"The last time I saw Aubrey Beardsley," wrote a critic, "was in the summer of 1896 ... he was then seriously ill, indeed not expected to live, but he was in high spirits. . . . Although it was a day of brilliant sunshine, the curtains were drawn, and the room lighted by many tall candles. Aubrey Beardsley, clad in a yellow dressing gown, and wearing red slippers turned up at the toes, was working. As I entered he waved, laughed his gay laugh, then coughed horribly. . . ."
Beardsley died the...
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