Dorian Gray Monologue

Often, Basil Hallward sat in his rather large armchair, with his rather small arms crossed, and stared out of the gaping window with a look of intense concentration on his face. Years ago, he would stare outside to see the beauty; how the sunlight danced in the leaves, how the wind made them move, and how the birds chirped their delightful song. He adored their beauty then, he still adored their true beauty now. But instead of his thoughts filling with the various paintings that were waiting to be created, the colours that wanted to spill out of his mind and onto the canvas, he couldn’t help but revisit the thought of his old work. The portrait of Dorian Gray.

It confused Basil, that when he had gone to Dorian in an expression of worship,

Without question’s, Basil was let in by Dorian’s servant who asked no questions, but simply led him to the library. Where he was instructed to wait until Dorian returned home from the business that he was taking care of. Basil was well aware that his midnight train to Paris was approaching, and time was speeding up faster than he had hoped. He needed everything to slow down, he desperately needed Dorian to hurry. Not that he was going to be late, it didn’t take long to reach the station from Dorian’s house, and at most, it would take him twenty minutes. Basil had thought ahead, he had sent his heavy baggage ahead of him. He would only have his Gladstone bag to weigh him down, which Dorian would surely approve of it as it was

As a painter, his profession expected him to be able to remain hyper focused on the task at hand, in order to create the finest piece of art. However, once in the library of Dorian Gray, Basil could not sit still. He could not get comfortable on the couch upon which he was seated. Every so often, he would attempt to read a novel, but it proved impossible. Without fail, he always began to think about Dorian, and instead of comprehending the words on the page, he was simply reading them. It was getting dark outside; when Basil arrived the last rays of sun were still gracing the earth. Now, the moon had taken its place in the night sky, its rays of light hidden mostly by the dark clouds that had also chosen to appear. Their appearance unnerved Basil, and he began to wonder if Dorian was going to come home. Had someone told Dorian that Basil was currently sitting in his library, and because of it, he had decided to avoid home altogether? This, of course, would only make sense if one had something to hide, and Basil was sure that this was not true of his loving, decadent Dorian. He wouldn’t believe it. This was