"It was his beauty that had ruined him, his beauty and the youth that he had prayed for. But for those two things, his life might have been free from stain. His beauty had been to him but a mask, his youth but a mockery. What was youth at best? A green, an unripe time, a time of shallow moods, and sickly thoughts. Why had he worn its livery? Youth had spoiled him."
-- from THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY by Oscar Wilde
-- from THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY by Oscar Wilde
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