Портрет Доріана Грея
Chapter 1
Resistit,andyoursoulgrowssickwithlongingforthethingsithasforbiddentoitself,withdesireforwhatitsmonstrouslawshavemademonstrousandunlawful. Ithasbeensaidthatthegreateventsoftheworldtakeplaceinthebrain. Itisinthebrain,andthebrainonly,thatthegreatsinsoftheworldtakeplacealso. You,Mr.Gray,youyourself,withyourrose-redyouthandyourrose-whiteboyhood, youhavehadpassionsthathavemadeyouafraid,thoughtsthathavefilledyouwithterror,day-dreamsandsleepingdreamswhosemerememorymightstainyourcheekwithshame——"
"Stop!"falteredDorianGray,"stop!youbewilderme. Idon’tknowwhattosay.Thereissomeanswertoyou,butIcannotfindit. Don’tspeak.Letmethink.Or,rather,letmetrynottothink."
Fornearlytenminuteshestoodthere,motionless,withpartedlips,andeyesstrangelybright. Hewasdimlyconsciousthatentirelyfreshinfluenceswereatworkwithinhim. Yettheyseemedtohimtohavecomereallyfromhimself. ThefewwordsthatBasil’sfriendhadsaidtohim—wordsspokenbychance,nodoubt,andwithwilfulparadoxinthem—hadtouchedsomesecretchordthathadneverbeentouchedbefore, butthathefeltwasnowvibratingandthrobbingtocuriouspulses.
Musichadstirredhimlikethat. Musichadtroubledhimmanytimes.Butmusicwasnotarticulate. Itwasnotanewworld,butratheranotherchaos,thatitcreatedinus.Words!Merewords! Howterribletheywere!Howclear,andvivid,andcruel!Onecouldnotescapefromthem. Andyetwhatasubtlemagictherewasinthem!Theyseemedtobeabletogiveaplasticformtoformlessthings,andtohaveamusicoftheirownassweetasthatofvioloroflute. Merewords!Wasthereanythingsorealaswords?
Yes;therehadbeenthingsinhisboyhoodthathehadnotunderstood.Heunderstoodthemnow. Lifesuddenlybecamefiery-colouredtohim. Itseemedtohimthathehadbeenwalkinginfire.Whyhadhenotknownit?