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"
My
dear
Gladys
,
I
would
not
alter
either
name
for
the
world
.
They
are
both
perfect
.
I
was
thinking
chiefly
of
flowers
.
Yesterday
I
cut
an
orchid
,
for
my
buttonhole
.
It
was
a
marvellous
spotted
thing
,
as
effective
as
the
seven
deadly
sins
.
In
a
thoughtless
moment
I
asked
one
of
the
gardeners
what
it
was
called
.
He
told
me
it
was
a
fine
specimen
of
Robinsoniana
,
or
something
dreadful
of
that
kind
.
It
is
a
sad
truth
,
but
we
have
lost
the
faculty
of
giving
lovely
names
to
things
.
Names
are
everything
.
I
never
quarrel
with
actions
.
My
one
quarrel
is
with
words
.
That
is
the
reason
I
hate
vulgar
realism
in
literature
.
The
man
who
could
call
a
spade
a
spade
should
be
compelled
to
use
one
.
It
is
the
only
thing
he
is
fit
for
.
"
"
Then
what
should
we
call
you
,
Harry
?
"
she
asked
.
"
His
name
is
Prince
Paradox
,
"
said
Dorian
.
"
I
recognise
him
in
a
flash
,
"
exclaimed
the
Duchess
.
"
I
wo
n't
hear
of
it
,
"
laughed
Lord
Henry
,
sinking
into
a
chair
.
"
From
a
label
there
is
no
escape
!
I
refuse
the
title
.
"
"
Royalties
may
not
abdicate
,
"
fell
as
a
warning
from
pretty
lips
.
"
You
wish
me
to
defend
my
throne
,
then
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
give
the
truths
of
to-morrow
.
"
