Портрет Дориана Грея

           Ishouldhavethoughtyouknewmoreaboutpeople’scharacters. YourfriendLordHenryWottoncan’thavetaughtyoumuchaboutpsychology,whateverelsehehastaughtyou. Nothingwillinducemetostirasteptohelpyou. Youhavecometothewrongman. Gotosomeofyourfriends. Don’tcometome." 

           "Alan,itwasmurder. Ikilledhim. Youdon’tknowwhathehadmademesuffer. Whatevermylifeis,hehadmoretodowiththemakingorthemarringofitthanpoorHarryhashad. Hemaynothaveintendedit,theresultwasthesame." 

           "Murder! GoodGod,Dorian,isthatwhatyouhavecometo? Ishallnotinformuponyou. Itisnotmybusiness. Besides,withoutmystirringinthematter,youarecertaintobearrested. Nobodyevercommitsacrimewithoutdoingsomethingstupid. ButIwillhavenothingtodowithit." 

           "Youmusthavesomethingtodowithit. Wait,waitamoment;listentome.Onlylisten,Alan. AllIaskofyouistoperformacertainscientificexperiment. Yougotohospitalsanddead-houses,andthehorrorsthatyoudotheredon’taffectyou. Ifinsomehideousdissecting-roomorfetidlaboratoryyoufoundthismanlyingonaleadentablewithredguttersscoopedoutinitforthebloodtoflowthrough,youwouldsimplylookuponhimasanadmirablesubject. Youwouldnotturnahair. Youwouldnotbelievethatyouweredoinganythingwrong. Onthecontrary,youwouldprobablyfeelthatyouwerebenefitingthehumanrace,orincreasingthesumofknowledgeintheworld,orgratifyingintellectualcuriosity,orsomethingofthatkind. WhatIwantyoutodoismerelywhatyouhaveoftendonebefore. Indeed,todestroyabodymustbefarlesshorriblethanwhatyouareaccustomedtoworkat.