《道林格雷的画像》第6章

〃that　is　very　horrid　to　her；　and　not　very　nice　to　me；〃　answered　dorian；　laughing。
lord　henry　looked　at　him。　yes；　he　was　certainly　wonderfully　handsome；　with　his　finely　curved　scarlet　lips；　his　frank　blue　eyes；　his　crisp　gold　hair。　there　was　something　in　his　face　that　made　one　trust　him　at　once。　all　the　candour　of　youth　was　there；　as　well　as　all　youths　passionate　purity。　one　felt　that　he　had　kept　himself　unspotted　from　the　world。　no　wonder　basil　hallward　worshipped　him。
〃you　are　too　charming　to　go　in　for　philanthropy；　mr。　gray……far　too　charming。〃　and　lord　henry　flung　himself　down　on　the　divan　and　opened　his　cigarette…case。
the　painter　had　been　busy　mixing　his　colours　and　getting　his　brushes　ready。　he　was　looking　worried；　and　when　he　heard　lord　henrys　last　remark；　he　glanced　at　him；　hesitated　for　a　moment；　and　then　said；　〃harry；　i　want　to　finish　this　picture　to…day。　would　you　think　it　awfully　rude　of　me　if　i　asked　you　to　go　away？〃
lord　henry　smiled　and　looked　at　dorian　gray。　〃am　i　to　go；　mr。　gray？〃　he　asked。
〃oh；　please　dont；　lord　henry。　i　see　that　basil　is　in　one　of　his　sulky　moods；　and　i　cant　bear　him　when　he　sulks。　besides；　i　want　you　to　tell　me　why　i　should　not　go　in　for　philanthropy。〃
〃i　dont　know　that　i　shall　tell　you　that；　mr。　gray。　it　is　so　tedious　a　subject　that　one　would　have　to　talk　seriously　about　it。　but　i　certainly　shall　not　run　away；　now　that　you　have　asked　me　to　stop。　you　dont　really　mind；　basil；　do　you？　you　have　often　told　me　that　you　liked　your　sitters　to　have　some　one　to　chat　to。〃
hallward　bit　his　lip。　〃if　dorian　wishes　it；　of　course　you　must　stay。　dorians　whims　are　laws　to　everybody；　except　himself。〃
lord　henry　took　up　his　hat　and　gloves。　〃you　are　very　pressing；　basil；　but　i　am　afraid　i　must　go。　i　have　promised　to　meet　a　man　at　the　orleans。　good…bye；　mr。　gray。　e　and　see　me　some　afternoon　in　curzon　street。　i　am　nearly　always　at　home　at　five　oclock。　write　to　me　when　you　are　ing。　i　should　be　sorry　to　miss　you。〃
〃basil；〃　cried　dorian　gray；　〃if　lord　henry　wotton　goes；　i　shall　go；　too。　you　never　open　your　lips　while　you　are　painting；　and　it　is　horribly　dull　standing　on　a　platform　and　trying　to　look　pleasant。　ask　him　to　stay。　i　insist　upon　it。〃
〃stay；　harry；　to　oblige　dorian；　and　to　oblige　me；〃　said　hallward；　gazing　intently　at　his　picture。　〃it　is　quite　true；　i　never　talk　when　i　am　working；　and　never　listen　either；　and　it　must　be　dreadfully　tedious　for　my　unfortunate　sitters。　i　beg　you　to　stay。〃
〃but　what　about　my　man　at　the　orleans？〃
the　painter　laughed。　〃i　dont　think　there　will　be　any　difficulty　about　that。　sit　down　again；　harry。　and　now；　dorian；　get　up　on　the　platform；　and　dont　move　about　too　much；　or　pay　any　attention　to　what　lord　henry　says。　he　has　a　very　bad　influence　over　all　his　friends；　with　the　single　exception　of　myself。〃
dorian　gray　stepped　up　on　the　dais　with　the　air　of　a　young　greek　martyr；　and　made　a　little　moue　of　discontent　to　lord　henry；　to　whom　he　had　rather　taken　a　fancy。　he　was　so　unlike　basil。　they　made　a　delightful　contrast。　and　he　had　such　a　beautiful　voice。　after　a　few　moments　he　said　to　him；　〃have　you　really　a　very　bad　influence；　lord　henry？　as　bad　as　basil　says？〃
〃there　is　no　such　thing　as　a　good　influence；　mr。　gray。　all　influence　is　immoral……immoral　from　the　scientific　point　of　view。〃
〃why？〃
〃because　to　influence　a　person　is　to　give　him　ones　own　soul。　he　does　not　think　his　natural　thoughts；　or　burn　with　his　natural　passions。　his　virtues　are　not　real　to　him。　his　sins；　if　there　are　such　things　as　sins；　are　borrowed。　he　bees　an　echo　of　some　one　elses　music；　an　actor　of　a　part　that　has　not　been　written　for　him。　the　aim　of　life　is　self…development。　to　realize　ones　nature　perfectly……that　is　what　each　of　us　is　here　for。　people　are　afraid　of　themselves；　nowadays。　they　have　forgotten　the　highest　of　all　duties；　the　duty　that　one　owes　to　ones　self。　of　course；　they　are　charitable。　they　feed　the　hungry　and　clothe　the　beggar。　but　their　own　souls　starve；　and　are　naked。　courage　has　gone　out　of　our　race。　perhaps　we　never　really　had　it。　the　terror　of　society；　which　is　the　basis　of　morals；　the　terror　of　god；　which　is　the　secret　of　religion……these　are　the　two　things　that　govern　us。　and　yet……〃
〃just　turn　your　head　a　little　more　to　the　right；　dorian；　like　a　good　boy；〃　said　the　painter；　deep　in　his　work　and　conscious　only　that　a　look　had　e　into　the　lads　face　that　he　had　never　seen　there　before。
〃and　yet；〃　continued　lord　henry；　in　his　low；　musical　voice；　and　with　that　graceful　wave　of　the　hand　that　was　always　so　characteristic　of　him；　and　that　he　had　even　in　his　eton　days；　〃i　believe　that　if　one　man　were　to　live　out　his　life　fully　and　pletely；　were　to　give　form　to　every　feeling；　expression　to　every　thought；　reality　to　every　dream……i　believe　that　the　world　would　gain　such　a　fresh　impulse　of　joy　that　we　would　forget　all　the　maladies　of　mediaevalism；　and　return　to　the　hellenic　ideal……　to　something　finer；　richer　than　the　hellenic　ideal；　it　may　be。　but　the　bravest　man　amongst　us　is　afraid　of　himself。　the　mutilation　of　the　savage　has　its　tragic　survival　in　the　self…denial　that　mars　our　lives。　we　are　punished　for　our　refusals。　every　impulse　that　we　strive　to　strangle　broods　in　the　mind　and　poisons　us。　the　body　sins　once；　and　has　done　with　its　sin；　for　action　is　a　mode　of　purification。　nothing　remains　then　but　the　recollection　of　a　pleasure；　or　the　luxury　of　a　regret。　the　only　way　to　get　rid　of　a　temptation　is　to　yield　to　it。　resist　it；　and　your　soul　grows　sick　with　longing　for　the　things　it　has　forbidden　to　itself；　with　desire　for　what　its　monstrous　laws　have　made　monstrous　and　unlawful。　it　has　been　said　that　the　great　events　of　the　world　take　place　in　the　brain。　it　is　in　the　brain；　and　the　brain　only；　that　the　great　sins　of　the　world　take　place　also。　you；　mr。　gray；　you　yourself；　with　your　rose…red　youth　and　your　rose…white　boyhood；　you　have　had　passions　that　have　made　you　afraid；　thoughts　that　have　fined　you　with　terror；　day…dreams　and　sleeping　dreams　whose　mere　memory　might　stain　your　cheek　with　shame……〃
〃stop！〃　faltered　dorian　gray；　〃stop！　you　bewilder　me。　i　dont　know　what　to　say。　there　is　some　answer　to　you；　but　i　cannot　find　it。　dont　speak。　let　me　think。　o