2011م - 1444هـ
The Picture of Dorian Gray

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and

when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the

garden there came through the open door the heavy scent

of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pinkflowering thorn.

From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on

which he was lying, smoking, as usual, innumerable

cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam

of the honey-sweet and honey-colored blossoms of the

laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able

to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs; and

now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted

across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in

front of the huge window, producing a kind of

momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those

pallid jade-faced painters who, in an art that is necessarily

immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and

motion.