the full version has it all. So many accusations, so many insults, so much grief, so much heartbreak. Even though Oscar claims it isn’t so, this letter is essentially a love letter. Oscar claims that Bosie means nothing to him, that he has finally managed to break away … oh, my darling child, between the lines it’s so obvious how hurt, how fucking hurt, Oscar was that Bosie ignored him during his imprisonment. Oscar desperately wanted to receive letters from Bosie, be visited by him, have his affection and love… and when after two years, he didn’t hear or see anything, he fucking snapped. I have said that behind sorrow there is always sorrow. It were wiser still to say that behind sorrow there is always a soul. And to mock at a soul in pain is a dreadful thing. De Profundis is not fun to read. It is absolutely heartbreaking. It’s a demonstration of Oscar at his low point, you see the man for who he is, in the realest and rawest fashion; no mask to hide behind, no wit and snark to conceal his vulnerability. The …