Time is running
out. At the end of "Cinderella," Sylvia Plath writes, "Until near twelve the strange girl all at once/ Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince/ As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk/ She hears the caustic ticking of the clock."
Like the portrait of Dorian Gray, our day-to-day lives may reflect an illusion of reality but the truth of all our choices remain to be owned by our conscience. Our conscience shows our deeds as they are. It will avail us little to destroy it. I love the moral of the story: our actions today will shape who we become tomorrow. Dorian allowed himself to be changed, becoming someone so unlike the original that you cannot compare the two. His entire personality morphed into a heartless fiend who no longer carries a conscience. Yet, he could not escape the outcome of his choices, and had he asked forgiveness, I believe Dorian Gray could have been saved, even at the end. I truly pitied the character.
Like the portrait of Dorian Gray, our day-to-day lives may reflect an illusion of reality but the truth of all our choices remain to be owned by our conscience. Our conscience shows our deeds as they are. It will avail us little to destroy it. I love the moral of the story: our actions today will shape who we become tomorrow. Dorian allowed himself to be changed, becoming someone so unlike the original that you cannot compare the two. His entire personality morphed into a heartless fiend who no longer carries a conscience. Yet, he could not escape the outcome of his choices, and had he asked forgiveness, I believe Dorian Gray could have been saved, even at the end. I truly pitied the character.