The Little Mouse, a Parody of Oscar Wilde

i remember being wheeled across the stage of the apollo theatre in my first play, forty years on, in 19 68. I was in drag as a putative lady bracknell, and wheeled by john gilgood. i can walk, i said, only i am so rich i don't need to. 20 second july reading in the l r b about emily dickinson, whom i had always thought of as a shy little mouse. And one who got her own way in this lining up with kafka and simon, vile, except iam. The only person is quick as daft is sam barnet but he be no good with sheep.