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ed to this white girl and bowed in worship before her。 to a large extent the lad was his own creation。 he had made him premature。 that was something。 ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets察but to the few察to the elect察the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away。 sometimes this was the effect of art察and chiefly of the art of literature察which dealt immediately with the passions and the intellect。 but now and then a plex personality took the place and assumed the office of art察was indeed察in its way察a real work of art察life having its elaborate masterpieces察just as poetry has察or sculpture察or painting。

yes察the lad was premature。 he was gathering his harvest while it was yet spring。 the pulse and passion of youth were in him察but he was being self´conscious。 it was delightful to watch him。 with his beautiful face察and his beautiful soul察he was a thing to wonder at。 it was no matter how it all ended察or was destined to end。 he was like one of those gracious figures in a pageant or a play察whose joys seem to be remote from one察but whose sorrows stir ones sense of beauty察and whose wounds are like red roses。

soul and body察body and soulhow mysterious they were there was animalism in the soul察and the body had its moments of spirituality。 the senses could refine察and the intellect could degrade。 who could say where the fleshly impulse ceased察or the psychical impulse began拭how shallow were the arbitrary definitions of ordinary psychologists and yet how difficult to decide between the claims of the various schools was the soul a shadow seated in the house of sin拭or was the body really in the soul察as giordano bruno thought拭the separation of spirit from matter was a mystery察and the union of spirit with matter was a mystery also。

he began to wonder whether we could ever make psychology so absolute a science that each little spring of life would be revealed to us。 as it was察we always misunderstood ourselves and rarely understood others。 experience was of no ethical value。 it was merely the name men gave to their mistakes。 moralists had察as a rule察regarded it as a mode of warning察had claimed for it a certain ethical efficacy in the formation of character察had praised it as something that taught us what to follow and showed us what to avoid。 but there was no motive power in experience。 it was as little of an active cause as conscience itself。 all that it really demonstrated was that our future would be the same as our past察and that the sin we had done once察and with loathing察we would do many times察and with joy。

it was clear to him that the experimental method was the only method by which one could arrive at any scientific analysis of the passions察and certainly dorian gray was a subject made to his hand察and seemed to promise rich and fruitful results。 his sudden mad love for sibyl vane was a psychological phenomenon of no small interest。 there was no doubt that curiosity had much to do with it察curiosity and the desire for new experiences察yet it was not a simple察but rather a very plex passion。 what there was in it of the purely sensuous instinct of boyhood had been transformed by the workings of the imagination察changed into something that seemed to the lad himself to be remote from sense察and was for that very reason all the more dangerous。 it was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us。 our weakest motives were those of whose nature we were conscious。 it often happened that when we thought we were experimenting on others we were really experimenting on ourselves。

while lord henry sat dreaming on these things察a knock came to the door察and his valet entered and reminded him it was time to dress for dinner。 he got up and looked out into the street。 the sunset had smitten into scarlet gold the upper windows of the houses opposite。 the panes glowed like plates of heated metal。 the sky above was like a faded rose。 he thought of his friends young fiery´coloured life and wondered how it was all going to end。

when he arrived home察about half´past twelve oclock察he saw a telegram lying on the hall table。 he opened it and found it was from dorian gray。 it was to tell him that he was engaged to be married to sibyl vane。

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Chapter 5

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;mother察mother察i am so happy ─whispered the girl察burying her face in the lap of the faded察tired´looking woman who察with back turned to the shrill intrusive light察was sitting in the one arm´chair that their dingy sitting´room contained。 ;i am so happy ─she repeated察 and you must be happy察too 

mrs。 vane winced and put her thin察bismuth´whitened hands on her daughters head。 ;happy ─she echoed察 i am only happy察sibyl察when i see you act。 you must not think of anything but your acting。 mr。 isaacs has been very good to us察and we owe him money。;

the girl looked up and pouted。 ;money察mother拭─she cried察 what does money matter拭love is more than money。;

;mr。 isaacs has advanced us fifty pounds to pay off our debts and to get a proper outfit for james。 you must not forget that察sibyl。 fifty pounds is a very large sum。 mr。 isaacs has been most considerate。;

;he is not a gentleman察mother察and i hate the way he talks to me察─said the girl察rising to her feet and going over to the window。

;i dont know how we could manage without him察─answered the elder woman querulously。

sibyl vane tossed her head and laughed。 ;we dont want him any more察mother。 prince charming rules life for us now。; then she paused。 a rose shook in her blood and shadowed her cheeks。 quick breath parted the petals of her lips。 they trembled。 some southern wind of passion swept over her and stirred the dainty folds of her dress。 ;i love him察─she said simply。

;foolish child foolish child ─was the parrot´phrase flung in answer。 the waving of crooked察false´jewelled fingers gave grotesqueness to the words。

the girl laughed again。 the joy of a caged bird was in her voice。 her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance察then closed for a moment察as though to hide their secret。 when they opened察the mist of a dream had passed across them。

thin´lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair察hinted at prudence察quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of mon sense。 she did not listen。 she was free in her prison of passion。 her prince察prince charming察was with her。 she had called on memory to remake him。 she had sent her soul to search for him察and it had brought him back。 his kiss burned again upon her mouth。 her eyelids were warm with his breath。

then wisdom altered its method and spoke of espial and discovery。 this young man might be rich。 if so察marriage should be thought of。 against the shell of her ear broke the waves of worldly cunning。 the arrows of craft shot by her。 she saw the thin lips moving察and smiled。

suddenly she felt the need to speak。 the wordy silence troubled her。 ;mother察mother察─she cried察 why does he love me so much拭i know why i love him。 i love him because he is like what love himself should be。 but what does he see in me拭i am not worthy of him。 and yetwhy察i cannot tellthough i feel so much beneath him察i dont feel humble。 i feel proud察terribly proud。 mother察did you love my father as i love prince charming拭

the elder woman grew pale beneath the coarse powder that daubed her cheeks察and her dry lips twitched with a spasm of pain。 sybil rushed to her察flung her arms round her neck察and kissed her。 ;forgive me察mother。 i know it pains you to talk about our father。 but it only pains you because you loved him so much。 dont look so sad。 i am as happy to´day as you were twenty years ago。 ah let me be happy for ever 

;my child察you are far too young to think of falling in love。 besides察what do you know of this young man拭you dont even know his name。 the whole thing is most inconvenient察and really察when james is going away to australia察and i have so much to think of察i must say that you should have shown more consideration。 however察as i said before察if he is rich 。 。 。;

;ah mother察mother察let me be happy 

mrs。 vane glanced at her察and with one of those false theatrical gestures that so often bee a mode of second nature to a stage´player察clasped her in her arms。 at this moment察the door opened and a young lad with rough brown hair came into the room。 he was thick´set of figure察and his hands and feet were large and somewhat clumsy in movement。 he was not so finely bred as his sister。 one would hardly have guessed the close relationship that existed between them。 mrs。 vane fixed her eyes on him and intensified her smile。 she mentally elevated her son to the dignity of an audience。 she felt sure that the tableau was interesting。

;you might keep some of your kisses for me察sibyl察i think察─said the lad with a good´natured grumble。

;ah but you dont like being kissed察jim察─she cried。 ;you are a dreadful old bear。; and she ran across the room and hugged him。

james vane looked into his sisters face with tenderness。 ;i want you to e out with me for a walk察sibyl。 i dont suppose i shall ever see this horrid london again。 i am sure i dont want to。;

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