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It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

JACK. Señorita Fairfax, es usted absolutamente perfecta.

GWENDOLEN.-¡Ojalá que no! En caso contrario, ya no podría mejorar, y mi intención es mejorar en muchas cosas.

ALGERNON.
Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?
LANE.
I didn’t think it polite to listen, sir.

Gwendolen. 
Ernest! My own Ernest! I felt from the first that you could have no other name!

Jack. 
Gwendolen, it is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth. Can you forgive me?

Gwendolen. 
I can. For I feel that you are sure to change.

Jack. 
My own one!

Cecily. 
I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn’t write them down, I should probably forget all about them.

Miss Prism. 
Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Cecily. 
Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened, and couldn’t possibly have happened. 

SCENE
Garden at the Manor House. A flight of grey stone steps leads up to the house. The garden, an old-fashioned one, full of roses. Time of year, July. Basket chairs, and a table covered with books, are set under a large yew-tree.

🤭a perfect scene to fly on vacation, yet daydreaming is satisfactory too

Algernon. 
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

Jack. 
Is that clever?

Algernon. 
It is perfectly phrased! and quite as true as any observation in civilised life should be.

Jack. 
I am sick to death of cleverness.