Dorian and Lord Henry interacting after receiving the news of Sibyl's death
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Dorian and Lord Henry interacting after receiving the news of Sibyl's death
TPODG is already a great book but it becomes infinitely more interesting when you read it as a treatise on the continuing cycles of abuse, grooming and victimisation rather than a condemnation of a life solely dedicated to hedonism. I would go so far as to argue that given wilde’s lived experience the message of how bad a life of reckless abandon is is secondary to the underlying theme of how Dorian was a victim of intended sexual abuse and how he perpetuated that cycle through his treatment of Sybil Vane. In fact I don’t even think Dorian was Like That because he pursued pleasure with no care for how it affected others but rather as a form of self harm and self medication. Why am I still thinking about him it has been 2 years since i read the book.
Sibyl :)
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— Oscar Wilde, from his novel “The Picture Of Dorian Gray”, first published in 1890
This is for an incredibly niche and specific audience im not expecting a lot of people to get this but like.
The Picture of Dorian Gray Byler AU. Gawd I’d eat that shit UP
okay but why is no one talking about the romeo and juliet/dorian gray and sybil vane parallels omg the amount of stuff that can be said about it
u all know the reference
[NO STEALING]
My dear Dorian, if you could send a love letter to Basil, how would it be?
Why would I ever do such a thing? I would not write my affections to Basil, it would suit neither him nor me. We are far better in conversation than on paper.
Besides, my earliest attempt at a love-letter quite exhausted my taste for them. One quickly discovers how little such things signify. The world turns on, utterly indifferent to one’s passions. Whether I write, or love, or refrain from both, it remains exactly the same. It seems such a waste to insist upon it.