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"
My
dear
boy
,
no
woman
is
a
genius
.
Women
are
a
decorative
sex
.
They
never
have
anything
to
say
,
but
they
say
it
charmingly
.
Women
represent
the
triumph
of
matter
over
mind
,
just
as
men
represent
the
triumph
of
mind
over
morals
.
"
"
Harry
,
how
can
you
?
"
"
My
dear
Dorian
,
it
is
quite
true
.
I
am
analysing
women
at
the
present
,
so
I
ought
to
know
.
The
subject
is
not
so
abstruse
as
I
thought
it
was
.
I
find
that
,
ultimately
,
there
are
only
two
kinds
of
women
,
the
plain
and
the
coloured
.
The
plain
women
are
very
useful
.
If
you
want
to
gain
a
reputation
for
respectability
,
you
have
merely
to
take
them
down
to
supper
.
The
other
women
are
very
charming
.
They
commit
one
mistake
,
however
.
They
paint
in
order
to
try
and
look
young
.
Our
grandmothers
painted
in
order
to
try
and
talk
brilliantly
.
Rouge
and
esprit
used
to
go
together
.
That
is
all
over
now
.
As
long
as
a
woman
can
look
ten
years
younger
than
her
own
daughter
,
she
is
perfectly
satisfied
.
As
for
conversation
,
there
are
only
five
women
in
London
worth
talking
to
,
and
two
of
these
ca
n't
be
admitted
into
decent
society
.
However
,
tell
me
about
your
genius
.
How
long
have
you
known
her
?
"
"
Ah
!
Harry
,
your
views
terrify
me
.
"
"
Never
mind
that
.
How
long
have
you
known
her
?
"
"
About
three
weeks
.
"
"
And
where
did
you
come
across
her
?
"
"
I
will
tell
you
,
Harry
;
but
you
must
n't
be
unsympathetic
about
it
.
After
all
,
it
never
would
have
happened
if
I
had
not
met
you
.
You
filled
me
with
a
wild
desire
to
know
everything
about
life
.
For
days
after
I
met
you
,
something
seemed
to
throb
in
my
veins
.
As
I
lounged
in
the
Park
,
or
strolled
down
Piccadilly
,
I
used
to
look
at
every
one
who
passed
me
,
and
wonder
,
with
a
mad
curiosity
,
what
sort
of
lives
they
led
.
Some
of
them
fascinated
me
.
Others
filled
me
with
terror
.
There
was
an
exquisite
poison
in
the
air
.
I
had
a
passion
for
sensations
...
.
Well
,
one
evening
about
seven
o'clock
o'clock
,
I
determined
to
go
out
in
search
of
some
adventure
.
I
felt
that
this
grey
,
monstrous
London
of
ours
,
with
its
myriads
of
people
,
its
sordid
sinners
,
and
its
splendid
sins
,
as
you
once
phrased
it
,
must
have
something
in
store
for
me
.
I
fancied
a
thousand
things
.
The
mere
danger
gave
me
a
sense
of
delight
.
I
remembered
what
you
had
said
to
me
on
that
wonderful
evening
when
we
first
dined
together
,
about
the
search
for
beauty
being
the
real
secret
of
life
.
I
do
n't
know
what
I
expected
,
but
I
went
out
and
wandered
eastward
,
soon
losing
my
way
in
a
labyrinth
of
grimy
streets
and
black
,
grassless
squares
.
About
half-past
eight
I
passed
by
an
absurd
little
theatre
,
with
great
flaring
gas-jets
and
gaudy
play-bills
.
A
hideous
Jew
,
in
the
most
amazing
waistcoat
I
ever
beheld
in
my
life
,
was
standing
at
the
entrance
,
smoking
a
vile
cigar
.
He
had
greasy
ringlets
,
and
an
enormous
diamond
blazed
in
the
centre
of
a
soiled
shirt
.
'
'
Have
a
box
,
my
Lord
?
'
he
said
,
when
he
saw
me
,
and
he
took
off
his
hat
with
an
air
of
gorgeous
servility
.
There
was
something
about
him
,
Harry
,
that
amused
me
.
He
was
such
a
monster
.
You
will
laugh
at
me
,
I
know
,
but
I
really
went
in
and
paid
a
whole
guinea
for
the
stage-box
.
To
the
present
day
I
ca
n't
make
out
why
I
did
so
;
and
yet
if
I
had
n't
--
my
dear
Harry
,
if
I
had
n't
,
I
should
have
missed
the
greatest
romance
of
my
life
.
I
see
you
are
laughing
.
It
is
horrid
of
you
!
"
