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The Picture of Dorian Gray | Progressively Translated Portuguese A1 Books

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THEPREFACE
Theartistis
o
thecreatorofbeautifulthings.
Torevealart
e
andconcealtheartistisart’saim.
O
Thecriticishewho
pode
cantranslateintoanothermanner
ou
oranewmaterialhisimpressionofbeautifulthings.
A
Thehighestasthelowestformofcriticismis
um
amodeofautobiography.
Those
que
whofinduglymeaningsinbeautifulthingsarecorrupt
sem
withoutbeingcharming.
Thisis
uma
afault.
Thosewhofindbeautifulmeaningsinbeautifulthingsare
os
thecultivated.
Forthesethereis
esperança
hope.
Theyaretheelecttowhombeautifulthings
significam
meanonlybeauty.
Thereis
não
nosuchthingasamoral
ou
oranimmoralbook.
Booksare
bem
wellwritten,orbadlywritten.
Que
Thatisall.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofrealismistherageofCaliban
ver
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
ThenineteenthcenturydislikeofromanticismistherageofCalibannot
ver
seeinghisownfaceinaglass.
A
Themorallifeofmanforms
parte
partofthesubject-matterof
a
theartist,butthemoralityofartconsistsin
a
theperfectuseofanimperfectmedium.
Nenhum
Noartistdesirestoprove
nada
anything.
Eventhingsthataretrue
podem
canbeproved.
Noartist
tem
hasethicalsympathies.
Anethicalsympathyinanartistisanunpardonablemannerismofstyle.
Nenhum
Noartistisevermorbid.
O
Theartistcanexpresseverything.
Thought
e
andlanguagearetotheartistinstrumentsof
uma
anart.
Viceandvirtuearetotheartistmaterialsfor
uma
anart.
Fromthepointofviewofform,thetypeofalltheartsistheartofthemusician.
From
o
thepointofviewoffeeling,
o
theactor’scraftisthetype.
Toda
Allartisatoncesurface
e
andsymbol.
Thosewhogobeneaththesurface
fazem
dosoattheirperil.
Aqueles
Thosewhoreadthesymbol
fazem
dosoattheirperil.
Itisthespectator,
e
andnotlife,thatart
realmente
reallymirrors.
Diversityofopinion
sobre
aboutaworkofart
mostra
showsthattheworkis
nova
new,complex,andvital.
Whencriticsdisagree,theartistisinaccordwithhimself.
We
podemos
canforgiveamanfor
fazer
makingausefulthingaslongashe
fazer
doesnotadmireit.
Theonly
desculpa
excuseformakingauseless
coisa
thingisthatoneadmiresitintensely.
Toda
Allartisquiteuseless.
CHAPTERI.
Thestudiowasfilledwiththerichodourofroses,
e
andwhenthelightsummerwindstirredamidstthetreesofthegarden,therecamethroughtheopen
porta
doortheheavyscentofthelilac,
ou
orthemoredelicateperfumeofthepink-floweringthorn.
FromthecornerofthedivanofPersiansaddle-bagson
que
whichhewaslying,smoking,aswashiscustom,innumerablecigarettes,LordHenryWotton
podia
couldjustcatchthegleamofthehoney-sweet
e
andhoney-colouredblossomsofalaburnum,whosetremulousbranchesseemedhardlyabletobeartheburdenofabeautysoflamelikeastheirs;
e
andnowandthenthefantasticshadowsofbirdsinflightflittedacrossthelongtussore-silkcurtainsthatwerestretchedin
frente
frontofthehugewindow,producinga
espécie
kindofmomentaryJapaneseeffect,
e
andmakinghimthinkofthosepallid,jade-facedpaintersofTokyowho,throughthemediumofanartthatisnecessarilyimmobile,seektoconveythesenseofswiftness
e
andmotion.
Thesullenmurmurofthebeesshoulderingtheir
caminho
waythroughthelongunmowngrass,
ou
orcirclingwithmonotonousinsistenceroundthedustygilthornsofthestragglingwoodbine,seemedto
tornar
makethestillnessmoreoppressive.
ThedimroarofLondonwas
como
likethebourdonnoteof
um
adistantorgan.
Inthecentreofthe
sala
room,clampedtoanuprighteasel,stoodthefull-lengthportraitofa
jovem
youngmanofextraordinarypersonalbeauty,
e
andinfrontofit,
alguns
somelittledistanceaway,was
sentado
sittingtheartisthimself,BasilHallward,whosesuddendisappearance
alguns
someyearsagocaused,atthetime,
tal
suchpublicexcitementandgaverisetosomanystrangeconjectures.
Asthepainter
olhava
lookedatthegraciousandcomelyformhe
tinha
hadsoskilfullymirroredinhisart,
um
asmileofpleasurepassedacrosshis
rosto
face,andseemedabouttolinger
lá
there.
Buthesuddenlystartedup,
e
andclosinghiseyes,placedhisfingersuponthelids,asthoughhesoughttoimprisonwithinhisbrain
algum
somecuriousdreamfromwhichhefearedhe
poderia
mightawake.
“Itisyour
melhor
bestwork,Basil,thebest
coisa
thingyouhaveeverdone,”
disse
saidLordHenrylanguidly.
“You
deve
mustcertainlysenditnext
ano
yeartotheGrosvenor.
TheAcademyis
muito
toolargeandtoovulgar.
WheneverIhavegone
lá
there,therehavebeeneithersomany
pessoas
peoplethatIhavenotbeenableto
ver
seethepictures,whichwasdreadful,orsomanypicturesthatIhavenotbeenableto
ver
seethepeople,whichwasworse.
O
TheGrosvenorisreallytheonlyplace.”
“Idon’tthinkIshallsenditanywhere,”he
respondeu
answered,tossinghisheadbackinthatodd
maneira
waythatusedtomakehisfriendslaughathimatOxford.
“No,Iwon’tsenditanywhere.”
Lorde
LordHenryelevatedhiseyebrows
e
andlookedathiminamazement
através
throughthethinbluewreathsofsmoke
que
thatcurledupinsuchfancifulwhorlsfromhisheavy,opium-taintedcigarette.
“Notsenditanywhere?
My
caro
dearfellow,why?
Haveyou
alguma
anyreason?
Whatoddchapsyoupainters
são
are!
Youdoanythinginthe
mundo
worldtogainareputation.
Assoonasyou
tem
haveone,youseemto
quer
wanttothrowitaway.
Itissillyofyou,forthereis
só
onlyonethinginthe
mundo
worldworsethanbeingtalkedabout,
e
andthatisnotbeing
falado
talkedabout.
Aportraitlike
este
thiswouldsetyoufarabove
todos
alltheyoungmeninEngland,
e
andmaketheoldmenquitejealous,
se
ifoldmenareevercapableof
qualquer
anyemotion.”
“Iknowyou
vai
willlaughatme,”hereplied,“butI
realmente
reallycan’texhibitit.
Ihaveputtoomuchofmyselfintoit.”
Lorde
LordHenrystretchedhimselfoutonthedivan
e
andlaughed.
“Yes,Iknewyou
ias
would;
butitisquite
verdade
true,allthesame.”
“Toomuchofyourselfinit!
Uponmy
palavra
word,Basil,Ididn’tknowyouweresovain;
e
andIreallycan’tseeanyresemblance
entre
betweenyou,withyourruggedstrong
rosto
faceandyourcoal-blackhair,
e
andthisyoungAdonis,wholooksasifhewas
feito
madeoutofivoryandrose-leaves.
Why,my
querido
dearBasil,heisaNarcissus,
e
andyou—well,ofcourseyou
tem
haveanintellectualexpressionand
tudo
allthat.
Butbeauty,realbeauty,ends
onde
whereanintellectualexpressionbegins.
Intellectisinitself
um
amodeofexaggeration,anddestroystheharmonyof
qualquer
anyface.
Themomentone
senta
sitsdowntothink,one
torna
becomesallnose,orallforehead,
ou
orsomethinghorrid.
Lookat
os
thesuccessfulmeninanyof
os
thelearnedprofessions.
Howperfectlyhideousthey
são
are!
Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.
Mas
ButthenintheChurchtheydon’t
pensam
think.
Abishopkeepson
dizer
sayingattheageofeightywhathewas
dizer
toldtosaywhenhewas
um
aboyofeighteen,andas
um
anaturalconsequencehealwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.
Yourmysterious
jovem
youngfriend,whosenameyouhave
nunca
nevertoldme,butwhosepicture
realmente
reallyfascinatesme,neverthinks.
I
sinto
feelquitesureofthat.
Heissomebrainless
bonita
beautifulcreaturewhoshouldbe
sempre
alwayshereinwinterwhenwe
temos
havenoflowerstolookat,
e
andalwayshereinsummer
quando
whenwewantsomethingtochillourintelligence.
Don’tflatteryourself,Basil:
youarenotintheleast
como
likehim.”
“Youdon’tunderstand
me
me,Harry,”answeredtheartist.
“OfcourseIamnot
como
likehim.
Iknowthatperfectly
bem
well.
Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolooklike
ele
him.
Youshrugyourshoulders?
Iam
dizer
tellingyouthetruth.
Thereis
uma
afatalityaboutallphysical
e
andintellectualdistinction,thesortoffatality
que
thatseemstodogthroughhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.
Itis
melhor
betternottobedifferentfromone’sfellows.
Theugly
e
andthestupidhavethe
melhor
bestofitinthis
mundo
world.
Theycansitattheirease
e
andgapeattheplay.
Se
Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareat
menos
leastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.
They
viver
liveasweallshouldlive—undisturbed,indifferent,
e
andwithoutdisquiet.
Theyneither
trazem
bringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.
Yourrank
e
andwealth,Harry;
mybrains,
tal
suchastheyare—myart,
o
whateveritmaybeworth;
DorianGray’s
boa
goodlooks—weshallallsufferforwhatthegodshave
deram
givenus,sufferterribly.”
“DorianGray?
Isthathisname?”
perguntou
askedLordHenry,walkingacross
a
thestudiotowardsBasilHallward.
“Yes,thatishis
nome
name.
Ididn’tintendto
dizer
tellittoyou.”
“Butwhynot?”
“Oh,Ican’texplain.
Quando
WhenIlikepeopleimmensely,I
nunca
nevertelltheirnamestoanyone.
Itis
como
likesurrenderingapartof
deles
them.
Ihavegrownto
amar
lovesecrecy.
Itseemstobethe
única
onethingthatcanmakemodern
vida
lifemysteriousormarvellousto
nós
us.
Thecommonestthingisdelightful
se
ifoneonlyhidesit.
Quando
WhenIleavetownnowI
nunca
nevertellmypeoplewhereIam
vou
going.
IfIdid,Iwould
perderia
loseallmypleasure.
Itis
um
asillyhabit,Idare
dizer
say,butsomehowitseemsto
trazer
bringagreatdealofromanceintoone’s
vida
life.
Isupposeyouthinkmeawfullyfoolish
sobre
aboutit?”
“Notatall,”
respondeu
answeredLordHenry,“notatall,my
querido
dearBasil.
Youseemto
esquecer
forgetthatIammarried,
e
andtheonecharmofmarriageisthatit
torna
makesalifeofdeceptionabsolutelynecessaryfor
ambas
bothparties.
Ineverknow
onde
wheremywifeis,andmy
mulher
wifeneverknowswhatIam
fazer
doing.
Whenwemeet—wedo
encontramos
meetoccasionally,whenwedineout
juntos
together,orgodowntotheDuke’s—we
contamos
telleachotherthemostabsurdstories
com
withthemostseriousfaces.
My
mulher
wifeisverygoodatit—much
melhor
better,infact,thanIam.
She
nunca
nevergetsconfusedoverherdates,
e
andIalwaysdo.
But
quando
whenshedoesfindmeout,she
faz
makesnorowatall.
I
às vezes
sometimeswishshewould;
butshemerelylaughsatme.”
“I
odeio
hatethewayyoutalk
sobre
aboutyourmarriedlife,Harry,”
disse
saidBasilHallward,strollingtowards
a
thedoorthatledinto
a
thegarden.
“Ibelievethatyouarereally
um
averygoodhusband,but
que
thatyouarethoroughlyashamedofyourownvirtues.
Youare
um
anextraordinaryfellow.
Younever
dizes
sayamoralthing,andyou
nunca
neverdoawrongthing.
Yourcynicismissimply
uma
apose.”
“Beingnaturalissimply
uma
apose,andthemostirritatingposeIknow,”cried
Lorde
LordHenry,laughing;
andthe
dois
twoyoungmenwentoutintothegarden
juntos
togetherandensconcedthemselveson
um
alongbambooseatthat
ficava
stoodintheshadeof
um
atalllaurelbush.
Thesunlightslipped
sobre
overthepolishedleaves.
In
as
thegrass,whitedaisiesweretremulous.
After
uma
apause,LordHenrypulledouthis
relógio
watch.
“IamafraidImustbe
ir
going,Basil,”hemurmured,“and
antes
beforeIgo,Iinsistonyour
responda
answeringaquestionIputtoyou
algum
sometimeago.”
“Whatisthat?”
disse
saidthepainter,keepinghiseyesfixedontheground.
“Youknow
muito
quitewell.”
“Idonot,Harry.”
“Well,I
vou
willtellyouwhatit
é
is.
Iwantyoutoexplaintome
porque
whyyouwon’texhibitDorianGray’spicture.
I
quero
wanttherealreason.”
“I
disse
toldyoutherealreason.”
“No,you
fizeste
didnot.
Yousaiditwas
porque
becausetherewastoomuchofyourselfin
que
it.
Now,thatischildish.”
“Harry,”
disse
saidBasilHallward,lookinghimstraightin
o
theface,“everyportraitthatispainted
com
withfeelingisaportraitof
o
theartist,notofthesitter.
Thesitterismerelytheaccident,theoccasion.
Itisnothewhoisrevealedbythepainter;
itisrather
o
thepainterwho,onthecolouredcanvas,revealshimself.
The
razão
reasonIwillnotexhibit
este
thispictureisthatIam
medo
afraidthatIhaveshowninitthesecretofmyownsoul.”
Lorde
LordHenrylaughed.
“Andwhatisthat?”
he
perguntou
asked.
“Iwilltellyou,”saidHallward;
mas
butanexpressionofperplexity
veio
cameoverhisface.
“Iam
toda
allexpectation,Basil,”continuedhiscompanion,glancingat
ele
him.
“Oh,thereisreallyvery
pouco
littletotell,Harry,”answeredthepainter;
“andIam
receio
afraidyouwillhardlyunderstand
que
it.
Perhapsyouwillhardly
acredites
believeit.”
LordHenrysmiled,
e
andleaningdown,pluckedapink-petalleddaisyfromthegrass
e
andexaminedit.
“Iam
bastante
quitesureIshallunderstandit,”hereplied,gazingintentlyatthe
pequeno
littlegolden,white-feathereddisk,“andasfor
acreditar
believingthings,Icanbelieve
qualquer coisa
anything,providedthatitis
bastante
quiteincredible.”
Thewindshook
algumas
someblossomsfromthetrees,
e
andtheheavylilac-blooms,withtheirclusteringstars,
moviam
movedtoandfrointhelanguid
ar
air.
Agrasshopperbegantochirrupbythewall,
e
andlikeabluethreadalongthindragon-flyfloatedpastonitsbrowngauzewings.
Lorde
LordHenryfeltasifhe
pudesse
couldhearBasilHallward’sheart
bater
beating,andwonderedwhatwas
vindo
coming.
“Thestoryissimplythis,”
disse
saidthepainteraftersome
tempo
time.
“TwomonthsagoIwentto
uma
acrushatLadyBrandon’s.
You
sabes
knowwepoorartistshaveto
mostrar
showourselvesinsocietyfrom
vez
timetotime,justtoremindthepublic
que
thatwearenotsavages.
Com
Withaneveningcoatandawhitetie,asyou
disse
toldmeonce,anybody,evenastock-broker,
pode
cangainareputationforbeingcivilized.
Bem
Well,afterIhadbeeninthe
sala
roomabouttenminutes,talkingtohugeoverdresseddowagers
e
andtediousacademicians,Isuddenly
fiquei
becameconsciousthatsomeonewas
olhando
lookingatme.
Iturnedhalf-wayround
e
andsawDorianGrayfor
a
thefirsttime.
Whenoureyes
encontraram
met,IfeltthatIwasgrowingpale.
Uma
Acurioussensationofterrorcameover
mim
me.
IknewthatI
tinha
hadcomefacetoface
com
withsomeonewhosemerepersonalitywassofascinatingthat,
se
ifIalloweditto
fizesse
doso,itwouldabsorbmy
toda
wholenature,mywholesoul,myveryartitself.
Ididnot
queria
wantanyexternalinfluenceinmy
vida
life.
Youknowyourself,Harry,
quão
howindependentIambynature.
Ihave
sempre
alwaysbeenmyownmaster;
hadat
menos
leastalwaysbeenso,tillI
conhecer
metDorianGray.
Then—butIdon’t
sei
knowhowtoexplainittoyou.
Algo
Somethingseemedtotellme
que
thatIwasonthevergeof
uma
aterriblecrisisinmy
vida
life.
Ihadastrangefeeling
que
thatfatehadinstoreformeexquisitejoys
e
andexquisitesorrows.
Igrewafraid
e
andturnedtoquitthe
sala
room.
Itwasnotconsciencethat
fez
mademedoso:
itwas
uma
asortofcowardice.
Itake
não
nocredittomyselffor
tentado
tryingtoescape.”
“Conscienceandcowardiceare
realmente
reallythesamethings,Basil.
Conscienceis
o
thetrade-nameofthefirm.
Isso
Thatisall.”
“Idon’t
acredito
believethat,Harry,andIdon’t
acredito
believeyoudoeither.
However,
qualquer
whateverwasmymotive—andit
pode
mayhavebeenpride,forIusedtobe
muito
veryproud—Icertainlystruggledtothe
porta
door.
There,ofcourse,IstumbledagainstLadyBrandon.
‘Youarenot
vai
goingtorunawayso
cedo
soon,Mr.Hallward?’shescreamedout.
You
conhece
knowhercuriouslyshrillvoice?”
“Yes;
sheis
um
apeacockineverythingbutbeauty,”
disse
saidLordHenry,pullingthedaisytobits
com
withhislongnervousfingers.
“Icouldnot
consegui
getridofher.
Shebroughtmeuptoroyalties,
e
andpeoplewithstarsandgarters,
e
andelderlyladieswithgigantictiaras
e
andparrotnoses.
Shespokeofmeasherdearestfriend.
I
tinha
hadonlymetheroncebefore,
mas
butshetookitintoherheadtolionize
mim
me.
Ibelievesomepictureofminehadmadea
grande
greatsuccessatthetime,at
menos
leasthadbeenchatteredaboutin
o
thepennynewspapers,whichis
o
thenineteenth-centurystandardofimmortality.
SuddenlyI
encontrei
foundmyselffacetoface
com
withtheyoungmanwhosepersonality
tinha
hadsostrangelystirredme.