rupert everett, writing, stirring and producing, as well.out the final years and days of oscar wilde. having spent time in prison for indecency, he comes out of prison and goes abroad. his friends rally round to some extent, but his health is declining, his finances are ruined. his reputation is in tatters, and he is a strange from his family, which breaks his heart. here is a tip. constance... my dear, good, beautiful wife. there is nothing i can ever say that will and do the great hurt that i have caused you. we both know that. footie years, i have lain on hard boards, knelt on cold stone, dined and shame and thought of little else. you and my sons and thought of little else. you and my sofis are and thought of little else. you and my sons are the only things in my life. worried not for the hope that one day i would meet you all again, i don't think i could go on. my desire to live, dearest constance, is as intense as ever. although my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken. that is why god sends sorry to the world. write to me as s