The Social Contract

Oscar Wild is fed up with Queensbury's threads. If you do seriously accuse me of sodomy, Queensbury, I suggest you come out and say it. Oscar tells Constance and the children to go upstairs. He stares blankly at his collection of leather-bound books. His eyes catch John Stuart Mills on Liberty. Oh, man, it's up there with... What's the John Jackary's so on? Definitely thought you were going to say archer, so that's relief. These are the sort of books you read when you first get into politics, if you're sad. Like I was as a teenager. MOMOLUM. Blair and Brown.