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〃well； i cant help going to see sibyl play；〃 he cried； 〃even if it is only for a single act。 i get hungry for her presence； and when i think of the wonderful soul that is hidden away in that little ivory body； i am filled with awe。〃
〃you can dine with me to…night； dorian； cant you？〃
he shook his head。 〃to…night she is imogen；〃 he answered； 〃and to…morrow night she will be juliet。〃
〃when is she sibyl vane？〃
〃never。〃
〃i congratulate you。〃
〃how horrid you are！ she is all the great heroines of the world in one。 she is more than an individual。 you laugh； but i tell you she has genius。 i love her； and i must make her love me。 you； who know all the secrets of life； tell me how to charm sibyl vane to love me！ i want to make romeo jealous。 i want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad。 i want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness； to wake their ashes into pain。 my god； harry； how i worship her！〃 he was walking up and down the room as he spoke。 hectic spots of red burned on his cheeks。 he was terribly excited。
lord henry watched him with a subtle sense of pleasure。 how different he was now from the shy frightened boy he had met in basil hallwards studio！ his nature had developed like a flower； had borne blossoms of scarlet flame。 out of its secret hiding…place had crept his soul； and desire had e to meet it on the way。
〃and what do you propose to do？〃 said lord henry at last。
〃i want you and basil to e with me some night and see her act。 i have not the slightest fear of the result。 you are certain to acknowledge her genius。 then we must get her out of the jews hands。 she is bound to him for three yearsat least for two years and eight months from the present time。 i shall have to pay him something； of course。 when all that is settled； i shall take a west end theatre and bring her out properly。 she will make the world as mad as she has made me。〃
〃that would be impossible； my dear boy。〃
〃yes； she will。 she has not merely art； consummate art…instinct； in her； but she has personality also； and you have often told me that it is personalities； not principles； that move the age。〃
〃well； what night shall we go？〃
〃let me see。 to…day is tuesday。 let us fix to…morrow。 she plays juliet to…morrow。〃
〃all right。 the bristol at eight oclock； and i will get basil。〃
〃not eight； harry； please。 half…past six。 we must be there before the curtain rises。 you must see her in the first act； where she meets romeo。〃
〃half…past six！ what an hour！ it will be like having a meat…tea； or reading an english novel。 it must be seven。 no gentleman dines before seven。 shall you see basil between this and then？ or shall i write to him？〃
〃dear basil！ i have not laid eyes on him for a week。 it is rather horrid of me； as he has sent me my portrait in the most wonderful frame； specially designed by himself； and； though i am a little jealous of the picture for being a whole month younger than i am； i must admit that i delight in it。 perhaps you had better write to him。 i dont want to see him alone。 he says things that annoy me。 he gives me good advice。〃
lord henry smiled。 〃people are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves。 it is what i call the depth of generosity。〃
〃oh； basil is the best of fellows； but he seems to me to be just a bit of a philistine。 since i have known you； harry； i have discovered that。〃
〃basil； my dear boy； puts everything that is charming in him into his work。 the consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his prejudices； his principles； and his mon sense。 the only artists i have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists。 good artists exist simply in what they make； and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are。 a great poet； a really great poet； is the most unpoetical of all creatures。 but inferior poets are absolutely fascinating。 the worse their rhymes are； the more picturesque they look。 the mere fact of having published a book of second…rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible。 he lives the poetry that he cannot write。 the others write the poetry that they dare not realize。〃
〃i wonder is that really so； harry？〃 said dorian gray； putting some perfume on his handkerchief out of a large； gold…topped bottle that stood on the table。 〃it must be； if you say it。 and now i am off。 imogen is waiting for me。 dont forget about to…morrow。 good…bye。〃
as he left the room； lord henrys heavy eyelids drooped； and he began to think。 certainly few people had ever interested him so much as dorian gray； and yet the lads mad adoration of some one else caused him not the slightest pang of annoyance or jealousy。 he was pleased by it。 it made him a more interesting study。 he had been always enthralled by the methods of natural science； but the ordinary subject…matter of that science had seemed to him trivial and of no import。 and so he had begun by vivisecting himself； as he had ended by vivisecting others。 human lifethat appeared to him the one thing worth investigating。 pared to it there was nothing else of any value。 it was true that as one watched life in its curious crucible of pain and pleasure； one could not wear over ones face a mask of glass； nor keep the sulphurous fumes from troubling the brain and making the imagination turbid with monstrous fancies and misshapen dreams。 there were poisons so subtle that to know their properties one had to sicken of them。 there were maladies so strange that one had to pass through them if one sought to understand their nature。 and； yet； what a great reward one received！ how wonderful the whole world became to one！ to note the curious hard logic of passion； and the emotional coloured life of the intellectto observe where they met； and where they separated； at what point they were in unison； and at what point they were at discordthere was a delight in that！ what matter what the cost was？ one could never pay too high a price for any sensation。
he was consciousand the thought brought a gleam of pleasure into his brown agate eyesthat it was through certain words of his； musical words said with musical utterance； that dorian grays soul had turned to this white g