1 Dorian Gray loathed him more than ever.
2 There was something in its expression that filled him with disgust and loathing.
3 Then he loathed his own beauty, and flinging the mirror on the floor, crushed it into silver splinters beneath his heel.
4 He watched it as though it were a thing that could fascinate and make afraid, as though it held something that he longed for and yet almost loathed.
5 The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything.
6 All that it really demonstrated was that our future would be the same as our past, and that the sin we had done once, and with loathing, we would do many times, and with joy.
7 He winced at the memory of all that he had suffered, and for a moment the same curious feeling of loathing for Basil Hallward that had made him kill him as he sat in the chair came back to him, and he grew cold with passion.
8 On his return he would sit in front of the picture, sometimes loathing it and himself, but filled, at other times, with that pride of individualism that is half the fascination of sin, and smiling with secret pleasure at the misshapen shadow that had to bear the burden that should have been his own.