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[epigrammatical]

And now it's Harry's turn. There is, I'm afraid, some inevitable overlap with Dorian.

Cigarette: A symbol at the time of a kind of louche, decadent, artistic sort of person. Henry's perpetual accessory. A personal symbol of evanescent pleasure—Henry wants nothing that will stale on the palate; he enjoys his pleasures the most when they leave him wanting more. And the cigarette really is, for him, the epitome of such a thing.

Persian Carpet: "I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal." A signifier of Henry's love of the exotic and, not to put too fine a point on it, his orientalist streak. His love of beautiful things, beautiful and not completely useful, and a little bit surreal.

Book: He poisoned Dorian with a book. He might never write a book himself, but he spins words with all the artfulness of a writer all the same. He might deny it, but there are few people with as intense an appreciation for what words can do as he.

Flower: "There are moments when the odour of lilas blanc passes suddenly across me, and I have to live the strangest month of my life over again." Flowers, another evanescent pleasure, but strongly evocative for him at all times: the lilacs in Basil's garden, his decision to wear nothing but violets for a season, the odour of flowers that brings back memories.

Piano: I don't think he actually plays it himself—but he loves for Dorian to play. He wants Chopin nocturnes for when he's melancholy. His wife runs away with a man who plays Chopin beautifully. And it's yet another pleasure that once heard, only remains in memory.