Портрет Доріана Грея

           "MydearHarry,weeitherlunchorsuptogethereveryday,andIhavebeentotheOperawithyouseveraltimes," saidDorian,openinghisblueeyesinwonder. 

           "Youalwayscomedreadfullylate." 

           "Well,Ican’thelpgoingtoseeSibylplay,"hecried,"evenifitisonlyforasingleact. Igethungryforherpresence;andwhenIthinkofthewonderfulsoulthatishiddenawayinthatlittleivorybody,Iamfilledwithawe." 

           "Youcandinewithmeto-night,Dorian,can’tyou?" 

           Heshookhishead. "To-nightsheisImogen,"heanswered,"andto-morrownightshewillbeJuliet." 

           "WhenissheSibylVane?" 

           "Never." 

           "Icongratulateyou." 

           "Howhorridyouare!Sheisallthegreatheroinesoftheworldinone. Sheismorethananindividual.Youlaugh,butItellyoushehasgenius.Iloveher,andImustmakeherloveme. You,whoknowallthesecretsoflife,tellmehowtocharmSibylVanetoloveme!IwanttomakeRomeojealous. Iwantthedeadloversoftheworldtohearourlaughter,andgrowsad. Iwantabreathofourpassiontostirtheirdustintoconsciousness,towaketheirashesintopain. MyGod,Harry,howIworshipher!" Hewaswalkingupanddowntheroomashespoke.Hecticspotsofredburnedonhischeeks.Hewasterriblyexcited. 

           LordHenrywatchedhimwithasubtlesenseofpleasure.