“Some six weeks agoI was allowed by the doctor to have white bread to eat instead of the coarseblack or brown bread of ordinary prison fare. It is a great delicacy. It willsound strange that dry bread could possibly be a delicacy to any one. To meit is so much so that at the close of each meal I carefully eat whatever crumbsmay be left on my tin plate, or have fallen on the rough towel that one usesas a cloth so as not to soil one’s table; and I do so not from hunger—I getnow quite sufficient food—but simply in order that nothing should bewasted of what is given to me. So one should look on love.”

“What you have told me is quite a romance, a romance of art one might call it, and the worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.”

“I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.”

“Have some bread and butter. The breadand butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread andbutter.”

“I suddenly became conscious that some one was looking at me. I turned half-way round and saw Dorian Gray for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.”

“One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.”

“When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.”