A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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[Chapter 1] [23] When you wet the bed first it is warm then it gets cold. His mother put
[Chapter 1] [79] --What is your name?
[Chapter 1] [85] --What kind of a name is that?
[Chapter 1] [89] --What is your father?
[Chapter 1] [97] --Is he a magistrate?
[Chapter 1] [153] Canker is a disease of plants,
[Chapter 1] [375] Stephen Dedalus is my name,
[Chapter 1] [376] Ireland is my nation.
[Chapter 1] [377] Clongowes is my dwellingplace
[Chapter 1] [586] --Who is?
[Chapter 1] [592] --Is he sick?
[Chapter 1] [670] --The sky is up, Brother Michael said.
[Chapter 1] [756] --Now it is all about politics in the papers, he said. Do your people
[Chapter 1] [766] My name is the name of a town. Your name is like Latin.
[Chapter 1] [778] --Can you answer me this one? Why is the county of Kildare like the
[Chapter 1] [785] --Because there is a thigh in it, he said. Do you see the joke? Athy
[Chapter 1] [786] is the town in the county Kildare and a thigh is the other thigh.
[Chapter 1] [811] --There is another way but I won't tell you what it is.
[Chapter 1] [856] --He is dead. We saw him lying upon the catafalque. A wail of sorrow
[Chapter 1] [859] --Parnell! Parnell! He is dead!
[Chapter 1] [930] --Is it Christy? he said. There's more cunning in one of those warts
[Chapter 1] [1046] --It is religion, Dante said. They are doing their duty in warning the
[Chapter 1] [1052] --It is religion, Dante said again. They are right. They must direct
[Chapter 1] [1055] --And preach politics from the altar, is it? asked Mr Dedalus.
[Chapter 1] [1057] --Certainly, said Dante. It is a question of public morality. A priest
[Chapter 1] [1058] would not be a priest if he did not tell his flock what is right and
[Chapter 1] [1059] what is wrong.
[Chapter 1] [1087] --Nobody is saying a word against them, said Mr Dedalus, so long as
[Chapter 1] [1112] SCANDALIZE ONE OF THESE, MY LEAST LITTLE ONES. That is the language of
[Chapter 1] [1155] there is no respect for the pastors of the church.
[Chapter 1] [1159] --Respect! he said. Is it for Billy with the lip or for the tub of
[Chapter 1] [1194] --Well, it is perfectly dreadful to say that not even for one day in
[Chapter 1] [1201] they are without this bad temper and this bad language? It is too bad
[Chapter 1] [1207] it is insulted and spit on by renegade catholics.
[Chapter 1] [1216] --Why then, said Mr Casey, it is a most instructive story. It happened
[Chapter 1] [1274] --The story is very short and sweet, Mr Casey said. It was one day
[Chapter 1] [1355] --Ah, John, he said. It is true for them. We are an unfortunate
[Chapter 1] [1571] --Is he in it?
[Chapter 1] [1672] --What is going to be done to them?
[Chapter 1] [1683] --I know why, Cecil Thunder said. He is right and the other fellows
[Chapter 1] [1685] has been expelled from college is known all his life on account of it.
[Chapter 1] [1748] ZEAL WITHOUT PRUDENCE IS LIKE A SHIP ADRIFT. But the lines of the
[Chapter 1] [1842] --Hoho! he cried. Who is this boy? Why is he on his knees? What is
[Chapter 1] [1847] --Hoho, Fleming! An idler of course. I can see it in your eye. Why is
[Chapter 1] [1904] --Why is he not writing, Father Arnall?
[Chapter 1] [1909] --Broke? What is this I hear? What is this your name is! said the
[Chapter 1] [2009] --It's a stinking mean thing, that's what it is, said Fleming in the
[Chapter 1] [2011] pandy a fellow for what is not his fault.
[Chapter 1] [2029] Baldyhead. It's a stinking mean low trick, that's what it is. I'd go
[Chapter 1] [2169] --Well, my little man, said the rector, what is it?
[Chapter 1] [2203] --Your name is Dedalus, isn't it?
[Chapter 1] [2231] --Very well, the rector said, it is a mistake and I shall speak to
[Chapter 2] [2413] which chocolate is wrapped. When he had broken up this scenery, weary
[Chapter 2] [2576] --What is she in, mud?
[Chapter 2] [2611] --Is that Josephine?
[Chapter 2] [2681] comes up to my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her.
[Chapter 2] [2745] --Christian brothers be damned! said Mr Dedalus. Is it with Paddy
[Chapter 2] [2862] --Is this a beautiful young lady or a doll that you have here, Mrs
[Chapter 2] [2937] --No, said Heron, Dedalus is a model youth. He doesn't smoke and he
[Chapter 2] [2970] deucedly pretty she is too. And inquisitive! AND WHAT PART DOES STEPHEN
[Chapter 2] [3102] --Fudge! said Heron. Ask Dedalus. Who is the greatest writer, Dedalus?
[Chapter 2] [3112] --Is it Cardinal Newman? asked Boland.
[Chapter 2] [3124] --And who is the best poet, Heron? asked Boland.
[Chapter 2] [3135] --O, get out! said Heron. Everyone knows that Tennyson is the greatest
[Chapter 2] [3138] --And who do you think is the greatest poet? asked Boland, nudging his
[Chapter 2] [3153] All you know about poetry is what you wrote up on the slates in the
[Chapter 2] [3225] was divesting him of that sudden-woven anger as easily as a fruit is
[Chapter 2] [3244] --O, Dedalus, he cried, Doyle is in a great bake about you. You're to
[Chapter 2] [3252] --But Doyle is in an awful bake.
[Chapter 2] [3370] That is horse piss and rotted straw, he thought. It is a good odour to
[Chapter 2] [3371] breathe. It will calm my heart. My heart is quite calm now. I will go
[Chapter 2] [3436] When it is new;
[Chapter 2] [3475] --Ah, do you tell me so? And is poor Pottlebelly dead?
[Chapter 2] [3596] --I am Stephen Dedalus. I am walking beside my father whose name is
[Chapter 2] [3597] Simon Dedalus. We are in Cork, in Ireland. Cork is a city. Our room is
[Chapter 2] [3689] whatever your name is, give us the same again here. By God, I don't
[Chapter 2] [3691] my age and I'm a better man than he is any day of the week.
[Chapter 2] [3707] --If he is, he'll do, said the little old man.
[Chapter 3] [3964] --Is that you, pigeon?
[Chapter 3] [3966] --Number ten. Fresh Nelly is waiting on you.
[Chapter 3] [4013] you mean to say that you are not able to tell me what a surd is?
[Chapter 3] [4056] was turned towards her whose emblem is the morning star, BRIGHT AND
[Chapter 3] [4072] --The boy from the house is coming up for the rector.
[Chapter 3] [4105] pour the water before saying the words is the child baptized? Is
[Chapter 3] [4115] have been consecrated, is Jesus Christ still present under their
[Chapter 3] [4118] --Here he is! Here he is!
[Chapter 3] [4130] Francis Xavier whose feast day is Saturday. The retreat will go on from
[Chapter 3] [4136] might be inclined to think that Monday is a free day also. Beware of
[Chapter 3] [4155] was sent by saint Ignatius to preach to the Indians. He is called, as
[Chapter 3] [4158] people. He is said to have baptized as many as ten thousand idolaters
[Chapter 3] [4159] in one month. It is said that his right arm had grown powerless from
[Chapter 3] [4169] for God in a single month! That is a true conqueror, true to the motto
[Chapter 3] [4219] changes for good and bad, the memory of the great saint is honoured by
[Chapter 3] [4225] --Now what is the meaning of this word RETREAT and why is it allowed
[Chapter 3] [4238] holy will and to save our immortal souls. All else is worthless. One
[Chapter 3] [4239] thing alone is needful, the salvation of one's soul. What doth it
[Chapter 3] [4241] immortal soul? Ah, my dear boys, believe me there is nothing in this
[Chapter 3] [4250] see that this custom is not infringed and I look especially to the
[Chapter 3] [4355] angel filled all the universe. Time is, time was, but time shall be no
[Chapter 3] [4361] supreme judge is coming! No longer the lowly Lamb of God, no longer the
[Chapter 3] [4363] Good Shepherd, He is seen now coming upon the clouds, in great power
[Chapter 3] [4367] is heard even at the farthest limits of space, even In the bottomless
[Chapter 3] [4373] O, what agony then for the miserable sinners! Friend is torn apart from
[Chapter 3] [4379] who loved him so dearly. But it is too late: the just turn away from
[Chapter 3] [4383] your soul within is a foul swamp of sin, how will it fare with you in
[Chapter 3] [4387] day of judgement. It is appointed unto man to die and after death the
[Chapter 3] [4388] judgement. Death is certain. The time and manner are uncertain, whether
[Chapter 3] [4391] moment, seeing that you may die at any moment. Death is the end of us
[Chapter 3] [4398] sin. Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for
[Chapter 3] [4403] death is no cause of terror. Was it not Addison, the great English
[Chapter 3] [4405] Warwick to let him see how a christian can meet his end? He it is and he
[Chapter 3] [4408] O grave, where is thy victory?
[Chapter 3] [4409] O death, where is thy sting?
[Chapter 3] [4455] IS NOT LIKE EARTHLY BEAUTY, DANGEROUS TO LOOK UPON, BUT LIKE THE
[Chapter 3] [4456] MORNING STAR WHICH IS ITS EMBLEM, BRIGHT AND MUSICAL. The eyes were
[Chapter 3] [4460] --Take hands, Stephen and Emma. It is a beautiful evening now in
[Chapter 3] [4461] heaven. You have erred but you are always my children. It is one heart
[Chapter 3] [4511] the ills our flesh is heir to, disease and poverty and death: all that
[Chapter 3] [4558] the holy catholic church against which, it is promised, the gates of
[Chapter 3] [4571] called into existence for the eternal punishment of sinners. Hell is a
[Chapter 3] [4574] is expressly designed by God to punish those who refused to be bound by
[Chapter 3] [4588] eternally in darkness. It is a never ending storm of darkness, dark
[Chapter 3] [4593] give to the darkness of hell which is to last not for three days alone
[Chapter 3] [4596] --The horror of this strait and dark prison is increased by its awful
[Chapter 3] [4616] --But this stench is not, horrible though it is, the greatest physical
[Chapter 3] [4617] torment to which the damned are subjected. The torment of fire is the
[Chapter 3] [4622] help him in the useful arts, whereas the fire of hell is of another
[Chapter 3] [4625] as the object which it attacks is more or less combustible, so that
[Chapter 3] [4628] burns in hell is a substance which is specially designed to burn for
[Chapter 3] [4630] destroys at the same time as it burns, so that the more intense it is
[Chapter 3] [4631] the shorter is its duration; but the fire of hell has this property,
[Chapter 3] [4636] is always of a limited extent; but the lake of fire in hell is
[Chapter 3] [4637] boundless, shoreless and bottomless. It is on record that the devil
[Chapter 3] [4643] fire raging in its very vitals. O, how terrible is the lot of those
[Chapter 3] [4650] boundlessness of this fire is as nothing when compared to its
[Chapter 3] [4652] divine design for the punishment of soul and body alike. It is a fire
[Chapter 3] [4656] torture the spirit with the flesh. Every sense of the flesh is tortured
[Chapter 3] [4662] senses the immortal soul is tortured eternally in its very essence amid
[Chapter 3] [4667] --Consider finally that the torment of this infernal prison is
[Chapter 3] [4669] earth is so noxious that the plants, as if by instinct, withdraw from
[Chapter 3] [4670] the company of whatsoever is deadly or hurtful to them. In hell all
[Chapter 3] [4671] laws are overturned--there is no thought of family or country, of
[Chapter 3] [4674] and raging like themselves. All sense of humanity is forgotten. The
[Chapter 3] [4684] beasts. But what is the fury of those dumb beasts compared with the
[Chapter 3] [4692] hopeless: it is too late now for repentance.
[Chapter 3] [4703] lost souls whom they dragged down to ruin. It is they, the foul demons,
[Chapter 3] [4713] for repentance has gone by. Time is, time was, but time shall be no more!
[Chapter 3] [4723] would not avoid those dangerous temptations. Such is the language of
[Chapter 3] [4850] composition of place. We endeavoured, that is, to imagine with the
[Chapter 3] [4856] --Sin, remember, is a twofold enormity. It is a base consent to the
[Chapter 3] [4858] is gross and beast-like; and it is also a turning away from the counsel
[Chapter 3] [4859] of our higher nature, from all that is pure and holy, from the Holy God
[Chapter 3] [4860] Himself. For this reason mortal sin is punished in hell by two
[Chapter 3] [4863] Now of all these spiritual pains by far the greatest is the pain of
[Chapter 3] [4864] loss, so great, in fact, that in itself it is a torment greater than
[Chapter 3] [4866] angelic doctor, as he is called, says that the worst damnation consists
[Chapter 3] [4867] in this, that the understanding of man is totally deprived of divine
[Chapter 3] [4869] God. God, remember, is a being infinitely good, and therefore the loss
[Chapter 3] [4889] feel the anguish of that separation, knowing full well that it is
[Chapter 3] [4890] unchangeable: this is the greatest torment which the created soul is
[Chapter 3] [4893] The second pain which will afflict the souls of the damned in hell is
[Chapter 3] [4915] this is the second sting of the worm of conscience, a late and
[Chapter 3] [4923] occasions which they neglected. This is the last and deepest and most
[Chapter 3] [4940] vain. That time is gone: gone for ever.
[Chapter 3] [4942] --Such is the threefold sting of conscience, the viper which gnaws the
[Chapter 3] [4950] --The next spiritual pain to which the damned are subjected is the
[Chapter 3] [4952] many evils, is not capable of them all at once, inasmuch as one evil
[Chapter 3] [4957] are they more capable of suffering. Just as every sense is afflicted
[Chapter 3] [4958] with a fitting torment, so is every spiritual faculty; the fancy with
[Chapter 3] [4962] malice, impotent though it be, which possesses these demon souls is an
[Chapter 3] [4968] the pain of intensity. Hell is the centre of evils and, as you know,
[Chapter 3] [4984] and various tortures by succumbing to them for the soul is sustained
[Chapter 3] [4987] unceasing variety of torture--this is what the divine majesty, so
[Chapter 3] [4988] outraged by sinners, demands; this is what the holiness of heaven,
[Chapter 3] [4990] flesh, requires; this is what the blood of the innocent Lamb of God,
[Chapter 3] [4994] --Last and crowning torture of all the tortures of that awful place is
[Chapter 3] [4996] mind of man can understand it? And remember, it is an eternity of pain.
[Chapter 3] [5054] eternity, every instant of which is itself an eternity of woe. Such is
[Chapter 3] [5064] even venial sin is of such a foul and hideous nature that even if the
[Chapter 3] [5070] or deed, is a transgression of His law and God would not be God if He
[Chapter 3] [5086] the awful wine-press of sorrow? Every word of sin is a wound in His
[Chapter 3] [5087] tender side. Every sinful act is a thorn piercing His head. Every
[Chapter 3] [5088] impure thought, deliberately yielded to, is a keen lance transfixing that
[Chapter 3] [5089] sacred and loving heart. No, no. It is impossible for any human being to
[Chapter 3] [5090] do that which offends so deeply the divine majesty, that which is punished
[Chapter 3] [5100] chapel in the presence of God. He is there in the tabernacle burning
[Chapter 3] [5103] will be forgiven you. Let no worldly shame hold you back. God is still
[Chapter 3] [5110] and erring sinner. Now is the acceptable time. Now is the hour.
[Chapter 3] [5262] DANGEROUS TO LOOK UPON, BUT LIKE THE MORNING STAR WHICH IS THY EMBLEM,
[Chapter 3] [5439] --How long is it since your last confession, my child?
[Chapter 3] [5499] give up that sin. It is a terrible sin. It kills the body and it kills
[Chapter 3] [5500] the soul. It is the cause of many crimes and misfortunes. Give it up,
[Chapter 3] [5501] my child, for God's sake. It is dishonourable and unmanly. You cannot
[Chapter 4] [5845] --I believe, continued the director, that there is some talk now among
[Chapter 4] [5851] --O certainly, said the director. For the cloister it is all right but
[Chapter 4] [5857] --Of course it is, of course. Just imagine when I was in Belgium I
[Chapter 4] [5919] a mortal sin in his life, that is to say, a deliberate mortal sin.
[Chapter 4] [5963] --In a college like this, he said at length, there is one boy or perhaps
[Chapter 4] [5964] two or three boys whom God calls to the religious life. Such a boy is
[Chapter 4] [5966] shows to others. He is looked up to by them; he is chosen perhaps as
[Chapter 4] [5974] To receive that call, Stephen, said the priest, is the greatest honour
[Chapter 4] [6039] make a novena to your holy patron saint, the first martyr, who is very
[Chapter 4] [6044] of Holy Orders is one of those which can be received only once because
[Chapter 4] [6046] effaced. It is before you must weigh well, not after. It is a solemn
[Chapter 5] [6562] --How much is the clock fast now?
[Chapter 5] [6568] --An hour and twenty-five minutes, she said. The right time now is
[Chapter 5] [6585] --Well, it's a poor case, she said, when a university student is so
[Chapter 5] [6600] --Is your lazy bitch of a brother gone out yet?
[Chapter 5] [6613] --He has a curious idea of genders if he thinks a bitch is masculine.
[Chapter 5] [6846] --I don't know if you know where that is--at a hurling match between
[Chapter 5] [6961] --One moment now, Mr Dedalus, and you will see. There is an art in
[Chapter 5] [6963] This is one of the useful arts.
[Chapter 5] [6968] is one of the secrets.
[Chapter 5] [6994] up and blinking his pale eyes. The object of the artist is the creation
[Chapter 5] [6995] of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.
[Chapter 5] [7006] --In so far as it is apprehended by the sight, which I suppose means
[Chapter 5] [7009] animal craving for warmth fire is a good. In hell, however, it is an
[Chapter 5] [7016] --A draught is said to be a help in these matters.
[Chapter 5] [7042] --These questions are very profound, Mr Dedalus, said the dean. It is
[Chapter 5] [7048] there is no such thing as free thinking inasmuch as all thinking must
[Chapter 5] [7067] --An old gentleman, said Stephen coarsely, who said that the soul is
[Chapter 5] [7090] --One difficulty, said Stephen, in esthetic discussion is to know
[Chapter 5] [7095] marketplace is quite different. I HOPE I AM NOT DETAINING YOU.
[Chapter 5] [7106] --To return to the lamp, he said, the feeding of it is also a nice
[Chapter 5] [7115] --That? said Stephen. Is that called a funnel? Is it not a tundish?
[Chapter 5] [7117] --What is a tundish?
[Chapter 5] [7121] --Is that called a tundish in Ireland? asked the dean. I never heard
[Chapter 5] [7124] --It is called a tundish in Lower Drumcondra, said Stephen, laughing,
[Chapter 5] [7127] --A tundish, said the dean reflectively. That is a most interesting
[Chapter 5] [7151] --Tundish! Well now, that is interesting!
[Chapter 5] [7154] What is that beauty which the artist struggles to express from lumps of
[Chapter 5] [7162] --The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine. How
[Chapter 5] [7171] inquire what kind of beauty is proper to each of the various arts.
[Chapter 5] [7179] is, however, the danger of perishing of inanition. First you must take
[Chapter 5] [7187] --You never know, said the dean brightly. We never can say what is in
[Chapter 5] [7253] one of his songs he speaks of the billiard sharp who is condemned to
[Chapter 5] [7305] --Please teacher! This boy is after saying a bad word, teacher.
[Chapter 5] [7307] --Platinoid, the professor said solemnly, is preferred to German
[Chapter 5] [7309] temperature. The platinoid wire is insulated and the covering of silk
[Chapter 5] [7310] that insulates it is wound on the ebonite bobbins just where my finger
[Chapter 5] [7311] is. If it were wound single an extra current would be induced in the
[Chapter 5] [7336] --That thought is not mine, he said to himself quickly. It came from
[Chapter 5] [7340] Epictetus. It is probably in his character to ask such a question at
[Chapter 5] [7371] --What is it for?
[Chapter 5] [7375] --What is it for?
[Chapter 5] [7401] --MacCann is in tiptop form. Ready to shed the last drop. Brand new
[Chapter 5] [7421] --A flaming bloody sugar, that's what he is!
[Chapter 5] [7443] --That question is out of order, said Stephen. Next business.
[Chapter 5] [7458] --The next business is to sign the testimonial.
[Chapter 5] [7489] him out of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod.
[Chapter 5] [7566] independent of all religions. Is that your opinion about the mind of
[Chapter 5] [7570] wont, to his first idea, that pint is waiting for you.
[Chapter 5] [7582] --My signature is of no account, he said politely. You are right to go
[Chapter 5] [7591] --Intellectual crankery is better out of this movement than in it.
[Chapter 5] [7600] --Did you hear MacAlister what he said? That youth is jealous of you.
[Chapter 5] [7623] --Do you know that he is a married man? he was a married man before
[Chapter 5] [7690] --Lynch is awake, said Cranly.
[Chapter 5] [7705] --And how is my little tame goose? he asked. Did he sign, too?
[Chapter 5] [7747] --Oh, come now, he said. Is it on account of that certain young lady
[Chapter 5] [7757] I ask myself about you: IS HE AS INNOCENT AS HIS SPEECH?
[Chapter 5] [7776] but your pride is too powerful.
[Chapter 5] [7795] --The soul is born, he said vaguely, first in those moments I told you
[Chapter 5] [7797] body. When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets
[Chapter 5] [7806] --Do you know what Ireland is? asked Stephen with cold violence.
[Chapter 5] [7807] Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.
[Chapter 5] [7852] --Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of
[Chapter 5] [7853] whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with
[Chapter 5] [7854] the human sufferer. Terror is the feeling which arrests the mind in the
[Chapter 5] [7855] presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and
[Chapter 5] [7867] it a tragic death. It is not. It is remote from terror and pity
[Chapter 5] [7870] --The tragic emotion, in fact, is a face looking two ways, towards
[Chapter 5] [7872] the word ARREST. I mean that the tragic emotion is static. Or rather
[Chapter 5] [7873] the dramatic emotion is. The feelings excited by improper art are
[Chapter 5] [7877] arts. The esthetic emotion (I used the general term) is therefore
[Chapter 5] [7878] static. The mind is arrested and raised above desire and loathing.
[Chapter 5] [7913] aware that the fly is about to enter our eye.
[Chapter 5] [7920] which is kinetic or a sensation which is purely physical. It awakens,
[Chapter 5] [7925] --What is that exactly? asked Lynch.
[Chapter 5] [7927] --Rhythm, said Stephen, is the first formal esthetic relation of part
[Chapter 5] [7929] parts or of any part to the esthetic whole of which it is a part.
[Chapter 5] [7931] --If that is rhythm, said Lynch, let me hear what you call beauty;
[Chapter 5] [7943] we have come to understand--that is art.
[Chapter 5] [7950] --But you have not answered my question, said Lynch. What is art? What
[Chapter 5] [7951] is the beauty it expresses?
[Chapter 5] [7961] --Art, said Stephen, is the human disposition of sensible or
[Chapter 5] [7977] --Aquinas, said Stephen, says that is beautiful the apprehension of
[Chapter 5] [7986] apprehension. This word, though it is vague, is clear enough to keep
[Chapter 5] [7995] is the splendour of truth. I don't think that it has a meaning, but the
[Chapter 5] [7996] true and the beautiful are akin. Truth is beheld by the intellect which
[Chapter 5] [7997] is appeased by the most satisfying relations of the intelligible;
[Chapter 5] [7998] beauty is beheld by the imagination which is appeased by the most
[Chapter 5] [8000] of truth is to understand the frame and scope of the intellect itself,
[Chapter 5] [8005] The first step in the direction of beauty is to understand the frame
[Chapter 5] [8007] apprehension. Is that clear?
[Chapter 5] [8009] --But what is beauty? asked Lynch impatiently. Out with another
[Chapter 5] [8010] definition. Something we see and like! Is that the best you and Aquinas
[Chapter 5] [8020] two ways out. One is this hypothesis: that every physical quality
[Chapter 5] [8021] admired by men in women is in direct connexion with the manifold
[Chapter 5] [8023] The world, it seems, is drearier than even you, Lynch, imagined. For my
[Chapter 5] [8032] --Then MacCann is a sulphur-yellow liar, said Lynch energetically.
[Chapter 5] [8047] --This hypothesis, Stephen repeated, is the other way out: that,
[Chapter 5] [8075] is the highest glory of the hymnal. It is an intricate and soothing
[Chapter 5] [8076] hymn. I like it; but there is no hymn that can be put beside that
[Chapter 5] [8124] --Our end is the acquisition of knowledge. Then he said quickly:
[Chapter 5] [8132] Laocoon interested me very much when I read it. Of course it is
[Chapter 5] [8172] separates the basket from the rest of the visible universe which is not
[Chapter 5] [8173] the basket. The first phase of apprehension is a bounding line drawn
[Chapter 5] [8174] about the object to be apprehended. An esthetic image is presented to
[Chapter 5] [8177] What is audible is presented in time, what is visible is presented in
[Chapter 5] [8178] space. But, temporal or spatial, the esthetic image is first luminously
[Chapter 5] [8180] background of space or time which is not it. You apprehended it as ONE
[Chapter 5] [8181] thing. You see it as one whole. You apprehend its wholeness. That is
[Chapter 5] [8189] synthesis of immediate perception is followed by the analysis of
[Chapter 5] [8190] apprehension. Having first felt that it is ONE thing you feel now that
[Chapter 5] [8191] it is a THING. You apprehend it as complex, multiple, divisible,
[Chapter 5] [8193] harmonious. That is CONSONANTIA.
[Chapter 5] [8195] --Bull's eye again! said Lynch wittily. Tell me now what is CLARITAS
[Chapter 5] [8198] --The connotation of the word, Stephen said, is rather vague. Aquinas
[Chapter 5] [8202] idea of which the matter is but the shadow, the reality of which it is
[Chapter 5] [8203] but the symbol. I thought he might mean that CLARITAS is the artistic
[Chapter 5] [8206] universal one, make it outshine its proper conditions. But that is
[Chapter 5] [8209] apprehended it as a thing you make the only synthesis which is
[Chapter 5] [8210] logically and esthetically permissible. You see that it is that thing
[Chapter 5] [8211] which it is and no other thing. The radiance of which he speaks in the
[Chapter 5] [8212] scholastic QUIDDITAS, the WHATNESS of a thing. This supreme quality is
[Chapter 5] [8213] felt by the artist when the esthetic image is first conceived in his
[Chapter 5] [8216] of beauty, the clear radiance of the esthetic image, is apprehended
[Chapter 5] [8218] fascinated by its harmony is the luminous silent stasis of esthetic
[Chapter 5] [8229] beauty in the second sense of the term our judgement is influenced in
[Chapter 5] [8231] image, it is clear, must be set between the mind or senses of the
[Chapter 5] [8246] explain. Here are some questions I set myself: IS A CHAIR FINELY MADE
[Chapter 5] [8247] TRAGIC OR COMIC? IS THE PORTRAIT OF MONA LISA GOOD IF I DESIRE TO SEE
[Chapter 5] [8253] THERE AN IMAGE OF A COW, IS THAT IMAGE A WORK OF ART? IF NOT, WHY NOT?
[Chapter 5] [8262] lyrical form is in fact the simplest verbal vesture of an instant of
[Chapter 5] [8264] at the oar or dragged stones up a slope. He who utters it is more
[Chapter 5] [8266] The simplest epical form is seen emerging out of lyrical literature
[Chapter 5] [8269] gravity is equidistant from the artist himself and from others. The
[Chapter 5] [8270] narrative is no longer purely personal. The personality of the artist
[Chapter 5] [8274] and ends in the third person. The dramatic form is reached when the
[Chapter 5] [8280] The esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and
[Chapter 5] [8282] that of material creation, is accomplished. The artist, like the God of
[Chapter 5] [8303] --Your beloved is here.
[Chapter 5] [8316] --That's all a bubble. An Irish country practice is better.
[Chapter 5] [8321] --Do you mean to say it is better to have a job here in the country
[Chapter 5] [8478] --The church too. Coming round too. The work is going ahead there too.
[Chapter 5] [8791] lovely. There is no writer can touch sir Walter Scott.
[Chapter 5] [8825] --Dixon, come over till you hear. Temple is in grand form.
[Chapter 5] [8829] --You're a hypocrite, O'Keeffe, he said. And Dixon is a smiler. By
[Chapter 5] [8848] --All your intellectual soul is in that phrase, O'Keeffe, said Temple
[Chapter 5] [8864] --The Forster family, Temple said, is descended from Baldwin the
[Chapter 5] [8879] --Is he descended from Baldwin too? asked a tall consumptive student
[Chapter 5] [8921] enthusiasm, is the sentence at the end of the zoology. Reproduction is
[Chapter 5] [8926] --Do you feel how profound that is because you are a poet?
[Chapter 5] [8957] --But he, Temple said, pointing to Cranly, he is a ballocks, too, like
[Chapter 5] [8963] --That word is a most interesting word. That's the only English dual
[Chapter 5] [8966] --Is it? Stephen said vaguely.
[Chapter 5] [9079] --Good? Yes. It is a good evening.
[Chapter 5] [9129] --That phrase you said now, he said, is from the new testament about
[Chapter 5] [9136] to hell if they die unbaptized? Why is that?
[Chapter 5] [9146] --And, as you remark, if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes
[Chapter 5] [9149] --Because the church is cruel like all old sinners, Temple said.
[Chapter 5] [9171] --You are, Glynn said in a firm tone. On that point Ireland is united.
[Chapter 5] [9177] of Satan. Hell is Roman, like the walls of the Romans, strong and ugly.
[Chapter 5] [9178] But what is limbo?
[Chapter 5] [9189] --Do you know what limbo is? he cried. Do you know what we call a
[Chapter 5] [9272] --What age is your mother?
[Chapter 5] [9286] --It is made behind now, said Stephen hotly.
[Chapter 5] [9335] --What is offered me on the other hand? Stephen asked. An eternity of
[Chapter 5] [9343] --It is a curious thing, do you know, Cranly said dispassionately, how
[Chapter 5] [9344] your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you say you
[Chapter 5] [9377] --I tried to love God, he said at length. It seems now I failed. It is
[Chapter 5] [9394] what is called well-to-do? I mean, when you were growing up?
[Chapter 5] [9410] --The distillery is damn good.
[Chapter 5] [9412] --Is there anything else you want to know? Stephen asked.
[Chapter 5] [9430] --Then do so, Cranly said. Do as she wishes you to do. What is it for
[Chapter 5] [9431] you? You disbelieve in it. It is a form: nothing else. And you will set
[Chapter 5] [9437] --Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a
[Chapter 5] [9438] mother's love is not. Your mother brings you into the world, carries
[Chapter 5] [9493] feel sure that our religion is false and that Jesus was not the son of
[Chapter 5] [9496] --I am not at all sure of it, Stephen said. He is more like a son of
[Chapter 5] [9499] --And is that why you will not communicate, Cranly asked, because you
[Chapter 5] [9516] --I imagine, Stephen said, that there is a malevolent reality behind
[Chapter 5] [9537] an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is
[Chapter 5] [9601] Away then: it is time to go. A voice spoke softly to Stephen's lonely
[Chapter 5] [9613] But is it that makes you go?
[Chapter 5] [9620] church is not the stone building nor even the clergy and their dogmas.
[Chapter 5] [9621] It is the whole mass of those born into it. I don't know what you wish
[Chapter 5] [9622] to do in life. Is it what you told me the night we were standing
[Chapter 5] [9638] --What you said, is it? Cranly asked. Yes, I remember it. To discover the
[Chapter 5] [9652] are provisional, and that in certain circumstances it is not unlawful
[Chapter 5] [9659] what I believe is called the chastisement of the secular arm?
[Chapter 5] [9673] --Excuse me, Stephen said politely, is that not the ambition of most
[Chapter 5] [9676] --What then is your point of view? Cranly asked.
[Chapter 5] [9694] --Cunning indeed! he said. Is it you? You poor poet, you!
[Chapter 5] [9746] Elizabeth and Zacchary. Then he is the precursor. Item: he eats chiefly
[Chapter 5] [9783] Crossing Stephen's, that is, my green, remembered that his countrymen
[Chapter 5] [9789] Went to library. Tried to read three reviews. Useless. She is not out
[Chapter 5] [9795] For assuredly he is very ill.
[Chapter 5] [9809] It is peopled by the images of fabulous kings, set in stone. Their
[Chapter 5] [9825] This mentality, Lepidus would say, is indeed bred out of your mud by
[Chapter 5] [9828] And mine? Is it not too? Then into Nile mud with it!
[Chapter 5] [9834] me Cranly was invited there by brother. Did he bring his crocodile? Is
[Chapter 5] [9856] a child. The past is consumed in the present and the present is living
[Chapter 5] [9870] darkened windows, the silence is cloven by alarm as by an arrow. They
[Chapter 5] [9894] I fear him. I fear his red-rimmed horny eyes. It is with him I must
[Chapter 5] [9925] the air is thick with their company as they call to me, their kinsman,
[Chapter 5] [9929] APRIL 26. Mother is putting my new secondhand clothes in order. She
[Chapter 5] [9931] and friends what the heart is and what it feels. Amen. So be it.