"I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that i know i shall be sorry for having said. As a rule, he is charming to me, and we sit in the studio and talk of a thousand things. Now and then, however, he is horribly thoughtless, and seems to take a real delight in giving me pain. Then i feel, Harry, that i have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day."
The Picture of Dorian Gray