It was a lovely night, so warm that he threw his coat over his arm and did not even put his silk scarf round his throat. As he strolled home, smoking his cigarette, two young men in evening dress passed him. He heard one of them whisper to the other, "That is Dorian Gray." He remembered how pleased he used to be when he was pointed out, or stared at, or talked about. He was tired of hearing his own name now. Half the charm of the little village where he had been so often lately was that no one knew who he was. He had often told the girl whom he had lured to love him that he was poor, and she had believed him. He had told her once that he was wicked, and she had laughed at him and answered that wicked people were always very old and very ugly. What a laugh she had!--just like a thrush singing. And how pretty she had been in her cotton dresses and her large hats! She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.
Father did you miss me? I've been locked up a while. I got caught for what I did but took it all in style. Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when. Now I'm versed in so much worse, so I am back again. And he said for the lines that I take, I'm going to hell! For the love that I make, I'm going to hell! Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells. Father did you miss me? Don't ask me where I've been. You know I know : yes, I've been told I redefine a sin. I don't know what's driving me to put this in my head. Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead! And he said for the lives that I fake, I'm going to hell! For the vows that I break, I'm going to hell! For the ways that I hurt, while I'm hiking up my skirt. I am sitting on a throne while they're buried in the dirt. For the man that I hate, I'm going to hell! Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells. Please forgive me father, I didn't mean to bother you. The devil's in me father. He's inside of everything I do. For the life that I take, I'm going to hell! For the laws that I break, I'm going to hell! For the love that I hate, I'm going to hell! For the lies that I make, I'm going to hell! For the way I condescend and never lend a hand. My arrogance is making this head buried in the sand. For the souls I forsake, I'm going to hell! Gettin' married to the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.