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in one point he was more fortunate than the novels fantastic hero。 he never knewnever； indeed； had any cause to knowthat somewhat grotesque dread of mirrors； and polished metal surfaces； and still water which came upon the young parisian so early in his life； and was occasioned by the sudden decay of a beau that had once； apparently； been so remarkable。 it was with an almost cruel joy and perhaps in nearly every joy； as certainly in every pleasure； cruelty has its placethat he used to read the latter part of the book； with its really tragic； if somewhat overemphasized； account of the sorrow and despair of one who had himself lost what in others； and the world； he had most dearly valued。
for the wonderful beauty that had so fascinated basil hallward； and many others besides him； seemed never to leave him。 even those who had heard the most evil things against him and from time to time strange rumours about his mode of life crept through london and became the chatter of the clubs could not believe anything to his dishonour when they saw him。 he had always the look of one who had kept himself unspotted from the world。 men who talked grossly became silent when dorian gray entered the room。 there was something in the purity of his face that rebuked them。 his mere presence seemed to recall to them the memory of the innocence that they had tarnished。 they wondered how one so charming and graceful as he was could have escaped the stain of an age that was at once sordid and sensual。
often； on returning home from one of those mysterious and prolonged absences that gave rise to such strange conjecture among those who were his friends； or thought that they were so； he himself would creep upstairs to the locked room； open the door with the key that never left him now； and stand； with a mirror； in front of the portrait that basil hallward had painted of him； looking now at the evil and aging face on the canvas； and now at the fair young face that laughed back at him from the polished glass。 the very sharpness of the contrast used to quicken his sense of pleasure。 he grew more and more enamoured of his own beauty； more and more interested in the corruption of his own soul。 he would examine with minute care； and sometimes with a monstrous and terrible delight； the hideous lines that seared the wrinkling forehead or crawled around the heavy sensual mouth； wondering sometimes which were the more horrible； the signs of sin or the signs of age。 he would place his white hands beside the coarse bloated hands of the picture； and smile。 he mocked the misshapen body and the failing limbs。
there were moments； indeed； at night； when； lying sleepless in his own delicately scented chamber； or in the sordid room of the little ill…famed tavern near the docks which； under an assumed name and in disguise； it was his habit to frequent； he would think of the ruin he had brought upon his soul with a pity that was all the more poignant because it was purely selfish。 but moments such as these were rare。 that curiosity about life which lord henry had first stirred in him； as they sat together in the garden of their friend； seemed to increase with gratification。 the more he knew； the more he desired to know。 he had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them。
yet he was not really reckless； at any rate in his relations to society。 once or twice every month during the winter； and on each wednesday evening while the season lasted； he would throw open to the world his beautiful house and have the most celebrated musicians of the day to charm his guests with the wonders of their art。 his little dinners； in the settling of which lord henry always assisted him； were noted as much for the careful selection and placing of those invited； as for the exquisite taste shown in the decoration of the table； with its subtle symphonic arrangements of exotic flowers； and embroidered cloths； and antique plate of gold and silver。 indeed； there were many； especially among the very young men； who saw； or fancied that they saw； in dorian gray the true realization of a type of which they had often dreamed in eton or oxford days； a type that was to bine something of the real culture of the scholar with all the grace and distinction and perfect manner of a citizen of the world。 to them he seemed to be of the pany of those whom dante describes as having sought to 〃make themselves perfect by the worship of beauty。〃 like gautier； he was one for whom 〃the visible world existed。〃
and； certainly； to him life itself was the first； the greatest； of the arts； and for it all the other arts seemed to be but a preparation。 fashion； by which what is really fantastic bees for a moment universal； and dandyism； which； in its own way； is an attempt to assert the absolute modernity of beauty； had； of course； their fascination for him。 his mode of dressing； and the particular styles that from time to time he affected； had their marked influence on the young exquisites of the mayfair balls and pall mall club windows； who copied him in everything that he did； and tried to reproduce the accidental charm of his graceful； though to him only half…serious fopperies。
for； while he was but too ready to accept the position that was almost immediately offered to him on his ing of age； and found； indeed； a subtle pleasure in the thought that he might really bee to the london of his own day what to imperial neronian rome the author of the satyricon once had been； yet in his inmost heart he desired to be something more than a mere arbiter elegantiarum； to be consulted on the wearing of a jewel； or the knotting of a necktie； or the conduct of a cane。 he sought to elaborate some new scheme of life that would have its reasoned philosophy and its ordered principles； and find in the spiritualizing of the senses its highest realization。
the worship of the senses has often； and with much justice； been decried； men feeling a natural instinct of terror about passions and sensations that seem stronger than themselves； and that they are conscious of sharing with the less highly organized forms of existence。 but it appeared to dorian gray that the true nature of the senses had never been understood； and that they had remained savage and animal merely because the world had sought to starve them into submission or to kill them by pain； instead of aiming at making them elements of a new spirituality； of which a fine instinct for beauty was to be the dominant characteristic。 as he looked back upon man moving through history； he was haunted by a feeling of loss。 so much had been surrendered！ and to such little purpose！ there had been mad wilful rejections； monstrous forms of self…torture and self…denial； whose origin was fear and whose result was a degradation infinitely more terrible than that fancied degradation from which； in their ignorance； they had sought to escape； nature； in her wonderful irony； driving out the anchorite to feed with the wild animals of the desert and giving to the hermit the beasts of the field as his panions。
yes： there was to be； as lord henry had prophesied； a new hedonism that was to recreate life and to save it from that harsh unely puritanism that is having； in our own day； its curious revival。 it was to have its service of the intellect； certainly； yet it was never to accept any theory or system that would involve the sacrifice of any mode of passionate experience。 its aim； indeed； was to be experience itself； and not the fruits of experience； sweet or bitter as they might be。 of the asceticism that deadens the senses； as of the vulgar profligacy that dulls them； it was to know nothing。 but it was to teach man to concentrate himself upon the moments of a life that is itself but a moment。
there are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn； either after one of those dreamless nights that make us almost enamoured of death； or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy； when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself； and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques； and that lends to gothic art its enduring vitality； this art being； one might fancy； especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie。 gradually white fingers creep through the curtains； and they appear to tremble。 in black fantastic shapes； dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room and crouch there。 outside； there is the stirring of birds among the leaves； or the sound of men going forth to their work； or the sigh and sob of the wind ing down from the hills and wandering round the silent house； as though it feared to wake the sleepers and yet must needs call forth sleep from her purple cave。 veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted； and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them； and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern。 the wan mirrors get back their mimic life。 the flameless tapers stand where we had left them； and beside them lies the half…cut book that we had been studying； or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball； or the letter that we had been afraid to read； or that we had read too often。 nothing seems to us changed。 out of the unreal shadows of the night es back the real life that we had known。 we have to resume it where we had left off； and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits； or a wild longing； it may be； that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure； a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours； and be changed； or have other secrets； a world in which the past would have little or no place； or survive； at any rate； in no conscious form of obligation or regret； the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain。
it was the creation of such worlds as these that seemed to dorian gray to be the true object； or amongst the true objects； of life； and in his search for sensations that would be at once new and delightful； and possess that element of strangeness that is so essential to romance； he would often adopt certain modes of