Actually that was before my time observing the primitives except for DUmmy FUnnies on FR so have missed some classic moments.
That's when he got re-baptized "Oscar Wilde"--and for reference, Oscar Wilde like Cyrano, had a big honker.
For some reason, he shut his cat up in the bedroom with himself, and had no sanitary facilities for the poor cat, which some hours later felt a call of nature and had to answer it.
the large-proboscised primitive, feeling the moisture, leaped up out of bed, banging against the frilly canopy, and hopped around on one foot, cursing the poor cat, waving his ruffled sleeves in indignation, looking for a lace handkerchief to absorb the mess, sputtering out shrill expletives.
If one couldn't see Oscar Wilde in that performance, I have no idea what one could see.
And to top it off, Oscar Wilde is not a young man; he's about 20 years older than I had thought he was.