It probably consists of two acts (see First Act and Second Act). The first four stories in the collection involve a fictional two-act play of the same title: The King in Yellow]]. What was it in the roar and turmoil of Broadway at six o'clock that flashed before my eyes the picture of a still Breton forest where sunlight filtered through spring foliage, and Sylvia bent, half curiously, half tenderly, over a small, green lizard, murmuring, "To think that this also is a little ward of God?”, “Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa.”, “The mask of self-deception was not longer a mask for me, it was a part of me. “I do not deny that he was eccentric; the mania he had for keeping that cat and teasing her until she flew at his face like a demon, was certainly eccentric. Of course it was a man who conceived the idea of wings, otherwise Cupid would have been insupportable.”, “At last I was King, King by my right in Hastur, King because I knew the mystery of the Hyades, and my mind had sounded the depths of the Lake of Hali. I had found The King in Yellow.”, “He's a trump!" The Government has seen fit to acknowledge the right of man to end an existence which may have become intolerable to him, through physical suffering or mental despair.”, “The ambition of Caesar and of Napoleon pales before that which could not rest until it had seized the minds of men and controlled even their unborn thoughts," said Mr. Wilde. "The King in Yellow Quotes". I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with its beautiful stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth--a world which now trembles before the King In Yellow.”. resource to ask questions, find answers, and discuss the novel. Refresh and try again. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. I have not a care of my own. What was it in the roar and turmoil of Broadway at six o'clock that flashed before my eyes the picture of a still Breton forest where sunlight filtered through spring foliage and Sylvia bent, half curiously, half tenderly, over a small green lizard, murmuring: "To think that this also is a little ward of God!”. I could paint her – not on canvas – for I should need shades and tones and hues and dyes more splendid than the iris of a splendid rainbow. "I am content to serve him," I replied.”, “What a precious triple donkey I had made of myself!”, “Is it nonsense," I asked, managing to suppress what I felt—"is it nonsense when he says that the tassets and cuissards of the enamelled suit of armor commonly known as the 'Prince's Emblazoned' can be found among a mass of rusty theatrical properties, broken stoves, and rag-picker's refuse in a garret in Pell Street?”, “Ne raillons pas les fous; leur folie dure plus longtemps que la nôtre.... Voila toute la différence.”, “THERE are so many things which are impossible to explain! This feeling of unease drives Jack crazy, makes him constantly wonder what can possibly go wrong. "Je chante la nature, Les étoiles du soir, les larmes du matin, Les couchers de soleil à l'horizon lointain, Le ciel qui parle au cœur d'existence future!”, “It filled my head, that muttering sound, like thick oily smoke from a fat-rendering vat or an odour of noisome decay. “As it recurred again and again, it set me thinking of what my architect's books say about the custom in early times to consecrate the choir as soon as it was built, and that the nave, being finished sometimes half a century later, often did not get any blessing at all: I wondered idly if that had been the case at St. Barnabe, and whether something not usually supposed to be at home in a Christian church, might have entered undetected, and taken possession of the west gallery.