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(I say same-sex instead of homosexual as it is hard to tell whether some characters may be gay or bisexual.) This is important because it may mean that Dorian Gray is a better indicator of how 19th century society viewed homosexuality than Monsieur Venus was of how 19th century society viewed transgender identities. Instead, Dorian Gray is just a book with same-sex romances throughout. The Picture of Dorian Gray, a novel by Oscar Wilde, is different. The story itself debates whether or not these characters had a chance of being happy. The whole book was a discussion of gender identity and what it means to be transgender: the characters wondered about and discussed the possibility that they might be a gender other than the one assigned to them at birth, and whether they could really become their true gender. They are quite obvious.With the last book I read, Monsieur Venus, looking for LGBT themes was easy. They have their stereotyped smile, and their fashionable manner. They ride in the Park in the morning, and chatter at tea-parties in the afternoon. One knows their minds as easily as one knows their bonnets.

Ordinary women never appeal to one's imagination. I have seen her in every age and in every costume. She has been innocent, and the black hands of jealousy have crushed her reed-like throat. She has been mad, and has come into the presence of a guilty king, and given him rue to wear, and bitter herbs to taste of. I have watched her wandering through the forest of Arden, disguised as a pretty boy in hose and doublet and dainty cap. I have seen her die in the gloom of an Italian tomb, sucking the poison from her lover's lips. One evening she is Rosalind, and the next evening she is Imogen.

Why should I not love her? Harry, I do love her. When I close my eyes, I hear them, and each of them says something different. Your voice and the voice of Sibyl Vane are two things that I shall never forget. There were moments, later on, when it had the wild passion of violets. In the garden scene it had all the tremulous ecstasy that one hears just before dawn when nightingales are singing. Then it became a little louder, and sounded like a flute or a distant hautbois. It was very low at first, with deep, mellow notes, that seemed to fall singly upon one's ear. And her voice-I never heard such a voice. I tell you, Harry, I could hardly see this girl for the mist of tears that came across me. You said to me once that pathos left you unmoved, but that beauty, mere beauty, could fill your eyes with tears.

She was the loveliest thing I had ever seen in my life. But Juliet! Harry, imagine a girl, hardly seventeen years of age, with a little flower-like face, a small Greek head with plaited coils of dark-brown hair, eyes that were violet wells of passion, lips that were like the petals of a rose. They were both as grotesque as the scenery, and that looked as if it had come out of a country booth. He was played by the low-comedian, who had introduced gags of his own and was on most friendly terms with the pit. Romeo was a stout elderly gentleman, with corked eyebrows, a husky tragedy voice, and a figure like a beer-barrel.

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There was a dreadful orchestra, presided over by a young Hebrew who sat at a cracked piano, that nearly drove me away, but at last the drop-scene was drawn up, and the play began. At any rate, I determined to wait for the first act. Still, I felt interested, in a sort of way. I must admit that I was rather annoyed at the idea of seeing Shakespeare done in such a wretched hole of a place. DORIAN: This play was good enough for us, Harry.

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