Портрет Доріана Грея

           "Iamquitecontentwithphilosophiccontemplation. But,asthenineteenthcenturyhasgonebankruptthroughanover-expenditureofsympathy,IwouldsuggestthatweshouldappealtoSciencetoputusstraight. Theadvantageoftheemotionsisthattheyleadusastray,andtheadvantageofScienceisthatitisnotemotional." 

           "Butwehavesuchgraveresponsibilities,"venturedMrs.Vandeleur,timidly. 

           "Terriblygrave,"echoedLadyAgatha. 

           LordHenrylookedoveratMr.Erskine. "Humanitytakesitselftooseriously.Itistheworld’soriginalsin. Ifthecavemanhadknownhowtolaugh,Historywouldhavebeendifferent." "Youarereallyverycomforting,"warbledtheDuchess. "IhavealwaysfeltratherguiltywhenIcametoseeyourdearaunt,forItakenointerestatallintheEastEnd. ForthefutureIshallbeabletolookherinthefacewithoutablush." 

           "Ablushisverybecoming,Duchess,"remarkedLordHenry. 

           "Onlywhenoneisyoung,"sheanswered."Whenanoldwomanlikemyselfblushes,itisaverybadsign. Ah!LordHenry,Iwishyouwouldtellmehowtobecomeyoungagain." Hethoughtforamoment. "Canyourememberanygreaterrorthatyoucommittedinyourearlydays,Duchess?"heasked,lookingatheracrossthetable. 

           "Agreatmany,Ifear,"shecried. 

           "Thencommitthemoveragain,"hesaid,gravely."Togetbackone’syouth,onehasmerelytorepeatone’sfollies." 

           "Adelightfultheory!"sheexclaimed."Imustputitintopractice."