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tudio summer irred amidst trees of t of te perfume of thorn.
From tom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord ton could just catd remulous branco bear ty so flamelike as tastic s flitted across tussore-silk curtains t retc of tary Japanese effect, and making ers of tokyo is necessarily immobile, seek to vey tness and motion. tonous insistence round ty gilt raggling o make tillness more oppressive. te of a distant an.
In tre of to an uprigood trait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distaing tist time, sut and gave rise to so many strange jectures.
As ter looked at t, a smile of pleasure passed across to li arted up, and closing to imprison awake.
"It is your best t; said Lord ;You must certainly send it year to toe and too vulgar. I been able to see tures, I been able to see t;
"I dont t any used to make Oxford. "No, I send it anyw;
Lord ed t curled up in suted cigarette. "Not send it anyo gain a reputation. As soon as you o to t a is silly of you, for talked about, and t is not being talked about. A portrait like t you far above all te jealous, if old men are ever capable of aion."
"I kno; ;but I really t ex it. I too muco it."
Lord ret t;Yes, I k is quite true, all t; "too muc! Upon my kno see any resemblarong fad your coal-black of ivory and rose-leaves. ellectual expression and all t. But beauty, real beauty, ends ual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, aroys t os doo t tly , of course, in t t t ty o say ural sequence ely deligerious young friend, es me, e sure of t. iful creature , and alo celligence. Dont flatter yourself, Basil: you are not in t like ;
"You dont uand me, ; ansist. "Of course I am not like perfectly rutality about all pellectual distin, t of fatality t seems to dog tory tering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from ones felloupid of it in t at t tory, t least spared t. turbed, indifferent, and disquiet. t from alien , may be terribly."
"Dorian Gray? Is t ; asked Lord udio towards Basil hallward.
"Yes, t is io tell it to you."
"But ;
"O explaio any o is like surrendering a part of to love secrecy. It seems to be t make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. t tful if one only . oell my people some seems t a great deal of romao ones life. I suppose you t it?"
"Not at all," ans at all, my dear Basil. You seem tet t I am married, and t it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for boties. I never kno occasionally, ogeto tell eac absurd stories serious faces. My it--mucter, in fact, ts fused over es, and I al imes ;
"I e talk about your married life, ; said Basil rolling to led into t;I believe t you are really a very good t you are tues. You are araordinary fello;
"Being natural is simply a pose, and t irritating pose I kno; cried Lord out into toget t stood in tall laurel bus slipped over te daisies remulous.
After a pause, Lord c;I am afraid I must be going, Basil," ;and before I go, I insist on your ansion I put to you some time ago."
" is t?" said ter, keeping he ground.
"You knoe ;
"I do not, ;
"ell, I ell you is. I you to explain to me ure. I t;
"I told you t;
"No, you did not. You said it oo muo is c;
"; said Basil raig;every portrait t is painted rait of tist, not of tter. tter is merely t, t is not er; it is rater ure is t I am afraid t I t of my o;
Lord ;And ?" he asked.
"I ell you," said an expression of perplexity came over his face.
"I am all expectation, Basil," tinued him.
"Otle to tell, ; anser; "and I am afraid you . Per."
Lord alled daisy from t. "I am quite sure I sand it," ently at ttle golden, ;and as for believing t it is quite incredible."
trees, and tering stars, moved to and fro in to ced past on its broing, and wondered w was ing.
"tory is simply t; said ter after some time. "t to a crus Lady Brandons. You knoists o sy from time to time, just to remind t savages. it and a ie, as you told me once, anybody, even a stock-broker, gain a reputation for being civilized. ell, after I ten mialking to edious academis, I suddenly became scious t some one me. I turime. , I felt t I ion of terror came over me. I kne I o face y ing t, if I allo to do so, it self. I did not aernal influen my life. You knoure. I er; least alill I met Dorian Gray. t I dont kno to you. Someto tell me t I errible crisis in my life. I range feeling t fate ore for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrouro quit t sce t made me do so: it of coake no credit to myself f to escape."
"sd corade-name of t is all."
"I dont believe t, believe you do eitever ive--and it may o be very proud--I certainly struggled to tumbled against Lady Brandon. You are not going to run away so soon, Mr. . You know ;
"Yes; s beauty," said Lord o bits h his long nervous fingers.
"I could not get rid of me up to royalties, and people ars and garters, and elderly ladies ic tiaras and parrot noses. S friend. I sook it into o lionize me. I believe some picture of mine success at time, at least tered about iury standard of immortality. Suddenly I found myself face to face y rangely stirred me. e e close, almost touc again. It I asked Lady Brandon to introduce me to so reckless, after all. It able. e rodu. I am sure of t. Dorian told me so after t io know eac;
"And ; asked ;I knorut and red-faced old gentleman covered all over o my ear, in a tragic o everybody in t astoundiails. I simply fled. I like to find out people for myself. But Lady Brandos s exactly as an aueer treats irely aells one everyt t s to kno;
"Poor Lady Brandon! You are ; said lessly.
"My dear felloo found a salon, and only succeeded in opening a restaurant. tell me, ;
"Oely inseparable. Quite fet t once."
"Laug at all a bad beginning for a friends is far t ending for one," said ther daisy.
;You dont uand y is, for t matter. You like every o is to say, you are indifferent to every one."
" of you!" cried Lord ilting bad looking up at ttle clouds t, like ravelled skeins of glossy ing across turquoise of t;Yes; of you. I make a great differeers, and my enemies for tellects. A man ot be too careful in t got one ual poly te me. Is t very vain of me? I t is rat;
"I s o your category I must be merely an acquaintance."
"My dear old Basil, you are muce."
"And muc of brot;
"O care for brot die, and my younger broto do anyt;
"; exclaimed hallward, frowning.
"My dear fello quite serious. But I t esting my relations. I suppose it es from t t none of us stand ots as ourselves. I quite sympat drunkenness, stupidity, and immorality sy, and t if any one of us makes an ass of into t, tion e magnifit. A I dont suppose t ten per t of tariat live correctly."
"I dont agree you is more, eit;
Lord roked ed broapped toe of e asselled ebony e. " is time you observation. If os foro a true Engliso do-- or ance is soever to do y of t. Iies are t tellectual case it be coloured by eits, propose to discuss politics, sociology, or metapter tter tell me more about Mr. Dorian Gray. en do you see ;
"Every day. I couldnt be see ely necessary to me."
"raordinary! I t you your art."
" to me no; said ter gravely. "I sometimes t tan tory. t is t, and ty for art also. tion of oil-painting o tians, tinous o late Greek sculpture, and to me. It is not merely t I paint from c. But o me tter. I tell you t I am dissatisfied I y is suc art ot express it. t art ot express, and I kno t Dorian Gray, is good in some curious and me?--y ed to me airely ne, airely neyle. I see tly, I tly. I oe life in a ; but it is o me little more ty-- t means? Unsciously is to all tic spirit, all tion of t t is Greek. t is! e in our madness ed t is vulgar, ay t is void. Dorian Gray is to me! You remember t landscape of mine, for is one of t t so? Because, , Dorian Gray sat beside me. Some subtle influence passed from o me, and for t time in my life I sa;
"Basil, traordinary! I must see Dorian Gray."
up from t and er some time ;; ;Dorian Gray is to me simply a motive in art. You mig in my ion, as I ain lines, iies of certain colours. t is all."
"t you ex rait?" asked Lord henry.
"Because, intending it, I into it some expression of all tistic idolatry, of o it. it. But t guess it, and I bare my soul to t s uoo muuc;
"Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. tion. Noo maions."
"I e t," cried ;An artist se beautiful t s noto treat art as if it to be a form of autobiograp tract sense of beauty. Some day I is; and for t reason trait of Dorian Gray."
"I t I argue is only tellectually lost ;
ter sidered for a fes. "; er a pause; "I kne pleasure in saying to I kno in tudio and talk of a tless, and seems to take a real delig I o some one s it as if it o put in , a bit of decoration to cy, an or for a summers day."
"Days in summer, Basil, are apt to linger," murmured Lord ;Perire soo is a sad to t t t genius lasts loy. t ats for t t ake suco over-educate ourselves. In truggle for existeo endures, and so s, in t is t is like a bric-a-brac sers and dust, s proper value. I tire first, all t your friend, and o you to be a little out of dra like one of colour, or sometterly reproad seriously t o you. t time ly cold and indifferent. It pity, for it er you. you old me is quite a romance, a romance of art one mig, and t of it leaves one so unromantic."
" talk like t. As long as I live, ty of Dorian Gray e me. You t feel en."
"A is exactly rivial side of love: it is tragedies." And Lord ruck a ligy silver case and began to smoke a cigarette isfied air, as if le of c it ful otions seemed to ing tured to amusement tedious lunc aying so long o s, o Loodbody tion y for model lodging-ance of tues, for , and t over ty of labour. It o strike uro ;My dear fello;
"Remembered w, ;
";
"?" asked frown.
"Dont look so angry, Basil. It my aunt, Lady Agatold me so End, and t o state t sold me ion of good looks; at least, good ure. I at once pictured to myself a creature acles and lank ramping about on . I ;
"I am very glad you didnt, ;
";
"I dont you to meet ;
"You dont me to meet ;
"No."
"Mr. Dorian Gray is in tudio, sir," said tler, ing into the garden.
"You must introduce me no; cried Lord henry, laughing.
ter turo , . "Ask Mr. Gray to , Parker: I ss." t up the walk.
t Lord ;Dorian Gray is my dearest friend," ;iful nature. Your aunt e rig s spoil try to influence . Dont take ao my art ist depends on rust you." of against his will.
" nonsense you talk!" said Lord aking led o the house.
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