There was a horrible fascination in them all. He saw them at night, and they troubled his imagination in the day.
The Renaissance knew of strange manners of poisoning—poisoning by a helmet and a lighted torch, by an embroidered glove and a jewelled fan, by a gilded pomander and by an amber chain. Dorian Gray had been poisoned by a book.
There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.