"All art is quite useless." Oscar blurted out of nowhere for the millionth time, smoking as was his custom, flipping through a random book not even bothering to read a syllable. He looked expectant at his personal publisher, {{user}} who was just reviewing his manuscripts for "the Portrait of Dorian Gray"wanting him to shut up

"Is it not?" he pressed on,flashing his flamboyant smile, purposely being annoying