ay.quot;

    up from t and er some time ;; ;Dorian Gray is to me simply a motive in art. You mig in my ion, as I ain lines, in tleties of certain colours. t is all.quot;

    quot;t you ex rait?quot; asked Lord henry.

    quot;Because,  intending it, I  into it some expression of all tistic idolatry, of o  it.  it. But t guess it, and I  bare my soul to t s under too mucoo muc;

    quot;Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. tion. Noo many editions.quot;

    quot;I e t,quot; cried ;An artist se beautiful t s noto treat art as if it  to be a form of autobiograp tract sense of beauty. Some day I  is; and for t reason trait of Dorian Gray.quot;

    quot;I t I  argue  is only tellectually lost ;

    ter considered for a fes. quot;; er a pause; quot;I knoer range pleasure in saying to  I kno in tudio and talk of a tless, and seems to take a real delig I o some one s it as if it o put in , a bit of decoration to cy, an ornament for a summers day.quot;

    quot;Days in summer, Basil, are apt to linger,quot; murmured Lord ;Perire sooner t is a sad to t t t genius lasts longer ty. t accounts for t t ake suco over-educate ourselves. In truggle for existence,  to  endures, and so s, in t is t is like a bric-a-brac sers and dust, s proper value. I tire first, all t your friend, and o you to be a little out of dra like one of colour, or sometterly reproac, and seriously t o you. t time ly cold and indifferent. It  pity, for it er you.  you old me is quite a romance