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Modern Representations of Love & Friendship in Classic Literature

The painter considered for a few moments. “He likes me,” he answered after a pause; “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 that I have given away my whole soul to some one 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 by Oscar Wilde

[The biggest transformation here is Basil Hallward, presented as a photographer in this modern setting. The use of an art studio for the location, instead of a photography studio, is a nod to the painter in the orignal novel.]

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This Heart-Growing Garden

Crunch after Crunch I tiptoe through death

Shivering, ever longing for life’s warm breath

This heart-growing garden once teemed with life

Now dying brown leaves whisper woe-filled strife

  This tale begins with a girl and a man

Who loved and laughed and stood hand in hand

Where their lips first met, the sun glowed red

The fire was lit, the contagion was spread

And with the morn’ came buds brand new

Infant rose blossoms bloomed red with dew

  Their hearts’ grew together, their love runneth over

Red Rover, Red Rover; The Lord came over, guarding the heart of each- lover

  This heart-growing garden once teemed with life

While they danced and sang and became man and wife

No longer just a girl and a man

Together into the sunset they ran

  Their love was so strong, hearts so entwined

They failed to see the warning signs

A voice, so smooth, sweet as summer’s warm day

Beckoned “It’s me, It’s okay, I’m just here to play”

Tricked and dumbfounded, they unlatched the gate

Slithering through the roses was the Devil’s playmate

  Their hearts grew together, their love runneth over

Red Rover, Red Rover; The Devil came over, disguised as the son and- the father

  This heart-growing garden once teemed with life

Due to the sharing of love between man and wife

In marched the Devil, armed with sword

Slaying the love of those who adored

Remember this tale with an ending most sad

Forever Love does not last, when it’s yours, be glad!