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Excerpts From the Journal of Dorian Gray
Excerpts from the Journal of Dorian Gray by Michael R. Burch (These are verified excerpts from Oscar Wilde's "Journal of Dorian Gray") It was not so much dream, as error; I lay and felt the creeping terror of what I had become take hold . . . The moon watched, silent, palest gold; the picture by the mantle watched; the clock upon the mantle talked, in halting voice, of minute things . . . Twelve strokes like lashes and their stings scored anthems to my loneliness, but I have dreamed of what is best, and I have promised to be good . . . Dismembered limbs in vats of wood, foul acids, and a strangled cry! I did not care, I watched him die . . . Each lovely rose has thorns we miss; they prick our lips, should we once kiss their mangled limbs, or think to clasp their violent beauty. Dream, aghast, the flower of my loveliness, this ageless face (for who could guess?), and I will kiss you when I rise . . . The patterns of our lives comprise strange portraits. Mine, I fear, proved dear indeed . . . Adieu! The knife’s for you. Keywords/Tags: Oscar Wilde, portrait, Dorian Gay, journal, ageless, face, youthful, unchanging, rose, thorns, prick, vat, acid, acids, dismembered limbs, violent beauty, knife, old, age, evil, beauty, youth, horror, gothic
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