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〃i dont believe that； harry； and i dont believe you do either。 however； whatever was my motiveand it may have been pride； for i used to be very proudi certainly struggled to the door。 there； of course； i stumbled against lady brandon。 you are not going to run away so soon； mr。 hallward？ she screamed out。 you know her curiously shrill voice？〃
〃yes； she is a peacock in everything but beauty；〃 said lord henry； pulling the daisy to bits with his long nervous fingers。
〃i could not get rid of her。 she brought me up to royalties； and people with stars and garters； and elderly ladies with gigantic tiaras and parrot noses。 she spoke of me as her dearest friend。 i had only met her once before； but she took it into her head to lionize me。 i believe some picture of mine had made a great success at the time； at least had been chattered about in the penny newspapers； which is the nineteenth…century standard of immortality。 suddenly i found myself face to face with the young man whose personality had so strangely stirred me。 we were quite close； almost touching。 our eyes met again。 it was reckless of me； but i asked lady brandon to introduce me to him。 perhaps it was not so reckless； after all。 it was simply inevitable。 we would have spoken to each other without any introduction。 i am sure of that。 dorian told me so afterwards。 he； too； felt that we were destined to know each other。〃
〃and how did lady brandon describe this wonderful young man？〃 asked his panion。 〃i know she goes in for giving a rapid precis of all her guests。 i remember her bringing me up to a truculent and red…faced old gentleman covered all over with orders and ribbons； and hissing into my ear； in a tragic whisper which must have been perfectly audible to everybody in the room； the most astounding details。 i simply fled。 i like to find out people for myself。 but lady brandon treats her guests exactly as an auctioneer treats his goods。 she either explains them entirely away； or tells one everything about them except what one wants to know。〃
〃poor lady brandon！ you are hard on her； harry！〃 said hallward listlessly。
〃my dear fellow； she tried to found a salon； and only succeeded in opening a restaurant。 how could i admire her？ but tell me； what did she say about mr。 dorian gray？〃
〃oh； something like； charming boypoor dear mother and i absolutely inseparable。 quite forget what he doesafraid he doesnt do anythingoh； yes； plays the pianoor is it the violin； dear mr。 gray？ neither of us could help laughing； and we became friends at once。〃
〃laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship； and it is far the best ending for one；〃 said the young lord； plucking another daisy。
hallward shook his head。 〃you dont understand what friendship is； harry；〃 he murmured〃or what enmity is； for that matter。 you like every one； that is to say； you are indifferent to every one。〃
〃how horribly unjust of you！〃 cried lord henry； tilting his hat back and looking up at the little clouds that； like ravelled skeins of glossy white silk； were drifting across the hollowed turquoise of the summer sky。 〃yes； horribly unjust of you。 i make a great difference between people。 i choose my friends for their good looks； my acquaintances for their good characters； and my enemies for their good intellects。 a man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies。 i have not got one who is a fool。 they are all men of some intellectual power； and consequently they all appreciate me。 is that very vain of me？ i think it is rather vain。〃
〃i should think it was； harry。 but according to your category i must be merely an acquaintance。〃
〃my dear old basil； you are much more than an acquaintance。〃
〃and much less than a friend。 a sort of brother； i suppose？〃
〃oh； brothers！ i dont care for brothers。 my elder brother wont die； and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else。〃
〃harry！〃 exclaimed hallward； frowning。
〃my dear fellow； i am not quite serious。 but i cant help detesting my relations。 i suppose it es from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves。 i quite sympathize with the rage of the english democracy against what they call the vices of the upper orders。 the masses feel that drunkenness； stupidity； and immorality should be their own special property； and that if any one of us makes an ass of himself； he is poaching on their preserves。 when poor southwark got into the divorce court； their indignation was quite magnificent。 and yet i dont suppose that ten per cent of the proletariat live correctly。〃
〃i dont agree with a single word that you have said； and； what is more； harry； i feel sure you dont either。〃
lord henry stroked his pointed brown beard and tapped the toe of his patent…leather boot with a tasselled ebony cane。 〃how english you are basil！ that is the second time you have made that observation。 if one puts forward an idea to a true englishmanalways a rash thing to dohe never dreams of considering whether the idea is right or wrong。 the only thing he considers of any importance is whether one believes it oneself。 now； the value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it。 indeed； the probabilities are that the more insincere the man is； the more purely intellectual will the idea be； as in that case it will not be coloured by either his wants； his desires； or his prejudices。 however； i dont propose to discuss politics； sociology； or metaphysics with you。 i like persons better than principles； and i like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world。 tell me more about mr。 dorian gray。 how often do you see him？〃
〃every day。 i couldnt be happy if i didnt see him every day。 he is absolutely necessary to me。〃
〃how extraordinary！ i thought you would never care for anything but your art。〃
〃he is all my art to me now；〃 said the painter gravely。 〃i sometimes think； harry； that there are only two eras of any importance in the worlds history。 the first is the appearance of a new medium for art； and the second is the appearance of a new personality for art also。 what the invention of oil…painting was to the venetians； the face of antinous was to late greek sculpture； and the face of dorian gray will some day be to me。 it is not merely that i paint from him； draw from him； sketch from him。 of course； i have done all that。 but he is much more to me than a model or a sitter。 i wont tell you that i am dissatisfied with what i have done of him； or that his beauty is such that art cannot express it。 there is nothing that art cannot express； and i know that the work i have done； since i met dorian gray； is good work； is the best work of my life。 but in some curious wayi wonder will you understand me？his personality has suggested to me an entirely new manner in art； an entirely new mode of style。 i see things differently； i think of them differently。 i can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me before。 a dream of form in days of thoughtwho is it who says that？ i forget； but it is what dorian gray has been to me。 the merely visible presence of this ladfor he seems to me little more than a lad； though he is really over twenty his merely visible p