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Lord
Henry
looked
over
at
Mr.
Erskine
.
"
Humanity
takes
itself
too
seriously
.
It
is
the
world
's
original
sin
.
If
the
caveman
had
known
how
to
laugh
,
History
would
have
been
different
.
"
"
You
are
really
very
comforting
,
"
warbled
the
Duchess
.
"
I
have
always
felt
rather
guilty
when
I
came
to
see
your
dear
aunt
,
for
I
take
no
interest
at
all
in
the
East
End
.
For
the
future
I
shall
be
able
to
look
her
in
the
face
without
a
blush
.
"
"
A
blush
is
very
becoming
,
Duchess
,
"
remarked
Lord
Henry
.
"
Only
when
one
is
young
,
"
she
answered
.
"
When
an
old
woman
like
myself
blushes
,
it
is
a
very
bad
sign
.
Ah
!
Lord
Henry
,
I
wish
you
would
tell
me
how
to
become
young
again
.
"
He
thought
for
a
moment
.
"
Can
you
remember
any
great
error
that
you
committed
in
your
early
days
,
Duchess
?
"
he
asked
,
looking
at
her
across
the
table
.
"
A
great
many
,
I
fear
,
"
she
cried
.
"
Then
commit
them
over
again
,
"
he
said
,
gravely
.
"
To
get
back
one
's
youth
,
one
has
merely
to
repeat
one
's
follies
.
"
"
A
delightful
theory
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
I
must
put
it
into
practice
.
"
"
A
dangerous
theory
!
"
came
from
Sir
Thomas
's
tight
lips
.
Lady
Agatha
shook
her
head
,
but
could
not
help
being
amused
.
Mr.
Erskine
listened
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
continued
,
"
that
is
one
of
the
great
secrets
of
life
.
Nowadays
most
people
die
of
a
sort
of
creeping
common
sense
,
and
discover
when
it
is
too
late
that
the
only
things
one
never
regrets
are
one
's
mistakes
.
"
A
laugh
ran
round
the
table
.
He
played
with
the
idea
,
and
grew
wilful
;
tossed
it
into
the
air
and
transformed
it
;
let
it
escape
and
recaptured
it
;
made
it
iridescent
with
fancy
,
and
winged
it
with
paradox
.
The
praise
of
folly
,
as
he
went
on
,
soared
into
a
philosophy
,
and
Philosophy
herself
became
young
,
and
catching
the
mad
music
of
Pleasure
,
wearing
,
one
might
fancy
,
her
wine-stained
robe
and
wreath
of
ivy
,
danced
like
a
Bacchante
over
the
hills
of
life
,
and
mocked
the
slow
Silenus
for
being
sober
.
Facts
fled
before
her
like
frightened
forest
things
.
Her
white
feet
trod
the
huge
press
at
which
wise
Omar
sits
,
till
the
seething
grape-juice
rose
round
her
bare
limbs
in
waves
of
purple
bubbles
,
or
crawled
in
red
foam
over
the
vat
's
black
,
dripping
,
sloping
sides
.
It
was
an
extraordinary
improvisation
.
He
felt
that
the
eyes
of
Dorian
Gray
were
fixed
on
him
,
and
the
consciousness
that
amongst
his
audience
there
was
one
whose
temperament
he
wished
to
fascinate
,
seemed
to
give
his
wit
keenness
,
and
to
lend
colour
to
his
imagination
.
He
was
brilliant
,
fantastic
,
irresponsible
.
He
charmed
his
listeners
out
of
themselves
,
and
they
followed
his
pipe
laughing
.
Dorian
Gray
never
took
his
gaze
off
him
,
but
sat
like
one
under
a
spell
,
smiles
chasing
each
other
over
his
lips
,
and
wonder
growing
grave
in
his
darkening
eyes
.
