All women become like their mothers.
That is their tragedy. No man does. There is a very good exhibition on at the British Library in Euston of many of Oscar Wilde's manuscripts and ephemera. The most remarkable of which I found, was the original calling card which the Marquis of Queensberry left at Wilde's club and the most poignant, the De Profundis letter and the notice of the auction of all of Wilde's property at the house in Tite Street, Chelsea due to his bankruptcy. I was reminded that Queensberry attempted to shame Wilde at the opening performance of The Importance of Being Earnest but failed to gain admittance to the theatre and instead left a bouquet of vegetables at the stage door.