Портрет Доріана Грея

           Somedayyouwilllookatyourfriend,andhewillseemtoyoutobealittleoutofdrawing,oryouwon’tlikehistoneofcolour,orsomething. Youwillbitterlyreproachhiminyourownheart,andseriouslythinkthathehasbehavedverybadlytoyou. Thenexttimehecalls,youwillbeperfectlycoldandindifferent. Itwillbeagreatpity,foritwillalteryou. Whatyouhavetoldmeisquitearomance,aromanceofartonemightcallit,andtheworstofhavingaromanceofanykindisthatitleavesonesounromantic." 

           "Harry,don’ttalklikethat.AslongasIlive,thepersonalityofDorianGraywilldominateme. Youcan’tfeelwhatIfeel.Youchangetoooften." 

           "Ah,mydearBasil,thatisexactlywhyIcanfeelit. Thosewhoarefaithfulknowonlythetrivialsideoflove:itisthefaithlesswhoknowlove’stragedies." AndLordHenrystruckalightonadaintysilvercase,andbegantosmokeacigarettewithaself-consciousandsatisfiedair,asifhehadsummeduptheworldinaphrase. Therewasarustleofchirrupingsparrowsinthegreenlacquerleavesoftheivy,andthebluecloud-shadowschasedthemselvesacrossthegrasslikeswallows. Howpleasantitwasinthegarden Andhowdelightfulotherpeople’semotionswere!—muchmoredelightfulthantheirideas,itseemedtohim. One’sownsoul,andthepassionsofone’sfriends—thosewerethefascinatingthingsinlife. HepicturedtohimselfwithsilentamusementthetediousluncheonthathehadmissedbystayingsolongwithBasilHallward. Hadhegonetohisaunt’shewouldhavebeensuretohavemetLordGoodbodythere,andthewholeconversationwouldhavebeenaboutthefeedingofthepoor,andthenecessityformodellodging-houses.