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I. What I want is information: not useful information, of course; useless information. (Video)
[For a man of his era, Lord Henry has picked up the basics of the computer with surprising alacrity and ease. Perhaps he has been motivated by the understanding that it provides him with a platform of unprecedented scale.
So behold: a well-bred Englishman in his mid- to late-forties: if his good looks are a bit worn around the edges, he is still quite handsome in a way that suggests he cut a truly rakish figure when younger. His voice is exceptionally pleasant and musical, and when he speaks, his words are accompanied by graceful—though not excessive—gestures of his slender hands.]
I am given to understand that this device offers a podium to rival the pulpit at Westminster Abbey. Capital—although I assure you that I shall not bore you with a sermon; I can't abide a man who makes of himself an amateur curate.
Allow me to introduce myself—Lord Henry Wotton, late of London, which is not nearly so exciting as the vision of Moreau in which I now find myself. There are many questions with which I'm rather concerned at the moment, but most importantly, where does one find a tailor in this city? And, tiresome though domestic matters are, I suppose I must enquire after a valet. There are many indignities a gentleman may suffer in silence, but not an inadequate selection of poorly-pressed shirts.
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[But that brings him pause. He remembers the last person. Simon. And he remembers what Simon asked of him. Dorian frowns, eyes flickering to Harry's graceful hands and his cigarette. He removes his arm from Henry's touch.]
Anyway . . . if you'd like, we can head out now. [He makes himself smile.] At the least, we can find something to drink.
[Remembering his resolve, Dorian Gray is unbalanced. He does not know who he wants to be or what he wants to be doing. But Henry has always been so good at directing him to the answer for both.]
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I find myself shockingly free of engagements. That too is a novelty. [He rises to his feet.] Allow me to fetch my coat and let us be off, then—we shall find a place for a drink, and you shall tell me more of your adventures.
[He has pointedly not asked about his own future, save for the sardonic comment about his divorce. There will be time to enquire, and besides, he is not entirely certain yet that he wants to know. This will require further thought and analysis.]
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My favourite place to dine out is nearby. It's easier in this city to walk where you need to go. [As they head out, he briefly touches Harry's elbow.] The natives aren't . . . entirely warm to us. My hope is that last week's events bought us good will with them, but it still serves to err on the side of caution.
['Err on the side of caution,' says Dorian Gray to Lord Henry Wotton.]
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And what, may I ask, constituted the events of last week? Don't tell me I've missed some fascinating entertainment; please tell me it was something tedious and political.
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[Dorian's tone suggests that the entire thing is very normal.]
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I beg your pardon—turtle?
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Didn't anyone mention? This city rests on the back of a giant turtle. 'Tu Vishan,' I believe he is called. And a very pretty one, too. The shell glows brilliantly at nightfall.
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The—what are they called? kedan?—who brought me to my quarters left out that particular interesting fact.
[He shrugs, gestures to Dorian to continue and resumes walking.]
It sounds rather like one of the horror tales of that American fellow, Mr Poe.
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Taking horror stories as a point of reference will probably be helpful, with a little contribution from Eastern mythologies. And I've acquired a few kedan poetry books if you're interested.
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Whistler would faint dead away at the sight of that out of sheer envy. I suppose I would be glad to sample some of the local literature—one must pass the time somehow.
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Believe me, dear fellow, I have every intention of doing so. If I must live in a city on the back of a turtle, I am not so great a puritan as to not take advantage of every opportunity on offer.
[Through some rapid, oblique association, he is abruptly reminded of something the kedan told him as they escorted him to his rooms. Something he had been avoiding thinking about.]
I am told, incidentally, that one is required to work here.
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That is so. I can look for something that suits your skills, if you like. Art criticism, perhaps? I don't think there is a career to be made out of charming dinner conversation, but we could search. [What else is Harry good at? Corrupting people?]
[Dorian stops as he considers the idea of Henry running a brothel]
[Sorry, Harry, but your protege just started laughing very hard.]
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I am delighted that the situation causes you so much mirth, Dorian. Laughter is the only correct response to absurdity, after all.
[So much irony. So very much.]
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I'm very sorry, Harry. Only I just imagined an occupation for which you are most unsuited. [He ducks his head in contrition, and lifts it when he can give Henry a charming boyish smile, the sort he learned to use to get away with things only after Henry revealed to him the power in his looks.] Please, tell me what you would like? I'll find it for you, whatever it is. I can't stand the thought of you doing anything beneath you.
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Are there no galleries, no libraries? In a city of so many wonders, there must be some ordinary refinements.
[Subtext: Henry is happy to do anything that is first, largely idle and second, not mercantile. Handling books or curating artwork is a gentlemanly sort of meniality, but Henry has the real horror of handling money of which only an aristocratic second son his capable.]
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There are a few across the districts. Perhaps we could make a day of visiting them and picking out your favourite?
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That will do. I am sure there must be something suitable.
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[He follows Dorian's lead as invisibly as he is led, and also drops the volume of his voice—not whispering, exactly, but being discreet.
We—those of us who are not native to the city—we are outnumbered by them, are we not? What are they, exactly? Those who brought me to my rooms were entirely civil and well-mannered, but you say that's not true everywhere one goes.
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Aliens—that is, extraterrestrials. Is that term in usage yet? It's hard to remember. Anyway, they are probably from another planet, or something like that. Dwelling over the technicalities of alternate worlds is a bit too much for me. Their culture is different, but their essential natures have been very like those of humans.
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There is of course nothing so interesting as human life and human psychology. That even the ancient Greek and the modern Londoner have passions and desires in common is something I have often imagined to be true, but how much more interesting to think that such elements would be common amongst different races—not in the sense that fool Beddoe means, of course, but in the sense of which you speak.
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I haven't made a study of it, but experience so far indicates that it's so. [There is a certain disinterest in that statement. Dorian has never wholly taken on his mentor's interest in psychology, though he has had phases in it.] Shall I order for you?
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