What a lovely hot, humid day.

Saw in the parking lot, one of those little fishies one puts on one's bumper that said "vampire" in it.

Stephen was so amused.

His Husband got him "The Portrait of Dorian Gray and Other Writings" by Oscar Wilde for his brithday, and I am enjoying it also. It has occured to me, however, that I am deeply guilty of being influenced by my back-reading when I read new things. Particularily Les Mis and Focault's Pendulum. But the trouble is that Lord Henry in Dorian Gray reminds me far too much of a Grantaire. Or rather, /a/ Grantaire in particular... mais non, regarde:

[Lord Henry] played with the idea, grew wilful; tossed it into the air and trasnsformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox. The praise of folly, as he went on, soared into a philosophy, and Philosophy herself became young, and catching the mad music of Pleasure, wearing, one might fancy, her wine-stained robe and wreath of ivy, danced like a Bacchante over the hills of life and mocked slow Silenus for being sober. Facts fled before her like frightened forest things. Her white feet trod the huge press at which wise Omar sits, till the seething grape juice rose around her bare limbs in waves of purple bubbles, or crawled in red foam over the vat's black, dripping, sloping sides. It was an extraordinary improvisation.

Omar, of course, being Omar Khayyam, of the Rubiyyat; a long and luxuriant ode to the Vine. So there is that, but the Grande R and, more frighteningly, the Enjolras I have in mind... well, see this:

[Lord Henry] felt that the eyes of Dorian Gray were fixed on him, and the conciousness that amongst his audience there was one whose temperment he wished to fascinate, seemed to give his wit keeness, and to lend color to his imagination. He was brilliantm fantastic, irresponsible. He charmed his listeners out of themselves...Dorian Gray never took his gaze off of him, but sat like one under a spell, smiles chasing each other over his lips, and wonder growing grave in his darkening eyes.

So, I think, perhaps, Adrien Enjolras could be called Dorian Gray, and his Marion, Lord Henry.

Egads.

On that note, i go to sit in the warm afternoon; a Southern Barbecue.

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