Kitabı oku: «The Picture of Dorian Gray. B1 / Портрет Дориана Грея», sayfa 6

“Stop!” Dorianscreamed, “you bewilder me. I don't know what to say. There is some answer to you, but I cannot find it. Don't speak. Let me think. Or, rather, let me try not to think.”

Lord Henry knew when to stop talking. He let Dorian stand there, fascinated and confused. The idea that he couldmiss out on life's pleasures by following conventionalmoralsdisturbed Dorian. He felt as if a new, thrilling yet terrifying point of view had been opened to him.

Basil wasengrossed in painting. Eventually, he noticed Dorian's discomfort caused by standing for so long, and invited everyone to take a break in the garden. There, Dorian continued to reflect on Lord Henry's ideas, and confessed that he didn't feel young.

“Some day, when you are old and ugly, when there arewrinkles on your forehead, you will understand. Your beauty will leave you together with your youth, and your life will grow bitter and dreadful. You will regret not being brave enough to enjoy your temptations.”

Dorian remained silent with his eyes wide open. Basil appeared, and invited everyone back in. Returning to the studio, Dorian viewed his finished portrait and wasastonished by its beauty. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck him. He was astounded by the contrast the portrait would have with his future, aging self. “If only it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old! I would give my soul!” Dorian cried desperately.