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Il ritratto di Dorian Gray

By Oscar Wilde

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| Paperback | 9788824700474

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Il ritratto di Dorian Gray

Dorian Gray, un giovane dalla straordinaria presenza e dai modi aristocratici, affascina con il suo bell’essere il pittore Basil Hallward, allora poco noto al pubblico. L’infatuazione è tale che Hallward decide di immortalare la bellezza di Dorian in ... (read full critics)

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Prezzo: € 19,90 Di cosa parla “Il ritratto di Dorian Gray” di Oscar Wilde “Il ritratto di Dorian Gray” dello scrittore inglese Oscar Wilde, ha come protagonista del romanzo un giovane molto bello da cui è impossibile non essere affascinati. I lineame ... (read full critics)

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"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Book are well written, or badly written. That is all."
"All art is quite useless."

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Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you!

Un, o forse IL manifesto dell'estetismo più puro. <br />Notevole

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indescrivibile, inclassificabile.

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Chapter 17 - Lord Henry, Lady Narbourough and Dorian Gray
"What are you two talking about?" said Lord Henry, strolling over to the table and putting his cup down. "I hope Dorian has told you about my plan for rechristening everything, Gladys. It is a delightful idea."
"But I don't ... (continue)

Chapter 17 - Lord Henry, Lady Narbourough and Dorian Gray
"What are you two talking about?" said Lord Henry, strolling over to the table and putting his cup down. "I hope Dorian has told you about my plan for rechristening everything, Gladys. It is a delightful idea."
"But I don't want to be rechristened, Harry," rejoined the duchess, looking up at him with her wonderful eyes. "I am quite satisfied with my own name, and I am sure Mr. Gray should be satisfied with his."
"My dear Gladys, I would not alter either name for the world. They are both perfect. I was thinking chiefly of flowers. It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. Names are everything. I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words. That is the reason I hate vulgar realism in literature."
"Then what should we call you, Harry?" she asked.
"His name is Prince Paradox," said Dorian.
"I recognize him in a flash," exclaimed the duchess.
"I won't hear of it," laughed Lord Henry, sinking into a chair. "From a label there is no escape! I refuse the title."
"Royalties may not abdicate," fell as a warning from pretty lips.
"You wish me to defend my throne, then?"
"Yes"
"I give the truths of tomorrow."
"I prefer the mistakes of today," she answered.
"You disarm me, Gladys," he cried, catching the wilfulness of her mood.
"Of your shield, Harry, not of your spear."
"I never tilt against beauty," he said, with a wave of his hand.
"That is your error, Harry, believe me. You value beauty far too much."
"How can you say that? I admit that I think that it is better to be beautiful than to be good. But on the other hand, no one is more ready than I am to acknowledge that it is better to be good than to be ugly."
"Ugliness is one of the seven deadly sins, then?" cried the duchess.
"Ugliness is one of the seven deadly virtues, Gladys. Beer, the Bible, and the seven deadly virtues have made our England what she is."
"You don't like your country, then?" she asked.
"I live in it."
"That you may censure it the better."
"English people are more cunning than practical."
She shook her head. "I believe in the race," she cried.
"It represents the survival of the pushing."
"It has development."
"Decay fascinates me more."
"What of art?" she asked.
"It is a malady."
"Love?"
"An illusion."
"Religion?"
"The fashionable substitute for belief."
"You are a sceptic."
"Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith."
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit."
"Give me a clue."
"Threads snap. You would lose your way in the labyrinth."
"You bewilder me. Let us talk of some one else."
Lord Henry, I love you!!<3

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