Excerpt provided by Syndetics CHAPTER I The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn. From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flame-like as theirs and now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid jade-faced painters of Tokio who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion. The sullen murmur of the bees shouldering their way through the long unmown grass, or circling with monotonous insistence round the dusty gilt horns of the straggling woodbine, seemed to make the stillness more oppressive. The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ. In the centre of the room, clamped to an upright easel, stood the full-length portrait of a young man of extraordinary personal beauty, and in front of it, some little distance away, was sitting the artist himself, Basil Hallward, whose sudden disappearance some years ago caused, at the time, such public excitement, and gave rise to so many strange conjectures. As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. There were moments, later on, when it had. But he suddenly started up, and, closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake. In the garden scene it had all the tremulous ecstasy that one hears just before dawn when nightingales are singing. Now that he’s out of those emotional woods, the seven songs that make up this new split look back at similar themesbut with the careful distance that comes along with making it through heavy times. "It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done," said Lord Henry, languidly. Never too direct or self-serious, Rheinheimer condensed a moment of turmoil into a brilliant and tremulous picture of a period of struggle. "You must certainly send it next year to the Grosvenor. picture for tremulous Tremors are not only felt at the time of an earthquake, but also at the time of a nervousness attack. Whenever I have gone there, there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see the pictures, which was dreadful, or so many pictures that I have not been able to see the people, which was worse. The Grosvenor is really the only place." "I don't think I shall send it anywhere," he answered, tossing his head back in that odd way that used to make his friends laugh at him at Oxford. "No: I won't send it anywhere." Lord Henry elevated his eyebrows, and looked at him in amazement through the thin blue wreaths of smoke that curled up in such fanciful whorls from his heavy opium-tainted cigarette. "Not send it anywhere? My dear fellow, why? Have you any reason? What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. Tremulous Motion Pictures is a Television and Film production studio based in Los Angeles and Orlando Florida. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. Photo Credit:Courtesy of Sothebys, New York, NY. Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men quite jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion." "I know you will laugh at me," he replied, "but I really can't exhibit it I have put too much of myself into it." Lord Henry stretched himself out on the divan and laughed. Said, in a tremulous voice, Why dont you speak for yourself, John Alternate Title(s):John Alden. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Text Quotes And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes (Tremulous Quotes) Hope, that star of life’s tremulous ocean (Tremulous Quotes) And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes (Tremulous Quotes) Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor.
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