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"You went to the opera?" said Hallward, speaking very slowly and

with a strained touch of pain in his voice. "You went to the

opera while Sibyl Vane was lying dead in some sordid lodging? You

can talk to me of other women being charming, and of Patti

singing divinely, before the girl you loved has even the quiet of

a grave to sleep in? Why, man, there are horrors in store for

that little white body of hers!"

"Stop, Basil! I won't hear it!" cried Dorian, leaping to his

feet. "You must not tell me about things. What is done is done.

What is past is past."

"You call yesterday the past?"

"What has the actual lapse of time got to do with it? It is only

shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man

who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can

invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my

emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate

them."