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"
Poets
are
not
so
scrupulous
as
you
are
.
They
know
how
useful
passion
is
for
publication
.
Nowadays
a
broken
heart
will
run
to
many
editions
.
"
"
I
hate
them
for
it
,
"
cried
Hallward
.
"
An
artist
should
create
beautiful
things
,
but
should
put
nothing
of
his
own
life
into
them
.
We
live
in
an
age
when
men
treat
art
as
if
it
were
meant
to
be
a
form
of
autobiography
.
We
have
lost
the
abstract
sense
of
beauty
.
Some
day
I
will
show
the
world
what
it
is
;
and
for
that
reason
the
world
shall
never
see
my
portrait
of
Dorian
Gray
.
"
"
I
think
you
are
wrong
,
Basil
,
but
I
wo
n't
argue
with
you
.
It
is
only
the
intellectually
lost
who
ever
argue
.
Tell
me
,
is
Dorian
Gray
very
fond
of
you
?
"
The
painter
considered
for
a
few
moments
.
"
He
likes
me
,
"
he
answered
,
after
a
pause
;
"
I
know
he
likes
me
.
Of
course
I
flatter
him
dreadfully
.
I
find
a
strange
pleasure
in
saying
things
to
him
that
I
know
I
shall
be
sorry
for
having
said
.
As
a
rule
,
he
is
charming
to
me
,
and
we
sit
in
the
studio
and
talk
of
a
thousand
things
.
Now
and
then
,
however
,
he
is
horribly
thoughtless
,
and
seems
to
take
a
real
delight
in
giving
me
pain
.
Then
I
feel
,
Harry
,
that
I
have
given
away
my
whole
soul
to
someone
who
treats
it
as
if
it
were
a
flower
to
put
in
his
coat
,
a
bit
of
decoration
to
charm
his
vanity
,
an
ornament
for
a
summer
's
day
.
"
"
Days
in
summer
,
Basil
,
are
apt
to
linger
,
"
murmured
Lord
Henry
.
"
Perhaps
you
will
tire
sooner
than
he
will
.
It
is
a
sad
thing
to
think
of
,
but
there
is
no
doubt
that
Genius
lasts
longer
than
Beauty
.
That
accounts
for
the
fact
that
we
all
take
such
pains
to
over-educate
ourselves
.
In
the
wild
struggle
for
existence
,
we
want
to
have
something
that
endures
,
and
so
we
fill
our
minds
with
rubbish
and
facts
,
in
the
silly
hope
of
keeping
our
place
.
The
thoroughly
well-informed
man
--
that
is
the
modern
ideal
.
And
the
mind
of
the
thoroughly
well-informed
man
is
a
dreadful
thing
.
It
is
like
a
bric-à-brac
shop
,
all
monsters
and
dust
,
with
everything
priced
above
its
proper
value
.
I
think
you
will
tire
first
,
all
the
same
.
Some
day
you
will
look
at
your
friend
,
and
he
will
seem
to
you
to
be
a
little
out
of
drawing
,
or
you
wo
n't
like
his
tone
of
colour
,
or
something
.
You
will
bitterly
reproach
him
in
your
own
heart
,
and
seriously
think
that
he
has
behaved
very
badly
to
you
.
The
next
time
he
calls
,
you
will
be
perfectly
cold
and
indifferent
.
It
will
be
a
great
pity
,
for
it
will
alter
you
.
What
you
have
told
me
is
quite
a
romance
,
a
romance
of
art
one
might
call
it
,
and
the
worst
of
having
a
romance
of
any
kind
is
that
it
leaves
one
so
unromantic
.
"
"
Harry
,
do
n't
talk
like
that
.
As
long
as
I
live
,
the
personality
of
Dorian
Gray
will
dominate
me
.
You
ca
n't
feel
what
I
feel
.
You
change
too
often
.
"
"
Ah
,
my
dear
Basil
,
that
is
exactly
why
I
can
feel
it
.
Those
who
are
faithful
know
only
the
trivial
side
of
love
:
it
is
the
faithless
who
know
love
's
tragedies
.
"
And
Lord
Henry
struck
a
light
on
a
dainty
silver
case
,
and
began
to
smoke
a
cigarette
with
a
self-conscious
and
satisfied
air
,
as
if
he
had
summed
up
the
world
in
a
phrase
.
There
was
a
rustle
of
chirruping
sparrows
in
the
green
lacquer
leaves
of
the
ivy
,
and
the
blue
cloud-shadows
chased
themselves
across
the
grass
like
swallows
.
How
pleasant
it
was
in
the
garden
And
how
delightful
other
people
's
emotions
were
!
--
much
more
delightful
than
their
ideas
,
it
seemed
to
him
.
One
's
own
soul
,
and
the
passions
of
one
's
friends
--
those
were
the
fascinating
things
in
life
.
He
pictured
to
himself
with
silent
amusement
the
tedious
luncheon
that
he
had
missed
by
staying
so
long
with
Basil
Hallward
.
Had
he
gone
to
his
aunt
's
he
would
have
been
sure
to
have
met
Lord
Goodbody
there
,
and
the
whole
conversation
would
have
been
about
the
feeding
of
the
poor
,
and
the
necessity
for
model
lodging-houses
.
Each
class
would
have
preached
the
importance
of
those
virtues
,
for
whose
exercise
there
was
no
necessity
in
their
own
lives
.
The
rich
would
have
spoken
on
the
value
of
thrift
,
and
the
idle
grown
eloquent
over
the
dignity
of
labour
.
It
was
charming
to
have
escaped
all
that
!
As
he
thought
of
his
aunt
,
an
idea
seemed
to
strike
him
.
He
turned
to
Hallward
,
and
said
,
"
My
dear
fellow
,
I
have
just
remembered
.
"
