THEPREFACE
Theartististhe
luoja
creatorofbeautifulthings.To
paljastaa
revealartandconcealthetaiteilija
artistisart’saim.The
kriitikko
criticishewhocankääntää
translateintoanothermanneroranewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.Thehighestasthe
alhaisin
lowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.Ne
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.Tämä
Thisisafault.Those
jotka
whofindbeautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsarethecultivated.Forthesethereis
toivoa
hope.Theyaretheelecttowhombeautifulthings
merkitsevät
meanonlybeauty.Thereisnosuchthingasamoral
tai
oranimmoralbook.Booksare
hyvin
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.Thatis
kaikki
all.Thenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismisthe
raivo
rageofCalibanseeinghisownkohtaan
faceinaglass.Thenineteenth
vuosisadan
centurydislikeofromanticismistheraivo
rageofCalibannotseeinghisownkohtaan
faceinaglass.The
moraalinen
morallifeofmanformsosa
partofthesubject-matteroftheartist,mutta
butthemoralityofartconsistsintheperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.Ei
Noartistdesirestoprovemitään
anything.Eventhingsthatare
totta
truecanbeproved.No
taiteilija
artisthasethicalsympathies.Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismof
tyyli
style.Noartistisevermorbid.
The
taiteilija
artistcanexpresseverything.Thoughtand
kieli
languagearetotheartistinstrumentsofantaiteen
art.Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforan
taiteen
art.Fromthepointofviewofform,the
tyyppi
typeofalltheartsisthetaide
artofthemusician.Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthe
tyyppi
type.Allartisatonce
pinta
surfaceandsymbol.Thosewho
menevät
gobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.Ne
Thosewhoreadthesymboltekevät
dosoattheirperil.Itisthespectator,andnotlife,that
taide
artreallymirrors.Diversityofopinionaboutaworkofart
osoittavat
showsthattheworkisuusi
new,complex,andvital.Whencriticsdisagree,the
taiteilija
artistisinaccordwithhimself.We
voimme
canforgiveamanfortekee
makingausefulthingaskauan
longashedoesnotihaile
admireit.Theonlyexcusefor
tehdä
makingauselessthingisettä
thatoneadmiresitintensely.Kaikki
Allartisquiteuseless.CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,and
kun
whenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,therecamethroughtheopenovesta
doortheheavyscentofthelilac,tai
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,
Lordi
LordHenryWottoncouldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweetandhoney-colouredblossomsofa
alaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedtuskin
hardlyabletobeartheburdenofa
abeautysoflamelikeastheirs;andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflitted
poikki
acrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedinedessä
frontofthehugewindow,tuottivat
producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,andmakinghimajattelemaan
thinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,throughthemediumofantaiteen
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,pyrkivät
seektoconveythesenseofswiftnessandmotion.Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheirway
läpi
throughthelongunmowngrass,tai
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,tuntuivat
seemedtomakethestillnessmoreoppressive.The
hämärä
dimroarofLondonwaskuin
likethebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.Inthe
keskellä
centreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,seisoi
stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmiehen
manofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,andinedessä
frontofit,somelittlematkan
distanceaway,wassittingthetaiteilija
artisthimself,BasilHallward,whoseäkillinen
suddendisappearancesomeyearsagoaiheutti
caused,atthetime,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomonia
manystrangeconjectures.Asthe
taiteilija
painterlookedatthegraciousandcomelyformheoli
hadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,ahymy
smileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,andnäytti
seemedabouttolingerthere.Mutta
Buthesuddenlystartedup,ja
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainsomecuriousdreamfromwhichhepelkäsi
fearedhemightawake.“Itisyour
paras
bestwork,Basil,thebestasia
thingyouhaveeverdone,”sanoi
saidLordHenrylanguidly.“You
täytyy
mustcertainlysenditnextvuonna
yeartotheGrosvenor.The
Akatemia
Academyistoolargeandliian
toovulgar.WheneverIhavegone
siellä
there,therehavebeeneithersomanypeoplethatIon
havenotbeenabletonähdä
seethepictures,whichwasdreadful,tai
orsomanypicturesthatIon
havenotbeenabletonähdä
seethepeople,whichwaspahempaa
worse.TheGrosvenorisreallythe
ainoa
onlyplace.”“Idon’tthinkIshall
lähetän
senditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghisheadtaaksepäin
backinthatoddwayettä
thatusedtomakehisfriendsnauramaan
laughathimatOxford.“No,Iwon’t
lähetä
senditanywhere.”LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrowsandlookedathiminamazement
läpi
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledylös
upinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.“Not
lähetä
senditanywhere?Mydearfellow,
miksi
why?Haveyouanyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupaintersare!
You
teet
doanythingintheworldtogainareputation.Assoonasyou
on
haveone,youseemtowanttoheittää
throwitaway.Itissillyofyou,forthereis
vain
onlyonethingintheworldpahempaa
worsethanbeingtalkedabout,andettä
thatisnotbeingtalkedsiitä
about.AportraitlikethiswouldsetyoufarabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,and
tekisi
maketheoldmenquitejealous,jos
ifoldmenareevercapableofanyemotion.”“Iknowyouwill
naurat
laughatme,”hereplied,“butIreallycan’texhibitsitä
it.Ihaveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
Lordi
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivanja
andlaughed.“Yes,Iknewyouwould;
mutta
butitisquitetrue,allthesame.”“Too
paljon
muchofyourselfinit!Uponmyword,Basil,Ididn’t
tiennyt
knowyouweresovain;andIreallycan’t
näe
seeanyresemblancebetweenyou,withyourruggedstrongfaceandyourcoal-blackhair,andtämän
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewastehty
madeoutofivoryandrose-leaves.Why,my
rakas
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,andyou—well,oftietenkin
courseyouhaveanintellectualexpressionandkaikki
allthat.Butbeauty,real
kauneus
beauty,endswhereanintellectualexpressionalkaa
begins.Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,and
tuhoaa
destroystheharmonyofanyface.Themomentone
istuu
sitsdowntothink,onetulee
becomesallnose,orallforehead,tai
orsomethinghorrid.Lookatthesuccessfulmenin
tahansa
anyofthelearnedprofessions.Miten
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!Paitsi
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.Mutta
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’tajattele
think.Abishopkeepsonsayingat
sitä
theageofeightywhathewastoldtosaykun
whenhewasaboyofeighteen,andasanaturalconsequenceheaina
alwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.Your
salaperäinen
mysteriousyoungfriend,whosenameyouole
havenevertoldme,butjonka
whosepicturereallyfascinatesme,koskaan
neverthinks.Ifeelquite
varma
sureofthat.Heissomebrainless
kaunis
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbeaina
alwayshereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,ja
andalwayshereinsummerkun
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.Don’tflatteryourself,
Basil
Basil:youarenotintheleastlikehim.”
“Youdon’t
ymmärrä
understandme,Harry,”answeredthetaiteilija
artist.“OfcourseIamnotlikehim.
I
tiedän
knowthatperfectlywell.Indeed,I
olisin
shouldbesorrytolooklikehim.Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
kerron
tellingyouthetruth.Thereisafatalityaboutallphysicalandintellectualdistinction,the
sellainen
sortoffatalitythatseemstodogläpi
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.Itis
parempi
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.The
ruma
uglyandthestupidhavethebestofitinthisworld.They
voivat
cansitattheireaseja
andgapeattheplay.Jos
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatainakin
leastsparedtheknowledgeoftappion
defeat.Theyliveasweall
pitäisi
shouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,andwithoutdisquiet.Theyneitherbring
tuhoa
ruinuponothers,noreversaa
receiveitfromalienhands.Yourrank
ja
andwealth,Harry;mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
tahansa
whateveritmaybeworth;DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshall
kaikki
allsufferforwhatthegodsovat
havegivenus,sufferterribly.”“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
kysyi
askedLordHenry,walkingacrossthestudiokohti
towardsBasilHallward.“Yes,thatishisname.
Ididn’t
aikonut
intendtotellittoyou.”“Butwhynot?”
“Oh,Ican’t
selittää
explain.WhenIlikepeople
valtavasti
immensely,Inevertelltheirnamestoanyone.Itis
kuin
likesurrenderingapartofthem.I
olen
havegrowntolovesecrecy.It
näyttää
seemstobetheoneasia
thingthatcanmakemodernlifemysterioustai
ormarvelloustous.Thecommonest
asia
thingisdelightfulifonevain
onlyhidesit.WhenI
lähden
leavetownnowIneverkerro
tellmypeoplewhereIammenen
going.IfIdid,Iwould
menettäisin
loseallmypleasure.Itisasilly
tapa
habit,Idaresay,butjotenkin
somehowitseemstobringagreatpaljon
dealofromanceintoone’slife.Isupposeyouthinkmeawfully
tyhmä
foolishaboutit?”“Notatall,”
vastasi
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,myrakas
dearBasil.Youseemto
unohdat
forgetthatIammarried,andtheoneviehätys
charmofmarriageisthatittekee
makesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryforbothparties.I
koskaan
neverknowwheremywifeon
is,andmywifenevertiedä
knowswhatIamdoing.Kun
Whenwemeet—wedomeetsilloin tällöin
occasionally,whenwedineoutyhdessä
together,orgodowntotheDuke’s—wekerromme
telleachotherthemostabsurdstorieswiththekaikkein
mostseriousfaces.Mywifeis
hyvin
verygoodatit—muchbetter,infact,kuin
thanIam.Shenevergets
hämmentynyt
confusedoverherdates,andIaina
alwaysdo.Butwhenshe
tee
doesfindmeout,shetee
makesnorowatall.I
joskus
sometimeswishshewould;butshe
vain
merelylaughsatme.”“Ihatethewayyou
puhut
talkaboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”sanoi
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthedoorthatledintothegarden.“I
uskon
believethatyouarereallyaveryhyvä
goodhusband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.Youareanextraordinary
kaveri
fellow.Youneversayamoralthing,andyou
koskaan
neverdoawrongthing.Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalis
yksinkertaisesti
simplyapose,andthemostärsyttävä
irritatingposeIknow,”criedLordi
LordHenry,laughing;andthetwo
nuoret
youngmenwentoutintothegardenyhdessä
togetherandensconcedthemselvesonalongbambooseatthatseisoi
stoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.The
auringonvalo
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.Inthegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
Jälkeen
Afterapause,LordHenryveti
pulledouthiswatch.“IamafraidI
täytyy
mustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andbeforeIgo,Ivaadin
insistonyouransweringaquestionIputtoyousometimeago.”“Whatisthat?”
sanoi
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedonthemaahan
ground.“Youknowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,Iwill
kerron
tellyouwhatitis.I
haluan
wantyoutoexplaintomemiksi
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’skuvaa
picture.Iwanttherealreason.”
“I
kerroin
toldyoutherealreason.”“No,you
tehnyt
didnot.Yousaiditwasbecausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
se
it.Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
sanoi
saidBasilHallward,lookinghimsuoraan
straightintheface,“everymuotokuva
portraitthatispaintedwithfeelingisamuotokuva
portraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.Thesitteris
vain
merelytheaccident,theoccasion.Itisnothewhois
paljastama
revealedbythepainter;itis
pikemminkin
ratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,paljastaa
revealshimself.ThereasonIwillnotexhibit
tätä
thispictureisthatIamafraidettä
thatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”Lordi
LordHenrylaughed.“Andwhatisthat?”
he
kysyi
asked.“Iwilltellyou,”
sanoi
saidHallward;butanexpressionofperplexitycameoverhisface.
“Iam
kaikki
allexpectation,Basil,”continuedhistoverinsa
companion,glancingathim.“Oh,thereis
todella
reallyverylittletotell,Harry,”vastasi
answeredthepainter;“andIamafraidyouwillhardly
ymmärrä
understandit.Perhapsyouwillhardly
uskoa
believeit.”LordHenrysmiled,
ja
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrassja
andexaminedit.“Iam
aivan
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hevastasi
replied,gazingintentlyatthelittlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforuskoa
believingthings,Icanbelieveanything,providedettä
thatitisquiteincredible.”The
tuuli
windshooksomeblossomsfromthetrees,ja
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,liikkuivat
movedtoandfrointhelanguidair.Agrasshopper
alkoi
begantochirrupbythewall,ja
andlikeabluethreadapitkä
longthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.Lordi
LordHenryfeltasifhecouldhearBasil
BasilHallward’sheartbeating,andihmetteli
wonderedwhatwascoming.“The
tarina
storyissimplythis,”saidthemaalari
painteraftersometime.“Twomonths
sitten
agoIwenttoacrushatLady
LadyBrandon’s.Youknowwe
köyhät
poorartistshavetoshowourselvesinsocietyfromtimetotime,vain
justtoremindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.Kanssa
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyousanoit
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,voi
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.No
Well,afterIhadbeeninthehuoneessa
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagersja
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlybecameconsciousettä
thatsomeonewaslookingatminua
me.Iturnedhalf-wayround
ja
andsawDorianGrayforthefirstkertaa
time.Whenoureyesmet,I
tunsin
feltthatIwasgrowingpale.Acurious
tunne
sensationofterrorcameoverminut
me.IknewthatIhadcomefacetofacewithsomeone
jonka
whosemerepersonalitywassokiehtova
fascinatingthat,ifIallowedittotehdä
doso,itwouldabsorbmywholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.Ididnot
halunnut
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmylife.You
tiedät
knowyourself,Harry,howindependentIambynature.Ihave
aina
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;hadat
ainakin
leastalwaysbeenso,tillItapasin
metDorianGray.Then—butIdon’t
osaa
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.Something
näytti
seemedtotellmethatIwasonthepartaalla
vergeofaterriblecrisisinmylife.I
oli
hadastrangefeelingthatfateoli
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoysja
andexquisitesorrows.Igrew
pelätä
afraidandturnedtoquittheroom.Itwasnot
omatunto
consciencethatmademedoso:itwasasortofcowardice.
I
ottaisi
takenocredittomyselfforyritin
tryingtoescape.”“Conscienceandcowardicearereallythe
sama
samethings,Basil.Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
usko
believethat,Harry,andIdon’tusko
believeyoudoeither.However,
tahansa
whateverwasmymotive—anditsaattoi
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobehyvin
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtotheovelle
door.There,ofcourse,Istumbledagainst
Lady
LadyBrandon.‘Youarenotgoingtorunawayso
pian
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisapeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
sanoi
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobitswithhislongnervousfingers.“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
ja
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,ja
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiarasja
andparrotnoses.Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
I
olin
hadonlymetheroncebefore,mutta
butshetookitintoherheadtolionizeme.Ibelievesomepictureofminehadmadeagreatsuccessatthetime,at
ainakin
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardi
standardofimmortality.SuddenlyI
löysin
foundmyselffacetofacekanssa
withtheyoungmanwhosepersoonallisuus
personalityhadsostrangelystirredme.