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ERNEST。 You have told me many strange things to…night； Gilbert。 You have told me that it is more difficult to talk about a thing than to do it； and that to do nothing at all is the most difficult thing in the world； you have told me that all Art is immoral； and all thought dangerous； that criticism is more creative than creation； and that the highest criticism is that which reveals in the work of Art what the artist had not put there； that it is exactly because a man cannot do a thing that he is the proper judge of it； and that the true critic is unfair； insincere； and not rational。 My friend； you are a dreamer。
GILBERT。 Yes： I am a dreamer。 For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight； and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world。
ERNEST。 His punishment？
GILBERT。 And his reward。 But； see； it is dawn already。 Draw back the curtains and open the windows wide。 How cool the morning air is！ Piccadilly lies at our feet like a long riband of silver。 A faint purple mist hangs over the Park； and the shadows of the white houses are purple。 It is too late to sleep。 Let us go down to Covent Garden and look at the roses。 Come！ I am tired of thought。