The Picture of Dorian Gray eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 205 pages of information about The Picture of Dorian Gray.

The Picture of Dorian Gray eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 205 pages of information about The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“I should think ‘The Idiot Boy, or Dumb but Innocent.’  Our fathers used to like that sort of piece, I believe.  The longer I live, Dorian, the more keenly I feel that whatever was good enough for our fathers is not good enough for us.  In art, as in politics, les grand peres ont toujours tort.”

[26] “This play was good enough for us, Harry.  It was ’Romeo and Juliet.’  I must admit I was rather annoyed at the idea of seeing Shakespeare done in such a wretched hole of a place.  Still, I felt interested, in a sort of way.  At any rate, I determined to wait for the first act.  There was a dreadful orchestra, presided over by a young Jew who sat at a cracked piano, that nearly drove me away, but at last the drop-scene was drawn up, and the play began.  Romeo was a stout elderly gentleman, with corked eyebrows, a husky tragedy voice, and a figure like a beer-barrel.  Mercutio was almost as bad.  He was played by the low-comedian, who had introduced gags of his own and was on most familiar terms with the pit.  They were as grotesque as the scenery, and that looked as if it had come out of a pantomime of fifty years ago.  But Juliet!  Harry, imagine a girl, hardly seventeen years of age, with a little flower-like face, a small Greek head with plaited coils of dark-brown hair, eyes that were violet wells of passion, lips that were like the petals of a rose.  She was the loveliest thing I had ever seen in my life.  You said to me once that pathos left you unmoved, but that beauty, mere beauty, could fill your eyes with tears.  I tell you, Harry, I could hardly see this girl for the mist of tears that came across me.  And her voice,- -I never heard such a voice.  It was very low at first, with deep mellow notes, that seemed to fall singly upon one’s ear.  Then it became a little louder, and sounded like a flute or a distant hautbois.  In the garden-scene it had all the tremulous ecstasy that one hears just before dawn when nightingales are singing.  There were moments, later on, when it had the wild passion of violins.  You know how a voice can stir one.  Your voice and the voice of Sibyl Vane are two things that I shall never forget.  When I close my eyes, I hear them, and each of them says something different.  I don’t know which to follow.  Why should I not love her?  Harry, I do love her.  She is everything to me in life.  Night after night I go to see her play.  One evening she is Rosalind, and the next evening she is Imogen.  I have seen her die in the gloom of an Italian tomb, sucking the poison from her lover’s lips.  I have watched her wandering through the forest of Arden, disguised as a pretty boy in hose and doublet and dainty cap.  She has been mad, and has come into the presence of a guilty king, and given him rue to wear, and bitter herbs to taste of.  She has been innocent, and the black hands of jealousy have crushed her reed-like throat.  I have seen her in every age and in every costume.  Ordinary women never appeal to one’s

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