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ality； this art being； one might fancy； especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie。 gradually white fingers creep through the curtains； and they appear to tremble。 in black fantastic shapes； dumb shadows crawl into the corners of the room and crouch there。 outside； there is the stirring of birds among the leaves； or the sound of men going forth to their work； or the sigh and sob of the wind ing down from the hills and wandering round the silent house； as though it feared to wake the sleepers and yet must needs call forth sleep from her purple cave。 veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted； and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them； and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern。 the wan mirrors get back their mimic life。 the flameless tapers stand where we had left them； and beside them lies the half…cut book that we had been studying； or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball； or the letter that we had been afraid to read； or that we had read too often。 nothing seems to us changed。 out of the unreal shadows of the night es back the real life that we had known。 we have to resume it where we had left off； and there steals over us a terrible sense of the necessity for the continuance of energy in the same wearisome round of stereotyped habits； or a wild longing； it may be； that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure； a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours； and be changed； or have other secrets； a world in which the past would have little or no place； or survive； at any rate； in no conscious form of obligation or regret； the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain。
it was the creation of such worlds as these that seemed to dorian gray to be the true object； or amongst the true objects； of life； and in his search for sensations that would be at once new and delightful； and possess that element of strangeness that is so essential to romance； he would often adopt certain modes of thought that he knew to be really alien to his nature； abandon himself to their subtle influences； and then； having； as it were； caught their colour and satisfied his intellectual curiosity； leave them with that curious indifference that is not inpatible with a real ardour of temperament； and that； indeed； according to certain modern psychologists； is often a condition of it。
it was rumoured of him once that he was about to join the roman catholic munion； and certainly the roman ritual had always a great attraction for him。 the daily sacrifice； more awful really than all the sacrifices of the antique world； stirred him as much by its superb rejection of the evidence of the senses as by the primitive simplicity of its elements and the eternal pathos of the human tragedy that it sought to symbolize。 he loved to kneel down on the cold marble pavement and watch the priest； in his stiff flowered dalmatic； slowly and with white hands moving aside the veil of the tabernacle； or raising aloft the jewelled； lantern…shaped monstrance with that pallid wafer that at times； one would fain think； is indeed the 〃panis caelestis；〃 the bread of angels； or； robed in the garments of the passion of christ； breaking the host into the chalice and smiting his breast for his sins。 the fuming censers that the grave boys； in their lace and scarlet； tossed into the air like great gilt flowers had their subtle fascination for him。 as he passed out； he used to look with wonder at the black confessionals and long to sit in the dim shadow of one of them and listen to men and women whispering through the worn grating the true story of their lives。
but he never fell into the error of arresting his intellectual development by any formal acceptance of creed or system； or of mistaking； for a house in which to live； an inn that is but suitable for the sojourn of a night； or for a few hours of a night in which there are no stars and the moon is in travail。 mysticism； with its marvellous power of making mon things strange to us； and the subtle antinomianism that always seems to acpany it； moved him for a season； and for a season he inclined to the materialistic doctrines of the darwinismus movement in germany； and found a curious pleasure in tracing the thoughts and passions of men to some pearly cell in the brain； or some white nerve in the body； delighting in the conception of the absolute dependence of the spirit on certain physical conditions； morbid or healthy； normal or diseased。 yet； as has been said of him before； no theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance pared with life itself。 he felt keenly conscious of how barren all intellectual speculation is when separated from action and experiment。 he knew that the senses； no less than the soul； have their spiritual mysteries to reveal。
and so he would now study perfumes and the secrets of their manufacture； distilling heavily scented oils and burning odorous gums from the east。 he saw that there was no mood of the mind that had not its counterpart in the sensuous life； and set himself to discover their true relations； wondering what there was in frankincense that made one mystical； and in ambergris that stirred ones passions； and in violets that woke the memory of dead romances； and in musk that troubled the brain； and in champak that stained the imagination； and seeking often to elaborate a real psychology of perfumes； and to estimate the several influences of sweet…smelling roots and scented； pollen…laden flowers； of aromatic balms and of dark and fragrant woods； of spikenard； that sickens； of hovenia； that makes men mad； and of aloes； that are said to be able to expel melancholy from the soul。
at another time he devoted himself entirely to music； and in a long latticed room； with a vermilion…and…gold ceiling and walls of olive…green lacquer； he used to give curious concerts in which mad gipsies tore wild music from little zithers； or grave； yellow…shawled tunisians plucked at the strained strings of monstrous lutes； while grinning negroes beat monotonously upon copper drums and； crouching upon scarlet mats； slim turbaned indians blew through long pipes of reed or brass and charmed or feigned to charmgreat hooded snakes and horrible horned adders。 the harsh intervals and shrill discords of barbaric music stirred him at times when schuberts grace； and chopins beautiful sorrows； and the mighty harmonies of beethoven himself； fell unheeded on his ear。 he collected together from all parts of the world the strangest instruments that could be found； either in the tombs of dead nations or among the few savage tribes that have survived contact with western civilizations； and loved to touch and try them。 he had the mysterious juruparis of the rio negro indians； that women are not allowed to look at and that even youths may not see till they have been subjected to fasting and scourging； and the earthen jars of the peruvians that have the shrill cries of birds； and flutes of human bones such as alfonso de ovalle heard in chile； and the sonorous green jaspers that are found near cuzco and give forth a note of singular sweetness。 he had painted gourds filled with pebbles that rattled when they were shaken； the long clarin of the mexicans； into which the performer does not blow； but through which he inhales the air； the harsh ture of the amazon tribes； that is sounded by the sentinels who sit all day long in high trees； and can be heard； it is said； at a distance of three leagues； the teponaztli； that has two vibrating tongues of wood and is beaten with sticks that are smeared with an elastic gum obtained from the milky juice of plants； the yotl…bells of the aztecs； that are hung in clusters like grapes； and a huge cylindrical drum； covered with the skins of great serpents； like the one that bernal diaz saw when he went with cortes into the mexican temple； and of whose doleful sound he has left us so vivid a description。 the fantastic character of these instruments fascinated him； and he felt a curious delight in the thought that art； like nature； has her monsters； things of bestial shape and with hid