Visions Of Dorian Grey
Independent analysis, The greatest pity in the novel was the fact that
Lord Henry never really cared for Dorian as stated in a dialogue
between the two. 'Yes, I thought you would like it,' replied his host,
rising from his chair. 'I didn't say I liked it, Harry. I said it
fascinated me. There is a great difference.' 'Ah, you have discovered
that?" murmured Lord Henry. (126) To Lord Henry, Dorian was merely a
fascination, and nothing more. The Picture of Dorian Grey
On top of a windswept hill overlooking the Labyrinth stood a black-cloaked figure. With gloved hands resting on his hips and his mantle swirling about him, he remained in sharp contrast to the orange sky. The wind whipped strands of Jareth's long blonde hair across his handsome face. This moment of reflection was unusual for him, he was a decisive and action orientated King not given to contemplation. His features betrayed no emotion as he distantly surveyed the remnants of his castle floating in the air above their former foundation.
Jareth's thoughts turned to the little beast that caused all this wreckage. "You have no power over me." Her words echoed in his mind and then brought forth anger as he considered how much he did for the ungrateful girl. In his agitation he paced with his cloak flowing and whirling freely behind him with every abrupt turn. He had been generous in his patience and hospitality, and look how she repaid him!
Yes, he did try to tempt her with her dreams and a pretense of love, but after all, that was part of the game. She easily saw through his empty tricks and illusions anyway. Raising one eyebrow he pursed his lips as he mused, "I must be losing my touch."
Glancing back at the remains of the castle he fumed all over again, "Damn the girl, if I had her here right now I would wring her silly little neck!" True, he had become caught up with Sarah's strong will and determination to save her brother, but nothing more. Like all the others who had run his labyrinth she was a mere mortal and so inferior to him that he would not waste his time thinking about her. Not one to mull over the past his thoughts moved on to the business at hand, the reconstruction of his castle.