Портрет Дориана Грея

           Withastifledsobtheladleapedfromthecouch,and,rushingovertoHallward,toretheknifeoutofhishand,andflungittotheendofthestudio. "Don’t,Basil,don’t!"hecried."Itwouldbemurder!" 

           "Iamgladyouappreciatemyworkatlast,Dorian,"saidthepainter,coldly,whenhehadrecoveredfromhissurprise. "Ineverthoughtyouwould." 

           "Appreciateit?Iaminlovewithit,Basil.Itispartofmyself.Ifeelthat." 

           "Well,assoonasyouaredry,youshallbevarnished,andframed,andsenthome.Thenyoucandowhatyoulikewithyourself." Andhewalkedacrosstheroomandrangthebellfortea. "Youwillhavetea,ofcourse,Dorian?Andsowillyou,Harry?Ordoyouobjecttosuchsimplepleasures?" 

           "Iadoresimplepleasures,"saidLordHenry. "Theyarethelastrefugeofthecomplex.ButIdon’tlikescenes,exceptonthestage. Whatabsurdfellowsyouare,bothofyou!Iwonderwhoitwasdefinedmanasarationalanimal.Itwasthemostprematuredefinitionevergiven. Manismanythings,butheisnotrational.Iamgladheisnot,afterall:thoughIwishyouchapswouldnotsquabbleoverthepicture. Youhadmuchbetterletmehaveit,Basil.Thissillyboydoesn’treallywantit,andIreallydo." 

           "Ifyouletanyonehaveitbutme,Basil,Ishallneverforgiveyou!"criedDorianGray; "andIdon’tallowpeopletocallmeasillyboy." 

           "Youknowthepictureisyours,Dorian.Igaveittoyoubeforeitexisted." 

           "Andyouknowyouhavebeenalittlesilly,Mr.Gray, andthatyoudon’treallyobjecttobeingremindedthatyouareextremelyyoung." 

           "Ishouldhaveobjectedverystronglythismorning,LordHenry." 

           "Ah!thismorning!Youhavelivedsincethen."