A conversation with Oscar
A conversation with Oscar Wilde
"What a writer needs, Max?"
Oscar asked me with a smirk on his face..
”A pen?” I blurted out, without thinking too much about it.
"A pen? Really Max? How shallow and small minded are you? Come on lad, think, if you have a brain, what a writer needs the most?"
I hated how stupid he could make me feel...
"Words?” I asked, this time feeling it could be a smarter answer.
A feeling that died as quickly as a flame underwater when I saw his desperate look and heard nothing but a long deep breath followed by his answer:
"What a writer needs, Max, it's a an audience."
