To be as evil as you like so long as you can avoid the appearance of evil; that's the game you have taught me to play.

That's the game we have played together.
That's the game we and our kind insist the artists and writers shall help us play.

That's the only game I know, and, by the rule of our game, so long as the world sees nothing, I shall do what pleases me.
"You have had your day with me.

You have had what you paid for.

What right have you to deny me, now, an hour's forgetfulness?
When I think of what I might have been, but for you, I wonder that I have cared to live, and I would not--except for the poor sport of torturing you.
"You scoff at Mr.King's portrait of me because he has not painted me as I am! What would you have said if he _had_ painted me as I am?
What would you say if Conrad Lagrange should write the truth about us and our kind, for his millions of readers?
You sneer at me because I cannot uncover my shoulders in the conventional dress of my class, and so make a virtue of a necessity and deceive the world by a pretense of modesty.