كتاب · The Picture of Dorian Gray
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المؤلف: Oscar Wilde
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"What sort of ways, Basil?"
"Oh! I should fancy in remorse, in suffering, in ... well, in the
consciousness of degradation."
Lord Henry shrugged his shoulders. "My dear fellow, mediaeval art
is charming, but mediaeval emotions are out of date. One can use
them in fiction, of course. But then the only things that one can
use in fiction are the things that one has ceased to use in fact.
Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no
uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is."
"I know what pleasure is," cried Dorian Gray. "It is to adore
some one."
"That is certainly better than being adored," he answered, toying
with some fruits. "Being adored is a nuisance. Women treat us
just as humanity treats its gods. They worship us, and are always
bothering us to do something for them."
"I should have said that whatever they ask for they had first
given to us," murmured the lad gravely. "They create love in our
natures. They have a right to demand it back."
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