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permanent is monotonous, and produces no effect. Our senses become dulled by what is always with us. As long as I like, the personality of Dorian Gray will dominate me. If it becomes a memory, there will be a magic in it becomes a dream, it will be more real than reality. You can'tcannot feelrealize what I feel. You change too often."
"Ah! My dear Basil, that is exactly why I can feelrealize it. Those who are faithful know only the pleasures of love, it is the faithless who know love's tragedies," and Lord Henry struck a light on a dainty silver case, and began to smoke a cigarette with a self-conscious and self-satisfied air, as if he had summed up life in a phrase. There was a rustle of chirruping sparrows in the ivy, and the blue cloud-shadows chased themselves across the grass like swallows. How pleasant it was in the garden! And how delightful other people's emotions were! Much more delightful than their ideas, it seemed to him. One's own soul, and the passions of one's friends — those were the fascinating things in life. He thought
