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f romance。 how grave you are dont be so serious。 what have you or i to do with the superstitions of our age拭no此we have given up our belief in the soul。 play me something。 play me a nocturne察dorian察and察as you play察tell me察in a low voice察how you have kept your youth。 you must have some secret。 i am only ten years older than you are察and i am wrinkled察and worn察and yellow。 you are really wonderful察dorian。 you have never looked more charming than you do to´night。 you remind me of the day i saw you first。 you were rather cheeky察very shy察and absolutely extraordinary。 you have changed察of course察but not in appearance。 i wish you would tell me your secret。 to get back my youth i would do anything in the world察except take exercise察get up early察or be respectable。 youth there is nothing like it。 its absurd to talk of the ignorance of youth。 the only people to whose opinions i listen now with any respect are people much younger than myself。 they seem in front of me。 life has revealed to them her latest wonder。 as for the aged察i always contradict the aged。 i do it on principle。 if you ask them their opinion on something that happened yesterday察they solemnly give you the opinions current in 1820察when people wore high stocks察believed in everything察and knew absolutely nothing。 how lovely that thing you are playing is i wonder察did chopin write it at majorca察with the sea weeping round the villa and the salt spray dashing against the panes拭it is marvellously romantic。 what a blessing it is that there is one art left to us that is not imitative dont stop。 i want music to´night。 it seems to me that you are the young apollo and that i am marsyas listening to you。 i have sorrows察dorian察of my own察that even you know nothing of。 the tragedy of old age is not that one is old察but that one is young。 i am amazed sometimes at my own sincerity。 ah察dorian察how happy you are what an exquisite life you have had you have drunk deeply of everything。 you have crushed the grapes against your palate。 nothing has been hidden from you。 and it has all been to you no more than the sound of music。 it has not marred you。 you are still the same。;

;i am not the same察harry。;

;yes察you are the same。 i wonder what the rest of your life will be。 dont spoil it by renunciations。 at present you are a perfect type。 dont make yourself inplete。 you are quite flawless now。 you need not shake your head此you know you are。 besides察dorian察dont deceive yourself。 life is not governed by will or intention。 life is a question of nerves察and fibres察and slowly built´up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams。 you may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong。 but a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky察a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it察a line from a forgotten poem that you had e across again察a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play i tell you察dorian察that it is on things like these that our lives depend。 browning writes about that somewhere察but our own senses will imagine them for us。 there are moments when the odour of lilas blanc passes suddenly across me察and i have to live the strangest month of my life over again。 i wish i could change places with you察dorian。 the world has cried out against us both察but it has always worshipped you。 it always will worship you。 you are the type of what the age is searching for察and what it is afraid it has found。 i am so glad that you have never done anything察never carved a statue察or painted a picture察or produced anything outside of yourself life has been your art。 you have set yourself to music。 your days are your sonnets。;

dorian rose up from the piano and passed his hand through his hair。 ;yes察life has been exquisite察─he murmured察 but i am not going to have the same life察harry。 and you must not say these extravagant things to me。 you dont know everything about me。 i think that if you did察even you would turn from me。 you laugh。 dont laugh。;

;why have you stopped playing察dorian拭go back and give me the nocturne over again。 look at that great察honey´coloured moon that hangs in the dusky air。 she is waiting for you to charm her察and if you play she will e closer to the earth。 you wont拭let us go to the club察then。 it has been a charming evening察and we must end it charmingly。 there is some one at whites who wants immensely to know youyoung lord poole察bournemouths eldest son。 he has already copied your neckties察and has begged me to introduce him to you。 he is quite delightful and rather reminds me of you。;

;i hope not察─said dorian with a sad look in his eyes。 ;but i am tired to´night察harry。 i shant go to the club。 it is nearly eleven察and i want to go to bed early。;

;do stay。 you have never played so well as to´night。 there was something in your touch that was wonderful。 it had more expression than i had ever heard from it before。;

;it is because i am going to be good察─he answered察smiling。 ;i am a little changed already。;

;you cannot change to me察dorian察─said lord henry。 ;you and i will always be friends。;

;yet you poisoned me with a book once。 i should not forgive that。 harry察promise me that you will never lend that book to any one。 it does harm。;

;my dear boy察you are really beginning to moralize。 you will soon be going about like the converted察and the revivalist察warning people against all the sins of which you have grown tired。 you are much too delightful to do that。 besides察it is no use。 you and i are what we are察and will be what we will be。 as for being poisoned by a book察there is no such thing as that。 art has no influence upon action。 it annihilates the desire to act。 it is superbly sterile。 the books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame。 that is all。 but we wont discuss literature。 e round to´morrow。 i am going to ride at eleven。 we might go together察and i will take you to lunch afterwards with lady branksome。 she is a charming woman察and wants to consult you about some tapestries she is thinking of buying。 mind you e。 or shall we lunch with our little duchess拭she says she never sees you now。 perhaps you are tired of gladys拭i thought you would be。 her clever tongue gets on ones nerves。 well察in any case察be here at eleven。;

;must i really e察harry拭

;certainly。 the park is quite lovely now。 i dont think there have been such lilacs since the year i met you。;

;very well。 i shall be here at eleven察─said dorian。 ;good night察harry。; as he reached the door察he hesitated for a moment察as if he had something more to say。 then he sighed and went out。

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Chapter 20

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chapter 20

it was a lovely night察so warm that he threw his coat over his arm and did not even put his silk scarf round his throat。 as he strolled home察smoking his cigarette察two young men in evening dress passed him。 he heard one of them whisper to the other察 that is dorian gray。; he remembered how pleased he used to be when he was pointed out察or stared at察or talked about。 he was tired of hearing his own name now。 half the charm of the little village where he had been so often lately was that no one knew who he was。 he had often told the girl whom he had lured to love him that he was poor察and she had believed him。 he had told her once that he was wicked察and she had laughed at him and answered that wicked people were always very old and very ugly。 what a laugh she hadjust like a thrush singing。 and how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats she knew nothing察but she had everything that he had lost。

when he reached home察he found his servant waiting up for him。 he sent him to bed察and threw himself down on the sofa in the library察and began to think over some of the things that lord henry had said to him。

was it really true that one could never change拭he felt a wild longing for the unstained purity of his boyhood his rose´white boyhood察as lord henry had once called it。 he knew that he had tarnished himself察filled his mind with corruption and given horror to his fancy察that he had been an evil influence to others察and had experienced a terrible joy in being so察and that of the lives that had crossed his own察it had been the fairest and the most full of promise that he had brought to shame。 but was it all irretrievable拭was there no hope for him

ah in what a monstrous moment of pride and passion he had prayed that the portrait should bear the burden of his days察and he keep the unsullied splendour of eternal youth all his failure had been due to that。 better for him that each sin of his life had brought its sure swift penalty along with it。 there was purification in punishment。 not ;forgive us our sins; but ;smite us for our iniquities; should be the prayer of man to a most just god。

the curiously carved mirror that lord henry had given to him察so many years ago now察was standing on the table察and the white´limbed cupids laughed round it as of old。 he took it up察as he had done on that night of horror when be had first noted the change in the fatal picture察and with wild察tear´dimmed eyes looked into its polished shield。 once察some one who had terribly l
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