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....From the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I was dominated, soul, brain, and power, by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisit dream. I worshipped you. I grew jealous of every one to whom you spoke. I wanted to have you all to myself. I was only happy when I was with you. When you were away from me, you were still present in my art... Of course, I never let you know anything about this. It would have been impossible. You would not have understood it. I barely understood it myself. I only knew that I had seen perfection face to face, and that the world had become wonderful to my eyes - too wonderful, perhaps, for in such mad worship there is peril, the peril of losing them...
The Picture of Dorian Gray//Oscar Wilde
The Picture of Dorian Gray//Oscar Wilde