Below are part of the lyrics to a James Blunt song Tears and Rain (he who sings so high it’s scary, dont’ like him that much).
I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.
I point them out because I’m reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde at the moment. It’s a truly facinating book. I don’t think I’ve quite reached the horrors of Dorian’s worst yet.
Simply reviewed: Dorian Gray this rich, good-looking everything etc. young man has his portrait painted and then wishes that he could be “Forever Young” (insert other song lyrics here). All his misdeeds are represented facially in the portrait and his body stays perfect, thus he finds licence to go and do ‘terrible things’ be unfeeling etc… because the world can’t see the evidence of his cruelty and misdemeanor. I think it gets far worse, I’m only a bit over half way through.
The books says a lot about shame and choice and life and masks.