“Like the painting of a sorrow,

A face without a heart.

“Like the painting of a sorrow, A face without a heart.

“Yes: that is what it was like.”

Lord Henry laughed. “If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart,” he answered, sinking into an armchair.

Dorian Gray shook his head and struck some soft chords on the piano. “ ‘Like the painting of a sorrow,’ ” he repeated, “ ‘a face without a heart.’ ”