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To-night, for the first time, I became conscious that the Romeo was hideous, and old, and painted, that the moonlight in the orchard was false, that the scenery was vulgar, and that the words I had to speak were unreal, were not my words, were not what I wanted to say.
You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity.
a stain would fleck and wreck its fairness.
When Dorian had finished the letter, he felt that he had been forgiven.
You cut life to pieces with your epigrams.”
But don’t waste your tears over Sibyl Vane. She was less real than they are.”
Not one blossom of his loveliness would ever fade.
you are made to be worshipped.”
reticences—he
garrulous
fopperies.
antinomianism
distinction and brains
“You told me you had destroyed it.” “I was wrong. It has destroyed me.”
“Can’t you see your ideal in it?”
satyr.”
The thing
Yes: that blind, slow-breathing thing crawled no more,
“Ah! I was waiting for you to call me Dorian.”
“It can only be the next world. This world and I are on excellent terms.”
If you want any corroborative evidence on the subject, you can ask him.”
Subtle...
He knew in what strange heavens they were suffering, and what dull hells were teaching them the secret of some new joy.
I heard it to-night by chance.
!!
“Ugliness is one of the seven deadly virtues,
Scepticism is the beginning of faith.”
Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.”
“Greek meets Greek,
“You gallop with a loose rein.”
“That a burnt child loves the fire.”
“Romantic art begins with its climax.”
You mock at everything, and then suggest the most serious tragedies.
It is an odd thing, but every one who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco.
anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often,”
bad painting and good intentions that always entitles a man to be called a representative British artist.
what does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose’—how does the quotation run?—‘his own soul?’”
To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.
The world has cried out against us both, but it has always worshipped you.
I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside of yourself! Life has been your art.
Art has no influence upon action. It annihilates the desire to act. It is superbly sterile.
