Foryears,DorianGraycouldnotfreehimselffromtheinfluenceofthisbook. Orperhapsitwouldbemoreaccuratetosaythatheneversoughttofreehimselffromit. HeprocuredfromParisnolessthanninelarge-papercopiesofthefirstedition,andhadthemboundindifferentcolours,sothattheymightsuithisvariousmoodsandthechangingfanciesofanatureoverwhichheseemed,attimes,tohavealmostentirelylostcontrol. Thehero,thewonderfulyoungParisianinwhomtheromanticandthescientifictemperamentsweresostrangelyblended,becametohimakindofprefiguringtypeofhimself. And,indeed,thewholebookseemedtohimtocontainthestoryofhisownlife,writtenbeforehehadlivedit. Inonepointhewasmorefortunatethanthenovel’sfantastichero. Heneverknew—never,indeed,hadanycausetoknow—thatsomewhatgrotesquedreadofmirrors,andpolishedmetalsurfaces,andstillwaterwhichcameupontheyoungParisiansoearlyinhislife,andwasoccasionedbythesuddendecayofabeauthathadonce,apparently,beensoremarkable. Itwaswithanalmostcrueljoy—andperhapsinnearlyeveryjoy,ascertainlyineverypleasure,crueltyhasitsplace—thatheusedtoreadthelatterpartofthebook,withitsreallytragic,ifsomewhatoveremphasized,accountofthesorrowanddespairofonewhohadhimselflostwhatinothers,andtheworld,hehadmostdearlyvalued. ForthewonderfulbeautythathadsofascinatedBasilHallward,andmanyothersbesideshim,seemednevertoleavehim. Eventhosewhohadheardthemostevilthingsagainsthim—andfromtimetotimestrangerumoursabouthismodeoflifecreptthroughLondonandbecamethechatteroftheclubs—couldnotbelieveanythingtohisdishonourwhentheysawhim. Hehadalwaysthelookofonewhohadkepthimselfunspottedfromtheworld. MenwhotalkedgrosslybecamesilentwhenDorianGrayenteredtheroom. Therewassomethinginthepurityofhisfacethatrebukedthem. Hismerepresenceseemedtorecalltothemthememoryoftheinnocencethattheyhadtarnished. Theywonderedhowonesocharmingandgracefulashewascouldhaveescapedthestainofanagethatwasatoncesordidandsensual. Often,onreturninghomefromoneofthosemysteriousandprolongedabsencesthatgaverisetosuchstrangeconjectureamongthosewhowerehisfriends,orthoughtthattheywereso,hehimselfwouldcreepupstairstothelockedroom,openthedoorwiththekeythatneverlefthimnow,andstand,withamirror,infrontoftheportraitthatBasilHallwardhadpaintedofhim,lookingnowattheevilandagingfaceonthecanvas,andnowatthefairyoungfacethatlaughedbackathimfromthepolishedglass. Theverysharpnessofthecontrastusedtoquickenhissenseofpleasure. Hegrewmoreandmoreenamouredofhisownbeauty,moreandmoreinterestedinthecorruptionofhisownsoul. Hewouldexaminewithminutecare,andsometimeswithamonstrousandterribledelight,thehideouslinesthatsearedthewrinklingforeheadorcrawledaroundtheheavysensualmouth,wonderingsometimeswhichwerethemorehorrible,thesignsofsinorthesignsofage. Hewouldplacehiswhitehandsbesidethecoarsebloatedhandsofthepicture,andsmile. Hemockedthemisshapenbodyandthefailinglimbs. Thereweremoments,indeed,atnight,when,lyingsleeplessinhisowndelicatelyscentedchamber,orinthesordidroomofthelittleill-famedtavernnearthedockswhich,underanassumednameandindisguise,itwashishabittofrequent,hewouldthinkoftheruinhehadbroughtuponhissoulwithapitythatwasallthemorepoignantbecauseitwaspurelyselfish.Butmomentssuchasthesewererare. ThatcuriosityaboutlifewhichLordHenryhadfirststirredinhim,astheysattogetherinthegardenoftheirfriend,seemedtoincreasewithgratification. Themoreheknew,themorehedesiredtoknow. Hehadmadhungersthatgrewmoreravenousashefedthem. Yethewasnotreallyreckless,atanyrateinhisrelationstosociety. Onceortwiceeverymonthduringthewinter,andoneachWednesdayeveningwhiletheseasonlasted,hewouldthrowopentotheworldhisbeautifulhouseandhavethemostcelebratedmusiciansofthedaytocharmhisguestswiththewondersoftheirart. Hislittledinners,inthesettlingofwhichLordHenryalwaysassistedhim,werenotedasmuchforthecarefulselectionandplacingofthoseinvited,asfortheexquisitetasteshowninthedecorationofthetable,withitssubtlesymphonicarrangementsofexoticflowers,andembroideredcloths,andantiqueplateofgoldandsilver. Indeed,thereweremany,especiallyamongtheveryyoungmen,whosaw,orfanciedthattheysaw,inDorianGraythetruerealizationofatypeofwhichtheyhadoftendreamedinEtonorOxforddays,atypethatwastocombinesomethingoftherealcultureofthescholarwithallthegraceanddistinctionandperfectmannerofacitizenoftheworld. TothemheseemedtobeofthecompanyofthosewhomDantedescribesashavingsoughtto“makethemselvesperfectbytheworshipofbeauty.” LikeGautier,hewasoneforwhom“thevisibleworldexisted.” And,certainly,tohimlifeitselfwasthefirst,thegreatest,ofthearts,andforitalltheotherartsseemedtobebutapreparation. Fashion,bywhichwhatisreallyfantasticbecomesforamomentuniversal,anddandyism,which,initsownway,isanattempttoasserttheabsolutemodernityofbeauty,had,ofcourse,theirfascinationforhim. Hismodeofdressing,andtheparticularstylesthatfromtimetotimeheaffected,hadtheirmarkedinfluenceontheyoungexquisitesoftheMayfairballsandPallMallclubwindows,whocopiedhimineverythingthathedid,andtriedtoreproducetheaccidentalcharmofhisgraceful,thoughtohimonlyhalf-serious,fopperies. For,whilehewasbuttooreadytoacceptthepositionthatwasalmostimmediatelyofferedtohimonhiscomingofage,andfound,indeed,asubtlepleasureinthethoughtthathemightreallybecometotheLondonofhisowndaywhattoimperialNeronianRometheauthoroftheSatyricononcehadbeen,yetinhisinmosthearthedesiredtobesomethingmorethanamerearbiterelegantiarum,tobeconsultedonthewearingofajewel,ortheknottingofanecktie,ortheconductofacane. Hesoughttoelaboratesomenewschemeoflifethatwouldhaveitsreasonedphilosophyanditsorderedprinciples,andfindinthespiritualizingofthesensesitshighestrealization. Theworshipofthesenseshasoften,andwithmuchjustice,beendecried,menfeelinganaturalinstinctofterroraboutpassionsandsensationsthatseemstrongerthanthemselves,andthattheyareconsciousofsharingwiththelesshighlyorganizedformsofexistence. ButitappearedtoDorianGraythatthetruenatureofthesenseshadneverbeenunderstood,andthattheyhadremainedsavageandanimalmerelybecausetheworldhadsoughttostarvethemintosubmissionortokillthembypain,insteadofaimingatmakingthemelementsofanewspirituality,ofwhichafineinstinctforbeautywastobethedominantcharacteristic. Ashelookedbackuponmanmovingthroughhistory,hewashauntedbyafeelingofloss.Somuchhadbeensurrendered!andtosuchlittlepurpose! Therehadbeenmadwilfulrejections,monstrousformsofself-tortureandself-denial,whoseoriginwasfearandwhoseresultwasadegradationinfinitelymoreterriblethanthatfancieddegradationfromwhich,intheirignorance,theyhadsoughttoescape;Nature,inherwonderfulirony,drivingouttheanchoritetofeedwiththewildanimalsofthedesertandgivingtothehermitthebeastsofthefieldashiscompanions. Yes:therewastobe,asLordHenryhadprophesied,anewHedonismthatwastorecreatelifeandtosaveitfromthatharshuncomelypuritanismthatishaving,inourownday,itscuriousrevival. Itwastohaveitsserviceoftheintellect,certainly,yetitwasnevertoacceptanytheoryorsystemthatwouldinvolvethesacrificeofanymodeofpassionateexperience. Itsaim,indeed,wastobeexperienceitself,andnotthefruitsofexperience,sweetorbitterastheymightbe. Oftheasceticismthatdeadensthesenses,asofthevulgarprofligacythatdullsthem,itwastoknownothing. Butitwastoteachmantoconcentratehimselfuponthemomentsofalifethatisitselfbutamoment. Therearefewofuswhohavenotsometimeswakenedbeforedawn,eitherafteroneofthosedreamlessnightsthatmakeusalmostenamouredofdeath,oroneofthosenightsofhorrorandmisshapenjoy,whenthroughthechambersofthebrainsweepphantomsmoreterriblethanrealityitself,andinstinctwiththatvividlifethatlurksinallgrotesques,andthatlendstoGothicartitsenduringvitality,thisartbeing,onemightfancy,especiallytheartofthosewhosemindshavebeentroubledwiththemaladyofreverie. Graduallywhitefingerscreepthroughthecurtains,andtheyappeartotremble. Inblackfantasticshapes,dumbshadowscrawlintothecornersoftheroomandcrouchthere. Outside,thereisthestirringofbirdsamongtheleaves,orthesoundofmengoingforthtotheirwork,orthesighandsobofthewindcomingdownfromthehillsandwanderingroundthesilenthouse,asthoughitfearedtowakethesleepersandyetmustneedscallforthsleepfromherpurplecave. Veilafterveilofthinduskygauzeislifted,andbydegreestheformsandcoloursofthingsarerestoredtothem,andwewatchthedawnremakingtheworldinitsantiquepattern. Thewanmirrorsgetbacktheirmimiclife. Theflamelesstapersstandwherewehadleftthem,andbesidethemliesthehalf-cutbookthatwehadbeenstudying,orthewiredflowerthatwehadwornattheball,ortheletterthatwehadbeenafraidtoread,orthatwehadreadtoooften.Nothingseemstouschanged. Outoftheunrealshadowsofthenightcomesbackthereallifethatwehadknown. Wehavetoresumeitwherewehadleftoff,andtherestealsoverusaterriblesenseofthenecessityforthecontinuanceofenergyinthesamewearisomeroundofstereotypedhabits,orawildlonging,itmaybe,thatoureyelidsmightopensomemorninguponaworldthathadbeenrefashionedanewinthedarknessforourpleasure,aworldinwhichthingswouldhavefreshshapesandcolours,andbechanged,orhaveothersecrets,aworldinwhichthepastwouldhavelittleornoplace,orsurvive,atanyrate,innoconsciousformofobligationorregret,theremembranceevenofjoyhavingitsbitternessandthememoriesofpleasuretheirpain. ItwasthecreationofsuchworldsasthesethatseemedtoDorianGraytobethetrueobject,oramongstthetrueobjects,oflife;andinhissearchforsensationsthatwouldbeatoncenewanddelightful,andpossessthatelementofstrangenessthatissoessentialtoromance,hewouldoftenadoptcertainmodesofthoughtthatheknewtobereallyalientohisnature,abandonhimselftotheirsubtleinfluences,andthen,having,asitwere,caughttheircolourandsatisfiedhisintellectualcuriosity,leavethemwiththatcuriousindifferencethatisnotincompatiblewitharealardouroftemperament,andthat,indeed,accordingtocertainmodernpsychologists,isoftenaconditionofit. ItwasrumouredofhimoncethathewasabouttojointheRomanCatholiccommunion,andcertainlytheRomanritualhadalwaysagreatattractionforhim. Thedailysacrifice,moreawfulreallythanallthesacrificesoftheantiqueworld,stirredhimasmuchbyitssuperbrejectionoftheevidenceofthesensesasbytheprimitivesimplicityofitselementsandtheeternalpathosofthehumantragedythatitsoughttosymbolize. Helovedtokneeldownonthecoldmarblepavementandwatchthepriest,inhisstiffflowereddalmatic,slowlyandwithwhitehandsmovingasidetheveilofthetabernacle,orraisingaloftthejewelled,lantern-shapedmonstrancewiththatpallidwaferthatattimes,onewouldfainthink,isindeedthe“paniscaelestis,”thebreadofangels,or,robedinthegarmentsofthePassionofChrist,breakingtheHostintothechaliceandsmitinghisbreastforhissins. Thefumingcensersthatthegraveboys,intheirlaceandscarlet,tossedintotheairlikegreatgiltflowershadtheirsubtlefascinationforhim. Ashepassedout,heusedtolookwithwonderattheblackconfessionalsandlongtositinthedimshadowofoneofthemandlistentomenandwomenwhisperingthroughtheworngratingthetruestoryoftheirlives. Butheneverfellintotheerrorofarrestinghisintellectualdevelopmentbyanyformalacceptanceofcreedorsystem,orofmistaking,forahouseinwhichtolive,aninnthatisbutsuitableforthesojournofanight,orforafewhoursofanightinwhichtherearenostarsandthemoonisintravail. Mysticism,withitsmarvellouspowerofmakingcommonthingsstrangetous,andthesubtleantinomianismthatalwaysseemstoaccompanyit,movedhimforaseason;andforaseasonheinclinedtothematerialisticdoctrinesoftheDarwinismusmovementinGermany,andfoundacuriouspleasureintracingthethoughtsandpassionsofmentosomepearlycellinthebrain,orsomewhitenerveinthebody,delightingintheconceptionoftheabsolutedependenceofthespiritoncertainphysicalconditions,morbidorhealthy,normalordiseased. Yet,ashasbeensaidofhimbefore,notheoryoflifeseemedtohimtobeofanyimportancecomparedwithlifeitself. Hefeltkeenlyconsciousofhowbarrenallintellectualspeculationiswhenseparatedfromactionandexperiment. Heknewthatthesenses,nolessthanthesoul,havetheirspiritualmysteriestoreveal. Andsohewouldnowstudyperfumesandthesecretsoftheirmanufacture,distillingheavilyscentedoilsandburningodorousgumsfromtheEast. Hesawthattherewasnomoodofthemindthathadnotitscounterpartinthesensuouslife,andsethimselftodiscovertheirtruerelations,wonderingwhattherewasinfrankincensethatmadeonemystical,andinambergristhatstirredone’spassions,andinvioletsthatwokethememoryofdeadromances,andinmuskthattroubledthebrain,andinchampakthatstainedtheimagination;andseekingoftentoelaboratearealpsychologyofperfumes,andtoestimatetheseveralinfluencesofsweet-smellingrootsandscented,pollen-ladenflowers;ofaromaticbalmsandofdarkandfragrantwoods;ofspikenard,thatsickens;ofhovenia,thatmakesmenmad;andofaloes,thataresaidtobeabletoexpelmelancholyfromthesoul. Atanothertimehedevotedhimselfentirelytomusic,andinalonglatticedroom,withavermilion-and-goldceilingandwallsofolive-greenlacquer,heusedtogivecuriousconcertsinwhichmadgipsiestorewildmusicfromlittlezithers,orgrave,yellow-shawledTunisianspluckedatthestrainedstringsofmonstrouslutes,whilegrinningNegroesbeatmonotonouslyuponcopperdrumsand,crouchinguponscarletmats,slimturbanedIndiansblewthroughlongpipesofreedorbrassandcharmed—orfeignedtocharm—greathoodedsnakesandhorriblehornedadders. TheharshintervalsandshrilldiscordsofbarbaricmusicstirredhimattimeswhenSchubert’sgrace,andChopin’sbeautifulsorrows,andthemightyharmoniesofBeethovenhimself,fellunheededonhisear. Hecollectedtogetherfromallpartsoftheworldthestrangestinstrumentsthatcouldbefound,eitherinthetombsofdeadnationsoramongthefewsavagetribesthathavesurvivedcontactwithWesterncivilizations,andlovedtotouchandtrythem. HehadthemysteriousjuruparisoftheRioNegroIndians,thatwomenarenotallowedtolookatandthatevenyouthsmaynotseetilltheyhavebeensubjectedtofastingandscourging,andtheearthenjarsofthePeruviansthathavetheshrillcriesofbirds,andflutesofhumanbonessuchasAlfonsodeOvalleheardinChile,andthesonorousgreenjaspersthatarefoundnearCuzcoandgiveforthanoteofsingularsweetness. Hehadpaintedgourdsfilledwithpebblesthatrattledwhentheywereshaken;thelongclarinoftheMexicans,intowhichtheperformerdoesnotblow,butthroughwhichheinhalestheair;theharshtureoftheAmazontribes,thatissoundedbythesentinelswhositalldaylonginhightrees,andcanbeheard,itissaid,atadistanceofthreeleagues;theteponaztli,thathastwovibratingtonguesofwoodandisbeatenwithsticksthataresmearedwithanelasticgumobtainedfromthemilkyjuiceofplants;theyotl-bellsoftheAztecs,thatarehunginclusterslikegrapes;andahugecylindricaldrum,coveredwiththeskinsofgreatserpents,liketheonethatBernalDiazsawwhenhewentwithCortesintotheMexicantemple,andofwhosedolefulsoundhehasleftussovividadescription. Thefantasticcharacteroftheseinstrumentsfascinatedhim,andhefeltacuriousdelightinthethoughtthatart,likeNature,hashermonsters,thingsofbestialshapeandwithhideousvoices. Yet,aftersometime,heweariedofthem,andwouldsitinhisboxattheopera,eitheraloneorwithLordHenry,listeninginraptpleasureto“Tannhauser”andseeinginthepreludetothatgreatworkofartapresentationofthetragedyofhisownsoul. Ononeoccasionhetookupthestudyofjewels,andappearedatacostumeballasAnnedeJoyeuse,AdmiralofFrance,inadresscoveredwithfivehundredandsixtypearls. Thistasteenthralledhimforyears,and,indeed,maybesaidnevertohavelefthim. Hewouldoftenspendawholedaysettlingandresettlingintheircasesthevariousstonesthathehadcollected,suchastheolive-greenchrysoberylthatturnsredbylamplight,thecymophanewithitswirelikelineofsilver,thepistachio-colouredperidot,rose-pinkandwine-yellowtopazes,carbunclesoffieryscarletwithtremulous,four-rayedstars,flame-redcinnamon-stones,orangeandvioletspinels,andamethystswiththeiralternatelayersofrubyandsapphire. Helovedtheredgoldofthesunstone,andthemoonstone’spearlywhiteness,andthebrokenrainbowofthemilkyopal. HeprocuredfromAmsterdamthreeemeraldsofextraordinarysizeandrichnessofcolour,andhadaturquoisedelavieillerochethatwastheenvyofalltheconnoisseurs. Hediscoveredwonderfulstories,also,aboutjewels. InAlphonso’sClericalisDisciplinaaserpentwasmentionedwitheyesofrealjacinth,andintheromantichistoryofAlexander,theConquerorofEmathiawassaidtohavefoundinthevaleofJordansnakes“withcollarsofrealemeraldsgrowingontheirbacks.” Therewasageminthebrainofthedragon,Philostratustoldus,and“bytheexhibitionofgoldenlettersandascarletrobe”themonstercouldbethrownintoamagicalsleepandslain. Accordingtothegreatalchemist,PierredeBoniface,thediamondrenderedamaninvisible,andtheagateofIndiamadehimeloquent. Thecornelianappeasedanger,andthehyacinthprovokedsleep,andtheamethystdroveawaythefumesofwine. Thegarnetcastoutdemons,andthehydropicusdeprivedthemoonofhercolour. Theselenitewaxedandwanedwiththemoon,andthemeloceus,thatdiscoversthieves,couldbeaffectedonlybythebloodofkids. LeonardusCamillushadseenawhitestonetakenfromthebrainofanewlykilledtoad,thatwasacertainantidoteagainstpoison. Thebezoar,thatwasfoundintheheartoftheArabiandeer,wasacharmthatcouldcuretheplague. InthenestsofArabianbirdswastheaspilates,that,accordingtoDemocritus,keptthewearerfromanydangerbyfire. TheKingofCeilanrodethroughhiscitywithalargerubyinhishand,astheceremonyofhiscoronation. ThegatesofthepalaceofJohnthePriestwere“madeofsardius,withthehornofthehornedsnakeinwrought,sothatnomanmightbringpoisonwithin.” Overthegablewere“twogoldenapples,inwhichweretwocarbuncles,”sothatthegoldmightshinebydayandthecarbunclesbynight. InLodge’sstrangeromance’AMargariteofAmerica’,itwasstatedthatinthechamberofthequeenonecouldbehold“allthechasteladiesoftheworld,inchasedoutofsilver,lookingthroughfairmirroursofchrysolites,carbuncles,sapphires,andgreeneemeraults.” MarcoPolohadseentheinhabitantsofZipanguplacerose-colouredpearlsinthemouthsofthedead. Asea-monsterhadbeenenamouredofthepearlthatthediverbroughttoKingPerozes,andhadslainthethief,andmournedforsevenmoonsoveritsloss. WhentheHunsluredthekingintothegreatpit,heflungitaway—Procopiustellsthestory—norwasiteverfoundagain,thoughtheEmperorAnastasiusofferedfivehundred-weightofgoldpiecesforit. TheKingofMalabarhadshowntoacertainVenetianarosaryofthreehundredandfourpearls,oneforeverygodthatheworshipped. WhentheDukedeValentinois,sonofAlexanderVI,visitedLouisXIIofFrance,hishorsewasloadedwithgoldleaves,accordingtoBrantome,andhiscaphaddoublerowsofrubiesthatthrewoutagreatlight. CharlesofEnglandhadriddeninstirrupshungwithfourhundredandtwenty-onediamonds. RichardIIhadacoat,valuedatthirtythousandmarks,whichwascoveredwithbalasrubies. HalldescribedHenryVIII,onhiswaytotheTowerprevioustohiscoronation,aswearing“ajacketofraisedgold,theplacardembroideredwithdiamondsandotherrichstones,andagreatbauderikeabouthisneckoflargebalasses.” ThefavouritesofJamesIworeear-ringsofemeraldssetingoldfiligrane. EdwardIIgavetoPiersGavestonasuitofred-goldarmourstuddedwithjacinths,acollarofgoldrosessetwithturquoise-stones,andaskull-capparsemewithpearls. HenryIIworejewelledglovesreachingtotheelbow,andhadahawk-glovesewnwithtwelverubiesandfifty-twogreatorients. TheducalhatofCharlestheRash,thelastDukeofBurgundyofhisrace,washungwithpear-shapedpearlsandstuddedwithsapphires. Howexquisitelifehadoncebeen!Howgorgeousinitspompanddecoration!Eventoreadoftheluxuryofthedeadwaswonderful. ThenheturnedhisattentiontoembroideriesandtothetapestriesthatperformedtheofficeoffrescoesinthechillroomsofthenorthernnationsofEurope. Asheinvestigatedthesubject—andhealwayshadanextraordinaryfacultyofbecomingabsolutelyabsorbedforthemomentinwhateverhetookup—hewasalmostsaddenedbythereflectionoftheruinthattimebroughtonbeautifulandwonderfulthings.He,atanyrate,hadescapedthat. Summerfollowedsummer,andtheyellowjonquilsbloomedanddiedmanytimes,andnightsofhorrorrepeatedthestoryoftheirshame,buthewasunchanged. Nowintermarredhisfaceorstainedhisflowerlikebloom. Howdifferentitwaswithmaterialthings!Wherehadtheypassedto? Wherewasthegreatcrocus-colouredrobe,onwhichthegodsfoughtagainstthegiants,thathadbeenworkedbybrowngirlsforthepleasureofAthena? WherethehugevelariumthatNerohadstretchedacrosstheColosseumatRome,thatTitansailofpurpleonwhichwasrepresentedthestarrysky,andApollodrivingachariotdrawnbywhite,gilt-reinedsteeds? Helongedtoseethecurioustable-napkinswroughtforthePriestoftheSun,onwhichweredisplayedallthedaintiesandviandsthatcouldbewantedforafeast;themortuaryclothofKingChilperic,withitsthreehundredgoldenbees;thefantasticrobesthatexcitedtheindignationoftheBishopofPontusandwerefiguredwith“lions,panthers,bears,dogs,forests,rocks,hunters—all,infact,thatapaintercancopyfromnature”;andthecoatthatCharlesofOrleansoncewore,onthesleevesofwhichwereembroideredtheversesofasongbeginning“Madame,jesuistoutjoyeux,”themusicalaccompanimentofthewordsbeingwroughtingoldthread,andeachnote,ofsquareshapeinthosedays,formedwithfourpearls. HereadoftheroomthatwaspreparedatthepalaceatRheimsfortheuseofQueenJoanofBurgundyandwasdecoratedwith“thirteenhundredandtwenty-oneparrots,madeinbroidery,andblazonedwiththeking’sarms,andfivehundredandsixty-onebutterflies,whosewingsweresimilarlyornamentedwiththearmsofthequeen,thewholeworkedingold.” CatherinedeMedicishadamourning-bedmadeforherofblackvelvetpowderedwithcrescentsandsuns. Itscurtainswereofdamask,withleafywreathsandgarlands,figureduponagoldandsilverground,andfringedalongtheedgeswithbroideriesofpearls,anditstoodinaroomhungwithrowsofthequeen’sdevicesincutblackvelvetuponclothofsilver. LouisXIVhadgoldembroideredcaryatidesfifteenfeethighinhisapartment. ThestatebedofSobieski,KingofPoland,wasmadeofSmyrnagoldbrocadeembroideredinturquoiseswithversesfromtheKoran. Itssupportswereofsilvergilt,beautifullychased,andprofuselysetwithenamelledandjewelledmedallions. IthadbeentakenfromtheTurkishcampbeforeVienna,andthestandardofMohammedhadstoodbeneaththetremulousgiltofitscanopy. Andso,forawholeyear,hesoughttoaccumulatethemostexquisitespecimensthathecouldfindoftextileandembroideredwork,gettingthedaintyDelhimuslins,finelywroughtwithgold-threadpalmatesandstitchedoverwithiridescentbeetles’wings;theDaccagauzes,thatfromtheirtransparencyareknownintheEastas“wovenair,”and“runningwater,”and“eveningdew”;strangefiguredclothsfromJava;elaborateyellowChinesehangings;booksboundintawnysatinsorfairbluesilksandwroughtwithfleurs-de-lis,birdsandimages;veilsoflacisworkedinHungarypoint;SicilianbrocadesandstiffSpanishvelvets;Georgianwork,withitsgiltcoins,andJapaneseFoukousas,withtheirgreen-tonedgoldsandtheirmarvellouslyplumagedbirds. Hehadaspecialpassion,also,forecclesiasticalvestments,asindeedhehadforeverythingconnectedwiththeserviceoftheChurch. Inthelongcedarcheststhatlinedthewestgalleryofhishouse,hehadstoredawaymanyrareandbeautifulspecimensofwhatisreallytheraimentoftheBrideofChrist,whomustwearpurpleandjewelsandfinelinenthatshemayhidethepallidmaceratedbodythatiswornbythesufferingthatsheseeksforandwoundedbyself-inflictedpain. Hepossessedagorgeouscopeofcrimsonsilkandgold-threaddamask,figuredwitharepeatingpatternofgoldenpomegranatessetinsix-petalledformalblossoms,beyondwhichoneithersidewasthepine-appledevicewroughtinseed-pearls. TheorphreysweredividedintopanelsrepresentingscenesfromthelifeoftheVirgin,andthecoronationoftheVirginwasfiguredincolouredsilksuponthehood. ThiswasItalianworkofthefifteenthcentury. Anothercopewasofgreenvelvet,embroideredwithheart-shapedgroupsofacanthus-leaves,fromwhichspreadlong-stemmedwhiteblossoms,thedetailsofwhichwerepickedoutwithsilverthreadandcolouredcrystals. Themorseboreaseraph’sheadingold-threadraisedwork. Theorphreyswerewoveninadiaperofredandgoldsilk,andwerestarredwithmedallionsofmanysaintsandmartyrs,amongwhomwasSt.Sebastian. Hehadchasubles,also,ofamber-colouredsilk,andbluesilkandgoldbrocade,andyellowsilkdamaskandclothofgold,figuredwithrepresentationsofthePassionandCrucifixionofChrist,andembroideredwithlionsandpeacocksandotheremblems;dalmaticsofwhitesatinandpinksilkdamask,decoratedwithtulipsanddolphinsandfleurs-de-lis;altarfrontalsofcrimsonvelvetandbluelinen;andmanycorporals,chalice-veils,andsudaria. Inthemysticofficestowhichsuchthingswereput,therewassomethingthatquickenedhisimagination. Forthesetreasures,andeverythingthathecollectedinhislovelyhouse,weretobetohimmeansofforgetfulness,modesbywhichhecouldescape,foraseason,fromthefearthatseemedtohimattimestobealmosttoogreattobeborne. Uponthewallsofthelonelylockedroomwherehehadspentsomuchofhisboyhood,hehadhungwithhisownhandstheterribleportraitwhosechangingfeaturesshowedhimtherealdegradationofhislife,andinfrontofithaddrapedthepurple-and-goldpallasacurtain. Forweekshewouldnotgothere,wouldforgetthehideouspaintedthing,andgetbackhislightheart,hiswonderfuljoyousness,hispassionateabsorptioninmereexistence. Then,suddenly,somenighthewouldcreepoutofthehouse,godowntodreadfulplacesnearBlueGateFields,andstaythere,dayafterday,untilhewasdrivenaway. Onhisreturnhewouldsitinfrontofthehertimes,withthatprideofindividualismthatishalfthefascinationofsin,andsmilingwithsecretpleasureatthemisshapenshadowthathadtobeartheburdenthatshouldhavebeenhisown. AfterafewyearshecouldnotenduretobelongoutofEngland,andgaveupthevillathathehadsharedatTrouvillewithLordHenry,aswellasthelittlewhitewalled-inhouseatAlgierswheretheyhadmorethanoncespentthewinter. Hehatedtobeseparatedfromthepicturethatwassuchapartofhislife,andwasalsoafraidthatduringhisabsencesomeonemightgainaccesstotheroom,inspiteoftheelaboratebarsthathehadcausedtobeplaceduponthedoor. Hewasquiteconsciousthatthiswouldtellthemnothing. Itwastruethattheportraitstillpreserved,underallthefoulnessanduglinessoftheface,itsmarkedlikenesstohimself;butwhatcouldtheylearnfromthat? Hewouldlaughatanyonewhotriedtotaunthim.Hehadnotpaintedit. Whatwasittohimhowvileandfullofshameitlooked? Evenifhetoldthem,wouldtheybelieveit? Yethewasafraid.SometimeswhenhewasdownathisgreathouseinNottinghamshire,entertainingthefashionableyoungmenofhisownrankwhowerehischiefcompanions,andastoundingthecountybythewantonluxuryandgorgeoussplendourofhismodeoflife,hewouldsuddenlyleavehisguestsandrushbacktotowntoseethatthedoorhadnotbeentamperedwithandthatthepicturewasstillthere. Themerethoughtmadehimcoldwithhorror. Surelytheworldwouldknowhissecretthen.Perhapstheworldalreadysuspectedit. For,whilehefascinatedmany,therewerenotafewwhodistrustedhim. HewasverynearlyblackballedataWestEndclubofwhichhisbirthandsocialpositionfullyentitledhimtobecomeamember,anditwassaidthatononeoccasion,whenhewasbroughtbyafriendintothesmoking-roomoftheChurchill,theDukeofBerwickandanothergentlemangotupinamarkedmannerandwentout. Curiousstoriesbecamecurrentabouthimafterhehadpassedhistwenty-fifthyear. ItwasrumouredthathehadbeenseenbrawlingwithforeignsailorsinalowdeninthedistantpartsofWhitechapel,andthatheconsortedwiththievesandcoinersandknewthemysteriesoftheirtrade. Hisextraordinaryabsencesbecamenotorious,and,whenheusedtoreappearagaininsociety,menwouldwhispertoeachotherincorners,orpasshimwithasneer,orlookathimwithcoldsearchingeyes,asthoughtheyweredeterminedtodiscoverhissecret. Ofsuchinsolencesandattemptedslightshe,ofcourse,tooknonotice,andintheopinionofmostpeoplehisfrankdebonairmanner,hischarmingboyishsmile,andtheinfinitegraceofthatwonderfulyouththatseemednevertoleavehim,wereinthemselvesasufficientanswertothecalumnies,forsotheytermedthem,thatwerecirculatedabouthim. Itwasremarked,however,thatsomeofthosewhohadbeenmostintimatewithhimappeared,afteratime,toshunhim. Womenwhohadwildlyadoredhim,andforhissakehadbravedallsocialcensureandsetconventionatdefiance,wereseentogrowpallidwithshameorhorrorifDorianGrayenteredtheroom. Yetthesewhisperedscandalsonlyincreasedintheeyesofmanyhisstrangeanddangerouscharm. Hisgreatwealthwasacertainelementofsecurity. Society—civilizedsociety,atleast—isneververyreadytobelieveanythingtothedetrimentofthosewhoarebothrichandfascinating. Itfeelsinstinctivelythatmannersareofmoreimportancethanmorals,and,initsopinion,thehighestrespectabilityisofmuchlessvaluethanthepossessionofagoodchef. And,afterall,itisaverypoorconsolationtobetoldthatthemanwhohasgivenoneabaddinner,orpoorwine,isirreproachableinhisprivatelife. Eventhecardinalvirtuescannotatoneforhalf-coldentrees,asLordHenryremarkedonce,inadiscussiononthesubject,andthereispossiblyagooddealtobesaidforhisview. Forthecanonsofgoodsocietyare,orshouldbe,thesameasthecanonsofart.Formisabsolutelyessentialtoit. Itshouldhavethedignityofaceremony,aswellasitsunreality,andshouldcombinetheinsincerecharacterofaromanticplaywiththewitandbeautythatmakesuchplaysdelightfultous.Isinsinceritysuchaterriblething?Ithinknot. Itismerelyamethodbywhichwecanmultiplyourpersonalities. Such,atanyrate,wasDorianGray’sopinion. Heusedtowonderattheshallowpsychologyofthosewhoconceivetheegoinmanasathingsimple,permanent,reliable,andofoneessence. Tohim,manwasabeingwithmyriadlivesandmyriadsensations,acomplexmultiformcreaturethatborewithinitselfstrangelegaciesofthoughtandpassion,andwhoseveryfleshwastaintedwiththemonstrousmaladiesofthedead. Helovedtostrollthroughthegauntcoldpicture-galleryofhiscountryhouseandlookatthevariousportraitsofthosewhosebloodflowedinhisveins. HerewasPhilipHerbert,describedbyFrancisOsborne,inhisMemoiresontheReignsofQueenElizabethandKingJames,asonewhowas“caressedbytheCourtforhishandsomeface,whichkepthimnotlongcompany.” WasityoungHerbert’slifethathesometimesled? Hadsomestrangepoisonousgermcreptfrombodytobodytillithadreachedhisown? Wasitsomedimsenseofthatruinedgracethathadmadehimsosuddenly,andalmostwithoutcause,giveutterance,inBasilHallward’sstudio,tothemadprayerthathadsochangedhislife? Here,ingold-embroideredreddoublet,jewelledsurcoat,andgilt-edgedruffandwristbands,stoodSirAnthonySherard,withhissilver-and-blackarmourpiledathisfeet.Whathadthisman’slegacybeen? HadtheloverofGiovannaofNaplesbequeathedhimsomeinheritanceofsinandshame? Werehisownactionsmerelythedreamsthatthedeadmanhadnotdaredtorealize? Here,fromthefadingcanvas,smiledLadyElizabethDevereux,inhergauzehood,pearlstomacher,andpinkslashedsleeves. Aflowerwasinherrighthand,andherleftclaspedanenamelledcollarofwhiteanddamaskroses. Onatablebyhersidelayamandolinandanapple. Therewerelargegreenrosettesuponherlittlepointedshoes. Heknewherlife,andthestrangestoriesthatweretoldaboutherlovers. Hadhesomethingofhertemperamentinhim? Theseoval,heavy-liddedeyesseemedtolookcuriouslyathim. WhatofGeorgeWilloughby,withhispowderedhairandfantasticpatches?Howevilhelooked! Thefacewassaturnineandswarthy,andthesensuallipsseemedtobetwistedwithdisdain. Delicatelacerufflesfellovertheleanyellowhandsthatweresooverladenwithrings. Hehadbeenamacaronioftheeighteenthcentury,andthefriend,inhisyouth,ofLordFerrars. WhatofthesecondLordBeckenham,thecompanionofthePrinceRegentinhiswildestdays,andoneofthewitnessesatthesecretmarriagewithMrs.Fitzherbert? Howproudandhandsomehewas,withhischestnutcurlsandinsolentpose!Whatpassionshadhebequeathed? Theworldhadlookeduponhimasinfamous.HehadledtheorgiesatCarltonHouse. ThestaroftheGarterglittereduponhisbreast. Besidehimhungtheportraitofhiswife,apallid,thin-lippedwomaninblack.Herblood,also,stirredwithinhim.Howcuriousitallseemed! AndhismotherwithherLadyHamiltonfaceandhermoist,wine-dashedlips—heknewwhathehadgotfromher. Hehadgotfromherhisbeauty,andhispassionforthebeautyofothers. ShelaughedathiminherlooseBacchantedress.Therewerevineleavesinherhair. Thepurplespilledfromthecupshewasholding. Thecarnationsofthepaintinghadwithered,buttheeyeswerestillwonderfulintheirdepthandbrilliancyofcolour. Theyseemedtofollowhimwhereverhewent. Yetonehadancestorsinliteratureaswellasinone’sownrace,nearerperhapsintypeandtemperament,manyofthem,andcertainlywithaninfluenceofwhichonewasmoreabsolutelyconscious. ThereweretimeswhenitappearedtoDorianGraythatthewholeofhistorywasmerelytherecordofhisownlife,notashehadliveditinactandcircumstance,butashisimaginationhadcreateditforhim,asithadbeeninhisbrainandinhispassions. Hefeltthathehadknownthemall,thosestrangeterriblefiguresthathadpassedacrossthestageoftheworldandmadesinsomarvellousandevilsofullofsubtlety. Itseemedtohimthatinsomemysteriouswaytheirliveshadbeenhisown. Theheroofthewonderfulnovelthathadsoinfluencedhislifehadhimselfknownthiscuriousfancy. Intheseventhchapterhetellshow,crownedwithlaurel,lestlightningmightstrikehim,hehadsat,asTiberius,inagardenatCapri,readingtheshamefulbooksofElephantis,whiledwarfsandpeacocksstruttedroundhimandtheflute-playermockedtheswingerofthecenser;and,asCaligula,hadcarousedwiththegreen-shirtedjockeysintheirstablesandsuppedinanivorymangerwithajewel-frontletedhorse;and,asDomitian,hadwanderedthroughacorridorlinedwithmarblemirrors,lookingroundwithhaggardeyesforthereflectionofthedaggerthatwastoendhisdays,andsickwiththatennui,thatterribletaediumvitae,thatcomesonthosetowhomlifedeniesnothing;andhadpeeredthroughaclearemeraldattheredshamblesofthecircusandthen,inalitterofpearlandpurpledrawnbysilver-shodmules,beencarriedthroughtheStreetofPomegranatestoaHouseofGoldandheardmencryonNeroCaesarashepassedby;and,asElagabalus,hadpaintedhisfacewithcolours,andpliedthedistaffamongthewomen,andbroughttheMoonfromCarthageandgivenherinmysticmarriagetotheSun. OverandoveragainDorianusedtoreadthisfantasticchapter,andthetwochaptersimmediatelyfollowing,inwhich,asinsomecurioustapestriesorcunninglywroughtenamels,werepicturedtheawfulandbeautifulformsofthosewhomviceandbloodandwearinesshadmademonstrousormad:Filippo,DukeofMilan,whoslewhiswifeandpaintedherlipswithascarletpoisonthatherlovermightsuckdeathfromthedeadthinghefondled;PietroBarbi,theVenetian,knownasPaultheSecond,whosoughtinhisvanitytoassumethetitleofFormosus,andwhosetiara,valuedattwohundredthousandflorins,wasboughtatthepriceofaterriblesin;GianMariaVisconti,whousedhoundstochaselivingmenandwhosemurderedbodywascoveredwithrosesbyaharlotwhohadlovedhim;theBorgiaonhiswhitehorse,withFratricideridingbesidehimandhismantlestainedwiththebloodofPerotto;PietroRiario,theyoungCardinalArchbishopofFlorence,childandminionofSixtusIV,whosebeautywasequalledonlybyhisdebauchery,andwhoreceivedLeonoraofAragoninapavilionofwhiteandcrimsonsilk,filledwithnymphsandcentaurs,andgildedaboythathemightserveatthefeastasGanymedeorHylas;Ezzelin,whosemelancholycouldbecuredonlybythespectacleofdeath,andwhohadapassionforredblood,asothermenhaveforredwine—thesonoftheFiend,aswasreported,andonewhohadcheatedhisfatheratdicewhengamblingwithhimforhisownsoul;GiambattistaCibo,whoinmockerytookthenameofInnocentandintowhosetorpidveinsthebloodofthreeladswasinfusedbyaJewishdoctor;SigismondoMalatesta,theloverofIsottaandthelordofRimini,whoseeffigywasburnedatRomeastheenemyofGodandman,whostrangledPolyssenawithanapkin,andgavepoisontoGinevrad’Esteinacupofemerald,andinhonourofashamefulpassionbuiltapaganchurchforChristianworship;CharlesVI,whohadsowildlyadoredhisbrother’swifethataleperhadwarnedhimoftheinsanitythatwascomingonhim,andwho,whenhisbrainhadsickenedandgrownstrange,couldonlybesoothedbySaracencardspaintedwiththeimagesofloveanddeathandmadness;and,inhistrimmedjerkinandjewelledcapandacanthuslikecurls,GrifonettoBaglioni,whoslewAstorrewithhisbride,andSimonettowithhispage,andwhosecomelinesswassuchthat,ashelaydyingintheyellowpiazzaofPerugia,thosewhohadhatedhimcouldnotchoosebutweep,andAtalanta,whohadcursedhim,blessedhim. Therewasahorriblefascinationinthemall. Hesawthematnight,andtheytroubledhisimaginationintheday. TheRenaissanceknewofstrangemannersofpoisoning—poisoningbyahelmetandalightedtorch,byanembroideredgloveandajewelledfan,byagildedpomanderandbyanamberchain. DorianGrayhadbeenpoisonedbyabook. Thereweremomentswhenhelookedonevilsimplyasamodethroughwhichhecouldrealizehisconceptionofthebeautiful.