This is a conversation between Dorian Gray who is posing for Basil the painter… Lord Henry is a friend of Basil’s, and is just meeting Dorian Gray for the first time…
” You have the most marvelous youth and youth is the one thing worth having” “I don’t feel that, Lord Henry.” ” No, you don’t feel it now. Someday, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with its hideous fires, you will feel it, you will feel it terribly. Now wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so?… You have a wonderfully beautiful face, Mr Gray. Don’t frown. You have. And beauty is a form of Genius– is higher indeed than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has its divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it. You smile? Ah! When you have lost it you won’t smile…People say sometimes that Beauty is only superficial. That may be so. But at least it is not so superficial as Thought is. To me, Beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. Yes, Mr. Gray, the gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats. Every month as it wanes brings you nearer to something dreadful. Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses. You will become sallow and hollow cheeked, and dull-eyed. You will suffer horribly…Ah! realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age. Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations.Be afraid of nothing… a new Hedonism… that is what our century wants. You might be it’s visible symbol. With your personality there’s nothing you could not do. The world belongs to you for a season…The moment I met you I saw that you were quite unconscious of what you really are, of what you really might be…….Comments: Wow that’s some of the most beautiful words I’ve ever seen strung together.. they’re long on beauty, but lack a certain morality… to each his own I guess… the wonderful Oscar Wilde.
Frankie The Earthman 