Story Part 2

Confessions of Marks (Part2)

I left him in the room. I bought the book, The Picture of Dorian Gray, and went back home. This book was fascinating. While I was reading it I could understand what he meant by corruption. I spent the whole night reading that book. By dawn I finished the book. It was fascinating. If he saw himself as Dorian and his wife was The portrait, then now he changed his place with his portrait. This theory would make sense if he was a criminal. But on the other hand, he was a person who owns a charity and helped a lot of people. How could he be corrupted? Every one who knew them a little came to the court and confessed that he and his wife was in love and they did not have any problems. No one ever heard them getting into an argument. I take a look at his file again. It seems that this man reads a lot of novels and his wife was a writer. With all these thoughts I looked at my clock. I had to go to work in an hour.

I had a meeting with him this afternoon as well. When I walked into the room he sightly moved his head an had glance from the entrance. “I have nothing more to tell you. What ever you want from me is in that book.” said the man with a disappointed look. I went closer and sat in front of him and put the novel on the table. “I read it!” I said with joy.

• oh... Thats unusual. Well what do you think?
• The book is fascinating. But I’m sure you made a mistake. The reason for Dorian’s corruption was Lord Henry not the portrait.
• All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
• I’m sorry Mr.Marks but I don’t understand your point here.
• Think my friend, was he even corrupted? Lord Henry was a genius and Dorian was basically so blank and thought less.
• And what does it has to do with you Mr.Marks.
• I thought you were different for a moment. Oh well. It seems I expect to much from ordinary people.
• Thanks for your insult Mr.Marks; but you did not answer my question.
• That part of the book has nothing to do with my life. Think about the portrait and Dorian. She was my portrait, what ever I did, whether it was evil or good, she was the picture of my soul. I was simply like dorian.
• You mean all the charities that you did was her idea and you wanted to be free so you killed her? If that is true how did you do that? There is no evidence that you killed her.
• No, I was free. Everyone is free. Even in this prison I am free. No one can enslave anybody else except themselves.
• I assume you really liked Lord Henry. You talk so similar to him.
• I take what ever I can from the people I enjoy, Good or bad.
• You did not answer me how did you killed her?
• Have you ever read the poem “Isabella or the Pot of Basil”?
• Yes, I remember it. I read it when I was 16. It was a long time ago but I can still remember it.
• I’m starting to like you. Do you remember how Lorenzo died?
• Yes.
• This is how I killed my wife. In my opinion it was not the brothers who killed Lorenzo. It was Isabella who killed him. Ok times up. See you tomorrow my friend.
• We will talk about this tomorrow Mr.Marks.