ery tea to t to cs of fried bread t tered near aring into t like a bog brougo urf-coloured er of tickets at  been rifled and ook up idly one after 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 telpiece until 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 wasephen.

    -- Katey, fill out tepo wash.

    -- Boody, fill out tepo wash.

    -- I cant, 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 second sle, prolonged angrily, brougo t of taircase.

    -- Yes, father?

    -- Is your lazy bitc yet?

    -- Yes, father.

    -- Sure?

    -- Yes, father.

    -- hm!

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

    -- ch is masculine.

    -- As a scandalous sepo rue t your foot in t place. I know  has changed you.

    -- Good morning, 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 acterness. 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, glancing idly at ti and smile; t as  by Bairds stonecutting 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 low, a parnisime, of cung his monkish pride and drove him on from his lurking-place.

    to pass  it  ences from Aristotles poetics and 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 common lives, passing on y fearlessly and  .

    Near t tive man  coming 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 corner, 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 in ted States of ture.

    Eleven! te for t lecture too.  day of t? opped at a nes to read ten to eleven, Engliso to one, po ure and felt, 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 Cranly of all tumults and unrest 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 once turned a, feeling t it  yet to enter it. But tslessness seemed to be diffusing in tenuous and deadly exion and be found o anot or left in stolid  tly emptied of instantaneous sense until every mean srickling 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 Portuguese priest.

    Contra orator, variant in carmine vates.

    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 o forge out an estic ple and curious jargons of heraldry and falconry.

    trinity on , set ys ignorance like a dull stone set in a cumbrous ring, 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 name bet t bore  lightly:

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

    tian name on touceply reet,  s t flanked ting 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  Davin, te, t s o render t life of t at any cost loved to taugion by ts of Irisood to a line of beauty and to its unales t divided against ttitude as totitude of a dull-ted loyal serf. soever of t or of feeling came to ure ood armed against in obedience to a pass lay beyond England he foreign legion of France in which he spoke of serving.

    Coupling tion epen called ame geese and t of irritation in ted against t very reluctance of speecen to stand betepion, 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, coming on er, and I never told 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 never  t 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 not trange t  doesnt interest you, but leaster tc I missed train  get any kind of a yoke to give me a lift for, as luck ing 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 Kilmallock and ter t. You  see tian  c. Once or topped by to redden my pipe and only for tretc t. At last, after a bend of ttle cottage  in t up and knocked at 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  morning to Queenstoer to 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  Clane as type of -like soul o tself in darkness and secrecy and loneliness and, ture of a  guile, calling tranger to 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, and ed till the image had vanished and he saw only her ragged dress and damp coarse hair and hoydenish face.

    -- Do, gentleman! Dont forget 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 discouraged poverty. In t treet a slab  to tone and   its laying. terness t scene 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 incense 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 morning, sir! Can 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. Stepcone to kindle tion of ts y temple, a levite of tes robe of plain linen tane 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 obedience to t ed down.

    ted back on 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.

    -- Can you solve t question now? he asked.

    -- Aquinas, ansep quae visa placent.

    -- to t tiful?

    -- In so far as it is appre, ellection, it iful. But Aquinas also says Bonum est 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.

    turned to to stroke his chin.

    --  to ic question? he asked.

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

    -- tions are very profound, Mr Dedalus, said t is like looking doo to trained diver can 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 can  present by t of one or totle and Aquinas.

    -- I see. I quite see your point.

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

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

    -- 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 and determined to buy an eart 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, one. Steped by instinct, crange tone and ts face or  lay be or ? A dull torpor of tellection 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 according to tradition of tplace. I remember a sentence of Nes. tplace 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 can 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 interesting  look t .

    esy of manner rang a little false and Step t urned on to ered on tage of jesuit ory range play of intrigue and suffering and envy and struggle and indignity  given te-comer, 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 custom, as  by telling over his church pence?

    ted t again.

    -- tundis is interesting!

    -- tion you asked me a moment ago seems to me more interesting.  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 dejection t to wryman of Ben Jonson. :

    -- t is mine.  are t, ale, master, on  speak or e t unrest 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 confused voices came up taircase.

    -- In pursuing tions, said tion. First you must take your degree. 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 can say  certainly s be despondent. 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 under to 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:

    -- Cranly!

    No answer.

    -- Mr Cranly!

    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 for Gods sake.

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

    ore a s from  down, whispering:

    -- In case of necessity any layman or .

    te obediently on t of paper, tions of tre-like symbols of force and velocity fascinated and jaded Step t freemason. O t seemed a limbo of painless patient consciousness ticians miging long slender fabrics from plane to 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 science discussing on telopes, troubled prefect of ty, talian umbling, tumbling and capering, kilting ter, smacking one anot to one anotesting y at some rougwo 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 can have me.

    Moyni o call he voice of a slobbering urchin.

    -- 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 science?

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

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

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

    t turn to meet t of t and yet t came back to its boring; for  tudents whey-pale face.

    -- t t is not mine, o  came from tience. Can you Say itude by s elect betrayed - by tioner or by tience. Remember Epictetus. It is probably in er to ask sucion at suc in sucone and to pronounce the word science as a monosyllable.

    tinued to self slo spoke of, doubling, trebling, quadrupling its somnolent energy as tiplied its oance.

    Moynio a distant bell:

    -- Closing time, gents!

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

    Step ted irresolutely. From under t  Cranlys dark eyes ching him.

    -- ephen asked.

    Cranly closed ant and answered:

    -- Ego habeo.

    --  is it for?

    -- Quod?

    --  is it for?

    Cranly turned o Stepterly:

    -- Per pax universalis.

    -- Steped to tsars pograph and said:

    -- ted C.

    t Cranlys 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 Cranly, quia facies vostra monstrat ut vos in damno malo is.

    Moynio table, said in Stephens ear:

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

    Step turned again to meet Cranlys eyes.

    -- Perell me, o my ear. Can you?

    A dull sco table o e ly:

    -- A sugar!

    -- Quis est in malo ep vos?

    Cranly did not take up taunt.  and repeated  force:

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

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

    tohe hall.

    -- here you are! said MacCann cheerily.

    -- ephen.

    -- Late as usual. Can you not combine tendency  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 examine it closely, turning it over and over.

    -- Next business? said MacCann. hom!

    er, smiled broadly and tugged t traee w chin.

    -- t business is to sign testimonial.

    -- ill you pay me anytephen.

    -- I t you , said MacCann.

    tudent looked about inct bleating voice.

    -- By s a queer notion. I consider t notion to be a mercenary notion.

    o silence. No o urned oeping o speak again.

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

    tudent responded to the period by crying:

    -- therhood!

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

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

    Cranly gripped igo congue, smiling uneasily, and repeated:

    -- Easy, easy, easy!

    temple struggled to free  continued, 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 MacCann briefly.

    -- t interest me in t, said Step ?

    -- Good! said MacCann, smacking ionary, then?

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

    -- Metaply. Come to facts. Stepurned aside. MacCann stood ile humour:

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

    Cranly raised udents by way of a peace-offering, saying:

    -- Pax super totum sanguinarium globum.

    Stepanders, jerked ion of tsars image, saying:

    -- Keep your icon. 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  turned to 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 explained to Stephe power of mind.

    Cranly linked o tephen and his admirer and said:

    -- Nos ad manum ballum jocabimus.

    Step of being led aured face.

    -- My signature is of no account, ely. You are rigo go your o go mine.

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

    A voice said:

    -- Intellectual crankery 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 Cranlys breast and said:

    -- Did you er ? I bet Cranly didnt see t. By  at once.

    As tudies  of escaping from tudent ood at t of taircase, a foot on t step, ane gat  en and repeating:

    -- 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 ric men  arts men are pretty sure. Second arts, too. e must make sure of the newcomers.

    temple bent again across Cranly, as t whisper:

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

    railed off into sly cackling laug the neck and 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. For Gods sake, go home.

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

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

    -- Im an emotional man, said temple. ts quite rig Im an emotionalist.

    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 Cranly.

    Lyncraig forward .

    -- Lyncs out , said Stepicism of life.

    Lynce  and said:

    -- o say about my girth?

    Cranly 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, one, two!

    -- 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 can find you a fehis college.

    -- I cant understand you, said Davin. One time I alk against Engliserature. Noalk against t  all?

    -- Come 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 account 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 morning  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 to surge beneatephens 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 ancestors took anotepo subject to pay in my os t for?

    -- For our freedom, said Davin.

    -- No epo you ions from tone to 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 knocked the ashes from his pipe.

    -- too deep for me, Stevie,  a mans country comes first. Ireland first, Stevie. You can 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, Cranly insisting,   it rebound to ruck it strongly and sly too its thud:

    -- Your soul!

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

    -- Let us eke go, as Cranly .

    Step t.

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

    -- 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 turned to 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 constant in es it error is ts tsoever is grave and constant in es it  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 according 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 kinetic, 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 not excite 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.

    Stepurned toer, ansened skull beneated cap brougepile. too, ile-like in glint and gaze. Yet at t instant,  in t by one tiny , t and self-embittered.

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

    -- You are, said Lynch.

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

    -- Not always, said Lyncically.

    -- In tepo timulus of a naked statue, but it ion of ty expressed by tist cannot aion ion ic stasis, an ideal pity or an ideal terror, a stasis called fort last dissolved by y.

    --  is t exactly? asked Lynch.

    -- Rep formal estic relation of part to part in any estic 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 understand 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? Cranly lost emper and began to talk about icklow bacon.

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

    -- Art, said Stepion of sensible or intelligible matter for an estic end. You remember t t. You are a distressing pair, you and Cranly.

    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 one t remained, saying simply:

    -- Proceed!

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

    Lynch nodded.

    -- I remember t,  quae visa placent. - epo cover estic appre or  is vague, is clear enougo keep a means certainly 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 Lyncenuse of teles.

    -- Static tepo, I believe, said t beauty is trut t it  true and tiful are akin. trutellect isfying relations of telligible; beauty is beion isfying relations of t step in tion of truto understand tellect itself, to compre itself of intellection. Aristotles entire system of ps upon , I ts on atement t ttribute cannot at time and in to and not belong to t. t step in tion of beauty is to understand tion, to compre itself of estic appre clear?

    -- But y? asked Lynciently. Out ion. Somet t you and Aquinas can 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  connexion 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 covering teptling metal. 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 certain relations 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 tic pends, Aquinas o tistic conception, artistic gestation, and artistic reproduction 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.

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

    Lynco sing softly and solemnly in a deep bass voice:

    Impleta sunt quae concinit

    David fideli carmine

    Dicendo nationibus

    Regnavit a ligno Deus.

    -- ts great!  music!

    turned into Lo Street. A feeps from t young man, ed topped.

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

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

    In reply to a question of Stepheir lurking-places.

    -- Yes, MacCullagaking pure matics and Im taking constitutional 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.

    Neitook leave of them urbanely.

    -- I must go, ly and benevolently, I rong suspicion, amounting almost to a conviction, t my sister intended to make pancakes today for the Donovan family.

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

    Lyncer ill his face resembled a devils mask:

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

    turned to for a little in silence.

    -- to finis I  beauty, said Step satisfying relations of t to tistic appreies of universal beauty. Aquinas says: Ad pulcritudinem tria requiruntur integritas, consonantia, 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 presented to 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 one t as one egritas.

    -- 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 one t it is a t as complex, multiple, divisible, separable, made up of its parts, t of its parts and t is consonantia.

    -- 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 conditions. But t is literary talk. I understand it so.  basket as one t according 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  conceived 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 cardiac condition 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 otic form, 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 comic? 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 confused. t t verbal vesture of an instant of emotion a r tones up a slope. ters it is more conscious 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 tic form is reacality  angible estic life. ty of tist, at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and t narrative, finally refines itself out of existence, impersonalizes itself, so to speak. tic image in tic form is life purified in and reprojected from tion. tery of estic, like t of material creation, is accomplisist, like tion, remains  of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

    -- trying to refine t of existence, said Lynch.

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

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

    ter. udents sering under t a pillar, cening to some companions. Some girls stood near trance 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 ocean 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 money to be made in a big commercial City.

    -- Depends on tice.

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

    tance in interrupted pulsation. So go ah her companions.

    t sarrying in clusters of diamonds among tion rim boots prattled as tood on teps of talking quietly and gaily, glancing at t cunning 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 ?