Dorian's first love

I've been reading The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde the past few days. This is my first "story" book of this kind, and I was drawn to Oscar's prose, and then to his ability to describe conversations with detail, and then to Harry's character.

I don't agreed to the things Harry would say but he sure did have a way with words. Like Dorian put it when describing his first love:

"Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good. When I am with her, I regret all that you have taught me. I become different from what you have known me to be. I am changed, and the mere touch of Sibyl Vane's hand makes me forget you and all your wrong, fascinating, poisonous, delightful theories."

Delightful to the ears they were indeed.

Strange how on the same day Dorian ended up uttering these words to Sybil:

"What a fool I have been! You are nothing to me now. I will never see you again. I will never think of you. I will never mention your name."

I was thinking about what the next morning would've been like to Dorian, and this tune came to mind. It sounded familiar—I might have heard it somewhere in the past—but I had to put it down on paper:

Being a pianist himself something of this sort might have come have come to Dorian's mind. Maybe if had a conscience. Who knows!