Stop poisoning Dorian, you evil, evil man! Can't you see what it's doing to him? It is your fault that the boy is presumably immortal; you sewed the idea of eternal youth in his head, you abhorrent creature! However, your philosophies are terribly interesting and you have a wonderful sense of propriety.
I was just about to break down in tears when Dorian left Sibyl when she lost the ability to act. How could he do such a thing? Her loss of ability was a tribute to their love! She didn't need to be Juliet, or Beatrice, or Imogen because her own life was finally taking form. She was hiding in her poetry and plays, blinded to the world outside. But then Dorian showed up and cast away the veil, then found that he only loved the blind girl. The scene in the dressing room after Sibyl's epic failure was utterly heart-rending. Moreso than when I found out about her death.
Poor, poor Sibyl.
Oh, my! I'm not sure whether to rejoice or lament now that a hint of the supernatural has wound its way into Dorian Gray. On the one hand, it is interesting to think that the painting will age and show emotion, and eventually become a skeleton, while the picture-perfect Dorian Gray will remain youthful forever. I'm happy that Dorian is immortal, but I can see that his happiness won't last. No doubt he'll grow tired of youth and wish to grow old with his friends and probable future wife. He'll realise that, to rather awkwardly quote Stardust, "Youth? Beauty? None of it matters anymore; my sisters are dead!"
I only quoted that because I love Stardust too much.
I'm so enraptured in Dorian Gray. Can you tell?
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