THEPREFACE
Theartistis
yang
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.Torevealart
dan
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.Thecriticishewho
dapat
cantranslateintoanothermanneratau
oranewmaterialhisimpressionofindah
beautifulthings.Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Mereka
Thosewhofinduglymeaningsinindah
beautifulthingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.Ini
Thisisafault.Thosewho
menemukan
findbeautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsarethecultivated.For
ini
thesethereishope.Theyaretheelecttowhom
indah
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.Ada
Thereisnosuchthingasamoralatau
oranimmoralbook.Booksare
baik
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.Itu
Thatisall.ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCaliban
melihat
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
melihat
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.Yang
Themorallifeofmanformsbagian
partofthesubject-matterofyang
theartist,butthemoralityofartconsistsinyang
theperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.Tidak
Noartistdesirestoproveanything.Bahkan
Eventhingsthataretruedapat
canbeproved.Noartist
memiliki
hasethicalsympathies.Anethicalsympathyin
sebuah
anartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.Tidak
Noartistisevermorbid.Theartist
dapat
canexpresseverything.Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
dan
andvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsforsebuah
anart.Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
semua
alltheartsistheartofthemusician.Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Semua
Allartisatoncesurfacedan
andsymbol.Thosewhogobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Thosewho
membaca
readthesymboldosoattheirperil.Itisthespectator,
dan
andnotlife,thatartreallymirrors.Diversityofopinion
tentang
aboutaworkofartmenunjukkan
showsthattheworkisbaru
new,complex,andvital.Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccord
dengan
withhimself.Wecanforgive
seorang
amanformakingausefulsesuatu
thingaslongashedoesnotadmireitu
it.Theonlyexcusefor
membuat
makingauselessthingisthatsatu
oneadmiresitintensely.Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Yang
Thestudiowasfilledwithyang
therichodourofroses,dan
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstyang
thetreesofthegarden,theredatang
camethroughtheopendooryang
theheavyscentofthelilac,atau
orthemoredelicateperfumeofyang
thepink-floweringthorn.FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewas
berbaring
lying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWottonbisa
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweetdan
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;dan
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthepanjang
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedindepan
frontofthehugewindow,producingasemacam
kindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,dan
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,melalui
throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftnessdan
andmotion.Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheir
jalan
waythroughthelongunmowngrass,atau
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomembuat
makethestillnessmoreoppressive.Yang
ThedimroarofLondonwasseperti
likethebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
dan
andinfrontofit,beberapa
somelittledistanceaway,wasduduk
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearancebeberapa
someyearsagocaused,atthesaat
time,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosobanyak
manystrangeconjectures.Asthepainter
melihat
lookedatthegraciousandcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,dan
andseemedabouttolingersana
there.Buthesuddenlystartedup,
dan
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainbeberapa
somecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.“Itisyour
terbaik
bestwork,Basil,thebesthal
thingyouhaveeverdone,”saidLordHenrylanguidly.“You
harus
mustcertainlysenditnexttahun
yeartotheGrosvenor.TheAcademyis
terlalu
toolargeandtoovulgar.WheneverIhave
pergi
gonethere,therehavebeeneithersobanyak
manypeoplethatIhavenotbeendapat
abletoseethepictures,whichwasdreadful,atau
orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeendapat
abletoseethepeople,whichwasworse.TheGrosvenorisreallythe
satunya
onlyplace.”“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghishead
belakang
backinthatoddwayyang
thatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
dan
andlookedathiminamazementmelalui
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledupinseperti
suchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.“Notsenditanywhere?
My
sayang
dearfellow,why?Haveyouany
alasan
reason?Whatoddchapsyoupainters
yang
are!Youdoanythinginthe
dunia
worldtogainareputation.As
segera
soonasyouhaveone,youseemtoingin
wanttothrowitaway.Itissillyofyou,for
ada
thereisonlyonethinginthedunia
worldworsethanbeingtalkedabout,dan
andthatisnotbeingtalkedabout.Sebuah
Aportraitlikethiswouldsetyoujauh
farabovealltheyoungmeninEngland,dan
andmaketheoldmencukup
quitejealous,ifoldmenareevercapableofsetiap
anyemotion.”“Iknowyou
akan
willlaughatme,”hereplied,“butIreallycan’texhibitit.I
telah
haveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
dan
andlaughed.“Yes,Iknewyou
akan
would;butitisquite
benar
true,allthesame.”“Too
banyak
muchofyourselfinit!Uponmy
kata
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;dan
andIreallycan’tseeanyresemblanceantara
betweenyou,withyourruggedstrongwajah
faceandyourcoal-blackhair,dan
andthisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofivorydan
androse-leaves.Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
dan
andyou—well,ofcourseyoumemiliki
haveanintellectualexpressionandsemua
allthat.Butbeauty,realbeauty,
berakhir
endswhereanintellectualexpressionbegins.Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,
dan
anddestroystheharmonyofsetiap
anyface.Themomentone
duduk
sitsdowntothink,onemenjadi
becomesallnose,orallforehead,atau
orsomethinghorrid.Lookat
yang
thesuccessfulmeninanyofyang
thelearnedprofessions.Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,of
saja
course,intheChurch.ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
berpikir
think.Abishopkeepson
mengatakan
sayingattheageofeightywhathewasmengatakan
toldtosaywhenhewasseorang
aboyofeighteen,andasseorang
anaturalconsequencehealwaysterlihat
looksabsolutelydelightful.Yourmysterious
muda
youngfriend,whosenameyouhavepernah
nevertoldme,butwhosepicturereallyfascinatesme,pernah
neverthinks.Ifeelquite
yakin
sureofthat.Heis
beberapa
somebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewhoharus
shouldbealwayshereinwinterketika
whenwehavenoflowerstomelihat
lookat,andalwayshereinsummerketika
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleast
seperti
likehim.”“Youdon’tunderstandme,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
saja
courseIamnotlikedia
him.Iknowthatperfectly
baik
well.Indeed,Ishouldbe
menyesal
sorrytolooklikehim.Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyou
yang
thetruth.Thereisafatality
tentang
aboutallphysicalandintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstoanjing
dogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.Itisbetternottobe
berbeda
differentfromone’sfellows.Theugly
dan
andthestupidhavetheterbaik
bestofitinthisdunia
world.Theycansitattheirease
dan
andgapeattheplay.Jika
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatsetidaknya
leastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.They
hidup
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,dan
andwithoutdisquiet.Theyneither
membawa
bringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.Yourrank
dan
andwealth,Harry;mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
apa pun
whateveritmaybeworth;DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshavegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
itu
thathisname?”askedLordHenry,
berjalan
walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.“Yes,
itu
thatishisname.Ididn’tintendtotellittoyou.”
“But
mengapa
whynot?”“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Ketika
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Ipernah
nevertelltheirnamestoanyone.Itis
seperti
likesurrenderingapartofmereka
them.Ihavegrownto
mencintai
lovesecrecy.Itseemstobethe
satu
onethingthatcanmakemodernkehidupan
lifemysteriousormarvelloustokita
us.Thecommonestthingisdelightful
jika
ifoneonlyhidesit.Ketika
WhenIleavetownnowIpernah
nevertellmypeoplewhereIampergi
going.IfIdid,I
akan
wouldloseallmypleasure.Itisasillyhabit,Idare
mengatakan
say,butsomehowitseemstomembawa
bringagreatdealofromanceintoone’skehidupan
life.Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolish
tentang
aboutit?”“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,mydearBasil.
Youseemto
lupa
forgetthatIammarried,dan
andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatitmembuat
makesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryforkedua
bothparties.Ineverknow
mana
wheremywifeis,andmyistri
wifeneverknowswhatIamdoing.Ketika
Whenwemeet—wedomeetoccasionally,ketika
whenwedineouttogether,atau
orgodowntotheDuke’s—wemenceritakan
telleachotherthemostabsurdstoriesdengan
withthemostseriousfaces.My
istri
wifeisverygoodatit—muchbetter,infact,thanIam.She
pernah
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,dan
andIalwaysdo.But
ketika
whenshedoesfindmeout,shemembuat
makesnorowatall.I
kadang
sometimeswishshewould;butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“I
benci
hatethewayyoutalktentang
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthepintu
doorthatledintothegarden.“I
percaya
believethatyouarereallyaverygoodsuami
husband,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyoursendiri
ownvirtues.Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
pernah
neversayamoralthing,dan
andyouneverdoasalah
wrongthing.Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalissimplyapose,
dan
andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;dan
andthetwoyoungmenwentkeluar
outintothegardentogetherdan
andensconcedthemselvesonapanjang
longbambooseatthatstoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.Yang
Thesunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.Inthegrass,
putih
whitedaisiesweretremulous.Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“Iam
takut
afraidImustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andsebelum
beforeIgo,Iinsistonyourmenjawab
answeringaquestionIputtoyoubeberapa
sometimeago.”“Whatisthat?”
saidthepainter,
menjaga
keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.“You
tahu
knowquitewell.”“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,I
akan
willtellyouwhatitis.I
ingin
wantyoutoexplaintomemengapa
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.I
ingin
wanttherealreason.”“Itoldyouthe
sebenarnya
realreason.”“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwas
karena
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfinitu
it.Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightinthe
wajah
face,“everyportraitthatispainteddengan
withfeelingisaportraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
alasan
reasonIwillnotexhibitini
thispictureisthatIamtakut
afraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmysendiri
ownsoul.”LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
bertanya
asked.“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
tapi
butanexpressionofperplexitydatang
cameoverhisface.“Iam
semua
allexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingathim.“Oh,thereisreallyvery
sedikit
littletotell,Harry,”answeredyang
thepainter;“andIam
takut
afraidyouwillhardlyunderstandit.Mungkin
Perhapsyouwillhardlybelieveit.”LordHenrysmiled,
dan
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrassdan
andexaminedit.“Iam
cukup
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthekecil
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,Idapat
canbelieveanything,providedthatitiscukup
quiteincredible.”Thewindshook
beberapa
someblossomsfromthetrees,dan
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,bergerak
movedtoandfroinyang
thelanguidair.Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
dan
andlikeabluethreadapanjang
longthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.LordHenry
merasa
feltasifhecouldmendengar
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,dan
andwonderedwhatwascoming.“Thestoryissimplythis,”saidthepainter
setelah
aftersometime.“Twomonths
lalu
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.You
tahu
knowwepoorartistshavetomenunjukkan
showourselvesinsocietyfromwaktu
timetotime,justtoremindthepublicbahwa
thatwearenotsavages.Dengan
Withaneveningcoatandseorang
awhitetie,asyoutoldmepernah
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,dapat
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.Nah
Well,afterIhadbeenintheroomsekitar
abouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagersdan
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenlymenjadi
becameconsciousthatsomeonewasmelihat
lookingatme.Iturnedhalf-wayround
dan
andsawDorianGrayforthepertama
firsttime.Whenoureyes
bertemu
met,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.Sebuah
Acurioussensationofterrordatang
cameoverme.IknewthatIhadcomefacetoface
dengan
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,jika
ifIallowedittodoso,itakan
wouldabsorbmywholenature,myseluruh
wholesoul,myveryartitself.Ididnot
ingin
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmyhidup
life.Youknowyourself,Harry,
betapa
howindependentIambynature.Ihave
selalu
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;hadat
setidaknya
leastalwaysbeenso,tillIbertemu
metDorianGray.Then—butIdon’t
tahu
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.Sesuatu
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeofaterriblecrisisinmyhidup
life.Ihadastrangefeelingthatfate
memiliki
hadinstoreformeexquisitejoysdan
andexquisitesorrows.Igrew
takut
afraidandturnedtoquittheroom.Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwasa
semacam
sortofcowardice.Itake
tidak
nocredittomyselfformencoba
tryingtoescape.”“Conscienceandcowardicearereallythe
sama
samethings,Basil.Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Itu
Thatisall.”“Idon’t
percaya
believethat,Harry,andIdon’tpercaya
believeyoudoeither.However,
apa pun
whateverwasmymotive—anditmungkin
mayhavebeenpride,forIdigunakan
usedtobeveryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothepintu
door.There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
tahu
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”“Yes;
sheisapeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”saidLordHenry,pulling
yang
thedaisytobitswithhispanjang
longnervousfingers.“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
dan
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,dan
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiarasdan
andparrotnoses.Shespokeofmeasherdearest
teman
friend.Ihadonlymether
sekali
oncebefore,butshetookitintoherheadtolionizeme.I
percaya
believesomepictureofminehadmembuat
madeagreatsuccessatthesaat
time,atleasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.SuddenlyI
menemukan
foundmyselffacetofacedengan
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirredme.