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This story begins when a painter named Basil Hallward had a very young model that satisfied all his desires without any kind of limit or prejudice, this painter loved his model, he gave everything for him, until he thought how happy he could be if he was always young and full of vitality exactly as he was at that moment, he lived in wonder of his incredible beauty.

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As this novel takes shape and the protagonist is immersed little by little in this madness of longing for youth we are witnessing in the reading a very bad and terrible end. Basil the painter portrays Dorian in a painting and keeps it in storage, then she meets a friend of the painter who seemed very nice and sat down to talk in the garden, and told him about The Portrait of Dorian Gray.

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Dorian is very captivated by the theme of Lord Henry for his way of seeing the world, this indicates that in this wonderful life the only thing that is worthwhile is the great beauty and full youth achieving satisfy every sense that we find in it, Dorian longs to maintain the same beauty as in that painting of The Portrait of Dorian Gray, which Basil made that talented painter.

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Closing this story, realizing that the beauty that he maintained for the days little by little with the passing of time was going to fade, so he was able to sell his soul to the devil to keep it, the painting ages as time goes by and he would stay the same. This act will keep him living in lust and evil acts to satisfy the need that implies that his painting will age for him.

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"Often, on returning home after one of those prolonged and mysterious absences that would provoke such strange conjectures among his friends or that they were considered as such he would climb the stairs to the closed room, open the door with the key that never left him, and there, standing in front of the portrait by Basil Hallward, with a mirror in his hand, he would look alternately at the perverse and aged face of the canvas and the young and beautiful face that smiled at him from the glass. The very violence of the contrast enlivened his delight. Every day he felt more and more in love with his own beauty, more and more interested in the corruption of his soul."