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"they are both simply forms of imitation," remarked lord henry. "but do let us go. dorian, you must not stay here any longer. it is not good for ones morals to see bad acting. besides, i dont suppose you will want your wife to act, so what does it matter if she plays juliet like a wooden doll? she is very lovely, and if she knows as little about life as she does about acting, she will be a delightful experience. there are only two kinds of people who are really fascinating-- people who know absolutely everything, and people who know absolutely nothing. good heavens, my dear boy, dont look so tragic! the secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming. come to the club with basil and myself. we will smoke cigarettes and drink to the beauty of sibyl vane. she is beautiful. what more can you want?"
"and weep over a faithless florizel," said lord henry, laughing, as he leaned back in his chair. "my dear dorian, you have the most curiously boyish moods. do you think this girl will ever be really content now with any one of her own rank? i suppose she will be married some day to a rough carter or a grinning ploughman. well, the fact of having met you, and loved you, will teach her to despise her husband, and she will be wretched. from a moral point of view, i cannot say that i think much of your great renunciation. even as a beginning, it is poor. besides, how do you know that hetty isnt floating at the present moment in some starlit mill-pond, with lovely water-lilies round her, like ophelia?"
"oh, dont be so serious, jim. you are like one of the heroes of those silly melodramas mother used to be so fond of acting in. i am not going to quarrel with you. i have seen him, and oh! to see him is perfect happiness. we wont quarrel. i know you would never harm any one i love, would you?"