道林格雷的画像_奥斯卡·王尔德-第35章

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ceive　the　ego　in　man　as　a　thing　simple；　permanent；　reliable；　and　of　one　essence。　to　him；　man　was　a　being　with　myriad　lives　and　myriad　sensations；　a　plex　multiform　creature　that　bore　within　itself　strange　legacies　of　thought　and　passion；　and　whose　very　flesh　was　tainted　with　the　monstrous　maladies　of　the　dead。　he　loved　to　stroll　through　the　gaunt　cold　picture…gallery　of　his　country　house　and　look　at　the　various　portraits　of　those　whose　blood　flowed　in　his　veins。　here　was　philip　herbert；　described　by　francis　osborne；　in　his　memoires　on　the　reigns　of　queen　elizabeth　and　king　james；　as　one　who　was　〃caressed　by　the　court　for　his　handsome　face；　which　kept　him　not　long　pany。〃　was　it　young　herberts　life　that　he　sometimes　led？　had　some　strange　poisonous　germ　crept　from　body　to　body　till　it　had　reached　his　own？　was　it　some　dim　sense　of　that　ruined　grace　that　had　made　him　so　suddenly；　and　almost　without　cause；　give　utterance；　in　basil　hallwards　studio；　to　the　mad　prayer　that　had　so　changed　his　life？　here；　in　gold…embroidered　red　doublet；　jewelled　surcoat；　and　gilt…edged　ruff　and　wristbands；　stood　sir　anthony　sherard；　with　his　silver…and…black　armour　piled　at　his　feet。　what　had　this　mans　legacy　been？　had　the　lover　of　giovanna　of　naples　bequeathed　him　some　inheritance　of　sin　and　shame？　were　his　own　actions　merely　the　dreams　that　the　dead　man　had　not　dared　to　realize？　here；　from　the　fading　canvas；　smiled　lady　elizabeth　devereux；　in　her　gauze　hood；　pearl　stomacher；　and　pink　slashed　sleeves。　a　flower　was　in　her　right　hand；　and　her　left　clasped　an　enamelled　collar　of　white　and　damask　roses。　on　a　table　by　her　side　lay　a　mandolin　and　an　apple。　there　were　large　green　rosettes　upon　her　little　pointed　shoes。　he　knew　her　life；　and　the　strange　stories　that　were　told　about　her　lovers。　had　he　something　of　her　temperament　in　him？　these　oval；　heavy…lidded　eyes　seemed　to　look　curiously　at　him。　what　of　george　willoughby；　with　his　powdered　hair　and　fantastic　patches？　how　evil　he　looked！　the　face　was　saturnine　and　swarthy；　and　the　sensual　lips　seemed　to　be　twisted　with　disdain。　delicate　lace　ruffles　fell　over　the　lean　yellow　hands　that　were　so　overladen　with　rings。　he　had　been　a　macaroni　of　the　eighteenth　century；　and　the　friend；　in　his　youth；　of　lord　ferrars。　what　of　the　second　lord　beckenham；　the　panion　of　the　prince　regent　in　his　wildest　days；　and　one　of　the　witnesses　at　the　secret　marriage　with　mrs。　fitzherbert？　how　proud　and　handsome　he　was；　with　his　chestnut　curls　and　insolent　pose！　what　passions　had　he　bequeathed？　the　world　had　looked　upon　him　as　infamous。　he　had　led　the　orgies　at　carlton　house。　the　star　of　the　garter　glittered　upon　his　breast。　beside　him　hung　the　portrait　of　his　wife；　a　pallid；　thin…lipped　woman　in　black。　her　blood；　also；　stirred　within　him。　how　curious　it　all　seemed！　and　his　mother　with　her　lady　hamilton　face　and　her　moist；　wine…dashed　lipshe　knew　what　he　had　got　from　her。　he　had　got　from　her　his　beauty；　and　his　passion　for　the　beauty　of　others。　she　laughed　at　him　in　her　loose　bacchante　dress。　there　were　vine　leaves　in　her　hair。　the　purple　spilled　from　the　cup　she　was　holding。　the　carnations　of　the　painting　had　withered；　but　the　eyes　were　still　wonderful　in　their　depth　and　brilliancy　of　colour。　they　seemed　to　follow　him　wherever　he　went。

yet　one　had　ancestors　in　literature　as　well　as　in　ones　own　race；　nearer　perhaps　in　type　and　temperament；　many　of　them；　and　certainly　with　an　influence　of　which　one　was　more　absolutely　conscious。　there　were　times　when　it　appeared　to　dorian　gray　that　the　whole　of　history　was　merely　the　record　of　his　own　life；　not　as　he　had　lived　it　in　act　and　circumstance；　but　as　his　imagination　had　created　it　for　him；　as　it　had　been　in　his　brain　and　in　his　passions。　he　felt　that　he　had　known　them　all；　those　strange　terrible　figures　that　had　passed　across　the　stage　of　the　world　and　made　sin　so　marvellous　and　evil　so　full　of　subtlety。　it　seemed　to　him　that　in　some　mysterious　way　their　lives　had　been　his　own。

the　hero　of　the　wonderful　novel　that　had　so　influenced　his　life　had　himself　known　this　curious　fancy。　in　the　seventh　chapter　he　tells　how；　crowned　with　laurel；　lest　lightning　might　strike　him；　he　had　sat；　as　tiberius；　in　a　garden　at　capri；　reading　the　shameful　books　of　elephantis；　while　dwarfs　and　peacocks　strutted　round　him　and　the　flute…player　mocked　the　swinger　of　the　censer；　and；　as　caligula；　had　caroused　with　the　green…shirted　jockeys　in　their　stables　and　supped　in　an　ivory　manger　with　a　jewel…frontleted　horse；　and；　as　domitian；　had　wandered　through　a　corridor　lined　with　marble　mirrors；　looking　round　with　haggard　eyes　for　the　reflection　of　the　dagger　that　was　to　end　his　days；　and　sick　with　that　ennui；　that　terrible　taedium　vitae；　that　es　on　those　to　whom　life　denies　nothing；　and　had　peered　through　a　clear　emerald　at　the　red　shambles　of　the　circus　and　then；　in　a　litter　of　pearl　and　purple　drawn　by　silver…shod　mules；　been　carried　through　the　street　of　pomegranates　to　a　house　of　gold　and　heard　men　cry　on　nero　caesar　as　he　passed　by；　and；　as　elagabalus；　had　painted　his　face　with　colours；　and　plied　the　distaff　among　the　women；　and　brought　the　moon　from　carthage　and　given　her　in　mystic　marriage　to　the　sun。

over　and　over　again　dorian　used　to　read　this　fantastic　chapter；　and　the　two　chapters　immediately　following；　in　which；　as　in　some　curious　tapestries　or　cunningly　wrought　enamels；　were　pictured　the　awful　and　beautiful　forms　of　those　whom　vice　and　blood　and　weariness　had　made　monstrous　or　mad：　filippo；　duke　of　milan；　who　slew　his　wife　and　painted　her　lips　with　a　scarlet　poison　that　her　lover　might　suck　death　from　the　dead　thing　he　fondled；　pietro　barbi；　the　venetian；　known　as　paul　the　second；　who　sought　in　his　vanity　to　assume　the　title　of　formosus；　and　whose　tiara；　valued　at　two　hundred　thousand　florins；　was　bought　at　the　price　of　a　terrible　sin；　gian　maria　visconti；　who　used　hounds　to　chase　living　men　and　whose　murdered　body　was　covered　with　roses　by　a　harlot　who　had　loved　him；　the　borgia　on　his　white　horse；　with　fratricide　riding　beside　him　and　his　mantle　stained　with　the　blood　of　perotto；　pietro　riario；　the　young　cardinal　archbishop　of　florence；　child　and　minion　of　sixtus　iv；　whose　beauty　was　equalled　only　by　his　debauchery；　and　who　received　leonora　of　aragon　in　a　pavilion　of　white　and　crimson　silk；　filled　with　nymphs　and　centaurs；　and　gilded　a　boy　that　he　might　serve　at　the　feast　as　ganymede　or　hylas；　ezzelin；　whose　melancholy　could　be　cured　only　by　the　spectacle　of　death；　and　who　had　a　passion　for　red　blood；　as　other　men　have　for　red　winethe　son　of　the　fiend；　as　was　reported；　and　one　who　had　cheated　his　father　at　dice　when　gambling　with　him　for　his　own　soul；　giambattista　cibo；　who　in　mockery　took　the　name　of　innocent　and　into　whose　torpid　veins　the　blood　of　three　lads　was　infused　by　a　jewish　doctor；　sigismondo　malatesta；　the　lover　of　isotta　and　the　lord　of　rimini；　whose　effigy　was　burned　at　rome　as　the　enemy　of　god　and　man；　who　strangled　polyssena　with　a　napkin；　and　gave　poison　to　ginevra　deste　in　a　cup　of　emerald；　and　in　honour　of　a　shameful　passion　built　a　pagan　church　for　christian　worship；　charles　vi；　who　had　so　wildly　adored　his　brothers　wife　that　a　leper　had　warned　him　of　the　insanity　that　was　ing　on　him；　and　who；　when　his　brain　had　sickened　and　grown　strange；　could　only　be　soothed　by　saracen　cards　painted　with　the　images　of　love　and　death　and　madness；　and；　in　his　trimmed　jerkin　and　jewelled　cap　and　acanthuslike　curls；　grifonetto　baglioni；　who　slew　astorre　with　his　bride；　and　simonetto　with　his　page；　and　whose　eliness　was　such　that；　as　he　lay　dying　in　the　yellow　piazza　of　perugia；　those　who　had　hated　him　could　not　choose　but　weep；　and　atalanta；　who　had　cursed　him；　blessed　him。

there　was　a　horrible　fascination　in　them　all。　he　saw　them　at　night；　and　they　troubled　his　imagination　in　the　day。　the　renaissance　knew　of　strange　manners　of　poisoning　poisoning　by　a　helmet　and　a　lighted　torch；　by　an　embroidered　glove　and　a　jewelled　fan；　by　a　gilded　pomander　and　by　an　amber　chain。　dorian　gray　had　been　poisoned　by　a　book。　there　were　moments　when　he　looked　on　evil　simply　as　a　mode　through　which　he　could　realize　his　conception　of　the　beautiful。





Chapter　12

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chapter　12

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