Anyway, what would it profit a man with dim eyesight to be surrounded with ineffable glory?
What would be the music of the spheres to one bereft of hearing?
What gain would come to a man with a heart of stone to be in an environment of perfect and eternal love!" Dorian finished the reading and laid the paper on the desk.

For some time he sat very still, thinking of these beautiful words from his dear friend to him.

Surely, Uncle Zed was very much alive in any environment which his beautiful life had placed him.

Would that he, Dorian, could live so that he might always be alive to the good and be dead to sin.
The stillness of the night was about him.

The lamplight grew dim, showing the oil to be gone, so he blew out the smoking wick.