I thought Jazz was everyone playing his/her own arrangement. This is everyone talking his/her own paradoxical nonsense. And extremely good at it by the look of things. Seriously, does anyone listen to anything that anyone, including his/her good self, says? If one crashes into one of Wilde's play, one must feel like Alice running into Wonderland: nothing is making any sense but everyone else understands each other perfectly. They might as well speak in riddles.
Everyone in it is mad. Or are they? Ppl tend to call them hypocrites. But isn't everyone? You see, repartee, rhetorical question and witticism are the ways to end any argument that could lead to serious discussion which in turn would potentially bring about change. Nobody want changes. Victorian English the least of all. This is just self-preservation in its utmost absurdity.
But changes were on the go anyway. If all went swimmingly to plan, the virtues preached by Queen Victoria would probably have finished off the entire "English race". Fortunately, Cecily didn't pay any attention to German classics. Dr. Chasuble wasn't bothered by his clerical position and flirted with Miss Prism outrageously. The truth is, people will always find ways around supressing social norms.
Wilde's satire is really mild and harmless. It's more like a sketch show by today's standards. And I don't think he targeted on the people eithter. It was the stupid rules by which the game of society played that he mocked, stylishly.