Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Never! ScepticismisthebeginningofFaith." 

           "Whatareyou?" 

           "Todefineistolimit." 

           "Givemeaclue." 

           "Threadssnap. Youwouldloseyourwayinthelabyrinth." 

           "Youbewilderme. Letustalkofsomeoneelse." 

           "Ourhostisadelightfultopic. YearsagohewaschristenedPrinceCharming." 

           "Ah! don’tremindmeofthat,"criedDorianGray. 

           "Ourhostisratherhorridthisevening,"answeredtheDuchess,colouring. "IbelievehethinksthatMonmouthmarriedmeonpurelyscientificprinciplesasthebestspecimenhecouldfindofamodernbutterfly." 

           "Well,Ihopehewon’tstickpinsintoyou,Duchess,"laughedDorian. 

           "Oh!mymaiddoesthatalready,Mr.Gray,whensheisannoyedwithme." 

           "Andwhatdoesshegetannoyedwithyouabout,Duchess?" 

           "Forthemosttrivialthings,Mr.Gray,Iassureyou. UsuallybecauseIcomeinattenminutestonineandtellherthatImustbedressedbyhalf-pasteight." 

           "Howunreasonableofher! Youshouldgiveherwarning."