Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself

[epigrammatical]

Characters: Lord Henry Wotton and divers hands
Date: January, various.
Location: Assorted places.
Situation: Assorted threadstarters provided; if you would like a specific one, let me know, or feel free to roll your own. Note whether or not you're meeting him before or after Dorian has left, as this will have an impact on what sort of Henry you're meeting.
Warnings/Rating: TBD