Kitabı oku: «Портрет Дориана Грея / The Picture of Dorian Gray», sayfa 10
“Never marry a woman with straw-coloured hair, Dorian,” he said.
“Why, Harry?”
“Because they are so sentimental.”
“But I like sentimental people.”
“Never marry at all, Dorian. Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.”
“I don’t think I will marry, Harry. I am too much in love. I’m in love with the most beautiful girl.”
“Who are you in love with?” asked Lord Henry, after a pause.
“With an actress,” said Dorian Gray. His face became red.
“How ordinary.”
“You would not say that if you saw her, Harry.”
“Who is she?”
“Her name is Sibyl Vane35.”
“I’ve never heard of her.”
“No one has. People will some day, though. She is a genius.”
“My dear boy, no woman is a genius. Women never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.
“Ah! Harry, your views terrify me.”
“Never mind that. How long have you known her?”
“About three weeks.”
“And where did you meet her?”
“I will tell you, Harry, but you must not laugh. You mustn’t laugh at me. I met her because of you.”
“Because of me?”
“Yes. You told me to find out about life. You told me to enjoy life – the good things and the evil things. For days after I met you I searched the streets for beauty. I walked around London. There was excitement and danger everywhere. I knew that something wonderful was going to happen. I walked around the East End until I found a dirty little theatre. I see you are laughing. It is horrible of you!”
“I am not laughing, Dorian. Go on with your story.36”
“The play wasRomeo and Juliet37. Romeo was a fat, ugly old actor. But Juliet was a beautiful young actress. She was about seventeen years old. Her hair was dark brown. Her face was small and pale – like a little flower. Her eyes were large and dark blue. I fell in love with her immediately, Harry; she was the loveliest thing I had ever seen in my life. Why didn’t you tell me about actresses?”
“Because everybody falls in love with actresses, Dorian,” said Lord Henry. “When did you meet her?”
“I went back the next night and the night after that. On the third evening I waited for her outside the theatre.”
“What was she like?”
“Sibyl? Oh, she was shy and gentle. There is something of a child about her. She said quite simply to me, ‘You look more like a prince. I must call you Prince Charming38.’”
“Miss Sibyl knows how to flatter you.”
“You don’t understand her, Harry. She regarded me merely as a person in a play39. She knows nothing of life. She lives with her mother. Sibyl is the only thing I care about.”
“That is the reason, I suppose, that you never have dinner with me now. I thought it might be something romantic.”
“My dear Harry, we eat together every day,” said Dorian.
“You always come very late.”
“Well, I have to see Sibyl play,” he cried.
“Can you have dinner with me tonight, Dorian?”
He shook his head. “Tonight she is Imogen40,” he answered, and tomorrow night she will be Juliet.”
“When is she Sibyl Vane?”
“Never.”
“I congratulate you.”
“How horrible you are! She is all the great heroines of the world in one41. 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 you and Basil to come and watch her tomorrow night. You are certain to recognize that she is wonderful42.”
