THEPREFACE
Theartistis
yang
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.To
mengungkapkan
revealartandconcealtheseniman
artistisart’saim.The
kritikus
criticishewhocanmenerjemahkan
translateintoanothermannerorabaru
newmaterialhisimpressionofindah
beautifulthings.Thehighestasthe
terendah
lowestformofcriticismisamode
modeofautobiography.Thosewho
menemukan
finduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarekorup
corruptwithoutbeingcharming.Thisisa
kesalahan
fault.Thosewhofindbeautifulmeaningsin
indah
beautifulthingsarethecultivated.For
ini
thesethereishope.Theyaretheelecttowhom
indah
beautifulthingsmeanonlybeauty.Ada
Thereisnosuchthingasamoral
moraloranimmoralbook.Booksare
baik
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.Itu
Thatisall.Thenineteenth
abad
centurydislikeofrealismisthekemarahan
rageofCalibanseeinghissendiri
ownfaceinaglass.Thenineteenth
abad
centurydislikeofromanticismisthekemarahan
rageofCalibannotseeinghissendiri
ownfaceinaglass.Yang
Themorallifeofmanformsbagian
partofthesubject-matterofyang
theartist,butthemoralityofseni
artconsistsintheperfectpenggunaan
useofanimperfectmedium.Tidak
Noartistdesirestoproveanything.Bahkan
Eventhingsthataretruedapat
canbeproved.Noartist
memiliki
hasethicalsympathies.Anethical
simpati
sympathyinanartistissebuah
anunpardonablemannerismofstyle.Tidak
Noartistisevermorbid.The
seniman
artistcanexpresseverything.Thought
dan
andlanguagearetotheseniman
artistinstrumentsofanart.Vice
dan
andvirtuearetotheseniman
artistmaterialsforanart.Fromthepointofviewof
bentuk
form,thetypeofalltheartsistheseni
artofthemusician.Fromthepointofviewoffeeling,theactor’s
kerajinan
craftisthetype.All
seni
artisatoncesurfacedan
andsymbol.Thosewhogo
bawah
beneaththesurfacedosoattheirperil.Thosewho
membaca
readthesymboldosoattheirperil.Itisthe
penonton
spectator,andnotlife,thatseni
artreallymirrors.Diversityof
pendapat
opinionaboutaworkofartmenunjukkan
showsthattheworkisbaru
new,complex,andvital.Whencritics
setuju
disagree,theartistisinaccorddengan
withhimself.Wecanforgive
seorang
amanformakingaberguna
usefulthingaslongashedoesnotmengagumi
admireit.Theonlyexcusefor
membuat
makingauselessthingisthatsatu
oneadmiresitintensely.All
seni
artisquiteuseless.CHAPTERI.
Yang
Thestudiowasfilledwithyang
therichodourofroses,dan
andwhenthelightsummerangin
windstirredamidstthetreesofyang
thegarden,therecamethroughyang
theopendoortheheavyaroma
scentofthelilac,oryang
themoredelicateperfumeofyang
thepink-floweringthorn.Fromthe
sudut
cornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagsonwhichhewasberbaring
lying,smoking,aswashiskebiasaan
custom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWottonbisa
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweetdan
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletomenanggung
beartheburdenofakecantikan
beautysoflamelikeastheirs;dan
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthepanjang
longtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedindepan
frontofthehugewindow,menghasilkan
producingakindofmomentaryJapaneseefek
effect,andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,melalui
throughthemediumofanseni
artthatisnecessarilyimmobile,berusaha
seektoconveythesenseofswiftnessdan
andmotion.Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheir
jalan
waythroughthelongunmownrumput
grass,orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundtheberdebu
dustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedtomembuat
makethestillnessmoreoppressive.Yang
ThedimroarofLondonwasseperti
likethebourdonnoteofajauh
distantorgan.Inthecentreoftheroom,clampedtoan
tegak
uprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthpotret
portraitofayoungmanofluar biasa
extraordinarypersonalbeauty,andinfrontofitu
it,somelittledistanceaway,wasduduk
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddenmenghilang
disappearancesomeyearsagocaused,atthesaat
time,suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosobanyak
manystrangeconjectures.Asthe
pelukis
painterlookedatthegraciousdan
andcomelyformhehadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,asenyum
smileofpleasurepassedacrosshisface,dan
andseemedabouttolingersana
there.Buthesuddenlystartedup,
dan
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughheberusaha
soughttoimprisonwithinhisbrainbeberapa
somecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhemightbangun
awake.“Itisyourbest
karya
work,Basil,thebestthingyouhaveeverdone,”saidLordHenrylanguidly.“You
harus
mustcertainlysenditnexttahun
yeartotheGrosvenor.The
Akademi
Academyistoolargeandterlalu
toovulgar.WheneverIhave
pergi
gonethere,therehavebeeneithersobanyak
manypeoplethatIhavenotbeendapat
abletoseethepictures,whichwasmengerikan
dreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeendapat
abletoseethepeople,whichwasburuk
worse.TheGrosvenorisreallythe
satunya
onlyplace.”“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”heanswered,
melemparkan
tossinghisheadbackinyang
thatoddwaythatusedtomembuat
makehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
dan
andlookedathiminamazementmelalui
throughthethinbluewreathsofasap
smokethatcurledupinseperti
suchfancifulwhorlsfromhisberat
heavy,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,ifoldmenareevermampu
capableofanyemotion.”“I
tahu
knowyouwilllaughatme,”hereplied,“butIreallycan’texhibitit.I
telah
haveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”LordHenry
meregangkan
stretchedhimselfoutonthedivandan
andlaughed.“Yes,Iknewyou
akan
would;butitisquite
benar
true,allthesame.”“Too
banyak
muchofyourselfinit!Uponmy
kata
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;dan
andIreallycan’tseeanykemiripan
resemblancebetweenyou,withyourkasar
ruggedstrongfaceandyourcoal-blackrambut
hair,andthisyoungAdonis,yang
wholooksasifhewasmadeoutofgading
ivoryandrose-leaves.Why,mydear
Basil
Basil,heisaNarcissus,dan
andyou—well,ofcourseyoumemiliki
haveanintellectualexpressionandsemua
allthat.Butbeauty,real
keindahan
beauty,endswhereanintellectualekspresi
expressionbegins.Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,
dan
anddestroystheharmonyofsetiap
anyface.Themomentone
duduk
sitsdowntothink,onemenjadi
becomesallnose,oralldahi
forehead,orsomethinghorrid.Lookat
yang
thesuccessfulmeninanyofyang
thelearnedprofessions.Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!
Kecuali
Except,ofcourse,intheGereja
Church.Buttheninthe
Gereja
Churchtheydon’tthink.A
uskup
bishopkeepsonsayingatyang
theageofeightywhathewasmengatakan
toldtosaywhenhewasseorang
aboyofeighteen,andasseorang
anaturalconsequencehealwaysterlihat
looksabsolutelydelightful.Yourmysterious
muda
youngfriend,whosenameyouhavepernah
nevertoldme,butwhosepicturereallyfascinatesme,pernah
neverthinks.Ifeelquite
yakin
sureofthat.Heis
beberapa
somebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewhoharus
shouldbealwayshereinmusim dingin
winterwhenwehavenoflowerstomelihat
lookat,andalwayshereinmusim panas
summerwhenwewantsomethingtodingin
chillourintelligence.Don’tflatteryourself,
Basil
Basil:youarenotintheleast
seperti
likehim.”“Youdon’tunderstandme,Harry,”answeredthe
seniman
artist.“OfcourseIamnot
seperti
likehim.Iknowthatperfectly
baik
well.Indeed,Ishouldbe
menyesal
sorrytolooklikehim.Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iamtellingyou
yang
thetruth.Thereisafatality
tentang
aboutallphysicalandintellectualperbedaan
distinction,thesortoffatalitythatseemstoanjing
dogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.Itisbetternottobe
berbeda
differentfromone’sfellows.The
jelek
uglyandthestupidhaveyang
thebestofitinini
thisworld.Theycansitattheirease
dan
andgapeattheplay.Jika
Iftheyknownothingofkemenangan
victory,theyareatleastsparedthepengetahuan
knowledgeofdefeat.Theyliveaswe
semua
allshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,andtanpa
withoutdisquiet.Theyneitherbring
kehancuran
ruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromasing
alienhands.Yourrankand
kekayaan
wealth,Harry;mybrains,suchastheyare—my
seni
art,whateveritmaybebernilai
worth;DorianGray’sgoodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshavegivenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Is
itu
thathisname?”askedLordHenry,
berjalan
walkingacrossthestudiotowardsBasil
BasilHallward.“Yes,thatishis
namanya
name.Ididn’tintendtotellittoyou.”
“But
mengapa
whynot?”“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Ketika
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,Ipernah
nevertelltheirnamestoanyone.Itis
seperti
likesurrenderingapartofmereka
them.Ihavegrownto
mencintai
lovesecrecy.Itseemstobethe
satu
onethingthatcanmakemodern
modernlifemysteriousormarvelloustokita
us.Thecommonestthingis
menyenangkan
delightfulifoneonlyhidesit.Ketika
WhenIleavetownnowIpernah
nevertellmypeoplewhereIampergi
going.IfIdid,I
akan
wouldloseallmypleasure.Itisasilly
kebiasaan
habit,Idaresay,butentah bagaimana
somehowitseemstobringagreatdealofromanceintoone’skehidupan
life.Isupposeyouthinkme
sangat
awfullyfoolishaboutit?”“Notatall,”answeredLordHenry,“notatall,mydear
Basil
Basil.YouseemtoforgetthatIammarried,
dan
andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatitmembuat
makesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelydiperlukan
necessaryforbothparties.I
pernah
neverknowwheremywifeis,dan
andmywifeneverknowswhatIamdoing.Ketika
Whenwemeet—wedomeetsesekali
occasionally,whenwedineouttogether,atau
orgodowntotheDuke’s—wemenceritakan
telleachotherthemostabsurd
absurdstorieswiththemostserius
seriousfaces.Mywifeis
sangat
verygoodatit—muchbetter,infact,thanIam.She
pernah
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,dan
andIalwaysdo.But
ketika
whenshedoesfindmeout,shemembuat
makesnorowatall.I
kadang
sometimeswishshewould;butshe
hanya
merelylaughsatme.”“I
benci
hatethewayyoutalktentang
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”saidBasil
BasilHallward,strollingtowardsthepintu
doorthatledintothekebun
garden.“Ibelievethatyouarereallyaverygood
suami
husband,butthatyouarebenar
thoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.Youarean
luar biasa
extraordinaryfellow.Youneversaya
moral
moralthing,andyounevermelakukan
doawrongthing.Yourcynicismissimplyapose.”
“Being
alami
naturalissimplyapose,dan
andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”criedLordHenry,laughing;dan
andthetwoyoungmenwentkeluar
outintothegardentogetherdan
andensconcedthemselvesonapanjang
longbambooseatthatstoodinthenaungan
shadeofatalllaurelsemak
bush.Thesunlightslippedover
yang
thepolishedleaves.Inthe
rumput
grass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.Setelah
Afterapause,LordHenrymenarik
pulledouthiswatch.“Iam
takut
afraidImustbegoing,Basil,”hemurmured,“andsebelum
beforeIgo,Iinsistonyourmenjawab
answeringaquestionIputtoyoubeberapa
sometimeago.”“Whatisthat?”
saidthe
pelukis
painter,keepinghiseyesfixedonthetanah
ground.“Youknowquitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,I
akan
willtellyouwhatitis.I
ingin
wantyoutoexplaintomemengapa
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’sgambar
picture.Iwanttherealreason.”
“Itoldyouthe
sebenarnya
realreason.”“No,youdidnot.
Yousaiditwas
karena
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfinitu
it.Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”said
Basil
BasilHallward,lookinghimstraightinthewajah
face,“everyportraitthatispainteddengan
withfeelingisaportraitoftheseniman
artist,notofthesitter.Thesitterismerelythe
kecelakaan
accident,theoccasion.Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythe
pelukis
painter;itisratherthe
pelukis
painterwho,onthecolouredkanvas
canvas,revealshimself.ThereasonI
akan
willnotexhibitthispictureisbahwa
thatIamafraidthatItelah
haveshowninittherahasia
secretofmyownsoul.”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.”LordHenry
tersenyum
smiled,andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisy
daisyfromthegrassandexaminedit.“Iam
cukup
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthekecil
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasforbelievingthings,Idapat
canbelieveanything,providedthatitiscukup
quiteincredible.”Thewindshook
beberapa
someblossomsfromthetrees,dan
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,bergerak
movedtoandfroinyang
thelanguidair.Agrasshopper
mulai
begantochirrupbythedinding
wall,andlikeabluebenang
threadalongthindragon-flyfloatedmelewati
pastonitsbrowngauzewings.LordHenry
merasa
feltasifhecouldmendengar
hearBasilHallward’sheartbeating,dan
andwonderedwhatwascoming.“Thestoryis
hanya
simplythis,”saidthepaintersetelah
aftersometime.“Twomonths
lalu
agoIwenttoacrushatLadyBrandon’s.You
tahu
knowwepoorartistshavetomenunjukkan
showourselvesinsocietyfromwaktu
timetotime,justtomengingatkan
remindthepublicthatwearenotsavages.Dengan
Withaneveningcoatandseorang
awhitetie,asyoutoldmepernah
once,anybody,evenastock-broker,dapat
cangainareputationforbeingberadab
civilized.Well,afterIhadbeenintheroom
sekitar
abouttenminutes,talkingtobesar
hugeoverdresseddowagersandtediousacademicians,Isuddenlymenjadi
becameconsciousthatsomeonewasmelihat
lookingatme.Iturned
setengah
half-wayroundandsawDorianGrayforthepertama
firsttime.Whenoureyes
bertemu
met,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpucat
pale.Acurioussensationofterror
datang
cameoverme.IknewthatIhadcomefacetoface
dengan
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassomenarik
fascinatingthat,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
SomethingseemedtotellmethatIwasontheambang
vergeofaterriblecrisisinmyhidup
life.Ihadastrangefeelingthat
nasib
fatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoysdan
andexquisitesorrows.Igrew
takut
afraidandturnedtoquittheroom.Itwasnotconsciencethatmademedoso:
itwasa
semacam
sortofcowardice.Itake
tidak
nocredittomyselfformencoba
tryingtoescape.”“Conscienceand
pengecut
cowardicearereallythesamethings,Basil
Basil.Conscienceisthetrade-nameofthe
perusahaan
firm.Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
percaya
believethat,Harry,andIdon’tpercaya
believeyoudoeither.However,
apa pun
whateverwasmymotive—anditmungkin
mayhavebeenpride,forIdigunakan
usedtobeveryproud—Ipasti
certainlystruggledtothedoor.Sana
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLadyBrandon
Brandon.‘Youarenotgoingtorunawaysosoon,Mr.Hallward?’she
berteriak
screamedout.Youknowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheisa
merak
peacockineverythingbutbeauty,”saidLordHenry,menarik
pullingthedaisytobitsdengan
withhislongnervousfingers.“I
bisa
couldnotgetridofher.Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
dan
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,dan
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiarasdan
andparrotnoses.Shespokeofmeasherdearest
teman
friend.Ihadonlymether
sekali
oncebefore,butshetookitintoherheadtolionizeme.I
percaya
believesomepictureofminehadmembuat
madeagreatsuccessatthesaat
time,atleasthadbeenchatteredaboutinthepennynewspapers,whichisthenineteenth-centurystandar
standardofimmortality.SuddenlyI
menemukan
foundmyselffacetofacedengan
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonalityhadsoaneh
strangelystirredme.