Портрет Доріана Грея

           "No,Basil,youmusttellme,"insistedDorianGray. "IthinkIhavearighttoknow. "Hisfeelingofterrorhadpassedaway,andcuriosityhadtakenitsplace. HewasdeterminedtofindoutBasilHallward’smystery. 

           "Letussitdown,Dorian,"saidthepainter,lookingtroubled. "Letussitdown. Andjustanswermeonequestion. Haveyounoticedinthepicturesomethingcurious? —somethingthatprobablyatfirstdidnotstrikeyou,butthatrevealeditselftoyousuddenly?" 

           "Basil! "criedthelad,clutchingthearmsofhischairwithtremblinghands,andgazingathimwithwild,startledeyes. 

           "Iseeyoudid. Don’tspeak. WaittillyouhearwhatIhavetosay. Dorian,fromthemomentImetyou,yourpersonalityhadthemostextraordinaryinfluenceoverme. Iwasdominated,soul,brain,andpowerbyyou. Youbecametomethevisibleincarnationofthatunseenidealwhosememoryhauntsusartistslikeanexquisitedream. Iworshippedyou. Igrewjealousofeveryonetowhomyouspoke. Iwantedtohaveyoualltomyself. IwasonlyhappywhenIwaswithyou. Whenyouwereawayfrommeyouwerestillpresentinmyart.... OfcourseIneverletyouknowanythingaboutthis.Itwouldhavebeenimpossible. Youwouldnothaveunderstoodit. Ihardlyunderstooditmyself. IonlyknewthatIhadseenperfectionfacetoface,andthattheworldhadbecomewonderfultomyeyes—toowonderful,perhaps,forinsuchmadworshipsthereisperil, theperiloflosingthem,nolessthantheperilofkeepingthem.... Weeksandweekswenton,andIgrewmoreandmoreabsorbedinyou. Thencameanewdevelopment. IhaddrawnyouasParisindaintyarmour,andasAdoniswithhuntsman’scloakandpolishedboar-spear.