nous was to late greek sculpture； and the face of dorian gray will some day be to me。 it is not merely that i paint from him； draw from him； sketch from him。 of course； i have done all that。 but he is much more to me than a model or a sitter。 i wont tell you that i am dissatisfied with what i have done of him； or that his beauty is such that art cannot express it。 there is nothing that art cannot express； and i know that the work i have done； since i met dorian gray； is good work； is the best work of my life。 but in some curious wayi wonder will you understand me？his personality has suggested to me an entirely new manner in art； an entirely new mode of style。 i see things differently； i think of them differently。 i can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me before。 a dream of form in days of thoughtwho is it who says that？ i forget； but it is what dorian gray has been to me。 the merely visible presence of this ladfor he seems to me little more than a lad； though he is really over twenty his merely visible presenceah！ i wonder can you realize all that that means？ unconsciously he defines for me the lines of a fresh school； a school that is to have in it all the passion of the romantic spirit； all the perfection of the spirit that is greek。 the harmony of soul and body how much that is！ we in our madness have separated the two； and have invented a realism that is vulgar； an ideality that is void。 harry！ if you only knew what dorian gray is to me！ you remember that landscape of mine； for which agnew offered me such a huge price but which i would not part with？ it is one of the best things i have ever done。 and why is it so？ because； while i was painting it； dorian gray sat beside me。 some subtle influence passed from him to me； and for the first time in my life i saw in the plain woodland the wonder i had always looked for and always missed。〃
〃basil； this is extraordinary！ i must see dorian gray。〃
hallward got up from the seat and walked up and down the garden。 after some time he came back。 〃harry；〃 he said； 〃dorian gray is to me simply a motive in art。 you might see nothing in him。 i see everything in him。 he is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there。 he is a suggestion； as i have said； of a new manner。 i find him in the curves of certain lines； in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours。 that is all。〃
〃then why wont you exhibit his portrait？〃 asked lord henry。
〃because； without intending it； i have put into it some expression of all this curious artistic idolatry； of which； of course； i have never cared to speak to him。 he knows nothing about it。 he shall never know anything about it。 but the world might guess it； and i will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes。 my heart shall never be put under their microscope。 there is too much of myself in the thing； harrytoo much of myself！〃
〃poets are not so scrupulous as you are。 they know how useful passion is for publication。 nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions。〃
〃i hate them for it；〃 cried hallward。 〃an artist should create beautiful things； but should put nothing of his own life into them。 we live in an age when men treat art as if it were meant to be a form of autobiography。 we have lost the abstract sense of beauty。 some day i will show the world what it is； and for that reason the world shall never see my portrait of dorian gray。〃
〃i think you are wrong； basil； but i wont argue with you。 it is only the intellectually lost who ever argue。 tell me； is dorian gray very fond of you？〃
the painter considered for a few moments。 〃he likes me；〃 he answered after a pause； 〃i know he likes me。 of course i flatter him dreadfully。 i find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that i know i shall be sorry for having said。 as a rule； he is charming to me； and we sit in the studio and talk of a thousand things。 now and then； however； he is horribly thoughtless； and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain。 then i feel； harry； that i have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat； a bit of decoration to charm his vanity； an ornament for a summers day。〃
〃days in summer； basil； are apt to linger；〃 murmured lord henry。 〃perhaps you will tire sooner than he will。 it is a sad thing to think of； but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty。 that accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over…educate ourselves。 in the wild struggle for existence； we want to have something that endures； and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts； in the silly hope of keeping our place。 the thoroughly well…informed manthat is the modern ideal。 and the mind of the thoroughly well…informed man is a dreadful thing。 it is like a bric…a…brac shop； all monsters and dust； with everything priced above its proper value。 i think you will tire first； all the same。 some day you will look at your friend； and he will seem to you to be a little out of drawing； or you wont like his tone of colour； or something。 you will bitterly reproach him in your own heart； and seriously think that he has behaved very badly to you。 the next time he calls； you will be perfectly cold and indifferent。 it will be a great pity； for it will alter you。 what you have told me is quite a romance； a romance of art one might call it； and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic。〃
〃harry； dont talk like that。 as long as i live； the personality of dorian gray will dominate me。 you cant feel what i feel。 you change too often。〃
〃ah； my dear basil； that is exactly why i can feel it。 those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love： it is the faithless who know loves tragedies。〃 and lord henry struck a light on a dainty silver case and began to smoke a cigarette with a self…conscious and satisfied air； as if he had summed up the world in a phrase。 there was a rustle of chirruping sparrows in the green lacquer leaves of the ivy； and the blue cloud…shadows chased themselves across the grass like swallows。 how pleasant it was in the garden！ and how delightful other peoples emotions were！ much more delightful than their ideas； it seemed to him。 ones own soul； and the passions of ones friendsthose were the fascinating things in life。 he pictured to himself with silent amusement the tedious luncheon that he had missed by staying so long with basil hallward。 had he gone to his aunts； he would have been sure to have met lord goodbody there； and the whole conversation would have been about the feeding of the poor and the necessity for model lodging…houses。 each class would have preached the importance of those virtues； for whose exercise there was no necessity in their own lives。 the rich would have spoken on the value of thrift； and the idle grown eloquent over the dignity of labour。 it was charming to have escaped all that！ as he thought of his aunt； an idea seemed to strike him。 he turned to hallward and said； 〃my dear fellow； i have just remembered。〃
〃remembered what； harry？〃
〃where i heard the name of dorian gray。〃
〃where was it？〃 asked hallward； with a slight frown。
〃dont look so angry； basil。 it was at my aunt； lady agathas。 she told me she had discovered a wonderful young man who was going to help her in the east end； and that his name was dorian gray。 i am bound to state that she never told me he was good…looking。 women have no appreciation of good looks； at least； good women have not。 she said that he was very earnest and had a beautiful nature。 i at once pictured to myself a creature with spectacles and lank hair； horribly freckled； and tramping about on huge feet。 i wish i had known it was your friend。〃
〃i am very glad you didnt； harry。〃
〃why？〃
〃i dont want you to meet him。〃
〃you dont want me to meet him？〃
〃no。〃
〃mr。 dorian gray is in the studio； sir；〃 said the butler； ing into the garden。
〃you must introduce me now；〃 cried lord henry； laughing。
the painter turned to his servant； who stood blinking in the sunlight。 〃ask mr。 gray to wait； parker： i shall be in in a few moments。〃 the man bowed and went up the walk。
then he looked at lord henry。 〃dorian gray is my dearest friend；〃 he said。 〃he has a simple and a beautiful nature。 your aunt was quite right in what she said of him。 dont spoil him。 dont try to influence him。 your influence would be bad。 the world is wide； and has many marvellous people in it。 dont take away from me the one person who gives to my art whatever charm it possesses： my life as an artist depends on him。 mind； harry； i trust you。〃 he spoke very slowly； and the words seemed wrung out of him almost against his will。
〃what nonsense you talk！〃 said lord henry； smiling； and taking hallward by the arm； he almost led him into the house。
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Chapter 2
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as they entered they saw dorian gray。 he was seated at the piano； with his back to them； turning over the pages of a volume of schumanns 〃forest scenes。〃 〃you must lend me these； basil；〃 he cried。 〃i want to learn them。 they are perfectly charming。〃
〃that entirely depends on how you sit to…day； dorian。〃
〃oh； i am tired of sitting； and i dont want a life…sized portrait of myself；〃 answered the lad； swinging round on the music…stool in a wilful； petulant manner。 when he caught sight of lord henry； a faint blush coloured his cheeks for a moment； and he started up。 〃i beg your pardon； basil； but i didnt know you had any one with you。〃
〃this is lord henry wotton； dorian； an old oxford friend of mine。 i have just been telling him what a capital sitter you were； and now you have spoiled everything。〃
〃you have not spoiled my pleasure in meeting you； mr。 gray；〃 said lord henry； stepping forward and extending his hand。 〃my aunt has often spoken to me about you。 you are one of her favourites； and； i am afraid； one of her victims also。〃
〃i am in lady agathas black books at present；〃 answered dorian with a funny look of penitence。 〃i promised to go to a club in whitechapel with her last tuesday； and i really forgot all about it。 we were to have played a duet togetherthree duets； i believe。 i dont know what she will say to me。 i am far too frightened to call。〃
〃oh； i will ma