Портрет Доріана Грея

           HetoldmeitwasafinespecimenofRobinsoniana,orsomethingdreadfulofthatkind. Itisasadtruth,butwehavelostthefacultyofgivinglovelynamestothings. Namesareeverything. Ineverquarrelwithactions. Myonequarreliswithwords. ThatisthereasonIhatevulgarrealisminliterature. Themanwhocouldcallaspadeaspadeshouldbecompelledtouseone. Itistheonlythingheisfitfor." 

           "Thenwhatshouldwecallyou,Harry? "sheasked. 

           "HisnameisPrinceParadox,"saidDorian. 

           "Irecognisehiminaflash,"exclaimedtheDuchess. 

           "Iwon’thearofit,"laughedLordHenry,sinkingintoachair. "Fromalabelthereisnoescape! Irefusethetitle." 

           "Royaltiesmaynotabdicate,"fellasawarningfromprettylips. 

           "Youwishmetodefendmythrone,then?" 

           "Yes." 

           "Igivethetruthsofto-morrow." 

           "Ipreferthemistakesofto-day,"sheanswered. 

           "Youdisarmme,Gladys,"hecried,catchingthewilfulnessofhermood. 

           "Ofyourshield,Harry:notofyourspear." 

           "InevertiltagainstBeauty,"hesaid,withawaveofhishand.