Or as my 19th Century Decorative Arts of Europe prof used to call him: Awfully Weirdsley. I liked Beardsley’s work, too. Had several of his books at one time, iirc. That was a good class.
The middle name my parents gave me came from a dirty book Beardsley illustrated. Mother gave me the book when I became an adult. When I finally found my father’s poetry, he had written a poem to that character in his poetry column.