Lord Henry Wotton (
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tushanshu2013-07-13 04:50 pm
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VIII. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you!
[AUDIO, public. The morning after the event ends and Tu Vishan starts moving again.]
I am not alone, I gather, in detecting a change in the air here. It is rather like waking on the very first day of the Season, with all the possibility that lies ahead—or waking the morning after the last day, with the happy knowledge that one need not be at home to anyone that day. We have, I suppose, escaped the fate of Des Esseintes's tortoise.
[AUDIO, private to Dorian Gray.]
I have finished Mr Findley's novel, Dorian. A most marvellous book; quite gorgeous and affecting.
But I must ask you, dear boy—is what he writes about Oscar true?
[He's already guessed that it is. This is less a real question than the confirmation of a sense of creeping dread.]
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[What does that mean? But he has a suggestion for her:]
Do you know, I believe Daowei has mentioned that with the fortunes of the turtle and the city improving, he may be in need of an assistant.
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What's the catch?
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The same. And the only catch, if it may be called one, is that at any moment Daowei may decide he does not care to employ foreigners, but I do not imagine that will happen; we get on quite well, after all.
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for now]How is that different from any other shop in this city?
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[ Yes Stocking, that's kind of the point of a job's employer... ]
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[ For some reason, that seems to clear something up. ]
Just let me know when, I guess.
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