“You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don’t even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvellous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realised the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid.”
—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Among my many books, I have a collection of the works of Oscar Wilde. Okay, I have two: one being a largish softcover, the other a well-worn Penguin paperback which came with me to San Francisco back in ‘91.(Thank you, Scott Hobbs, for inviting me to see Morrissey, and for giving me the taste of such a sublime city. I miss you, sweetness—and the mornings reading De Profundis!)
The above quote also reminded me of the 1945 MGM movie adaptation with Hurd Hatfield, Angela Lansbury, and Donna Reed. That remains one of the smartest and most aesthetic horror movies—even now.