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The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is

young. I am amazed sometimes at my own sincerity. Ah, Dorian, how

happy you are! What an exquisite life you have had! You have

drunk deeply of everything. You have crushed the grapes against

your palate. Nothing has been hidden from you. And it has all

been to you no more than the sound of music. It has not marred

you. You are still the same."

"I am not the same, Harry."