Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Discordistobeforcedtobeinharmonywithothers. One’sownlife—thatistheimportantthing. Asforthelivesofone’sneighbours,ifonewishestobeaprigoraPuritan,onecanflauntone’smoralviewsaboutthem,buttheyarenotone’sconcern. Besides,Individualismhasreallythehigheraim. Modernmoralityconsistsinacceptingthestandardofone’sage. Iconsiderthatforanymanofculturetoacceptthestandardofhisageisaformofthegrossestimmorality." 

           "But,surely,ifonelivesmerelyforone’sself,Harry,onepaysaterriblepricefordoingso?"suggestedthepainter. 

           "Yes,weareoverchargedforeverythingnowadays. Ishouldfancythattherealtragedyofthepooristhattheycanaffordnothingbutself-denial. Beautifulsins,likebeautifulthings,aretheprivilegeoftherich." 

           "Onehastopayinotherwaysbutmoney." 

           "Whatsortofways,Basil?" 

           "Oh!Ishouldfancyinremorse,insuffering,in...well,intheconsciousnessofdegradation." 

           LordHenryshruggedhisshoulders. "Mydearfellow,mediævalartischarming,butmediævalemotionsareoutofdate. Onecanusetheminfiction,ofcourse. Butthentheonlythingsthatonecanuseinfictionarethethingsthatonehasceasedtouseinfact. Believeme,nocivilisedmaneverregretsapleasure,andnouncivilisedmaneverknowswhatapleasureis." 

           "Iknowwhatpleasureis,"criedDorianGray."Itistoadoresomeone."