This is a stupid thread, started by DUmmy Cyrano, who reads franksolich, and wonders about himself being tagged Oscar Wilde.
The "picture" of the large-proboscised primitive as Oscar Wilde evolved when the large-proboscised primitive lit a campfire whining that his cat had pissed on him in bed.
His cat had pissed on him because the large-proboscised primitive had pent the cat up in the bedroom without sanitary facilities.
What's a cat with a full bladder to do?
The way the event was described reminded one very much of an effeminate sort of guy suddenly leaping out from under the bedcovers of a canopied bed, shaking in indignation and shrieking at the poor cat.
I don't "draw" "pictures" of primitives; primitives "paint" their own "portraits" with their own words.
I'm not the artist, but the art critic.
Anyway, with the basics in place, the rest of Oscar Wilde came into focus; the ruffled curtains, the lace handkerchiefs, the big honker, the frilly sleeves, &c., &c., &c.
