At home he thought about his conversation with Lord
Henry. Could he really change, he wondered? He
had lived an evil life, and had destroyed other
people's lives as well. Was there any hope for him?
Why had he ever made that wish about the picture? He had
kept his youth and beauty, but he had paid a terrible price for
it. His beauty had destroyed his soul. He picked up a mirror
and stared at his face. What was he now? A face without
a heart. Suddenly he hated his own beauty, and dropped
the mirror on the floor where it broke into many small
pieces.
James Vane, Basil Hallward, Sybil Vane - these deaths
were not important to him now. It was better not to think of
the past. Nothing could change that. He must think of