I am telling you the truth. There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from ones fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in the world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live, undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They neither bring ruin upon others, nor ever recieve it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are - my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Grays good looks - we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 23:53:10 +0000
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