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"
Stay
,
Harry
,
to
oblige
Dorian
,
and
to
oblige
me
,
"
said
Hallward
,
gazing
intently
at
his
picture
.
"
It
is
quite
true
,
I
never
talk
when
I
am
working
,
and
never
listen
either
,
and
it
must
be
dreadfully
tedious
for
my
unfortunate
sitters
.
I
beg
you
to
stay
.
"
"
But
what
about
my
man
at
the
Orleans
?
"
The
painter
laughed
.
"
I
do
n't
think
there
will
be
any
difficulty
about
that
.
Sit
down
again
,
Harry
.
And
now
,
Dorian
,
get
up
on
the
platform
,
and
do
n't
move
about
too
much
,
or
pay
any
attention
to
what
Lord
Henry
says
.
He
has
a
very
bad
influence
over
all
his
friends
,
with
the
single
exception
of
myself
.
"
Dorian
Gray
stepped
up
on
the
dais
,
with
the
air
of
a
young
Greek
martyr
,
and
made
a
little
moue
of
discontent
to
Lord
Henry
,
to
whom
he
had
rather
taken
a
fancy
.
He
was
so
unlike
Basil
.
They
made
a
delightful
contrast
.
And
he
had
such
a
beautiful
voice
.
After
a
few
moments
he
said
to
him
,
"
Have
you
really
a
very
bad
influence
,
Lord
Henry
?
As
bad
as
Basil
says
?
"
"
There
is
no
such
thing
as
a
good
influence
,
Mr.
Gray
.
All
influence
is
immoral
--
immoral
from
the
scientific
point
of
view
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
to
influence
a
person
is
to
give
him
one
's
own
soul
.
He
does
not
think
his
natural
thoughts
,
or
burn
with
his
natural
passions
.
His
virtues
are
not
real
to
him
.
His
sins
,
if
there
are
such
things
as
sins
,
are
borrowed
.
He
becomes
an
echo
of
someone
else
's
music
,
an
actor
of
a
part
that
has
not
been
written
for
him
.
The
aim
of
life
is
self-development
.
To
realise
one
's
nature
perfectly
--
that
is
what
each
of
us
is
here
for
.
People
are
afraid
of
themselves
,
nowadays
.
They
have
forgotten
the
highest
of
all
duties
,
the
duty
that
one
owes
to
one
's
self
.
Of
course
they
are
charitable
.
They
feed
the
hungry
,
and
clothe
the
beggar
.
But
their
own
souls
starve
,
and
are
naked
.
Courage
has
gone
out
of
our
race
.
Perhaps
we
never
really
had
it
.
The
terror
of
society
,
which
is
the
basis
of
morals
,
the
terror
of
God
,
which
is
the
secret
of
religion
--
these
are
the
two
things
that
govern
us
.
And
yet
--
--
"
"
Just
turn
your
head
a
little
more
to
the
right
,
Dorian
,
like
a
good
boy
,
"
said
the
painter
,
deep
in
his
work
,
and
conscious
only
that
a
look
had
come
into
the
lad
's
face
that
he
had
never
seen
there
before
.
"
And
yet
,
"
continued
Lord
Henry
,
in
his
low
,
musical
voice
,
and
with
that
graceful
wave
of
the
hand
that
was
always
so
characteristic
of
him
,
and
that
he
had
even
in
his
Eton
days
,
"
I
believe
that
if
one
man
were
to
live
out
his
life
fully
and
completely
,
were
to
give
form
to
every
feeling
,
expression
to
every
thought
,
reality
to
every
dream
--
I
believe
that
the
world
would
gain
such
a
fresh
impulse
of
joy
that
we
would
forget
all
the
maladies
of
mediævalism
,
and
return
to
the
Hellenic
ideal
--
to
something
finer
,
richer
,
than
the
Hellenic
ideal
,
it
may
be
.
But
the
bravest
man
amongst
us
is
afraid
of
himself
.
The
mutilation
of
the
savage
has
its
tragic
survival
in
the
self-denial
that
mars
our
lives
.
We
are
punished
for
our
refusals
.
Every
impulse
that
we
strive
to
strangle
broods
in
the
mind
,
and
poisons
us
.
The
body
sins
once
,
and
has
done
with
its
sin
,
for
action
is
a
mode
of
purification
.
Nothing
remains
then
but
the
recollection
of
a
pleasure
,
or
the
luxury
of
a
regret
.
The
only
way
to
get
rid
of
a
temptation
is
to
yield
to
it
.
Resist
it
,
and
your
soul
grows
sick
with
longing
for
the
things
it
has
forbidden
to
itself
,
with
desire
for
what
its
monstrous
laws
have
made
monstrous
and
unlawful
.
It
has
been
said
that
the
great
events
of
the
world
take
place
in
the
brain
.
It
is
in
the
brain
,
and
the
brain
only
,
that
the
great
sins
of
the
world
take
place
also
.
You
,
Mr.
Gray
,
you
yourself
,
with
your
rose-red
youth
and
your
rose-white
boyhood
,
you
have
had
passions
that
have
made
you
afraid
,
thoughts
that
have
filled
you
with
terror
,
day-dreams
and
sleeping
dreams
whose
mere
memory
might
stain
your
cheek
with
shame
--
--
"
