01 October 2009

A reading. A watching.

The painter considered for a few moments. "He likes me," he answered after a pause; "I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said. As a rule, he is charming to me, and we sit in the studio and talk of a thousand things. Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to some one who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day."

-adapted from "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde.

borrowed this book from toamy yesterday. only finished the first chapter and i was already in love. i'm glad i took Literature in English. all the context and implications - it's refreshing.

went online to check for more information on dorian gray... and i found this:

blow my mind away man. blow it away. : )


on a more different note:

i feel the same dude. *hugs*

0 spilled milk: