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For
the
wonderful
beauty
that
had
so
fascinated
Basil
Hallward
,
and
many
others
besides
him
,
seemed
never
to
leave
him
.
Even
those
who
had
heard
the
most
evil
things
against
him
,
and
from
time
to
time
strange
rumours
about
his
mode
of
life
crept
through
London
and
became
the
chatter
of
the
clubs
,
could
not
believe
anything
to
his
dishonour
when
they
saw
him
.
He
had
always
the
look
of
one
who
had
kept
himself
unspotted
from
the
world
.
Men
who
talked
grossly
became
silent
when
Dorian
Gray
entered
the
room
.
There
was
something
in
the
purity
of
his
face
that
rebuked
them
.
His
mere
presence
seemed
to
recall
to
them
the
memory
of
the
innocence
that
they
had
tarnished
.
They
wondered
how
one
so
charming
and
graceful
as
he
was
could
have
escaped
the
stain
of
an
age
that
was
at
once
sordid
and
sensual
.
Often
,
on
returning
home
from
one
of
those
mysterious
and
prolonged
absences
that
gave
rise
to
such
strange
conjecture
among
those
who
were
his
friends
,
or
thought
that
they
were
so
,
he
himself
would
creep
upstairs
to
the
locked
room
,
open
the
door
with
the
key
that
never
left
him
now
,
and
stand
,
with
a
mirror
,
in
front
of
the
portrait
that
Basil
Hallward
had
painted
of
him
,
looking
now
at
the
evil
and
ageing
face
on
the
canvas
,
and
now
at
the
fair
young
face
that
laughed
back
at
him
from
the
polished
glass
.
The
very
sharpness
of
the
contrast
used
to
quicken
his
sense
of
pleasure
.
He
grew
more
and
more
enamoured
of
his
own
beauty
,
more
and
more
interested
in
the
corruption
of
his
own
soul
.
He
would
examine
with
minute
care
,
and
sometimes
with
a
monstrous
and
terrible
delight
,
the
hideous
lines
that
seared
the
wrinkling
forehead
,
or
crawled
around
the
heavy
sensual
mouth
,
wondering
sometimes
which
were
the
more
horrible
,
the
signs
of
sin
or
the
signs
of
age
.
He
would
place
his
white
hands
beside
the
coarse
bloated
hands
of
the
picture
,
and
smile
.
He
mocked
the
misshapen
body
and
the
failing
limbs
.
There
were
moments
,
indeed
,
at
night
,
when
,
lying
sleepless
in
his
own
delicately-scented
chamber
,
or
in
the
sordid
room
of
the
little
ill-famed
tavern
near
the
Docks
,
which
,
under
an
assumed
name
,
and
in
disguise
,
it
was
his
habit
to
frequent
,
he
would
think
of
the
ruin
he
had
brought
upon
his
soul
,
with
a
pity
that
was
all
the
more
poignant
because
it
was
purely
selfish
.
But
moments
such
as
these
were
rare
.
That
curiosity
about
life
which
Lord
Henry
had
first
stirred
in
him
,
as
they
sat
together
in
the
garden
of
their
friend
,
seemed
to
increase
with
gratification
.
The
more
he
knew
,
the
more
he
desired
to
know
.
He
had
mad
hungers
that
grew
more
ravenous
as
he
fed
them
.
Yet
he
was
not
really
reckless
,
at
any
rate
in
his
relations
to
society
.
Once
or
twice
every
month
during
the
winter
,
and
on
each
Wednesday
evening
while
the
season
lasted
,
he
would
throw
open
to
the
world
his
beautiful
house
and
have
the
most
celebrated
musicians
of
the
day
to
charm
his
guests
with
the
wonders
of
their
art
.
His
little
dinners
,
in
the
settling
of
which
Lord
Henry
always
assisted
him
,
were
noted
as
much
for
the
careful
selection
and
placing
of
those
invited
,
as
for
the
exquisite
taste
shown
in
the
decoration
of
the
table
,
with
its
subtle
symphonic
arrangements
of
exotic
flowers
,
and
embroidered
cloths
,
and
antique
plate
of
gold
and
silver
.
Indeed
,
there
were
many
,
especially
among
the
very
young
men
,
who
saw
,
or
fancied
that
they
saw
,
in
Dorian
Gray
the
true
realisation
of
a
type
of
which
they
had
often
dreamed
in
Eton
or
Oxford
days
,
a
type
that
was
to
combine
something
of
the
real
culture
of
the
scholar
with
all
the
grace
and
distinction
and
perfect
manner
of
a
citizen
of
the
world
.
To
them
he
seemed
to
be
of
the
company
of
those
whom
Dante
describes
as
having
sought
to
"
make
themselves
perfect
by
the
worship
of
beauty
.
"
Like
Gautier
,
he
was
one
for
whom
"
the
visible
world
existed
.
"
And
,
certainly
,
to
him
Life
itself
was
the
first
,
the
greatest
,
of
the
arts
,
and
for
it
all
the
other
arts
seemed
to
be
but
a
preparation
.
Fashion
,
by
which
what
is
really
fantastic
becomes
for
a
moment
universal
,
and
Dandyism
,
which
,
in
its
own
way
,
is
an
attempt
to
assert
the
absolute
modernity
of
beauty
,
had
,
of
course
,
their
fascination
for
him
.
His
mode
of
dressing
,
and
the
particular
styles
that
from
time
to
time
he
affected
,
had
their
marked
influence
on
the
young
exquisites
of
the
Mayfair
balls
and
Pall
Mall
club
windows
,
who
copied
him
in
everything
that
he
did
,
and
tried
to
reproduce
the
accidental
charm
of
his
graceful
,
though
to
him
only
half-serious
,
fopperies
.
For
,
while
he
was
but
too
ready
to
accept
the
position
that
was
almost
immediately
offered
to
him
on
his
coming
of
age
,
and
found
,
indeed
,
a
subtle
pleasure
in
the
thought
that
he
might
really
become
to
the
London
of
his
own
day
what
to
imperial
Neronian
Rome
the
author
of
the
"
Satyricon
"
once
had
been
,
yet
in
his
inmost
heart
he
desired
to
be
something
more
than
a
mere
arbiter
elegantiarum
,
to
be
consulted
on
the
wearing
of
a
jewel
,
or
the
knotting
of
a
necktie
,
or
the
conduct
of
a
cane
.
He
sought
to
elaborate
some
new
scheme
of
life
that
would
have
its
reasoned
philosophy
and
its
ordered
principles
,
and
find
in
the
spiritualising
of
the
senses
its
highest
realisation
.
The
worship
of
the
senses
has
often
,
and
with
much
justice
,
been
decried
,
men
feeling
a
natural
instinct
of
terror
about
passions
and
sensations
that
seem
stronger
than
themselves
,
and
that
they
are
conscious
of
sharing
with
the
less
highly
organised
forms
of
existence
.
