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"
Yes
,
I
knew
you
would
;
but
it
is
quite
true
,
all
the
same
.
"
"
Too
much
of
yourself
in
it
!
Upon
my
word
,
Basil
,
I
did
n't
know
you
were
so
vain
;
and
I
really
ca
n't
see
any
resemblance
between
you
,
with
your
rugged
strong
face
and
your
coal-black
hair
,
and
this
young
Adonis
,
who
looks
as
if
he
was
made
out
of
ivory
and
rose-leaves
.
Why
,
my
dear
Basil
,
he
is
a
Narcissus
,
and
you
--
well
,
of
course
you
have
an
intellectual
expression
,
and
all
that
.
But
beauty
,
real
beauty
,
ends
where
an
intellectual
expression
begins
.
Intellect
is
in
itself
a
mode
of
exaggeration
,
and
destroys
the
harmony
of
any
face
.
The
moment
one
sits
down
to
think
,
one
becomes
all
nose
,
or
all
forehead
,
or
something
horrid
.
Look
at
the
successful
men
in
any
of
the
learned
professions
.
How
perfectly
hideous
they
are
!
Except
,
of
course
,
in
the
Church
.
But
then
in
the
Church
they
do
n't
think
.
A
bishop
keeps
on
saying
at
the
age
of
eighty
what
he
was
told
to
say
when
he
was
a
boy
of
eighteen
,
and
as
a
natural
consequence
he
always
looks
absolutely
delightful
.
Your
mysterious
young
friend
,
whose
name
you
have
never
told
me
,
but
whose
picture
really
fascinates
me
,
never
thinks
.
I
feel
quite
sure
of
that
.
He
is
some
brainless
,
beautiful
creature
,
who
should
be
always
here
in
winter
when
we
have
no
flowers
to
look
at
,
and
always
here
in
summer
when
we
want
something
to
chill
our
intelligence
.
Do
n't
flatter
yourself
,
Basil
:
you
are
not
in
the
least
like
him
.
"
"
You
do
n't
understand
me
,
Harry
,
"
answered
the
artist
.
"
Of
course
I
am
not
like
him
.
I
know
that
perfectly
well
.
Indeed
,
I
should
be
sorry
to
look
like
him
.
You
shrug
your
shoulders
?
I
am
telling
you
the
truth
.
There
is
a
fatality
about
all
physical
and
intellectual
distinction
,
the
sort
of
fatality
that
seems
to
dog
through
history
the
faltering
steps
of
kings
.
It
is
better
not
to
be
different
from
one
's
fellows
.
The
ugly
and
the
stupid
have
the
best
of
it
in
this
world
.
They
can
sit
at
their
ease
and
gape
at
the
play
.
If
they
know
nothing
of
victory
,
they
are
at
least
spared
the
knowledge
of
defeat
.
They
live
as
we
all
should
live
,
undisturbed
,
indifferent
,
and
without
disquiet
.
They
neither
bring
ruin
upon
others
,
nor
ever
receive
it
from
alien
hands
.
Your
rank
and
wealth
,
Harry
;
my
brains
,
such
as
they
are
--
my
art
,
whatever
it
may
be
worth
;
Dorian
Gray
's
good
looks
--
we
shall
all
suffer
for
what
the
gods
have
given
us
,
suffer
terribly
.
"
"
Dorian
Gray
?
Is
that
his
name
?
"
asked
Lord
Henry
,
walking
across
the
studio
towards
Basil
Hallward
.
"
Yes
,
that
is
his
name
.
I
did
n't
intend
to
tell
it
to
you
.
"
"
But
why
not
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
ca
n't
explain
.
When
I
like
people
immensely
I
never
tell
their
names
to
anyone
.
It
is
like
surrendering
a
part
of
them
.
I
have
grown
to
love
secrecy
.
It
seems
to
be
the
one
thing
that
can
make
modern
life
mysterious
or
marvellous
to
us
.
The
commonest
thing
is
delightful
if
one
only
hides
it
.
When
I
leave
town
now
I
never
tell
my
people
where
I
am
going
.
If
I
did
,
I
would
lose
all
my
pleasure
.
It
is
a
silly
habit
,
I
daresay
,
but
somehow
it
seems
to
bring
a
great
deal
of
romance
into
one
's
life
.
I
suppose
you
think
me
awfully
foolish
about
it
?
"
