"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all. "

[visiblemystery]

Lord Henry has been bored, and as a result -- as he nearly always does when he is bored, or restless, or melancholy, or anything else -- he has once again taken a worn yellow book from its place on the shelf and begun to read

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[heartofbirds]

Linden smiles wearily behind him. "Good evening."

[visiblemystery]

"Good evening." Lord Henry glances back at him -- just long enough to note the new face, not long enough to study him as Henry normally would, which to someone who knew him might be indicative of his mood. "I don't believe we've met."

[heartofbirds]

"No, I don't believe we have. Linden Kohlrabi."

[visiblemystery]

"Lord Henry Wotton." Most people would offer a hand to shake. Henry flips open a little gold case and offers a cigarette, instead.

[oilwithvinegar]

Paul is also bored, wandering aimlessly through the mansion, but the smell of opium draws him. Curious, he tosses himself down on a couch, watching Lord Henry with a smirk. "Is that absinthe?"

[visiblemystery]

"It certainly is." And he finishes the last of his glass, something that should make it clear he's been drinking it for years -- a novice wouldn't be able to do it. "One of my favourite vices."

[oilwithvinegar]

"A true connoisseur. It's been too long since I had access to absinthe."

[visiblemystery]

"There's a bottle in the kitchen, if you'd like."