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At the beginning of the story, Basil Hallward, an artist, finished the portrait of Dorian Gray, a remarkably handsome young man. Dorian thought the portrait was very good, but he was then struck by realization that in time his good looks would

"How sad it is!" murmured Dorian Gray, with his eyes still fixed upon his portrait. "How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrible, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June. If it were only the other way! I would like to be always young and let the picture grow old! For that - for that -I would give everything. Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give! I would give my soul for that!" Later Dorian was tormented by the thought that his "mad wish" might come true. But was he really prepared to give his soul away so that he can stay beautiful?

He felt that the time had come for making his choice. Eternal youth, infinite passion, pleasures subtle and secret, wild joys and wilder sins. The portrait was to bear the burden of his shame, that was all.

But there would be a real pleasure in watching it. This portrait would be to him

the most magical of mirrors, it would reveal to him his own soul.

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Dorian decided to hide the portrait in an old room upstairs so that no one could see how hour by hour and week by week, the thing upon the canvas was growing old.

Dorian, meanwhile, stayed forever beautiful. Over the years, he lived a life of sins and pleasures and there was much scandal surrounding his life. Often he would creep upstairs to the locked room and stand with a mirror in front of the portrait that Basil Hallward had painted of him. He was looking now at the evil and ageing face on the canvas, and now at the fair young face that laughed back at him from the mirror.

His old friend Basil tried to warn him about what people. in London society were saying about him. Dorian decided to show him the portrait, but then, as Basil was looking at it, Dorian stabbed him to death.

The years

went

by, and

Dorian

became more tortured by the sins of his past. One night, he was back in the room where his portrait was hidden. He looked round, and saw the knife that had stabbed Basil Hallward. It had killed the painter, now it would kill the

painter's work, he thought it would kill the past, and he would be free. He seized the knife and stabbed the picture with it.

There was a cry heard, and a crash. The cry was so horrible in its agony that the frightened servants awoke and ran out of the rooms. They knocked, but there was no reply. They called out. Everything was still. Finally, they got on the roof, and dropped down onto the balcony. When they entered the room they found, hanging upon the wall, a splendid portrait of their master as they had seen him in youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress with a knife in his heart. He was old, wrinkled and ugly. Only after they had examined the rings, they recognized who it was.