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Subj.: Re: Gar's Blind date

From: Yikes123

I've never laugh so much in my life! Did you see the blind date episode on family? Have you never seen anything so funny? I LOVE the show! It's the best show I have ever saw in my life. I really enjoyed it lately. By the way, have you notice that Gary and Alison are beginning to get on? I think Gary have started to fancy her. Last night, Alison has moved next door to Gary but he doesn't know yet! I can't wait to see what happens in the next episode. Does anyone know when Gary's book is coming out?

Comprehension Task

Answer the questions

1. When did Dorian Gray wake up? Who came to him with a cup of tea? What else did he bring?

2. Did he read the letter at once?

3. How did he feel when he go into the library for breakfast? What did he remember when he see the open window and the covered portrait?

4. Why didn't he know what to do or think? What did he do finally? What did he ask the girl for?

5. What did he hear suddenly? Did he make an answer?

6. What were they talking about? Did they understand each other at first?

7. Why was Lord Henry surprised when he heard that Dorian was going to marry Sybil Vane?

8. What did Lord Henry tell Dorian about the girl? What did he advise him? Why did he mention Paris and London?

9. Was the girl's death an accident in Lord Henry's opinion? Did he think it was anything to do with Dorian?

10. Where did Lord Henry invite Dorian Gray to go?

11. Did Dorian Gray confess that he couldn't feel the tragedy as much as he wanted? Was he so heartless?

12. Did Dorian go with Lord Henry for dinner or promise to join him only at the theatre?

13. Where did Dorian rush just as Lord Henry closed the door behind him? What did he see there? Did the portrait change a bit?

14. Where was he an hour later? Who was beside him?

15. Who was shown into the room as he was eating breakfast the next morning?

16. Was Basil Hallward heart-broken about the whole thing? Why did he have a terrible evening? What was he afraid of?

17. Was Basil surprised that Dorian went to the theatre instead to go to the girl's mother?

18. Basil Hallward said that Sybil's suicide is a terrible thing. How did Dorian characterize it? 

19. How did Dorian explain his behavior? Why did he ask Basil not to leave him?

20. What did Dorian ask Basil to do in memory of Sybil?

21. Why did Dorian rush between the painter and the covered picture?

22. What was Basil going to do with this portrait?

23. Did Basil ever want to exhibit the portrait? Why did he change his mind? Did he have any secret?

24. Did Dorian want to find out this mystery?

25. What reasons did the painter give to Dorian that he didn't feel like exhibiting the portrait?

26. Did Dorian Gray let Basil look at the portrait finally?

27. Was the painter's revelation worship or flattery towards Dorian?

28. What did he call the servants for?

 

Comment on:

What is done is done. What is past is past. Let bygone be bygone.

 

Chapter six

The Portrait Is Hidden

I will show you my soul

When the servant entered, Dorian Gray asked him to send Mrs Leaf to him in the library. Mrs Leaf had been with his family for many years. He asked her for the key to the old schoolroom.

'The old schoolroom, Mr Dorian?' she cried. 'But it is full of dust! I must clean it first.'

'I don't want it cleaned, Mrs Leaf. I only want the key.'

'Well, sir, you'll be covered with dust if you go into it. It hasn't been open for nearly five years, not since your grandfather died.'

He frowned at this reminder of his grandfather. He had bad memories of all his family. 'That does not matter,' he answered. 'I just want to see the place - that is all. Give me the key.'

'Here is the key, sir,' said the old lady. 'But you are not going to live up there, are you, sir?'

'No, no,' he cried. 'Thank you, Mrs Leaf. You can go.'

An hour later two men arrived to move the portrait.

'It's very heavy, sir,' said one of the men, as they climbed the stairs.

'I am afraid it is rather heavy,' said Dorian, as he opened the door of the old schoolroom where he was going to hide the secret of his corrupted soul.

He had not entered the room since he was a child. It was a large room built by his grandfather to keep him at a distance. Every moment of his lonely childhood came back to him as he looked round.

It was a room full of terrible memories, but it was safe. He had the key, and no other person could enter it. The face in the portrait could grow old and ugly. What did it matter? No one could see it. He himself would not see it. He did not have to watch the terrible corruption of his soul. He would stay young - that was enough.

When the men had gone, Dorian locked the door, and put the key in his pocket. He felt safe now. No one would ever look at that horrible thing. Only he would ever see his shame.

He went back to the library and found a note from Lord Henry. In it was a report from the newspaper about Sibyl Vane. Her death was officially described as an accident.

He frowned, and tore the paper in two. Then he walked across the room and threw the pieces away. How ugly it all was! And how horribly real ugliness made things!

Perhaps the servant had read the report, and had begun to suspect something. And, yet, what did it matter? What had Dorian Gray to do with Sibyl Vane's death? There was nothing to be afraid of. Dorian Gray had not killed her.

Many years passed. Yet the wonderful beauty that had so fascinated Basil Hallward, stayed with Dorian Gray. Even those who had heard terrible rumours against him, could not believe them when they met him. He always had the look of someone who had kept himself pure.

Many people suspected that there was something very wrong with Dorian's life, but only he knew about the portrait. Some nights he would secretly enter the locked room. Holding a mirror in his hand, he would stand in front of the picture Basil Hallward had painted. He would look first at the horrible, old face in the picture, and then at the handsome young face that laughed back at him from the mirror. He fell more and more in love with his own beauty. And more and more interested in the corruption of his own soul.

Then something happened that changed everything.

It was on the ninth of November, the day before his thirty-eighth birthday. He was walking home from Lord Henry's and the night was cold and foggy. At the corner of Grosvenor Square and South Audley Street, a man passed him in the fog. He was walking very fast, and had the collar of his coat turned up. He had a bag in his hand. Dorian recognized him. It was Basil Hallward. A strange fear made Dorian walk off quickly in the direction of his own house.

But Hallward had seen him. Dorian heard him hurrying after him. In a few moments his hand was on his arm.

'Dorian! What an extraordinary piece of luck! I have been waiting for you in your library ever since nine o'clock. I am going to Paris on the midnight train, and I wanted to see you before I left. I thought it was you, or at least your coat, as I passed you. But I wasn't sure. Didn't you recognize me?'

'In this fog, my dear Basil? I can't even recognize Grosvenor Square. I believe my house is somewhere about here, but I don't feel at all certain about it. I am sorry you are going away, as I have not seen you for such a long time. But I suppose you will be back soon?'

'No, I am going to be out of England for six months. Here we are at your door. Let me come in for a moment. I have something to say to you.'

'That would be lovely. But won't you miss your train?' said Dorian Gray, as he went up the steps and opened the door with his key.

'I have plenty of time,' he answered. 'The train doesn't go until twelve-fifteen, and it is only just eleven. All I have with me is this bag, and I can easily get to Victoria Station in twenty minutes.'

Dorian looked at him and smiled. 'Come in or the fog will get into my house.'

Hallward followed Dorian into the library. There was a bright wood fire on one side of the room and two lamps on the other.

'Would you like a drink?'asked Dorian.



'No thanks, I won't have anything more,' said the painter, taking his hat and coat off. 'And now, my dear Dorian, I want to speak to you seriously. Don't frown like that. You make it so much more difficult for me.''

'What is it all about?' cried Dorian, throwing himself down on the sofa. 'I hope it is not about myself. I am tired of myself tonight. I would prefer to be somebody different.'

'It is about yourself,' answered Hallward, in his deep voice, 'and I must say it to you.'

Dorian breathed deeply and lit a cigarette. 'Is it really necessary, Basil?'

'I think you should know some of the terrible things that people are saying about you.'

'I don't want to know anything about them. I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don't interest me.'

'Every gentleman is interested in his good name, Dorian. You don't want people to talk of you as something terrible and corrupt. But I don't believe these rumours at all. At least I can't believe them when I see you. Corruption is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be hidden.'

'My dear Basil -'

'And yet, I rarely see you now and you never come to my house. When I hear all the terrible things people are whispering about you, I don't know what to say. Why have so many of your friends killed themselves? Young men from good families like Adrian Singleton and that poor young soldier?'

'Stop, Basil. You are talking about things of which you know nothing,' said Dorian. 'I know how people talk in England. This is a country where people have two faces. They whisper rumours about people like myself, and then do much worse things when others are not looking.'

'Dorian,' cried Hallward, 'that is not the question. I know England is bad, but that's the reason I want you to be a good influence on your friends. Instead you have lost all belief in goodness and honesty. You have filled those poor young men with a madness for pleasure.'

Dorian smiled.

'How can you smile like that? I only want you to have a clean name. You have a wonderful influence. Let it be for good. Yet I wonder whether I know you? But I can't answer that question. I would need to see your soul.'

'To see my soul!' cried Dorian Gray. He jumped up from the sofa, turning almost white with fear.

'Yes,' answered Hallward. There was a deep sadness in his voice. 'To see your soul. But only God can do that.'

A bitter laugh came from the lips of the younger man. 'You will see it yourself, tonight!' he cried, picking up a lamp from the table. 'Come, it is your own work. Why shouldn't you look at it? You can tell the world all about it after, if you want. Nobody will believe you. If they do believe you, they will like me better for it. Come, I tell you. You have talked enough about corruption. Now you will see it face to face.'

There was madness in every word he said. He felt a terrible delight that someone was going to share his secret. The man who had painted the portrait was going to share his shame. The painter would suffer for the rest of his life with the memory of what he had done.

'Yes,' he continued, coming closer to him. 'I will show you my soul. You will see what you think only God can see.'

Hallward jumped back.

'You cannot say things like that, Dorian!' he cried. 'They are horrible and they don't mean anything.'

'You think so?' He laughed again.

'I know so. Dorian, you have to tell me -'

'Don't touch me. Finish what you have to say.'

The painter felt extraordinarily sad. He walked over to the fire and stood there.

'I am waiting, Basil,' said the young man, in a hard, clear voice.

He turned round. 'What I have to say is this,' he cried. 'You must give me some answer to the horrible things people are saying against you. Tell me that they are not true, Dorian! Can't you see what I am going through? My God! Don't tell me that you are bad and corrupt and shameful.'

Dorian Gray smiled. 'Come upstairs, Basil,' he said, quietly. 'I keep a diary of my life from day to day. I will show it to you if you come up with me.'

'I will come with you, Dorian, if you wish it. I see I have missed my train. It does not matter. I can go tomorrow. But don't ask me to read anything tonight. All I want is a simple answer to my question.'

'I will give it to you upstairs. I could not give it to you here. You will not have to read for long.'

 

Activities

Phonetic exercises

1. a) Transcribe the next words from the chapter:

Key; frown; accident; pure; whisper; soldier; honesty; delight.

b) Read them aloud

Speech patterns:

a. What did it matter?

b. That doesn't matter.

c. Nothing to be afraid of.

 

Work on vocabulary

2. Find in the chapter the English for:

Пыль; нахмуриться; упоминание; спрятать; держать подальше; позор; порвал на две части; подозревать; заворожить; слухи; чистый; всё больше и больше влюбляться; туманный; воротник поднят; по крайней мере; опоздать на поезд; полно времени; глубоко вдохнуть; закурил сигарету; редко; шептать; влияние; потерять веру; честность; горький смех; ужасное удовольствие; поделиться секретом; мучить; всю оставшуюся жизнь; отпрыгнул; изо дня в день.

3. Use one of the words or word-combinations from the box in an appropriate form to fill each gap:

a key       to be full of           rumours           to throw oneself down            to share   to be covered with         to hide           foggy            rarely           to miss   to frown          to suspect              at least             honesty                   suffer   to move        to keep smb. at distance         a collar                    shameful

1. He asked her for _________ to the old schoolroom.

2. 'Well, sir, you'll_________ dust if you go into it.

3. He ____________at this reminder of his grandfather.

4. An hour later two men arrived __________the portrait.

5. 'I am afraid it is rather heavy,' said Dorian, as he opened the door of the old schoolroom where he was going ___________the secret of his corrupted soul.

6. It was a large room built by his grandfather______________.

7. It was a room __________terrible memories, but it was safe.

8. Perhaps the servant had read the report, and had begun __________something.

9. Even those who had heard terrible _________against him, could not believe them when they met him.

10. He was walking home from Lord Henry's and the night was cold and___________.

11. He was walking very fast, and had the ___________f his coat turned up.

12. I thought it was you, or _________your coat, as I passed you.

13. 'What is it all about?' cried Dorian, _________on the sofa.

14. 'And yet, I ________see you now and you never come to my house.

15. Instead you have lost all belief in goodness and___________.

16. He felt a terrible delight that someone was going _________his secret.

17. The painter would suffer for the rest of his life with the memory of what he had done.

18. My God! Don't tell me that you are bad and corrupt and__________.'

19. 'I will come with you, Dorian, if you wish it. I see I have ________my train.

4. Express the following in a different way. Use the words from the chapter:

a painful sense of having done something wrong, improper, or immodest -

regarded with distrust, doubt -

common talk, a statement or report current but not authenticated -

 free from moral fault, innocent; unmixed with any other matter -

the surface of the ground, floor esp. for ex. in a dirty room -

a band,  strip, or chain worn around the neck or the neckline of a garment -

free from deception, reputable, truthful -  

great pleasure or satisfaction -

5. Choose the right word:

1. The door was then carefully locked and its key _______in the mother’s bedroom. She gave me the impression that she was ________something. She _______her face in the pillow. (conceal, hide, bury)

2. I’m _______you’re mistaken. A criminal always lives in ________ of being arrested. She screamed in _______ and jumped away from the snake. Lizbeth made a _______ face and pretended her hands were scratching claws. (to be afraid of, a fear, a dread, scary)

3. He always … his promise. I’m sorry I …you waiting. The most part of the state budget goes to … the army. Mr. Watson had a wife and family to …. One must … his own health. (keep – maintain)







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