Chapter 4
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As to tainly feed tion of some one else caused test pang of annoyance or jealousy. . It made eresting study. ural science, but t-matter of t science o rivial and of no import. And so ing ing ot appeared to igating. Compared to it t rue t as one cs curious crucible of pain and pleasure, one could not roubling tion turbid rous fancies and missle t to knoies one o sicken of trange t one o pass t to understand ture. And, yet, reo note tional coloured life of tellect--to observe t t discord--t in t! matter oo ion.
brougo e eyes--t it ain erance, t Dorian Grays soul urned to te girl and boent tion. ure. t ed till life disclosed to ts secrets, but to to t, teries of life imes t of art, and c of literature, ely ellect. But noy took t, s , life s elaborate masterpieces, just as poetry ure, or painting.
Yes, ture. spring. t ciful face, and iful soul, o . It ter all ended, or ined to end. or a play, e from one, but y, and whose wounds are like red roses.
Soul and body, body and soul--erious ts moments of spirituality. tellect could degrade. rary definitions of ordinary psycs! And yet to decide beted in t? tion of spirit from matter ery, and t ter ery also.
o eactle spring of life o us. As it ood ourselv