Портрет Дориана Грея

           "Thatiscertainlybetterthanbeingadored,"heanswered,toyingwithsomefruits. "Beingadoredisanuisance.WomentreatusjustasHumanitytreatsitsgods. Theyworshipus,andarealwaysbotheringustodosomethingforthem." 

           "Ishouldhavesaidthatwhatevertheyaskfortheyhadfirstgiventous,"murmuredthelad,gravely. "TheycreateLoveinournatures.Theyhavearighttodemanditback." 

           "Thatisquitetrue,Dorian,"criedHallward. 

           "Nothingiseverquitetrue,"saidLordHenry. 

           "Thisis,"interruptedDorian."Youmustadmit,Harry,thatwomengivetomentheverygoldoftheirlives." 

           "Possibly,"hesighed,"buttheyinvariablywantitbackinsuchverysmallchange.Thatistheworry. Women,assomewittyFrenchmanonceputit,inspireuswiththedesiretodomasterpieces,andalwayspreventusfromcarryingthemout." 

           "Harry,youaredreadful!Idon’tknowwhyIlikeyousomuch." 

           "Youwillalwayslikeme,Dorian,"hereplied. "Willyouhavesomecoffee,youfellows?—Waiter,bringcoffee,andfine-champagne,andsomecigarettes. No:don’tmindthecigarettes;Ihavesome.Basil,Ican’tallowyoutosmokecigars. Youmusthaveacigarette.Acigaretteistheperfecttypeofaperfectpleasure.Itisexquisite,anditleavesoneunsatisfied. Whatmorecanonewant?Yes,Dorian,youwillalwaysbefondofme.