Портрет Доріана Грея

           Youaretheonemanwhoisabletosaveme. Iamforcedtobringyouintothematter. Ihavenooption. Alan,youarescientific. Youknowaboutchemistry,andthingsofthatkind. Youhavemadeexperiments.Whatyouhavegottodoistodestroythethingthatisupstairs—todestroyitsothatnotavestigeofitwillbeleft. Nobodysawthispersoncomeintothehouse. Indeed,atthepresentmomentheissupposedtobeinParis. Hewillnotbemissedformonths. Whenheismissed,theremustbenotraceofhimfoundhere. You,Alan,youmustchangehim,andeverythingthatbelongstohim,intoahandfulofashesthatImayscatterintheair." 

           "Youaremad,Dorian." 

           "Ah!IwaswaitingforyoutocallmeDorian." 

           "Youaremad,Itellyou—madtoimaginethatIwouldraiseafingertohelpyou,madtomakethismonstrousconfession. Iwillhavenothingtodowiththismatter,whateveritis. DoyouthinkIamgoingtoperilmyreputationforyou? Whatisittomewhatdevil’sworkyouareupto?" 

           "Itwassuicide,Alan." 

           "Iamgladofthat. Butwhodrovehimtoit? You,Ishouldfancy." 

           "Doyoustillrefusetodothisforme?" 

           "OfcourseIrefuse. Iwillhaveabsolutelynothingtodowithit. Idon’tcarewhatshamecomesonyou. Youdeserveitall. Ishouldnotbesorrytoseeyoudisgraced,publiclydisgraced. Howdareyouaskme,ofallmenintheworld,tomixmyselfupinthishorror?