"The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde
Does eternal youth deserve the price of your soul?
This is the question I kept asking myself as I read through Oscar Wilde’s book. The narrative is characteristic of the author’s flamboyant nature and readers will find certain descriptions a little uncanny. Overall, this is an interesting story, written with purpose and to me this was the most important thing. Although the moral of the story has been copied over by many other authors (with slight variations), the dilemma remains the same – is one willing to sacrifice his internal peace for the price of the eternal beauty? The best answer to this question is a quote from Thomas Wolfe: “The surest cure for vanity is loneliness.”
- by Simon Cleveland
posted by Simon Cleveland @ 9:43 AM
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