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"
I
am
not
laughing
,
Dorian
;
at
least
I
am
not
laughing
at
you
.
But
you
should
not
say
the
greatest
romance
of
your
life
.
You
should
say
the
first
romance
of
your
life
.
You
will
always
be
loved
,
and
you
will
always
be
in
love
with
love
.
A
grande
passion
is
the
privilege
of
people
who
have
nothing
to
do
.
That
is
the
one
use
of
the
idle
classes
of
a
country
.
Do
n't
be
afraid
.
There
are
exquisite
things
in
store
for
you
.
This
is
merely
the
beginning
.
"
"
Do
you
think
my
nature
so
shallow
?
"
cried
Dorian
Gray
,
angrily
.
"
No
;
I
think
your
nature
so
deep
.
"
"
How
do
you
mean
?
"
"
My
dear
boy
,
the
people
who
love
only
once
in
their
lives
are
really
the
shallow
people
.
What
they
call
their
loyalty
,
and
their
fidelity
,
I
call
either
the
lethargy
of
custom
or
their
lack
of
imagination
.
Faithfulness
is
to
the
emotional
life
what
consistency
is
to
the
life
of
the
intellect
--
simply
a
confession
of
failures
.
Faithfulness
!
I
must
analyse
it
some
day
.
The
passion
for
property
is
in
it
.
There
are
many
things
that
we
would
throw
away
if
we
were
not
afraid
that
others
might
pick
them
up
.
But
I
do
n't
want
to
interrupt
you
.
Go
on
with
your
story
.
"
"
Well
,
I
found
myself
seated
in
a
horrid
little
private
box
,
with
a
vulgar
drop-scene
staring
me
in
the
face
.
I
looked
out
from
behind
the
curtain
,
and
surveyed
the
house
.
It
was
a
tawdry
affair
,
all
Cupids
and
cornucopias
,
like
a
third-rate
wedding
cake
.
The
gallery
and
pit
were
fairy
full
,
but
the
two
rows
of
dingy
stalls
were
quite
empty
,
and
there
was
hardly
a
person
in
what
I
suppose
they
called
the
dress-circle
.
Women
went
about
with
oranges
and
ginger-beer
,
and
there
was
a
terrible
consumption
of
nuts
going
on
.
"
"
It
must
have
been
just
like
the
palmy
days
of
the
British
Drama
.
"
"
Just
like
,
I
should
fancy
,
and
very
depressing
.
I
began
to
wonder
what
on
earth
I
should
do
,
when
I
caught
sight
of
the
play-bill
.
What
do
you
think
the
play
was
,
Harry
?
"
"
I
should
think
'
'
The
Idiot
Boy
,
or
Dumb
but
Innocent
.
'
Our
fathers
used
to
like
that
sort
of
piece
,
I
believe
.
The
longer
I
live
,
Dorian
,
the
more
keenly
I
feel
that
whatever
was
good
enough
for
our
fathers
is
not
good
enough
for
us
.
In
art
,
as
in
politics
,
les
grandpères
ont
toujours
tort
.
"
"
This
play
was
good
enough
for
us
,
Harry
.
It
was
'
'
Romeo
and
Juliet
.
'
I
must
admit
that
I
was
rather
annoyed
at
the
idea
of
seeing
Shakespeare
done
in
such
a
wretched
hole
of
a
place
.
Still
,
I
felt
interested
,
in
a
sort
of
way
.
At
any
rate
,
I
determined
to
wait
for
the
first
act
.
There
was
a
dreadful
orchestra
,
presided
over
by
a
young
Hebrew
who
sat
at
a
cracked
piano
,
that
nearly
drove
me
away
,
but
at
last
the
drop-scene
was
drawn
up
,
and
the
play
began
.
Romeo
was
a
stout
elderly
gentleman
,
with
corked
eyebrows
,
a
husky
tragedy
voice
,
and
a
figure
like
a
beer-barrel
.
Mercutio
was
almost
as
bad
.
He
was
played
by
the
low-comedian
,
who
had
introduced
gags
of
his
own
and
was
on
most
friendly
terms
with
the
pit
.
They
were
both
as
grotesque
as
the
scenery
,
and
that
looked
as
if
it
had
come
out
of
a
country-booth
.
But
Juliet
!
Harry
,
imagine
a
girl
,
hardly
seventeen
years
of
age
,
with
a
little
flower-like
face
,
a
small
Greek
head
with
plaited
coils
of
dark-brown
hair
,
eyes
that
were
violet
wells
of
passion
,
lips
that
were
like
the
petals
of
a
rose
.
She
was
the
loveliest
thing
I
had
ever
seen
in
my
life
.
You
said
to
me
once
that
pathos
left
you
unmoved
,
but
that
beauty
,
mere
beauty
,
could
fill
your
eyes
with
tears
.
I
tell
you
,
Harry
,
I
could
hardly
see
this
girl
for
the
mist
of
tears
that
came
across
me
.
And
her
voice
--
I
never
heard
such
a
voice
.
It
was
very
low
at
first
,
with
deep
mellow
notes
,
that
seemed
to
fall
singly
upon
one
's
ear
.
Then
it
became
a
little
louder
,
and
sounded
like
a
flute
or
a
distant
hautbois
.
In
the
garden-scene
it
had
all
the
tremulous
ecstasy
that
one
hears
just
before
dawn
when
nightingales
are
singing
.
There
were
moments
,
later
on
,
when
it
had
the
wild
passion
of
violins
.
You
know
how
a
voice
can
stir
one
.
Your
voice
and
the
voice
of
Sibyl
Vane
are
two
things
that
I
shall
never
forget
.
When
I
close
my
eyes
,
I
hear
them
,
and
each
of
them
says
something
different
.
I
do
n't
know
which
to
follow
.
Why
should
I
not
love
her
?
Harry
,
I
do
love
her
.
She
is
everything
to
me
in
life
.
