The realty of romance
Romance and love are the most exhilarating of all human emotions and expressions but is all of it real, or just a chemical reaction.
Are we all just living in a fantasy?
Today I was going to talk to you about the fiction of romance and I still am but I was planning to too try and convince you that love and romance were nothing but a chemical reaction in the brain triggered by hormone release. Although I realised something else while working on this project. I found that after talking to people and seeing what they viewed as romance, it was all so subjective. I could not make up my own accurate definition for it and therefore can't tell you if what many call romance exists or even try to persuade you that it doesn't because I'm not even sure myself. What I wanted to talk to you today about was the trap that romance becomes when you fall too deep, and your reality becomes nothing but a story.
My example of this is Gwendolyn and young Cecily.
But before I do talk about those characters I want to explain to you now that none of the characters in the novel and play the importance of being Ernest truly lived in reality. They were all part of their own romantic fairy-tale, whether it be to deceive, for loyal purposes, lying for the woman they loved, or just being plain spiteful they all lived in stories of their own.
We would naturally expect these dishonest characters to get what's coming to them in the end but as Wilde writes, it isn't that predictable. Instead, he makes this play interesting, smart, and funny all at the same time and ends the play in an unsettlingly nice way.