Book: The Picture Of Dorian Gray. Page 22
I became secretive, I like to have secrets from the people. This is perhaps the only thing that can do for us modern life fascinating and mysterious. The most common thing takes an amazing interest, as soon as you begin to hide it from people.
The fate of people, physically or spiritually advanced, there is something fatal - the same rock on all through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from others. In this world always remain in Barysh fools and freaks. They can sit quietly and watch the struggles of others. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as ought to live all of us, without any worries, serene, indifferent. They do not kill and do not die from enemy hands... You are noble and wealthy, Harry, I have intelligence and talent, no matter how he was small, from Dorian gray and his beauty. And for all these gifts of the gods, we pay ever pay serious suffering.
Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. As soon as a person starts to think, he's disproportionately in the sky, the nose, or increasing the forehead, or something else spoils his face. Look at the successful men in any academic profession - they are ugly! The exception is, of course, our spiritual shepherds, but these don't bother his brain. The Bishop in eighty years, it continues to repeat what he was taught when he was a boy of eighteen, of course, that his face retains the beauty and comeliness. Judging by the portrait, your mysterious young friend, whose name you persistently do not want to be called charming, he never thinks. I'm quite sure of that. I guess he is brainless and beautiful the creation of God, which we ought always to have before him: in winter, when no flowers to please the eye, and in the summer to refresh my heated brain.
Those who find beautiful ugly spoiled, and, moreover, the corruption does not make them attractive. It is a great sin.
