ery tea to t to cs of fried bread t tered near aring into t like a bo urf-coloured er of tickets at    been rifled and ook up idly oer anote dockets, scrahe pledger as Daly or MacEvoy.

        1 Pair Buskins.

        1 D. Coat.

        3 Articles and e.

        1 Mans Pants.

        t tfully at th louse marks, and asked vaguely:

        --    now?

        raigtered alarm clock t s side in telpietil its dial ser to t once more on its side.

        -- An y-five minutes, s time noy past ten. t try to be in time for your lectures.

        -- Fill out to hen.

        -- Katey, fill out tepo wash.

        -- Boody, fill out tepo wash.

        -- I t, Im going for blue. Fill it out, you, Maggy.

        ted into t o scrub    into to terstices at the wings of his nose.

        -- ell, its a poor case, sy student is so dirty t o wash him.

        -- But it gives you pleasure, said Stephen calmly.

        An ear-splitting o his hands, saying:

        -- Dry yourself and    for the love of goodness.

        A sed sle, prolonged angrily, brougo t of taircase.

        -- Yes, father?

        -- Is your lazy bitc yet?

        -- Yes, father.

        -- Sure?

        -- Yes, father.

        -- hm!

        to o be quid go out quietly by tephen laughed and said:

        -- ch is mase.

        -- As a sdalous sepo rue t your foot in t place. I know    has ged you.

        -- Good m, everybody, said Stepips of his fingers in adieu.

        terrace erlogged and as    do slowly, ceps amid    rubbishe nuns

        madhe wall.

        -- Jesus! O Jesus! Jesus!

        of oss of umbling t already bitten by an aess. le, terings, to ening to    of    ion; but, as    t falling about rees and smelt trange    leaves and bark, his soul was loosed of her miseries.

        trees of t mann; and t branc joy. y    as ral silver-veined prose of Ne as rand Road, glang idly at ti and smile; t as    by Bairds stoing albot Place t of Ibsen    of    passing a grimy marine dealers s the song by Ben Jonson which begins:

        I    wearier where I lay.

        s searcy amid tral otle or Aquinas turned often for its pleasure to ty songs of ture of a doubting monk, stood often in s age, to enists or ter of -coateers until a laugoo loarnisime, of g his monkish pride and drove him on from his lurking-place.

        to pass    it    ences from Aristotles poetid psycicae ad mentem divi t and self-mistrust, lit up at moments by tnings of intuition, but lig in ts t    as if it er ongue gre t t of beauty le and t in revery at least ed y. But    of on lives, passing on y fearlessly and    .

        tive man    ing tole steps, tigtoned into e overcoat, and    be eleven, , and peered into a dairy to see time. told    it es to five but, as urned aing eleven strokes in s precision.    for it made    figure in a sing jacket and breecee, standing in t hopkins er, and heard him say:

        -- Dedalus, youre an antisocial being, . Im a democrat and I `Il    for social liberty and equality among all classes and sexes iates of ture.

        Eleven! te for t lecture too.    day of t? opped at a o read ten to eleven, Engliso to one, po ure a, even at t distance, restless and es meekly bent as te in tebooks ts to note, nominal definitions, essential definitions and examples or dates of birticism side by side.    for s le class of students or out of te gardens of t before    bencs bending fello appealing    y to tabernacle for t    t    tain of t before om of a dream, ts stiff black uprig -like face, priest-like in its palor, in t-like in t ly smiling; and Steply old ly of all tumults and u and longings in er day and nig, only to be ans y priest o absolve but t    again in memory ts dark womanish eyes.

        trange dark cavern of speculation but at ourned a, feeling t it    yet to e. But tslessness seemed to be diffusing in tenuous and deadly exion and be found o anot or left in stolid    tly emptied of instantaneous seil every mean srig into t to band and disband thms:

        the wall,

        And he wall,

        the wall,

        Ivy, ivy up the wall.

        Did anyone ever y!     ivory ivy?

        ter ttled tusks of eleps. Ivory, ivoire, avorio, ebur. One of t examples t    in Latin tit ebur; and or rue tamorply Englision of porkers and pots tle in verse from a ragged book ten by a Puese priest.

        tra orator, variant in carmies.

        tories and secessions in Roman ory e anto discrimine and ried to peer into ty of cities tor    ime-o toucy years before turned by ty and by y. Yes, tinist as    as tle and lavender and vervain; but yet it     a s at t of ture and t terms of e out aic ple and curious jargons of heraldry and falry.

        trinity on , set ys ignorance like a dull sto in a cumbr, pulled riving t to free    from tters of tatue of tional poet of Ireland.

        it    anger; for, t over it like unseen vermin, over t and up t seemed s indignity. It    of    student. It ing    t bore    lightly:

        -- Go on, Stevie, I ell me. Call me w you will.

        tian name on touceply reet,    s t flaing for ion, tener o and flung it back again, dra by a quiet inbred courtesy of attention or by a quaint turn of old Engliss delig at t of Micly and suddenly by a grossness of intelligence or by a bluntness of feeling or by a dull stare of terror in terror of soul of a starving Irisill a nightly fear.

        Side by side    Davi s o re life of t at any cost loved to taugion by ts of Irisood to a line of beauty and to its u divided against ttitude as totitude of a dull-ted loyal serf. soever of t or of feeling came to ure ood armed against in obedieo a pass lay beyond England he fn legion of Fran which he spoke of serving.

        Coupling tion epen called ame geese and t of irritation in ted against t very reluce of spee to staepion, and the hidden ways of Irish life.

        One nig,    stung by t or luxurious language in ual revolt, eprange vision. toreets of the poorer jews.

        -- A to myself, Stevie, last autumn, ing on er, and I old it to a living soul and you are t person noold it to. I disremember if it ober or November. It ober because it riculation class.

        Stepurned oered by o sympat.

        -- I    day from my otevant.

        -- I dont kno a cevie, t . My first cousin, Fonsy Davin, ripped to    day minding cool for t ime and sing like mad. I    day. One of t ime o God ting it at temple. O to God, if t caug time he was done for.

        -- I am glad ep surely ts ne t    doesnt i you, but leaster tc I missed trai any kind of a yoke to give me a lift for, as lug t same day over in Castleto only to stay t or to foot it out. ell, I started to    and it o ts better ten miles from Kilmallod ter t. You    see tian    ce or topped by to redden my pipe and only for tretc t. At last, after a bend of ttle cottage    in t up and k t tctevant and    Id be ter. After a    a big mug of milk. So bed alk a long    it strange because    and ired and o stop t t    m to Queeo see ime salking, Stevie, sood so close to me I could    last sook my o draay t o be frig but ourselves. I didnt go in, Stevie. I t on my    t bend of tanding at the door.

        t ory sang in ory stood forted in ot    e as type of -like soul o tself in darkness and secred loneliness and, ture of a    guile, calling trao her bed.

        A hand was laid on his arm and a young voice cried:

        -- Aleman, your o oday, gentleman. Buy t lovely buncleman?

        ted to instant images of guilelessness, aill the image had vanished and he saw only her ragged dress and damp coarse hair and hoydenish face.

        -- Do, gentleman! Dont fet your own girl, sir!

        -- I ephen.

        -- Buy them lovely ones, will you, sir? Only a penny.

        -- Did you    I said? asked Stepowards her.

        I told you I ell you again now.

        -- ell, sure, you er an instant.

        -- Possibly, said Step I dont t likely.

        --     imacy migurn to jibing and    of to anotourist from England or a student of trinity. Grafton Street, along    of disced poverty. In t treet a slab    to tone and     its laying. ter se of taribute. tes in a brake and one, a plump smiling young man, ick, a card on he words: Vive lIrlande!

        But trees in Step of rain and ts mortal odour, a faint inse rising ups. t venal city o a faint mortal odour rising from t in a moment ion ot of Buck Egan and Burnchapel haley.

        It oo late to go upstairs to took to t re. t but not unc it    unc because    in Buck ime t staircase t ra-territorial and o have receded in space.

        re and ed in t t struggled ty s leanness and greyness    it udies ligeply and approache fireplace.

        -- Good m, sir!    I help you?

        t looked up quickly and said:

        -- One moment no in ligs and s.

        -- I ry to learn it, said Stephen.

        -- Not too muc ask, t is one of ts.

        ts from ts of ane and placed tly among ted papers. Stepe to kiion of ts y temple, a levite of tes robe of plain liane draped trouble. ending tar, in bearing tidings secretly, in ing upon riking sly ly or of prelatic beauty. Nay,    service    groo odour of ity - a mortified o ts obedieo t ed down.

        ted ba cicks catcepo fill the silence, said:

        -- I am sure I could not light a fire.

        -- You are an artist, are you not, Mr Dedalus? said t of tist is tion of tiful.    tiful is is anotion.

        y.

        --    you solve t question now? he asked.

        -- Aquinas, ansep quae visa plat.

        -- to t tiful?

        -- In so far as it is appre, elle, it iful. But Aquinas also says Bo in quod tendit appetitus. In so far as it satisfies t is an evil.

        -- Quite so, said tainly    the head.

        to it ajar and said:

        -- A draugo be a ters.

        As o tly but ep, Step soul of a jesuit look out at ius    in iuss ent of t subtler and more secret ts fabled books of secret subtle o do, for ter glory of God,    joy in tred of t in t turning ture of obedience back upon t service it seemed as if    at all ter and little, if at all, ter atque senis baculus, aff in an old mans o be leaned on in t nigress of o lie , to be raised in menace.

        turo to stroke his .

        --    to ic question? he asked.

        -- From me! said Steponis. I stumble on an idea once a fht if I am lucky.

        -- tions are very profound, Mr Dedalus, said t is like looking doo to trained diver    go doo to the surface again.

        -- If you mean speculation, sir, said Step t be bound by its own laws.

        -- ha!

        -- For my purpose I     present by t of one or totle and Aquinas.

        -- I see. I quite see your point.

        -- I il I . If try to trim it. If it does not give lig and buy another.

        -- Epictetus also er    e ations by. You kus?

        -- An old gentleman, said Step tful of er.

        -- ells us in    on, t    an iron lamp before a statue of one of t a tole t did ted t it er of a to steal aermio buy a day instead of the iron lamp.

        A smell of molten tallots and fused itself in Step and lamp and lamp and bucket. ts voice, too, oeped by instinct, ge tone and ts face or    lay be or ? A dull torpor of telle and capable of the gloom of God?

        -- I meant a different kind of lamp, sir, said Stephen.

        -- Undoubtedly, said the dean.

        -- One difficulty, said Stepic discussion is to knoerary tradition or acc to tradition of tplace. I remember a sentence of place is quite different. I    detaining you.

        -- Not in t, said tely.

        -- No, no, said Stephen, smiling, I mean --

        -- Yes, yes; I see, said te catc: detain.

        forered a dry s cough.

        -- to return to t is also a nice problem. You must c be careful    to overflo, not to pour in more the funnel    hold.

        --    funnel? asked Stephen.

        -- to your lamp.

        -- t? said Step called a funnel? Is it not a tundish?

        --    is a tundish?

        -- t. thefunnel.

        -- Is t called a tundishe word in my life.

        -- It is called a tundisep English.

        -- A tundisively. t is a most iing    look t .

        esy of manner rang a little false and Step t urned on to ered on tage of jesuit e play of intrigue and suffering and envy and struggle and indignity    given te-er, a tardy spirit. From ? Perers, seeing salvation in Jesus only and abablis.    t faiter of sectarianism and ts turbulent scists, supralapsarian dogmatists? rue co tton some fine-spun line of reasoning upon insufflation on tion of ? Or    touc disciple    t of , as    by telling over his church pence?

        ted t again.

        -- tundis is iing!

        -- tion you asked me a moment ago seems to me more iing.    is t beauty    struggles to express from lumps of eartephen coldly.

        -- ttle o urned a rapier point of iveness against teous and vigilant foe.     of deje t to wryman of Ben Jonson. :

        -- t is mine.    are t, ale, master, on    speak or e t u of spirit.    made or accepted its s in the shadow of his language.

        -- And to distinguisiful and to distinguisy and material beauty. And to inquire y is proper to eacs. teresting points we migake up.

        Stepened suddenly by tone, ; and tant noise of many boots and fused voices came up taircase.

        -- In pursuing tions, said tion. First you must take yree. Set t before you as your first aim. ttle by little, you    may be up first. take Mr Moonan. ime before    to top. But    there.

        -- I may not alent, said Steply.

        -- You never knoly. e never    say    certainly s be despo. Per aspera ad astra.

        t too oversee t arts class.

        Leaning against tep briskly and impartially every Student of t see tudents. A desolating pity began to fall like deered    for tly Loyola, for teadfast of soul tly fat    t of t of tory, at tice for t.

        try of tiss of tudents    tier of tre uo t in all tones until ter Byrne was reached.

        -- here!

        A deep bass note in response came from tier, follo along ther benches.

        t name:

        -- ly!

        No answer.

        -- Mr ly!

        A smile fleep of udies.

        -- try Leopardstoep Moyniish

        face, outlined on t, . Amid tling of tebooks Stepurned back again and said:

        -- Give me some paper fods sake.

        Are you as bad as t? asked Moynih a broad grin.

        ore a s from    down, whispering:

        -- In case of y any layman or .

        te obediently on t of paper, tions of tre-like symbols of ford velocity fasated and jaded Step t freemason. O t seemed a limbo of painless patient sciousis miging long slender fabrics from plao plane of ever rarer and paler t eddies to t verges of a universe ever vaster, farther and more impalpable.

        -- So    distinguisical and ellipsoidal. Perlemen may be familiar . In one of o play:

        On a clotrue

        ited cue

        And elliptical billiard balls.

        --    ago.

        Moynioephens ear and murmured:

        --    price ellipsoidal balls! che cavalry!

        udents rude    ter of Stepo gay life limp priestly vestments t ting to sy emerged from t-bloments, tudies, tly florid bursar , ttle priest e devout verses, t peasant form of tall form of tal sce discussing on telopes, troubled prefect of ty, talian umbling, tumbling and capering, kilting ter, smag one anot to one aing y at swo beheir hands.

        to took do of coils, ble from many points and, bearing it carefully to table,    inoid lately discovered by F. . Martino.

        ials and surname of the discoverer. Moynihan whispered from behind:

        -- Good old Freser Martin!

        -- Ask eps a subject for electrocution. he    have me.

        Moyni o call he voice of a sl ur.

        -- Please teacer saying a bad eacher.

        -- Platinoid, to German silver because it    of resistance by cemperature. tinoid ed and t insulates it is e bobbins just ra current urated in    paraffin wax

        A ser voice said from tephen:

        -- Are o be asked questions on applied sce?

        to juggle gravely erms pure sd applied sce. A    student, acles, stared    tioner. Moyniural voice:

        -- Isnt MacAlister a devil for his pound of flesh?

        Stepaioner offended o carry oudents fatter    o Belfast to study and rain fare by so doing.

        t turn to meet t of t a came back to its b; for    tudents whey-pale face.

        -- t t is not mine, o    came from tience.    you Say itude by s elect betrayed - by tioner or by tience. Remember Epictetus. It is probably io ask su at su sue and to pronouhe word sce as a monosyllable.

        tio self slo spoke of, doubling, trebling, quadrupling its som energy as tiplied its oance.

        Moynio a distant bell:

        -- Closing time, gents!

        trance alk. On a table ail of signatures. Ma    briskly to and fro among tudents, talking rapidly, anser anoto table. In tudies stood talking to a young professor, stroking his    gravely and nodding his head.

        Step ted irresolutely. From u    lys dark eyes g him.

        -- ephen asked.

        ly closed ant and answered:

        -- Ego habeo.

        --    is it for?

        -- Quod?

        --    is it for?

        ly turned o Stepterly:

        -- Per pax universalis.

        -- Steped to tsars pograph and said:

        -- ted C.

        t lys eyes back from a calm survey of the hall.

        -- Are you annoyed? he asked.

        -- No, ansephen.

        -- Are you in bad humour?

        -- No.

        -- Credo ut vos sanguinarius mendax estis, said ly, quia facies vostra monstrat ut vos in damno malo is.

        Moynio table, said in Stephens ear:

        -- Ma is in tiptop form. Ready to s drop. Brand neimulants and votes for tches.

        Step turned again to meet lys eyes.

        -- Perell me, o my ear.    you?

        A dull sco table o e ly:

        -- A sugar!

        -- Quis est in malo ep vos?

        ly did not take up taunt.    aed    force:

        -- A flaming bloody sugar, ts w he is!

        It one over    of oep sink as s . lys speec of Davin, ly turned versions of Iriss dras energy an ecly by a icklo.

        tohe hall.

        -- here you are! said Ma cheerily.

        -- ephen.

        -- Late as usual.    you not biendency    for punctuality?

        -- t question is out of order, said Step business. ablet

        of milk ce s breast-pocket. A little ring of listeners closed round to s. A lean student    o t eaco try to catc moutook a small grey    and began to exami closely, turning it over and over.

        --    business? said Ma. hom!

        er, smiled broadly and tugged t traee w .

        -- t business is to sigimonial.

        -- ill you pay me anytephen.

        -- I t you , said Ma.

        tudent looked about inct bleating voice.

        -- By s a queer notion. I sider t notion to be a merary notion.

        o sileno o urned oeping o speak again.

        Ma began to speak    energy of tsars rescript, of Stead, of general disarmament arbitration in cases of iional disputes, of times, of ty and t ty to secure as cest possible est possible number.

        tudent respoo the period by g:

        -- therhood!

        -- Go on, temple, said a stout ruddy student near and you a pint after.

        -- Im a believer in universal brotemple, glang about    of his dark oval eyes. Marx is only a bloody cod.

        ly gripped igo gue, smiling uneasily, aed:

        -- Easy, easy, easy!

        temple struggled to free    tinued, hin foam:

        -- Socialism , thony Collins!

        A the ring replied:

        -- Pip! pip!

        Moyniephens ear:

        -- And    Jotle sister:

        Lottie Collins lost her drawers;

        ont you kindly lend her yours?

        Step, murmured again:

        -- ell hony Collins.

        -- I am ing for your answer, said Ma briefly.

        -- t i me in t, said Step ?

        -- Good! said Ma, smag ionary, then?

        -- Do you tephen asked, when you flourish your wooden sword?

        -- Metaply. e to facts. Stepurned aside. Ma stood ile humour:

        -- Minor poets, I suppose, are above sucrivial questions as tion of universal peace.

        ly raised udents by way of a peace-, saying:

        -- Pax super totum sanguinarium globum.

        Stepanders, jerked ion of tsars image, saying:

        -- Keep your i. If     us imate Jesus.

        -- By s a good one! said tudent to t s a fine expression. I like t expression immensely.

        tle in    as if    turo Stephen, saying:

        -- Excuse me, sir,    expression you uttered just now?

        Feeling led by tudents near o them:

        -- I am curious to kno expression.

        urned again to Stephen and said in a whisper:

        -- Do you believe in Jesus? I believe in man. Of course, I dont kno of all religions. Is t your opinion about the mind of Jesus?

        -- Go on, temple, said tout ruddy student, returning, as o    idea, t pint is ing for you. - emple explaio Stephe power of mind.

        ly linked o tephen and his admirer and said:

        -- Nos ad manum ballum jocabimus.

        Step of being led aured face.

        -- My signature is of no at, ely. You are rigo go yo mine.

        -- Dedalus, said Ma crisply, I believe youre a good fello you    to learn ty of altruism and ty of the human individual.

        A voice said:

        -- Intellectual kery is better out of t t.

        Stepone of MacAlisters voice did not turn in tion of tudents, linking Stepemple like a celebrant attended by ers on o tar.

        temple bent eagerly across lys breast and said:

        -- Did you er ? I bet ly did. By    at once.

        As tudies    of esg from tudent ood at t of taircase, a foot on t step, a    en aing:

        -- Not a doubt of it, Mr t! Very fine! Not a doubt of it!

        I n t of ty ly, in a soft querulous voice, tle , betiny bone pencil.

        -- I ri    arts men are pretty sure. Sed arts, too. e must make sure of the newers.

        temple bent again across ly, as t whisper:

        -- Do you kno ed s t notion I ever heard! Eh?

        railed off into sly cag laug the ned shook him, saying:

        -- You flaming floundering fool! Ill take my dying bible t a bigger bloody ape, do you knohe whole flaming bloody world!

        temple ent, ly at every rude shake:

        -- A flaming flaring bloody idiot!

        toget,    ted before turning and raised udents saluted, temple fumbling as before at tep smacks of t excitedly at eacroke.

        tudents ed round t to folloemple, after a fes, sidled across to Stephen and said:

        -- Excuse me, I ed to ask you, do you believe t Jean-Jacques Rousseau was a sincere man?

        Steprigave of a cask from t , turned sly and said sternly:

        -- temple, I declare to to anybody on any subject, Ill kill you super spottum.

        -- epional man.

        -- Blast    talk to    all. Sure, you migalking, do you knoo a flaming c as talking to temple. Go emple. Fods sake, go home.

        -- I dont care a damn about you, ly, ansemple, moving out of reaced stave and pointing at Stepitution t has an individual mind.

        -- Institution! Individual! cried ly. Go    you, for youre a hopeless bloody man.

        -- Im aional man, said temple. ts quite rig Im aionalist.

        of tch a blank expressionless face.

        -- Look at he-wall?

        ed by a strange laugudent c. tudents body so ease edly over his groins.

        -- Lynch is awake, said ly.

        Lyncraig forward .

        -- Lyncs out , said Stepicism of life.

        Lynce    and said:

        -- o say about my girth?

        ly took    to tussle. ruggle t, panting. Step doo on to talk of thers.

        -- And tle tame goose? oo?

        David nodded and said:

        -- And you, Stevie?

        Stephen shook his head.

        -- Youre a terrible man, Stevie, said Davin, taking t pipe from h, always alone.

        -- No you ition for universal peace, said Step little copybook I saw in your room.

        As Davin did not ansepo quote:

        -- Long pace, fianna! Rige, owo!

        -- ts a different question, said Davin. Im an Irisionalist, first and foremost. But ts you all out. Youre a born sneerer, Stevie.

        --    rebellion icks, said Step tell me. I    find you a fehis college.

        -- I t uand you, said Davin. Oime I alk against Engliserature. Noalk against t    all?

        -- e o tree of my family, said Stephen.

        -- t you learn Iris of ter t lesson?

        -- You know one reason weposs his head and laughed.

        -- O on at of t certain young lady and Fat ts all in your oevie. talking and laughing.

        Stephen paused and laid a friendly hand upon Davins shoulder.

        -- Do you remember, ? t m    you asked me to so triculation class, putting a very strong stress on t syllable. You remember? to address ts as fat you: Is    as his speech?

        -- Im a simple person, said Davin. You kno. old me t nig Street t your private life,    to God, Stevie, I    able to eat my dinner. I e bad. I ime t nigell me things?

        -- teper.

        -- No, said Davin. But I old me.

        A tide began te beephens friendliness.

        -- try and this life produced me, he said I shall express myself as I am.

        -- try to be one of us, repeated Davin. In    you are an Iris your pride is too powerful.

        -- My aors took anotepo subject to pay in my os t for?

        -- For our freedom, said Davin.

        -- No epo you ions from too t you sold o t e me to be one of you. Id see you damned first.

        -- tevie, said Davin. Our day , believe me.

        Step,    for an instant.

        -- t in ts I told you of. It erious try ts flung at it to    back from fligalk to me of nationality, language, religion. I sry to fly by ts.

        Davin khe ashes from his pipe.

        -- too deep for me, Stevie,    a mans try es first. Ireland first, Stevie. You    be a poet or a mystic after.

        -- Do you knoep eats her farrow.

        Davin rose from    to in a moment    ly disputing wo players wch of four was

        arranged, ly insisting,     it rebound to ruck it strongly and sly too its thud:

        -- Your soul!

        Stepood ill to rise. to e away. Lynch obeyed, saying:

        -- Let us eke go, as ly .

        Step t.

        t ter    t of teps ted and Stepook a packet of cigarettes from    and offered it to his panion.

        -- I know you are poor, he said.

        -- Damn your yellow insolence, answered Lynch.

        ture made Stephen smile again.

        -- It    day for European culture, o swear in yellow.

        t ttes and turo t. After a pause Stephen began:

        -- Aristotle    defined pity and terror. I ed and said bluntly:

        -- Stop! I    listen! I am sick. I    last nigh horan and Goggins.

        Step on:

        -- Pity is ts tsoever is grave and stant i error is ts tsoever is grave and stant i    cause.

        -- Repeat, said Lynch.

        Steped tions slowly.

        -- A girl got into a    on, in London. So meet    seen for many years. At treet t of a lorry sar. A long fine needle of t. Sant. ter called it a tragic deat is not. It is remote from terror and pity acc to terms of my definitions.

        -- tragic emotion, in fact, is a face looking toerror and toy, bot. You see I use t. I mean t tragic emotion is static. Or ratic emotion is. ted by improper art are kiic, desire or loato possess, to go to someto abandon, to go from somets ic, are ts. tic emotion (I used term) is tatic. ted and raised above desire and loathing.

        -- You say t art must e desire, said Lyncold you t one day I e my name in pencil on teles in t not desire?

        -- I speak of normal natures, said Stepold me t w ce sce pieces of dried cowdung.

        Lynco a     taking ts.

        -- O, I did! I did! he cried.

        Stepuroer, ansened skull beed cap brougepile. too, ile-like in glint and gaze. Yet at t instant,    in t by oiny , t and self-embittered.

        -- As for t, Stepe parenthesis, we are all animals. I also am an animal.

        -- You are, said Lynch.

        -- But    noal epied by improper estic means are really ic emotions not only because ti cer but also because t more t it dreads and responds to timulus of    desires by a purely reflex a of tem. Our eyelid closes before    t to enter our eye.

        -- Not always, said Lyncically.

        -- Iimulus of a atue, but it ion of ty expressed by tist ot aion ion ic stasis, an ideal pity or aerror, a stasis called fort last dissolved by y.

        --    is t exactly? asked Lynch.

        -- Rep formal estic relation of part to part in aic s part or parts or of any part to tic .

        -- If t is r me    you call beauty; and, please remember, t a cake of co I admire only beauty.

        Steping. tly, weed sleeve.

        --e are rigo speak of to try to uand ture and, ood it, to try sloly to express, to press out again, from t it brings fortes of our soul, an image of ty and - t is art.

        turning from t on by trees. A crude grey liger and a smell of    branco    tep.

        -- But you    ansion, said Lync is art?    is ty it expresses?

        -- t    definition I gave you, you sleepy-cepo try to t tter for myself. Do you remember t? ly lost emper and began to talk about icklow ba.

        -- I remember, said Lyncold us about t devils of pigs.

        -- Art, said Stepion of sensible or intelligible matter for aid. You remember t t. You are a distressing pair, you and ly.

        Lync the raw grey sky and said:

        -- If I am to listen to your estic p least anotte. I dont care about it. I dont even care about    a job of five    get me one.

        Step of cigarettes. Lyncook t o remained, saying simply:

        -- Proceed!

        -- Aquinas, said Step is beautiful the apprehension of which pleases.

        Lynodded.

        -- I remember t,    quae visa plat. - epo cover estic appre or    is vague, is clear enougo keep a meaainly a stasis and not a kinesis.    true? It produces also a stasis of t e your name in pencil across tenuse of a rigriangle.

        -- No, said Lynuse of teles.

        -- Static tepo, I believe, said t beauty is trut t it    true and tiful are akin. trutellect isfyiions of telligible; beauty is beion isfyiions of t step in tion of truto uand tellect itself, to pre itself of intelle. Aristotles entire system of ps upon , I ts o t ttribute ot at time and in to and not belong to t. t step in tion of beauty is to uand tion, to pre itself of estic appre clear?

        -- But y? asked Lyly. Out ion. Somet t you and Aquinas    do?

        -- Let us take ep us take ly. -- turk, t, ttentot, said Step type of female beauty. t seems to be a maze out of . One is t every py admired by men in    exion ions of ion of t may be so. t seems, is drearier t I dislike t . It leads to eugenics rato estic. It leads you out of to a neure-room ament, tells you t you admired t flanks of Venus because you felt t s breasts because you felt t so her children and yours.

        -- tically.

        -- t, said Stephen, laughing.

        -- to ? said Lynch.

        -- tephen began.

        A long dray laden rick Duns al c teptlial. Lync oater oatill turned on epurned also and ed for a fes till s vent.

        -- teped, is t: t, t may not seem beautiful to all people, all people    find in it certaiions ages tic appreions of to you to me t be ties of beauty. Nourn to our old friend saint th of wisdom.

        Lynch laughed.

        -- It amuses me vastly, o ing ime after time like a jolly round friar. Are you laughing in your sleeve?

        -- MacAlister, ansepic tids, Aquinas o tistiception, artistic gestation, and artistic reprodu I require a neerminology and a new personal experience.

        -- Of course, said Lyncer all Aquinas, in spite of ellect, ly a good round friar. But you ell me about terminology some ot part.

        -- epater t e a    begins    is t glory of t is an intricate and soot; but t    be put beside t mournful and majestic processional song, tius Fortunatus.

        Lynco sing softly and solemnly in a deep bass voice:

        Impleta sunt quae it

        David fideli carmine

        Dido nationibus

        Regnavit a ligno Deus.

        -- ts great!    music!

        turned into Lo Street. A feeps from t young maopped.

        -- Did you s of t fift fourteent nige curry.

        ed face expressed benevolent malid, as idings of success, -encircled eyes vanis of sig of hearing.

        In reply to a question of Stepheir lurking-places.

        -- Yes, MacCullagaking pure matid Im taking stitutional ory. ty subjects. Im taking botany too. You knohe field club.

        ately fas from    once broke forth.

        -- Bring us a feurnips and onions t time you go out, said Stepo make a stew.

        t student laugly and said:

        -- e are all able people in t Saturday    out to Glenmalure, seven of us.

        -- ith women, Donovan? said Lynch.

        Donovan again laid    and said:

        -- Our end is tion of knohen he said quickly:

        -- I ing some essays about estics. Stepure of denial.

        -- Goetten a lot on t subject, tic sc. terested me very muc. Of course it is idealistic, German, ultra-profound.

        ook leave of them urbanely.

        -- I must go, ly and benevolently, I rong suspi, amounting almost to a vi, t my sister inteo make paoday for the Donovan family.

        -- Goodbye, Step fet turnips for me and my mate.

        Lyncer ill his face resembled a devils mask:

        -- to t t yelloing excrement    get a good job,    lengto smoke ctes!

        turo for a little in silence.

        -- to finis I    beauty, said Step satisfyiions of t to tistic appreies of universal beauty. Aquinas says: Ad pulcritudiria requiruntur ias, sonantia, claritas. I translate it so: ty, he phases of apprehension? Are you following?

        -- Of course, I am, said Lyncitious intelligence run after Donovan and ask o listen to you.

        Steped to a basket wced on his head.

        -- Look at t basket, he said.

        -- I see it, said Lynch.

        -- In order to see t basket, said Step of all separates t from t of t t. t p t to be appreic image is preseo us eitime.    is audible is presented in time, ed in space. But, temporal or spatial, tic image is first luminously appreained upon time . You appre as o as oas.

        -- Bulls eye! said Lynch, laughing. Go on.

        -- tep to point, led by its formal lines; you appre as balanced part against part s limits; you feel ts structure. In ote perception is follo felt t it is o it is a t as plex, multiple, divisible, separable, made up of its parts, t of its parts and t is sonantia.

        -- Bulls eye again! said Lynctily. tell me noas and you he cigar.

        -- tation of teperm . It baffled me for a long time. It o believe t y of beauty being a ligter is but ty of    t    mean t claritas is tistic discovery and representation of tion    outss proper ditions. But t is literary talk. I uand it so.    basket as o acc to its form and appre as a tically permissible. You see t it is t t is and no otic quidditas, tness of a ty is felt by tist    ceived in ion. t mysterious instant Sifully to a fading coal. tant y of beauty, tic image, is appreed by its s    stasis of estic pleasure, a spiritual state very like to t cardiadition iful as Sment of t.

        Step speak, felt t -enced silence.

        --    I o beauty in terary tradition. In tplace it y in term our judgement is influenced in t place by t itself and by t art. t is clear, must be set betist    art necessarily divides itself into to t. tist presents e relation to s e relation to o oti, ts e relation to others.

        -- t you told me a few nighe famous discussion.

        -- I    epten doions ic o explain. ions I set myself: Is a cragic or ic? Is trait of Mona Lisa good if I desire to see it? If not, w?

        -- , indeed? said Lynch, laughing.

        -- If a man    a block of epinued, make t image a ? If not, w?

        -- ts a lovely one, said Lync rue scic stink.

        -- Lessing, said Step aken a group of statues to e of. t, being inferior, does not present tinguiserature, t and most spiritual art, ten fused. t t verbal vesture of an instant of emotion a r tones up a slope. ters it is more scious of tant of emotion tion. t epical form is seen emerging out of lyrical literature    prolongs and broods upon re of an epical event and till tre of emotional gravity is equidistant from tist ive is no longer purely personal. ty of tist passes into tion itself, floion like a vital sea. t old Englisurpin    person and ends in ti is reacality    angible estic life. ty of tist, at first a cry or a ce or a mood and t narrative, finally refiself out of existence, impersonalizes itself, so to speak. tic image in ti is life purified in and reprojected from tion. tery of estic, like t of material creation, is aplisist, like tion, remains    of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

        -- trying to refi of existence, said Lynch.

        A fine rain began to fall from turned into to reaal library before the shower came.

        --    do you mean, Lyng about beauty and tion in tist retired er rated try.

        ter. udents sering u a pillar, g to some panions. Some girls stood rance door. Lynco Stephen:

        -- Your beloved is here.

        Stepook ly on tep beloudents, , turning oo time. Soo stood silently among    to flirt    terness, remembering . Lync. ied of to a listless peace.

        udents talking among tting places on o liners, of poor and ricices.

        -- ts all a bubble. An Irisry practice is better.

        --    midwifery cases.

        -- Do you mean to say it is better to ry ty like t? I know a fellow.

        --    teewing.

        -- Dont mind y of moo be made in a big ercial City.

        -- Depends on tice.

        -- Ego credo ut vita pauperum est simpliciter atrox, simpliciter sanguinarius atrox, in Liverpoolio.

        tan interrupted pulsation. So go ah her panions.

        t sarrying in clusters of diamonds among tion rim boots prattled as tood on teps of talking quietly and gaily, glang at t ing angles against t raindrops, closing ts demurely.

        And if range as a birds life, gay in tless all day, tired at sundown?    simple and wilful as a birds ?
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