his beautiful house and have the most celebrated musicians of the day to charm his guests with the wonders of their art。 his little dinners； in the settling of which lord henry always assisted him； were noted as much for the careful selection and placing of those invited； as for the exquisite taste shown in the decoration of the table； with its subtle symphonic arrangements of exotic flowers； and embroidered cloths； and antique plate of gold and silver。 indeed； there were many； especially among the very young men； who saw； or fancied that they saw； in dorian gray the true realization of a type of which they had often dreamed in eton or oxford days； a type that was to bine something of the real culture of the scholar with all the grace and distinction and perfect manner of a citizen of the world。 to them he seemed to be of the pany of those whom dante describes as having sought to 〃make themselves perfect by the worship of beauty。〃 like gautier； he was one for whom 〃the visible world existed。〃
and； certainly； to him life itself was the first； the greatest； of the arts； and for it all the other arts seemed to be but a preparation。 fashion； by which what is really fantastic bees for a moment universal； and dandyism； which； in its own way； is an attempt to assert the absolute modernity of beauty； had； of course； their fascination for him。 his mode of dressing； and the particular styles that from time to time he affected； had their marked influence on the young exquisites of the mayfair balls and pall mall club windows； who copied him in everything that he did； and tried to reproduce the accidental charm of his graceful； though to him only half…serious fopperies。
for； while he was but too ready to accept the position that was almost immediately offered to him on his ing of age； and found； indeed； a subtle pleasure in the thought that he might really bee to the london of his own day what to imperial neronian rome the author of the satyricon once had been； yet in his inmost heart he desired to be something more than a mere arbiter elegantiarum； to be consulted on the wearing of a jewel； or the knotting of a necktie； or the conduct of a cane。 he sought to elaborate some new scheme of life that would have its reasoned philosophy and its ordered principles； and find in the spiritualizing of the senses its highest realization。
the worship of the senses has often； and with much justice； been decried； men feeling a natural instinct of terror about passions and sensations that seem stronger than themselves； and that they are conscious of sharing with the less highly organized forms of existence。 but it appeared to dorian gray that the true nature of the senses had never been understood； and that they had remained savage and animal merely because the world had sought to starve them into submission or to kill them by pain； instead of aiming at making them elements of a new spirituality； of which a fine instinct for beauty was to be the dominant characteristic。 as he looked back upon man moving through history； he was haunted by a feeling of loss。 so much had been surrendered！ and to such little purpose！ there had been mad wilful rejections； monstrous forms of self…torture and self…denial； whose origin was fear and whose result was a degradation infinitely more terrible than that fancied degradation from which； in their ignorance； they had sought to escape； nature； in her wonderful irony； driving out the anchorite to feed with the wild animals of the desert and giving to the hermit the beasts of the field as his panions。
yes： there was to be； as lord henry had prophesied； a new hedonism that was to recreate life and to save it from that harsh unely puritanism that is having； in our own day； its curious revival。 it was to have its service of the intellect； certainly； yet it was never to accept any theory or system that would involve the sacrifice of any mode of passionate experience。 its aim； indeed； was to be experience itself； and not the fruits of experience； sweet or bitter as they might be。 of the asceticism that deadens the senses； as of the vulgar profligacy that dulls them； it was to know nothing。 but it was to teach man to concentrate himself upon the moments of a life that is itself but a moment。
there are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn； either after one of those dreamless nights that make us almost enamoured of death； or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy； when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself； and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques； and that lends to gothic art its enduring vitality； this art being； one might fancy； especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie。 gradually white fingers creep through the curtains； and they appear to tremble。 in black fantastic shapes； dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room and crouch there。 outside； there is the stirring of birds among the leaves； or the sound of men going forth to their work； or the sigh and sob of the wind ing down from the hills and wandering round the silent house； as though it feared to wake the sleepers and yet must needs call forth sleep from her purple cave。 veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted； and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them； and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern。 the wan mirrors get back their mimic life。 the flameless tapers stand where we had left them； and beside them lies the half…cut book that we had been studying； or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball； or the letter that we had been afraid to read； or that we had read too often。 nothing seems to us changed。 out of the unreal shadows of the night es back the real life that we had known。 we have to resume it where we had left off； and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits； or a wild longing； it may be； that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure； a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours； and be changed； or have other secrets； a world in which the past would have little or no place； or survive； at any rate； in no conscious form of obligation or regret； the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain。
it was the creation of such worlds as these that seemed to dorian gray to be the true object； or amongst the true objects； of life； and in his search for sensations that would be at once new and delightful； and possess that element of strangeness that is so essential to romance； he would often adopt certain modes of thought that he knew to be really alien to his nature； abandon himself to their subtle influences； and then； having； as it were； caught their colour and satisfied his intellectual curiosity； leave them with that curious indifference that is not inpatible with a real ardour of temperament； and that； indeed； according to certain modern psychologists； is often a condition of it。
it was rumoured of him once that he was about to join the roman catholic munion； and certainly the roman ritual had always a great attraction for him。 the daily sacrifice； more awful really than all the sacrifices of the antique world； stirred him as much by its superb rejection of the evidence of the senses as by the primitive simplicity of its elements and the eternal pathos of the human tragedy that it sought to symbolize。 he loved to kneel down on the cold marble pavement and watch the priest； in his stiff flowered dalmatic； slowly and with white hands moving aside the veil of the tabernacle； or raising aloft the jewelled； lantern…shaped monstrance with that pallid wafer that at times； one would fain think； is indeed the 〃panis caelestis；〃 the bread of angels； or； robed in the garments of the passion of christ； breaking the host into the chalice and smiting his breast for his sins。 the fuming censers that the grave boys； in their lace and scarlet； tossed into the air like great gilt flowers had their subtle fascination for him。 as he passed out； he used to look with wonder at the black confessionals and long to sit in the dim shadow of one of them and listen to men and women whispering through the worn grating the true story of their lives。
but he never fell into the error of arresting his intellectual development by any formal acceptance of creed or system； or of mistaking； for a house in which to live； an inn that is but suitable for the sojourn of a night； or for a few hours of a night in which there are no stars and the moon is in travail。 mysticism； with its marvellous power of making mon things strange to us； and the subtle antinomianism that always seems to acpany it； moved him for a season； and for a season he inclined to the materialistic doctrines of the darwinismus movement in germany； and found a curious pleasure in tracing the thoughts and passions of men to some pearly cell in the brain； or some white nerve in the body； delighting in the conception of the absolute dependence of the spirit on certain physical conditions； morbid or healthy； normal or