DG- Patterns Flashcards
(10 cards)
Gaze
he stood gazing at the shadow of his own lovelineness
gazing at the picture in sickened horror.
with trembling hands, and gazing at (basil) him with
wild, startled eyes.
Loathe
Would it teach him to loathe his own soul?/Was it to become a hideous and loathsome thing,?
Sometimes loathing it/ smiling with secret pleasure
The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the
man who was seated at the table
loathsome red dew that gleamed,
came to loath his own beuaty
He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage
Animal
Lh-man as a rational animal. It
was the most premature definition ever given.
There was animalism in the soul,
Mas passions of a hunted animal stirred within him
Pleasure
Lh-Pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about,” he answered in his slow melodious voice.
pleasures subtle and secret, wild joys and wilder sins—he was to have all these things. The portrait was to bear the burden of his shame:
For there would be a real pleasure in watching it.
secret pleasure at the misshapen shadow
Basil-You have filled them with a madness for pleasure. They have gone down into the depths. You led them there.
felt keenly the terrible pleasure of a double life.
Once it had given him pleasure to watch it changing and growing old. Of late he had felt no such pleasure. It had been conscense. he would destory it.
Blood
With such blood as he has in his veins, how could his record be clean?
He knew it, and he felt as if his blood had changed in a moment from fire to sluggish ice. (basil as he sees the picutre)
horrible sound of some one choking with blood
gleamed, wet and glistening, on one of the hands, as though the canvas had sweated blood?
Innocent blood had been spilled. What could atone for that? Ah! for that there was no atonement
e scarlet dew that spotted the hand seemed brighter, and more like blood newly spilled
Atone
Vane a matyr -he had atoned for everything by the sacrifice she had made of her life.
Innocent blood had been spilled. What could atone for that? Ah! for that there was no atonement;
Yet it was his duty to confess, to suffer public shame, and to make public atonement.
Scarlett
finely curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes, his crisp gold hair. There was something in his face that made one trust him at once
His nature had developed like a flower, had borne blossoms of scarlet flame. Out of its secret hiding-place had crept his soul, and desire had come to meet it on the way.
He was trying to gather up the scarlet threads of life and to weave them into a pattern; to find his way through the sanguine labyrinth of passion through which he was wandering.
. Isn’t there a verse somewhere, ‘Though your sins be as scarlet, yet I will make them as white as snow’?
scarlet dew that spotted the hand
Hedonism
. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing…. A new Hedonism—that is what our century wants. You might be its visible symbol
Yes: there was to be, as Lord Henry had prophesied, a new Hedonism that was to recreate life
Terror
Basil-When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. / I had a strange feeling that fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrow
Lh -you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror,
A cry of terror broke from Dorian Gray’s lips, (when basil wishes to see portrait)/t it?” exclaimed Dorian Gray, a strange sense of terror creeping over him.
After murder- brain is made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain,
Paralysed with terror, (as encoutners james vane)
hen a thrill of terror ran through him /pressed against the window of the conservatory, like a white handkerchief, he had seen the face of James Vane watching him.
sick with a wild terror of dying,
Horror
gazing at the picture in sickened horror.(1st change)
Vanes death-He was dazed with horror.
—something that would breed horrors and yet would never die. What the worm was to the corpse, his sins would be to the painted image on the canvas
An exclamation of horror broke from the painter’s lips
Waiting for campell-Its very horror made him stone
dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.
