The Picture of Dorian Gray (Penguin Classics) の感想
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タイトル | The Picture of Dorian Gray (Penguin Classics) |
発売日 | 販売日未定 |
製作者 | Oscar Wilde |
販売元 | Penguin Classics |
JANコード | 9780141439570 |
カテゴリ | » 洋書 » Special Features » all foreign books |
購入者の感想
Undoubtedly the best novel written by Oscar Wilde Storyline is quite attractive, and you will find many profound comments concerning such as love, art, life,etc.
Readers should keep in mind that Lord Henry (intimate friend of Dorian Gray ) is the ’shadow main character’ of this story.
Readers should keep in mind that Lord Henry (intimate friend of Dorian Gray ) is the ’shadow main character’ of this story.
On 25 May 1895, Oscar Wilde was convicted of homosexuality, which was illegal in those days, and given a two-year sentence with hard labor. Wilde was imprisoned in Pentonville and sent to Wandsworth and then finally to Reading prison, a place 30 miles west of London. He wrote about his imprisonment in "De Profundis."
"When first I was put into prison some people advised me to try and forget who I was. It was ruinous advice. It is only by realising what I am that I have found comfort of any kind. Now I am advised by others to try on my release to forget that I have ever been in a prison at all. I know that would be equally fatal. It would mean that I would always be haunted by an intolerable sense of disgrace, and that those things that are meant for me as much as for anybody else--the beauty of the sun and moon, the pageant of the seasons, the music of daybreak and the silence of great nights, the rain falling through the leaves, or the dew creeping over the grass and making it
"When first I was put into prison some people advised me to try and forget who I was. It was ruinous advice. It is only by realising what I am that I have found comfort of any kind. Now I am advised by others to try on my release to forget that I have ever been in a prison at all. I know that would be equally fatal. It would mean that I would always be haunted by an intolerable sense of disgrace, and that those things that are meant for me as much as for anybody else--the beauty of the sun and moon, the pageant of the seasons, the music of daybreak and the silence of great nights, the rain falling through the leaves, or the dew creeping over the grass and making it