The Picture of Dorian Greyhound

Book 0: Classic Tails

by Oscar Wilde, Eliza Garrett

Genres: Classics

Synopsis

CLASSIC TAILS - the greatest works of literature, as told by the finest breeds We all have our favourite classic tales; books that have been beloved to us since childhood, whose wonderful stories and rich tapestry of characters are unsurpassed in modern literature. How, you may ask, could these marvellous works ever be improved upon? Reader, ask no more...for we present The Picture of Dorian Greyhound Dorian Greyhound is the best of his breed - well-tempered, beautiful and pure of heart. So Basil Basset, an artist, paints a portrait that reflects the very essence of Dorian's soul. But soon Dorian befriends selfish hedonist Lord Henry Wooffon, and then the moral corruption of this sweet creature begins. On the outside, Dorian remains young and sleek - but as his naughtiness increases, the portrait starts to reveal the extent of his inner decay... What readers are saying about The Picture of Dorian Greyhound : 'The whole book is hilarious. I need more of these Classic Tails editions in my life ' ' Clever text, lovely illustrations ' ' Fun references and amazing artwork. It's certainly made me want to read the original '

Release date: September 21, 2017

Publisher: Headline

Print pages: 64

Sample

On a warm June day, the artist Basil Basset was working in his studio, finishing a pawtrait of a young dog of extraordinary personal beauty.

‘It is your best work, Basil, the best thing you have ever done,’ opined Lord Henry Wooffon languidly from the divan where he lay. ‘You must certainly exhibit it next year.’

‘I will never display it,’ the artist snuffled seriously. ‘I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul.’







Basil told Lord Wooffon about the night he became acquainted with the subject of the painting – Mr Dorian Greyhound. He was at a party, and their eyes met. Basil puffed, ‘I knew that I had encountered someone so fascinating that he could absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.’ Basil ha. . .