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THEPREFACE
Theartistis
yang
the
creatorofbeautifulthings.
Torevealart
dan
and
concealtheartistisart’saim.
Thecriticishewho
dapat
can
translateintoanothermanner
atau
or
anewmaterialhisimpressionof
indah
beautiful
things.
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismisamodeofautobiography.
Mereka
Those
whofinduglymeaningsin
indah
beautiful
thingsarecorruptwithoutbeingcharming.
Ini
This
isafault.
Thosewho
menemukan
find
beautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsarethecultivated.
For
ini
these
thereishope.
Theyaretheelecttowhom
indah
beautiful
thingsmeanonlybeauty.
Ada
There
isnosuchthingasamoral
atau
or
animmoralbook.
Booksare
baik
well
written,orbadlywritten.
Itu
That
isall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCaliban
melihat
seeing
hisownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
melihat
seeing
hisownfaceinaglass.
Yang
The
morallifeofmanforms
bagian
part
ofthesubject-matterof
yang
the
artist,butthemoralityofartconsistsin
yang
the
perfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Tidak
No
artistdesirestoproveanything.
Bahkan
Even
thingsthataretrue
dapat
can
beproved.
Noartist
memiliki
has
ethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyin
sebuah
an
artistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Tidak
No
artistisevermorbid.
Theartist
dapat
can
expresseverything.
Thoughtandlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsofanart.
Vice
dan
and
virtuearetotheartistmaterialsfor
sebuah
an
art.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeof
semua
all
theartsistheartofthemusician.
Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’scraftisthetype.
Semua
All
artisatoncesurface
dan
and
symbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.
Thosewho
membaca
read
thesymboldosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
dan
and
notlife,thatartreallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
tentang
about
aworkofart
menunjukkan
shows
thattheworkis
baru
new
,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccord
dengan
with
himself.
Wecanforgive
seorang
a
manformakingauseful
sesuatu
thing
aslongashedoesnotadmire
itu
it
.
Theonlyexcusefor
membuat
making
auselessthingisthat
satu
one
admiresitintensely.
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Yang
The
studiowasfilledwith
yang
the
richodourofroses,
dan
and
whenthelightsummerwindstirredamidst
yang
the
treesofthegarden,there
datang
came
throughtheopendoor
yang
the
heavyscentofthelilac,
atau
or
themoredelicateperfumeof
yang
the
pink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewas
berbaring
lying
,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWotton
bisa
could
justcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
dan
and
honey-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
dan
and
nowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthe
panjang
long
tussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedin
depan
front
ofthehugewindow,producinga
semacam
kind
ofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
dan
and
makinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,
melalui
through
themediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
dan
and
motion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheir
jalan
way
throughthelongunmowngrass,
atau
or
circlingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedto
membuat
make
thestillnessmoreoppressive.
Yang
The
dimroarofLondonwas
seperti
like
thebourdonnoteofadistantorgan.
Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofayoungmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
dan
and
infrontofit,
beberapa
some
littledistanceaway,was
duduk
sitting
theartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearance
beberapa
some
yearsagocaused,atthe
saat
time
,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetoso
banyak
many
strangeconjectures.
Asthepainter
melihat
looked
atthegraciousandcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,
dan
and
seemedabouttolinger
sana
there
.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
dan
and
closinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrain
beberapa
some
curiousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightawake.
“Itisyour
terbaik
best
work,Basil,thebest
hal
thing
youhaveeverdone,”saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“You
harus
must
certainlysenditnext
tahun
year
totheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
terlalu
too
largeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhave
pergi
gone
there,therehavebeeneitherso
banyak
many
peoplethatIhavenotbeen
dapat
able
toseethepictures,whichwasdreadful,
atau
or
somanypicturesthatIhavenotbeen
dapat
able
toseethepeople,whichwasworse.
TheGrosvenorisreallythe
satunya
only
place.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,tossinghishead
belakang
back
inthatoddway
yang
that
usedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
dan
and
lookedathiminamazement
melalui
through
thethinbluewreathsofsmokethatcurledupin
seperti
such
fancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
My
sayang
dear
fellow,why?
Haveyouany
alasan
reason
?
Whatoddchapsyoupainters
yang
are
!
Youdoanythinginthe
dunia
world
togainareputation.
As
segera
soon
asyouhaveone,youseemto
ingin
want
tothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,for
ada
there
isonlyonethinginthe
dunia
world
worsethanbeingtalkedabout,
dan
and
thatisnotbeingtalkedabout.
Sebuah
A
portraitlikethiswouldsetyou
jauh
far
abovealltheyoungmeninEngland,
dan
and
maketheoldmen
cukup
quite
jealous,ifoldmenareevercapableof
setiap
any
emotion.”
“Iknowyou
akan
will
laughatme,”hereplied,“butIreallycan’texhibitit.
I
telah
have
puttoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
dan
and
laughed.
“Yes,Iknewyou
akan
would
;
butitisquite
benar
true
,allthesame.”
“Too
banyak
much
ofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
kata
word
,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
dan
and
Ireallycan’tseeanyresemblance
antara
between
you,withyourruggedstrong
wajah
face
andyourcoal-blackhair,
dan
and
thisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofivory
dan
and
rose-leaves.
Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
dan
and
you—well,ofcourseyou
memiliki
have
anintellectualexpressionand
semua
all
that.
Butbeauty,realbeauty,
berakhir
ends
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,
dan
and
destroystheharmonyof
setiap
any
face.
Themomentone
duduk
sits
downtothink,one
menjadi
becomes
allnose,orallforehead,
atau
or
somethinghorrid.
Lookat
yang
the
successfulmeninanyof
yang
the
learnedprofessions.
Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Except,of
saja
course
,intheChurch.
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
berpikir
think
.
Abishopkeepson
mengatakan
saying
attheageofeightywhathewas
mengatakan
told
tosaywhenhewas
seorang
a
boyofeighteen,andas
seorang
a
naturalconsequencehealways
terlihat
looks
absolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
muda
young
friend,whosenameyouhave
pernah
never
toldme,butwhosepicturereallyfascinatesme,
pernah
never
thinks.
Ifeelquite
yakin
sure
ofthat.
Heis
beberapa
some
brainlessbeautifulcreaturewho
harus
should
bealwayshereinwinter
ketika
when
wehavenoflowersto
melihat
look
at,andalwayshereinsummer
ketika
when
wewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleast
seperti
like
him.”
“Youdon’tunderstandme,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“Of
saja
course
Iamnotlike
dia
him
.
Iknowthatperfectly
baik
well
.
Indeed,Ishouldbe
menyesal
sorry
tolooklikehim.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyou
yang
the
truth.
Thereisafatality
tentang
about
allphysicalandintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemsto
anjing
dog
throughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itisbetternottobe
berbeda
different
fromone’sfellows.
Theugly
dan
and
thestupidhavethe
terbaik
best
ofitinthis
dunia
world
.
Theycansitattheirease
dan
and
gapeattheplay.
Jika
If
theyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
setidaknya
least
sparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
hidup
live
asweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
dan
and
withoutdisquiet.
Theyneither
membawa
bring
ruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
dan
and
wealth,Harry;
mybrains,suchastheyare—myart,
apa pun
whatever
itmaybeworth;
DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshavegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
itu
that
hisname?”
askedLordHenry,
berjalan
walking
acrossthestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,
itu
that
ishisname.
Ididn’tintendtotellittoyou.”
“But
mengapa
why
not?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Ketika
When
Ilikepeopleimmensely,I
pernah
never
telltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
seperti
like
surrenderingapartof
mereka
them
.
Ihavegrownto
mencintai
love
secrecy.
Itseemstobethe
satu
one
thingthatcanmakemodern
kehidupan
life
mysteriousormarvellousto
kita
us
.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
jika
if
oneonlyhidesit.
Ketika
When
IleavetownnowI
pernah
never
tellmypeoplewhereIam
pergi
going
.
IfIdid,I
akan
would
loseallmypleasure.
Itisasillyhabit,Idare
mengatakan
say
,butsomehowitseemsto
membawa
bring
agreatdealofromanceintoone’s
kehidupan
life
.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolish
tentang
about
it?”
“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,mydearBasil.
Youseemto
lupa
forget
thatIammarried,
dan
and
theonecharmofmarriageisthatit
membuat
makes
alifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
kedua
both
parties.
Ineverknow
mana
where
mywifeis,andmy
istri
wife
neverknowswhatIamdoing.
Ketika
When
wemeet—wedomeetoccasionally,
ketika
when
wedineouttogether,
atau
or
godowntotheDuke’s—we
menceritakan
tell
eachotherthemostabsurdstories
dengan
with
themostseriousfaces.
My
istri
wife
isverygoodatit—muchbetter,infact,thanIam.
She
pernah
never
getsconfusedoverherdates,
dan
and
Ialwaysdo.
But
ketika
when
shedoesfindmeout,she
membuat
makes
norowatall.
I
kadang
sometimes
wishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“I
benci
hate
thewayyoutalk
tentang
about
yourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasilHallward,strollingtowardsthe
pintu
door
thatledintothegarden.
“I
percaya
believe
thatyouarereallyaverygood
suami
husband
,butthatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyour
sendiri
own
virtues.
Youareanextraordinaryfellow.
You
pernah
never
sayamoralthing,
dan
and
youneverdoa
salah
wrong
thing.
Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Beingnaturalissimplyapose,
dan
and
themostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;
dan
and
thetwoyoungmenwent
keluar
out
intothegardentogether
dan
and
ensconcedthemselvesona
panjang
long
bambooseatthatstoodintheshadeofatalllaurelbush.
Yang
The
sunlightslippedoverthepolishedleaves.
Inthegrass,
putih
white
daisiesweretremulous.
Afterapause,LordHenrypulledouthiswatch.
“Iam
takut
afraid
Imustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“and
sebelum
before
Igo,Iinsistonyour
menjawab
answering
aquestionIputtoyou
beberapa
some
timeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
saidthepainter,
menjaga
keeping
hiseyesfixedontheground.
“You
tahu
know
quitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,I
akan
will
tellyouwhatitis.
I
ingin
want
youtoexplaintome
mengapa
why
youwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
ingin
want
therealreason.”
“Itoldyouthe
sebenarnya
real
reason.”
“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwas
karena
because
therewastoomuchofyourselfin
itu
it
.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightinthe
wajah
face
,“everyportraitthatispainted
dengan
with
feelingisaportraitoftheartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisratherthepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
alasan
reason
Iwillnotexhibit
ini
this
pictureisthatIam
takut
afraid
thatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmy
sendiri
own
soul.”
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
bertanya
asked
.
“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
tapi
but
anexpressionofperplexity
datang
came
overhisface.
“Iam
semua
all
expectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingathim.
“Oh,thereisreallyvery
sedikit
little
totell,Harry,”answered
yang
the
painter;
“andIam
takut
afraid
youwillhardlyunderstandit.
Mungkin
Perhaps
youwillhardlybelieveit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
dan
and
leaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
dan
and
examinedit.
“Iam
cukup
quite
sureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
kecil
little
golden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,I
dapat
can
believeanything,providedthatitis
cukup
quite
incredible.”
Thewindshook
beberapa
some
blossomsfromthetrees,
dan
and
theheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
bergerak
moved
toandfroin
yang
the
languidair.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
dan
and
likeabluethreada
panjang
long
thindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
LordHenry
merasa
felt
asifhecould
mendengar
hear
BasilHallward’sheartbeating,
dan
and
wonderedwhatwascoming.
“Thestoryissimplythis,”saidthepainter
setelah
after
sometime.
“Twomonths
lalu
ago
IwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
tahu
know
wepoorartistshaveto
menunjukkan
show
ourselvesinsocietyfrom
waktu
time
totime,justtoremindthepublic
bahwa
that
wearenotsavages.
Dengan
With
aneveningcoatand
seorang
a
whitetie,asyoutoldme
pernah
once
,anybody,evenastock-broker,
dapat
can
gainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Nah
Well
,afterIhadbeenintheroom
sekitar
about
tenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
dan
and
tediousacademicians,Isuddenly
menjadi
became
consciousthatsomeonewas
melihat
looking
atme.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
dan
and
sawDorianGrayforthe
pertama
first
time.
Whenoureyes
bertemu
met
,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Sebuah
A
curioussensationofterror
datang
came
overme.
IknewthatIhadcomefacetoface
dengan
with
someonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
jika
if
Iallowedittodoso,it
akan
would
absorbmywholenature,my
seluruh
whole
soul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
ingin
want
anyexternalinfluenceinmy
hidup
life
.
Youknowyourself,Harry,
betapa
how
independentIambynature.
Ihave
selalu
always
beenmyownmaster;
hadat
setidaknya
least
alwaysbeenso,tillI
bertemu
met
DorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
tahu
know
howtoexplainittoyou.
Sesuatu
Something
seemedtotellmethatIwasonthevergeofaterriblecrisisinmy
hidup
life
.
Ihadastrangefeelingthatfate
memiliki
had
instoreformeexquisitejoys
dan
and
exquisitesorrows.
Igrew
takut
afraid
andturnedtoquittheroom.
Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwasa
semacam
sort
ofcowardice.
Itake
tidak
no
credittomyselffor
mencoba
trying
toescape.”
“Conscienceandcowardicearereallythe
sama
same
things,Basil.
Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthefirm.
Itu
That
isall.”
“Idon’t
percaya
believe
that,Harry,andIdon’t
percaya
believe
youdoeither.
However,
apa pun
whatever
wasmymotive—andit
mungkin
may
havebeenpride,forI
digunakan
used
tobeveryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
pintu
door
.
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenotgoingtorunawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
tahu
know
hercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisapeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”saidLordHenry,pulling
yang
the
daisytobitswithhis
panjang
long
nervousfingers.
“Icouldnotgetridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
dan
and
peoplewithstarsandgarters,
dan
and
elderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
dan
and
parrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearest
teman
friend
.
Ihadonlymether
sekali
once
before,butshetookitintoherheadtolionizeme.
I
percaya
believe
somepictureofminehad
membuat
made
agreatsuccessatthe
saat
time
,atleasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,whichisthenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyI
menemukan
found
myselffacetoface
dengan
with
theyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadsostrangelystirredme.