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The Importance of Being Earnest - A Play - cover

The Importance of Being Earnest - A Play

Oscar Wilde

Publisher: Open Road Media

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The controversial comedic play from a master dramatist that shattered social conventions in England.   Oscar Wilde’s most brilliant tour de force, a witty and buoyant comedy of manners, has delighted millions with countless productions since its first performance at London’s St. James’ Theatre in 1895. The Importance of Being Earnest is celebrated not only for the lighthearted ingenuity of its plot, but also for its inspired dialogue, rich with scintillating epigrams still savored by all who enjoy artful conversation.   From the play’s effervescent beginnings in Algernon Moncrieff’s London flat to its hilarious denouement in the drawing room of Jack Worthing’s country manor in Hertfordshire, this comic masterpiece keeps audiences breathlessly anticipating new bons mots and fresh plot twists from moment to moment.  This ebook has been professionally proofread to ensure accuracy and readability on all devices.

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