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The elaboration of the dynamic concussions a nicens, little, squawking, hovering w
ayfarer of a protagonist of the pale space of sky above be liable to in the winds eye,
over the dozing sentinels, the wandering rocks, those vinous and clenched-fisted
convives, Joyce once knew as nahireannaigh. Please attend! Looks like rain. Better
close the window. Just so.
Written by: Martin Dun Cow Consultant:Dr. Susan Rawlinson
Pannon University
Department of English Linguistics and Literature
May, 2008
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
0. Introductory words viz. the lashes of the Joycean subversian gust ............................1
I. The most fundamental code restituting the formation of Stephen Dedalus life(Away, away!)
1. For heat abatement turn right 45 Degrees!.................................................................7
2..So far! So good! The tough go making an epoch-making feller.................................12
Chapter 2
I. Contemplations from the crows nest of a far-off posture............................................ .18
II.In the dusty wake of the those long-ago paternal remonstrances(with an infantile Stephen peeping out from under the vault of the table with a cunningly
screwed-up, far-sighted eye).......... .........................................................................................19
III. Wedged between the wandering rocks incarnated by the churchand state ever-roaring on the Irish territorial waters
(with the infantile then afully-fledgedStephen tariffed by Dantes childrhyme of a stricture).................................................................................................................................................25
IV. On the fringe of the line with eyes weak and watery(with a clongowean Stephen in the possession of the leases of a revealing visuality).........28
1. Tap. Tap. Taptaptap. Tap.Taptap.2. On the fence of the self-imposed detachement at zero altitude
a) Pronto, pronto, Mrs Fatica! Put me through to his brittle psyche
b) Glass him with car, lady! Rathe rinvite us to go up-stage of what came to be depicted!c)Eluriating the universal residue. Ahaa! Clear as mud!d) Being adrift on the hazy waterway of fiction. Whom ya are at aiming, my luv?
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Chapter 3
I.The self-devouring perfidies of unleashed poltergeists with battering rams, pounding(with a clongowean Stephen and the hundred and odd students stooping, poring over)
1. A copious but systematic view of an abduction .....................................................................38.
2. Into the ashes of a charred stuble field................................................................................... 41.
3 The consummation of a squalid and advanced imbroglio.........................................................43.
II. The ordinary (Irish) mans bane of existence
1. Booze-made ups. Or fortune knocks. The latter not. I believe ....................................................47.
2. An analogous hawthornian distress of being excommunicated from society.............................50
3. The coruscating countenances of the ever-roaring scolds of church and state under the ivy-twined branches of ther chandelier..........................................................................................52.
4.A history of betrayals, of eloquent inactivity,of absurd and narrow belief...................................56
CONTENTS.....................................................................................................................................59.
PREFACE
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I am poised to devote my thesis to the elaboration of the manifold respects what make
James Joyces novel entitled The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man such an influental and
emblematic work of the modernist movement and classic of the whole subsequent prose-
writing assembly.
The body of the work is meant to be divided into three parts. The first part is to
commence with the explication of what the possible reasons and motives were that compeled
Joyce to defect to the Continent as his fictional character, Stephen Daedalus mellowed the
same decision in his conscience by the windup scene of this autobiographical story. By opting
for the family name, Daedelus Joyce yields to his predilection of putting the representation of
his stories and characters on Greek mythological grounds. I also stop several time to look at
the fence seeking the possible resemblances relative to the cunning Greek artificerss and the
man of tortuous letters, Joyces relative missions as ethnically and intellectually independent
wayfarers of self-assertive and self-defining innovation, being on a special embassy, once
managed to get the trusses of autocratic and grappling censors off their wings and sallied
forth in search of the wherewithals to make a solo act of the process of their personal and
elevating consummation as self-reliant artificers, creators.
Through the analysis of the elected paragraphs the follow-up part aims at representing
above all those regards that cast a light upon Joyces manner in intelinking the curlicued
threads of a story representing a newly-fledged perception of the world around, a discernment
triggered by an unprecedented attitude of the modernists, towards the operations and
inspirations of the authormind and mission . While doggedly following his protagonists
scents, wavering ahead of him, concussed by the blows a delicate and impressionable psyche
driven by the counterrotating cog-wheels of excessive responsiveness is subject to be seized
with, Joyce also lets the momentous historical, religious and political interferences infiltrate
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into the pores of the text . Furthermore, opting for his protagonists grappling conscience to
be the major associating nucleus in the process of assimilation of the events, he in fact lays
the foundations, nay the raison dere of those techniques and achievements appearing on the
stage, subsequently, of his grandiose work, entiteld Ulysses, that tremendously corroborates
his and the rest of the modernists convictions concerning the uncanny, unequivocal potentials
of the conjured-up forces of the consciousness of the author in the course of the arrangement
of the reality of experience in tiers for the millions time. The voice of statically
reverberating interior monologues, the soliloquies and dialogues told by surrogate narrators I
constantly go halves with throughout the narrative process on the one hand came to be
employed on the firm grounds of the tribute I wished to pay to the arch founders, of these
mold-breaking means above all to Joyce. On the other hand, more importantly to me, while
unraveling the curlicued line of my pensive analysis, I could not help but acnkowledge that
after Joyces novel of great reverence, the Ulysses, there is by no means a chance for one,
once involved in a writing process, not to give free reins, every now and then, to the
tremendously affluent bonanza of ideas, associations and deliberations of ones psyche that
incontrollably stream, being the flotsam and jetsam of the associative and sensationally
profuse but irrationally taut fabric of the human mind, in the heat of moulding the
consummative and ultimate track of result of his hissing train of thoughts.
Finally, the third part is devoted to the overview of the Irish tagged with the voice of
the reverent writer himself, pondering , as a cosmopolotian and independent and renowned
writer the past, present and future of a folk, he is as obsessed with as an inveterate one with
the long-forgotten relish of bourdon distillations.
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CHAPTER I.
0. Inroductory words, viz the lashes of the Joycean subversive gust
(Marty, now, works both ways. There ya go. The latter better though. Just so.)
At first blush.Flushed your auntie mine not. Recap that. As you were! At first blush
Joyces protagonists actual defecting to neutral and distant lands that held out the legacy of
boundlessness an epoch-making talent was entitled to appears to be a bit of a betrayal of the
fundamental principles relative to someone who was so solicitious about the ailments and
encumbrances of his race. Paradoxically enough, it was Stephens recoil from serving in
which he no longer believed, his consorting with his own peremptory, renegade and
cosmopolitan dictates and his sallying forth towardsthe mode of life whereby his spirit could
express itself in an unfettered freedom (James Joyce: A Portrait of The Artist as a Young
Man Penguin Modern Classics p.246) what was the momentous prerequisite for him in
originating an array of multi-faceted prose works of horrendous innovative power. Thats the
card.Gomaire t!(1.) The yellow. The right played card. Away from home ground Joyce
that eye-patched buccaneer of a referee booked the English for the fouls on his compatriots.
O I mean his ceardchumainna. That you roaring what it is sassenach fans? Translate then!
Leath-dall seo roteoir s! (2.) Fair-faire!(3.). Spectacles for the referee! Unbiassed one we
demand! Right well that true is not all you know well. He tends amatory in the first
defamatory in the second half to be. Two-edged this is a whistler of a referee. He but then
conscience-arbiter once consciousness-booster was. For his team deuce he diagnosed after
deuce in the long run though. Into the ring when transferred to the guest team Diarmad
dropped his hat! With Diarmad the primal foul lies, Eire-frondeurs!Admhil! (4.)
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Then again, it was his shaking the dust off his feet in due course assuming the identical
obligation his maker, the irascible Joyce took upon at the same time of his life that enabled
him to contemplate his native land from a due distance and caused his prophecies about
forging the uncreated conscience of his race (p.253) to reach a personal fulfilment. Wonder
whether in fill that not double l. Better check upon that. Tout le suit(5.). One does hear here
and there that gaulish wordy. Better not use. Its like at once or something. French are good
servants but bad masters. Trianon. Avengers. Thatle mot juste (6.) is. With a stroke of a pen.
Exceptionnellenment blessures(7.). All one. Have nice equal days! Yours fraternally! Marty.
P.S. : Ishove you, though! Now. Fulfillment. And. Fulfilment. There are both ways about it.
There ya are. Latter better though. Just so. Futhermore, the gust of the Joycean literary output
he passed down to us bears testimony to such an subversive potency, under the load of which
the dome of prose-writing- getting plated with hairline cracks-caved letting its lashes slam
into the nave of the literary world. The strident, wuthering, rampageous sweep careering
around made almost all his contemporaries, readers and critics want to hump shoulders,
huddle up, keep their ears stopped and their eyes twitched waiting for the aerial affray of the
presence of one of the most influential vanguard artists of all time to spend itself. Passably
good that is. The sharp is word. Come along. He can posthumously be credited with whipping
such a thunderhead of new conceptions and techniques that even in these days and shall also
continue to hover around and precipitate on his adherents.Zap!Sounds like an epoch-making
guru, by jove! Sure brd (8.) you are to have been ofim, Nora! Wheny seeingy thaty gaelicy
wordy my hearty didy jumpy soy closey ity beingy toy they magyary wordyBrdy. Another
folk long last I found toiling with ccnts. Alas! And with his own kinsmen. Hollo! Snad
OConnor and Republic of Loose. Prsnt time tht is nd still lose thm Irsh re. Their
being loose is a grist for Snads and other artists mill though. The Cranberries. Better
continue Mr. Circuitous on duty. It was on account of his far-off position and the detached-
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service warrant that he granted himself what really caused his mind to prey constantly upon
the country he left for good and all, upon the Ireland that in the first place yielded the
particular literary predecessors who came short of attaining the independence Joyce sought
for and whom his artistic self-assertion was moulded by (1.). Then again, it was the Irish
plight itself that fashioned his soaring and detachment-seeker imagination into what it became
by having it wedged between the wandering rocks incarnated by the church and state ever-
roaring on the Irish territorial waters.The direct bearings the (mal) functionings of these latter
two entities have on the individuals and exclusively on Stephens life persistently seep
through the drape of the text. It is small wonder, therefore that in the course of his tte-a-tte
with Cranly in the last chapter, when all is said and done, it is the supremacy of his Fatherland
and his Church that he emphatically denominates as the major dual ideological fetters that
stymie him turning loose his innovative spirit. His Fatherland and his Church are the two-ply
swaddling-bands that are to be sloughed off for keeping the wings of his much-sought-after
maturity as an autonomous artificer trussed. Stephen is hell-bent on setting off on a voyage
towards the consummation of his artistry actuating the cogs of his creative fancy once having
graduated from the self-established institute of his exultant and terrible youth (p. 253). The
idiosyncratic machinery of the creative retrieval of the artists default drive datas of
experience has already become operative in his brain in testimony whereof it is rather
sufficient for one just to evoke the timbre in his diary in the very last chapter. It comes as
statically as that of the unhitched Bird of Prey blissfully squawking once having succeeded in
cutting himself loose from the constraints of a life in the Falconers aviary intending to
encounter the millionth time the reality of experience (p. 253) and shrieking most fervidly:
Away, away (p. 253.).It is in that manner that the consciousness of a sovereign and self-
contained individual reverberates saturated with the unabated ambition pertaining to
somemone, who has already made a lunge forward to forge in the smithy of his soul the
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uncreated conscience of his race (p. 253) and who is, once in ascension, to assimilite his
own multifarious woes (2.) with and absorb them into those of his suffering countrymen
(p.253). Okie doak! Nice of him to think of his house and home. Gnail dilach (9.) this
Joyce was. I mean that Stephen. Dropped a brick, chap! Undo that not ya can! So?
Doppelgangers the writers the protagonists are. Tell me about it. By gum! Too early though
that blueberry flavor worn off. Wrigleys. Costs little and last long. Healthful, delicious,
refreshing. Tell the marines to that! Brumma, brumma! Brummagem ware! Cost though a
finger but just seconds till it linger! Haw-haw! Mouth-full, malicious, malingering
schlockmeisters rubble-gum! Brumma! Brumma-gum! Haw-haw! Knock that off, zany! Okie!
1.The most fundamental code restituting the formation of Stephen Dedalus life
(Away, away!)
1.For heat abatement turn right 45 Degrees!
The most fundamental code that may imply the possible mission and identity allotted to
the protagonist and shepherd us readers in the process of restituting the formation of Stephen
Dedalus life in conformity with the significance and reverence Joyce had towards his youth-
self is contained in the opening citation Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, that is, And he
sets his mind to work upon unknown arts. Rendering Ovids Methamorphoses the source
from where he originated his cursive motto (3.), letting what appears to be the representative
and synthetic statement of his main characters destiny be second to the bastard title in
predence Joyce reasserts our back-page-presuppositions concerning Stephen Dedalus
presumptive similitude of any sort with his mythological namesake, the cunning artificer,
Daedelus, who is the archetypal personification of the architect. As touching the walk of life
of the Greek sculptor, though being compelled, he also went into exile once having murdered
his nephew on the score of the jealousy the relatives bidding potentials to carry the world
before him as a sculptor had fomented in him. It is the island of Crete, more specificially the
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court of King Minos, where the skillful inventor establishes a foothold subsequently. Ha!
Rings the holidays-bell! If had only me and hon just come across with that final fling to
Rhodes last summer. Too true to be good would it have been. Island of roses. Practically zero
climate rate. Would that! No use crying. Off Daedalus went to Crete. Sure no flies were on
that bloke. Wonder at all they back then used lolly. Remember seeing them drachmas at that
auction? A proposito! Receiving 13 month pays on Friday. Whee! Gonna buy one good Ouzo
bottle to Deadalus good health! As the myth has it he proceeded to construct an artificial
cow for Queen Paiphae who having let the baits of a feral delict gnaw at her heart had coveted
a semi-divine bull and wished to have her cravings contented. His second creation, the far-
famed Labyrinth then was devised to barricade and keep out of sight the freak of nature
evolved from that passionate but bestial tryst, the half-man-half-bull progeny, called
Minotaur. The hero Theseus arrived in the island to the end to make away with the quadruped
monstrosity. Daughter of Minos, Ariadne, her heart seizured, yielding it to the doughty
fighter, langourously requested Daedelus to hold out a hand to him, to uphold him in
executing his remarkable feat of effacing the behemoth, the longing for its execution being
triggered by the juggernaut of the calling of the heroic mold he was cast in, and having it
annealed by embers of the passion he had conceived but gallantly harbored. The man of
unremitting creativity, Daedalus, conceding, had his good grip on the situation by counselling
Theseus to unravel a ball of thread on his centerward bound into the maze guaranteeing a
secure itinerary on his way out throughout the sinuous trails of the Labyrinth indicated by the
wool left behind afore. Success attending his efforts in waylaying and slaying what was the
malformed incarnation of a felonious craving howling in an insensate dolor forsaken by their
parents, the triumphant bravo pressed on abducting his sweetheart Ariadne and absconded
from the place of his pitched battle with all speed.Ahoy! All is airin love and war. Hot air.
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Those monsters bte-noires (10.) of ours are. See for yourself those gibbose contorting
bugaboos. The tin-eyed snare-jawed Shark. The Hunchback. And the Beast. The gawky,
bening-visaged Manatees. The bung-headed Nessie. Same they are. The same humpy oafish
slimy bastards ceasessly, self-loathingly whining with us not hunkering by their snuffling,
hunched-up torsos, plaintively droning in dens, in morasses, in burrows, in thickets or
undersea. Blast from the past. Two bulls came full butt. Watched their glazed, martyred eyes,
bloodshot temples once on telly. Hey, guys, is there anything good on telly tonight? Psht.
Where your eyes are? Seeing them toros I remember to kill did they want each other, just
picadores (11.) wishing to escape. Barbed arrowheads. Corrida de toros (12.). Alas! Mine
heart goes out. Once found, not we let them henious lusus natures furrowfacedly slouch off
but shiftily hoodwink we them dangling the capote (13.) of a guilty, perverse conscience,
until, mesmerized, on our proud blade of sword they fall. Them we did beget! We, Paiphaes!
Them we do destroy! We, toreros (14.). Diabolical circle. All one. Keep moving! To say it
suffice, to elude having his and his courts reputation tarnished by the circumstances of the
dispatch of the ignominious monster and to get even with the astute architect for collaborating
with the knavish abductor King Minos, enraged, mandated that Daedalus and even his son
Icarus be interned in this devious gyration of a prison. It was his dire state of being made
incapacitated in captivity and devoid of all the capital assets of his craft that set Daedalus
ingeniuity off. Ooh, is that not nice? Inspiration triggered by being fastened. Dead ringer for
that Greek cove of a genius is this protagonist of a wit, Brother Stevo. A wow! When the
goings get tough the tough goes taking wings! Huzza! You, clear for takeoff, Brthair
Pdraig(15.), too! By using wax and feathers as utility waste in piecing together wings for
them to fly with Daedalus makes good of his and his sons escape from their sinuous
oubliette (16.).Away, Away! Szknk a sttsg ell. Falakon trohanunk (17.).Someone
tuned up. At Kennedy Space Center? Here? A valedictory tune? We have main
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engines starts. Just, you son, upwards look and your weight pull! After him! 4-3-
2-1-0 and liftoff! Liftoff of the 25th Space Shuttle Mission!
Hark! The baobab-pated Rzsis crystal sheer-voice what hear I through the solid rocket
boosters. Hol on! This late bird, his crows-feet dimmed by Gucci sunglasses, who I envision
rise through the canopy of this stage-smoke, caterwauling. Challenger is now
heading down range. A szabadsg vndorai. Felhkrl lbat lgatunk. Ezek mi
vagyunk (18.).The Greeks, once in ascension, enter into what comes out to be Icaros and
Deadalus firmamental dialog:
- TWA 2341. My, TusslingWestboundAlbatross of a son! For heat abatement
turn right 45 Degrees!
- Tower! My controlling, soaring father of towering intellect! Haw-haw! Flying
I am flying! At 35, 000 feet I am. Hail to thee lurid starts! Oops a loop! Hail to thee sullen
planets! Oops other twos! Haw-haw! Heaving with alarums and excursions my bosom is!
Agog with curiosity, I wonder, how much heat can I make up here, huh?- O, Son, have you ever felt the swelter a TWA makes when it hits the SUN 474?
My, TusslingWestboundAlbatross of a wanton son! Shun! TheSeethingUmberNebulae of a
celestial orb is getting on the soft side of yours! As a mean of egress, irated, my airborne
one, I counsel to careen your camber lines, then and there, and to assuage, while your flying
is good!
- Mine wings as yours, soaring father, waxed are with the same brush! Haw-haw!
Fear me not! Boon! Mine companion fluttering of a father! Out thou a holy boon taken when
let thou us get abroad unto heavenly spheres! Sakes! Oops a loop! Haw-haw! Light as mine
heart is a feather! We art like cart-wheeling pterodactyls, preening baboons making ours
wing warm on the high rope under the Godheads wary eye!
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However, in the fever of elation brought about the rapture of drawing nearer the flaming
nest of a sun, Icaros, flushed, in an unguarded moment, oblivious to the fact that in effect tiny
wax-drops glint on the assembly marks on his fluttering wings swerves too close and flares
wildly up like a fired straw. Will I blind struck! Mine son! Where thou art? Flight
controllers here looking very carefully at the situation . Say
away Nesbitt! For what bound has my Tussling Albatross of a son been for?Obviously a
major malfunction. We have no downlink.Koyaniisquatsi! (19.) Broad and
resplendent billows on its toes I behold earthbound and heavenwards, in this galactic
amphitheatre sullen planets wobble on sagging trajectories. None I see voidbound of my
wanton albatross of a son. Hear them cherubs join in the late birds chorus around the
celestial rotunda.Addg mg gy van. Azt se tudjuk mg.Vagy l? Holt-e? (20.) After a pause,
at length, Nesbitt said: We have report from the Flight Dynamics
Officer that the vehicle had exploded. Alack, alack! Most Supreme and
Serene Artificer of all! , , (21.)mybeloved son?Most High God! I adjure
you do not torment him! To Thou let a warning that be! A trepidant servant from! I undone
am! Utter ululation utter thou vacillating lips, utter! From earliest annals extant that reach
back to these times we know that his sepulchral mound Icaros underwater finds then. Drifting
within the currents with the scarlet stare of the cauterized orbs embedded in the death mask of
the wizened, parched swabs of an extinguished face he pitches and rolls through the villi of
the seas stomach with his singed stumps for the once-ambitious, youthfullimbs resembling
the buds of inchoate antlers on the heads of alert and juvenile fawns. When found, actived
Judith A. Resniks PEAP was. My,my learnedDaedalus, hey friend! An nl bhfuair glicgo
leor? (22.) Where, if any, Icarospersonalegress airpack is? If it is not asking too much.
Hope not. Eternal springs.
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2. So far! So good! The tough go making an epoch-making feller.
Beyond the quite unambigous parallel drawn on the grounds of their respective shrewd,
perceptive and innovative attributes one wonders whether the architect and Joyce-Stephen
bear further instances of likeness to each other in other respects. Also, they both were induced
at a certain period of their life to put the whole output of their accrued erudution to use with a
view to be able vacate the state of affairs they were embroiled in saying good riddance to
them for good and all. Then again, they also have the aphrodisiac of jealousy to give a fillip to
their hearts. One grants that Joyces envy merely manifested itself in the cache of green-eyed
glances that he glazed her wife, Nora for life and did not hone the blades of a murderous
intent in his clenched fists. Yet besides their innate gift and vulpine resourcefulness, their
unrivalled and incontestable excellence in creative inventiveness even their harboring the
leaven of jealousy among their sentiments offers a common ground for a further constrasting
deliberation. On this showing, there is the woman for whom Stephens autobiographical
counterpart Joyces heart-burning tended to flare up, whom he set forth on a voyage into theunknown with to overhear the tales of his distant kinsmen (p. 253). Nora. Nora Barnacle,
the acquintance of whom Joyce made in the region of the time of his pitching into writing A
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, into framing Stephens character as someone whom he
could entrust the years of his being footloose and fancy-free to. To this delicate and touchy
youngster, around whom he could get the winds spring up once again that would rush up
whizzing in the chimneys of belvederian infirmaries, letting it snap at and ruffle his hair
interspersing it with the beach-sand of past saunters, and of the blazing whispers of amorous
assignations on tram-steps, sun-drenched roundabouts or of luscious connivances in warm
and lightsome rooms with a huge doll sitting with her legs apart in a copious easy-chair (p.
101). Have done! Move on! Wish for the words to be bayonet stabs of a staccato mind. Where
is that Brendas line of document? Saving I remember onto desktop. Better check upon that.
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in the dancing multitudes of that lightsome room of the past, and slowly, vertiginous, with a
heaving bosom, falling into a swoon, to her guests, and her guards, thepawns, false
dismay, flocking together, wagging their heads. Parnell my dead king! Parnell. Whats he
that got to do with all? Not much. Read it umpteenth times though. Take it from me. Ay, better
move on. Where left you it off? Upper, Marty! Right at Trieste and stuff.
Marshalled onto the Istrian Peninsula by well-wishers where seemed to be a post in store
for him in a school that was just about to open up its gates he got as far as the town of Pula.
(9.) When the Irishman is found ouside of Ireland in an another environment, he very often
becomes a respected man. No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as
though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove (10.). The
likeness over again is in evidence as Daedelus and Joyce both are veritable cosmopolitans
brimming with their self-reliant, customized dictates, being their own independent-spirited,
substantive masters. Just as deftly as the double-dyed Daedelus, on the run from his angered
Jove, Minos, managed cyclically to survive did Joyce dig his foot in again and again while
travelling up Europe embodying the racially discrete, nay versatile self, who belongs not to
aon tr (24.)or nation steering clear of ever being encamped or roots-abiding or nested. (11.)
The quiescent period lasted no longer for the legendary Greek hero since King Minos, having
made a resolve to lay hold of his one-time polymath, started hunting high and low for him
scheming to con Daedelus into revealing his identity. Minos, Minos, you, however, did not by
just mere report know Daedalus. Minos, matey, ya frustrated me! Ought to know him better.
Him, the unthwartable fire-eater appearing on the scene of his own side-show. Just look!
When challenged to cypher out the mysterious task put forward by Minos about threading a
spiral seashell Cocalus volunteered Daedalus for solving the enigma. The Kastor-like whizs
adroitness in having a recourse to the age-old modus of giving a sop to cerberus, he held out a
dribblet of a honey with an ant whom he allowed to make its way through the convoluted
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route for it with the greatest of ease. His doing so is rather on par with Joyces subsequent
bringing off the coup by working his way through the ever-meandering helix of his stupefying
vision vis--vis humankind in Ulysses, hand over fist.Hem! Christening his fictional alterego
Daedelus, rendering him the paragon for Stephen and invoking the old artificer to stand
him now and ever in good stead (p. 253), Joyce, in a way, also warrants the success of the
future prosperity of his protagonist as a full-fledged and self-supporting literary inventor in
undertaking the large order of forging in the smithy of his soul the uncreated conscience of
his race (p. 253). By the example of the contrivance and resourcefulness Daedalus talents
and audaciousness bore testimony to Joyce sets and prognosticates such an exuberant futurity
for Stephen, and in effect for himself, that answers his notions about the formation of the
fecund and torrential carrier envisioned. And lo and behold, in a few years time, while
begetting the great novel of the century and causing Mr. Blooms and his companions
vertiginous adventures in the turmoil of the modern city of Dublin to correspond to Odysseus
prowling on the churning seas of the precious myth we see Joyce just as adeptly amplify and
interlace the cryptically reverberating tones of the internal hubbub of human experience
through the stream of his personaes generative consciousness as Daedelus did thread the
string of inventiveness through Minoscolumella.
Humph! Minos, Minos! Wo! Anybody in? Hullo? It is in one ear that here Cocalus
daughter, the gingerish, svelte pixies cohere by your embrasure?! Shalala lala it is us
purring and sniggering for the road! Risen shine! Bath-duds on, snappy! You, patties you
tucked your malleus away, sad Greco? Not can you hear us? Shalala lala Old Sweat!
Shalla shall-we to your aid come? In finding yours breeches in the morning?Shalalalala,shalala lala just for you just for now but then lettus in! In-in! In the
eveningtoo much Deadalus was for you! Bang! Bygones! Do you not be in the sulks. Oh
com and rather into redolent, spumy waters lower with us yourself! Oh oh! Oh-ought to
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have known that foxy trotter of an artificer better! Bibolous-nosed Minos! Outwit did you
Daedalus? So? Let not be that for a cause the mourning! Shalala! Come alon n in the
baths join carousing hands with us, glamor sisters! The renowned Ippolit and Sonia are and
their hulla-hooping succor musicking in the chiming clock, together who they are the
Vengaboys called. Shalala! May theirs lays hither lull your fatiqued senses!
Thereinto, come, the bath-cum-musichall, where those zithered singers vaudeville run its
lilting course andfall with us into the waters. Comon, pop, let your heart go shalalalike
the wise ours do lalala.
Minos, inveigled, had made a wayward night of those lalala-summons of Camicus
conscupiscent daughters to the baths only to finish off by yielding his soul up to their
beckoning daggers cutthroat rustle, the moments of which was sequential to the court
festivals staged apropos of Daedalus masterly disposal of what seemed to be Minos
inextricable conundrum. In the midsts of all that Daedalus arrived in Sardinia as well as Joyce
did in France, where these restless commuters of daedal artistry came to find their last berths.
Let be that for a cause the mourning! May the twofold cries (p.225) ofsoaring hawks lull
hither your fatiqued senses, strokes of genius
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CHAPTER II.
I. Contemplations from the crows nest of a far-off posture
Just as redundantly as a light satin evening gowns of the well-to-do is adorned with gold
scrolls and squiggles is the whiteness of these pages of the novel strewn with references
offering substantial and revelatory insights into the ecclesiastical and political dealings of the
Ireland of Joyces and sundry prior eras. The object I have proposed to myself henceforward
is to show down the debit cards of those regards throughout this ravishing retrospective of a
novel that Joyce used to give an account of the mercurial dynamism of his protagonists
sensitive mental constitution and of his specific psychic treatment of those societal, familial or
personal events of daily occurence peculiar to a sensuous temperament. No small matter.
Time is the nurse and breeder. Still. Looks like rain. Better close the window. Just so. I am
intent upon flashing episodes of Stephens personal evolution in his tailoring his congenitaland prostrating sensitivity into the creative potential that ended up making him giddy with the
thirst for regenerating the long-standing narrative techniques and the conventions of the
literary reconnaissance of the world around yielding ground to his vision of universal nature
about the Irish fate and affiliations. Sudden stab around throat. What that is? This turn whose
is? An atom ant is adamant. Dad, thuswise you would call me. Bat then for me at Sweet
Hanna to kindly conceive that what defy carcinoma! The magic larynx! Rose-tinted. Without
end.
Manoeuvred along deliberately in a peculiar pell-mell manner my analysis is intended to
blow up a number of negative proofs exposing glimpses of the elastic deformation of a novel
that exhibits the distinct transactions and peregrinations of a protagonist, who as hastily drops
Joyces shadowy modernist settings off just to reappear at some, the-least-expected angle as
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runaway school children straggle along the playing-fields in recess. Drift of dusts.
Hullabaloo. Twirling souffle of crowing colorous jackets. In pursuance of this objective I am
also poised to elaborate upon those subtle interrelations that the highlighted episodes bring in
their train. Zounds! Any more you have? Pending the time of this final solidification in
resolution and creativeness and of the steadfastness of his purpose, we are provided with the
development of an artist fighting through his way beset with the tangles and intricacies that
apparent and discernible for those with the aforementioned sensitivive mental constitution.
That his process of maturation is what I was above all concerned with. Apart from the flashes
of assurance spawned by the sense of vocation and of the awakening geniality it is the
intoverted Stephens ceaseless being at grips with the putative or real griveances and private
wrongs, he believes himself subject to that primarily determines the protagonists prevalent
states of mind in the course of the proceedings. By the same token, it is Joyces uncanny
ability in merging into his protagonists rich and circumstantial preoccupations and the
coverage he imparts us about Stephens clandestine ruminations that warrant the most
taintless phases throughout the pages of the novel irradiating the shimmery flotsam and
jetsam of a grappling psyche. The accentuation of the importance of the tribulation that
sustains the creative elaboration of ordinary events for an artist and brought about by the
concussions of his delicate and impressionable psyche driven by the counterrotating cog-
wheels of overreaction can be caught in the recurrent acts of Joyces assembling the parts of
his story while edging along the path beaten by sensitive Stephens wobbling ahead. Please
attend! An excerpt from a Joyce-poem excellently mirrors the aforesaid, the troubled waters
of the incongruous sentiments an artist ladles his inspiration out. The sly reeds whisper to the
night a name-her name and all my soul is a delight, a swoon of shame.(12.) At the very start
Stephens recess under the table is sufficiently evocative of what I would term as thepupation
cycle of the to-be work of art. Once being closeted himself away in his personal, self-imposed
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isolation with a view to be able to keep his own council over whatever has passed and is to be
bemoaned Stephen also gains the outer ears and extraneous eyes of the distant and objective
view.Justify! When exactly? Right now! Good! I remain convinced that this exterior position
is what is imperative for an artist, in the present instance for Stephen, that is, his shoving off
of the scene of life and his subsequent contemplation from the crows nest of the far-off
posture is what makes admissible for him to envelop the imprint of the reality of experience
(p. 253) into the cocoon of his creative imagination, the imprint, that then will attain full
growth in the course of the ensuing phase of the actual composition. You sure? Aye. Just look.
Stephens recurrent assuming extrinsic stances are leitmotives in the novel. Again, from a
certain standpoint, the process of writing is all about recapturing the reminiscences of the
empirical formula of the world conditioned by ones former involvement. More exact be. Or
else, properly speaking, the importance ofbeing presentwith the mind of the outsideris what
is the intrinsic prerequisite for an author. Bingo! In my eye, the negative of the image of
existence deposited in the sharpened senses of this outsider, who in effect transubstantiates to
be an insider, starts pulsating in his carotid while being posteriorly printed off in the current
of the actual creation.
II. In the dusty wake of the those long-ago paternal remonstrances
(with an infantile Stephen peeping out from under the vault of the table withacunningly screwed-up, far-
sighted eye)
Catching the first glimpse of him, consequently, in the halo of the illuminating pierheads
of his own one-time infancy Joyce commences on unreeling Stephens story with portraying
him peep out from under the table fighting shy of making an apology and incurring the
corresponding dreadful plague on himself: getting his eyes carved out by ravens and eaten by
eagles. The germ of his conscientious reluctance already reared its head here, at the very
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portals of his succeding accomplishment in becoming a self-asserting individual.Right-o! Let
us conjure now up the locale where the resigning artist with the mellow resolution in his heart
and the new, second-hand clothes (p. 253) arrayed in a neat order in his portmanteau is last
recoiled from ascension in the confluence of the white arms of roads and the black arms of
tall ships, (p. 252) listening to the noise of many waters far below, flowing to and fro(13.).
Envision the full-blown artist who is just about to gather headway forward where the
murmuring tales and closing embraces of distant nations(p. 252) inveigle him from.Purely
it is like that JA-poem. On an onerous arrival. Gee! Fit then that in. Imagine him as he
sztnz merengve s okos fejvel biccent, nem reml (Attila Jzsef: Remnytelenl). If
Ireland is to become a new Ireland she must first become European. Joyce puts these words
into Padraic Colums mouth in the first act ofExiles and now when we see Stephen standing
at the end of the road abandoning himself to be shrouded and be torn away by the shadow of a
moocow of his ever-wistful longings a strange sense of deja vu seems to overcome us,
readers. Namely, that the other end of this white arm of a road shimmers in the mirage of past
reminiscences of a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo (p. 7) who would walk arm-in-arm
with his father at languorous saunters hearkening to his stories about the supernatural, white
cow referred to as moocow. It takes children across to a realm where they are alleviated and
relieved of the trifling restraints and enslavements of childhood and miraculously schooled as
heroesbefore theyre returned to their flabbergasted parents. (14.) Amen. So be it. Welcome,
O life! (p. 253.). In the dusty wake of the those long-ago paternal remonstrances about a
possible and enchanting encounter of the moocow, and a little boy, named baby tuckoo,
however, it costs us to acknowledge, in Joyces case seems to have reached a poignant
consummation. Indeed, under the direction of that cabalistic leader, that supernatural moocow
of a governor, he accedes to his protagonists yen to clear the Irish harbor heading towards the
realm of his future laurels. Aye, he did sanction him to indulge in the euphoria of becoming
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one of most outstanding inventors of overriding importance, he did permit him, nay, plenty of
rope and a festoon of additional allotments but one. Alas! It is his being debarred from ever
bending his steps homeward where the mordancy of the Irish destiny lies, and it is through
this acerbity that we know how to intuit the flavor turned into ashes on their lips, the
desperate and universal impasse of their existence forged in casting mould of Joyces era-
defining vision. There is an economic and there is a spiritual exile. There are those who left
her (Ireland) to seek the bread by which men live and there are others, nay, her most favoured
children, who left her to seek in other lands that food of the spirit by which a nation of human
beings is sustained in life(15.).
Retracing the billowing of the curlicued yarn of lines of this unfolding essay of mine we
arrive again at the familial afterimage presenting Stephen hidden under the table. Know this to
be a paralell radical like billy-oh. That his being hidden thingy. It on the tip of my thought is.
With that Stevie stuck undertable. Think, chap! Got to be poetized whatever might it be.
Something is in my mind there. With that Stevie guy retired there like under some kind of a
what-do-you-call-it. Vault or something. Or else burrow. Scratch. Better for Stevie under a
vault to be. Why keep in the world calling you him Stevie? Stevie Wonder. Blind darky. Teeth
white as driven snow. Part-time lover part-time ivory tickler. Signals sensitive teeth an artist?
WWW dot com. Poor blinds. Mine heart goes out for Stevie. Wobblin head with spangly
sunglassy and dreadlocks hovering. Lassos. Niggers would be lassoed when cotton was
easier. Welts. Grand slam. Arthur Ashe. Strived in the third set. Captured then center court.
Louis the Brass with bloated jowls. With googled eye-whites with beefy paws with bleachy
palms. Palm Beach. On Saturday Candlelight Ceremony topromote the use of the MLKMemorial Park. Luther Juniordeclaimed like a. Like a dream. To the. To the manacled of
segregation! Still see your shadowy cast! Your suit-of-ditto-cast. My dead king! The negros
finds himself in exile in his own land! (16.). Exiles. James Aloysius. Mamma mia, knock me
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down with a feather! Mutual mission! Luther King and Augustine Aloysius both messianistic
leaders forging uncreated consciences. Of theirs nation! Something like link that is is not
that my dear fellows! Hold on. Here is anpearsa aonair a bheidh ag seoladh trdla n
gairmeeilegohaonraicn igcomhphirtocht (25.). Kunta Kinte. Dolefully, once having
his leg severed warming the bench on a virginian verandah, with bent and fuzzy head,
contorted, sweaty, fly-pestered brows in the stark relief of the jittery afterglows skywards. The
mandinkas doom. Them Kaabu Empire converted to Islam and sold them into slavery to
Americas. Have the nauseates. Stephention is better than cure. Be a keeper to him first. Still.
Stephen and the million and odd. What sobriquet (26.) is that? O recurred. Stephen and the
million odd Emerald Islanders Tudor Empire coerced to Protestanism and sold the Catholics
into the confines of the penal laws.Pretty Scuttle of Coals Here! Empty! There Helluva
Flaming Tudor Fireplaces. Scratch that. The previous places you were at? The table. And
Stephen under. Sure.
No sooner had he danced, sung, taken his bows and curtain calls, received Uncle Charles
and Dantes acclamation and said in a glow that he was going to marry Eileen then he
secluded himself underthe vaultof the table and conscientiously objecting to and backing out
of offering a reasonable excuse for acting so started caricaturing the idiom of those standing
around him calling him to account with a forbiding look. Pull out his eyes/ Apologize/
Apologize/ Pull out his eyes(p. 8). On closer examination of the inward alignment of this
brief introductory phase, its being the theoreticalgolden section of the subsequent formation
of the authors personal fate seems to offset the deep tan surface of this analysis. Concerning
the definition of the golden ratio it declares that two quantities are in it if the ratio between the
sum of those quantities and the larger one is the same as the ratio between the larger one and
the smaller. Even if it is not demonstrable in numbers or cannot be derived as precisely as it
would be as a result of a mathematical implementation it is, at this stage, still more than
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feasible for us to extrapolate the configuration of Joyces later career from the series of
Stephens infantile movements on the grounds of their salient structural (re)semblance. On
your marks. Get set. Go. Refrain again. Hardly had Joyce strutted out of the nave of his
religion and potential priesthood, sung his artistic credo to Cranly, taken his bows and curtain
calls receiving his fellow students and teachers furore and said Nora in a glow that he was
intent upon commisioning her the love of his life and to absconding with her when he
secluded himself under the vault of the neutral but effervescent existence of a cosmopolitan in
Europe. Furthermore, while conscientiously objecting to and backing out of offering a
reasonable excuse for acting so he started caricaturing and polishing the idiom of the milling
crowds rallying around him and simultaneously calling him to give the encore next in line
with a startled but infatuated look on their faces. And theres an end of it! He might as well
have then said: Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow(p. 221). At the same time had but
anybody ever conjectured that it (solely) was the towering hustle of his direct surroundings he
galvanized life into he ought to, in the end, be reconciled to the fact that, while in exile in
Europe, his obsessive enthrallment all through made Ireland, its people and their history the
sovereign steerage of all of his novels and lent them their rapid propulsion. When I die
Dublin will be written in my heart(17.).Along the same lines with this obeisance,
time and again, in an even proportion, periodically, sheer and fierce criticism, acid admonition
and cruel condemnation resurface the stream of Joyces vociferous declarations and public
manifestations (18.) revealing the two-edged attitude of a man of such an incisive mind for
whom the overt defaults, the malpractises and shortcomings of the past are undisputable and
stand out like the sore, crumbling Martello tower for a floating pontoon of surveying sailors
stranded at Sandycove bay, jaded but strenuous. Insilence, with a cunningly screwed-up, far-
sighted eye to the exile Joyces future accomplishment we seem to let it assume again a
conformational propinquity, now that, which is analogous with that foregoing bay-vista.
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Retrospectively speaking, James Joyces literary exploit, performed overseas, likewise stands
out like the sore, crumbling Martello tower, unflinching, in flagrant defiance of the time
elapsed, for the surging pontoon of an island-state, standing sentinel at Sandycove bay, dismal
but staunch. The end is that.Well, all well that hides water. Recall seeing the puff pastry of a
cherub, the cloud, afloat on the milk in a depth that reached up to the sump of a sky when
pulled away the snap-lid of the well. So much I did by this enchantment fear to be yanked off.
Pulled it lickety-split back. To forget. D'fhonndearmad, astrmthair. (27.) You forget
that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a
woman(19.).
III.Wedged between the wandering rocks incarnated by the church and state ever-roaring on the Irish
territorial waters
(With the infantile then a fully-fledgedStephen tariffed by Dantes childrhyme of a stricture)
Within the brief compass of the opening phase what is intimidated through Stephens
being contemptuous and derisive of Dantes reprimand by murmuring his silent mockery lines
will reach an acrid fulfilment in the grandiose denouement when he turned the scales upon
playing a lone hand, warding off any parental, societal or eccleastical authority whatsoever.
Remember who he was. A soaring and detachment-seeker imagination. Wedged between the
wandering rocks incarnated by the church and state ever-roaring on the Irish territorial waters.
Dire straits concede I that. But that remember-who-he-was lords it over whoever reads.
Again read it. Not a bit. Okay, after all. Better resume. The childrhyme of a remonstrance
referred to by Dante comes from Isaac Watts, Protestant hymnologysts songbook, entitled
Divine Songs Attempted in Easy Language for the Use of Children and likewise has a
scriptural basis, that is Proverbs 30: 17. It is put in these words in the original: Have you not
heard what dreadful plagues/ Are threatened by the Lord/ To him that breaks his Fathers
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law/ Or mocks his mothers word?/ What heavy guilt upon him lies! How cursed is his name!
The ravens shall pick out his eyes and eagles eat the same. (20.) The message, which is
analogous with mocking, or rather slighting his mothers word and breaking, or rather
shuffling off his fathers law is couched under the imperious dialogue between Cranly and
Stephen. The integration of the novel kindles here by the provision of identical motives
planted at the very outset and at the far end of the plot.Half a tick! It was not inadvertently or
precociously done that we jolted the yeasty and declamatory personality of Stephen so rashly
from his future at that pacific stage, but for the sake of the analogy in question. Remote as the
confronted phases are rousing enough the revelation may seem that in the wake of this
Dantean curse Stephens substantive and future predestination looms up. Even though the
jinx, Dante anathemized Stephen with, that is, may he be overshadowed by wings of an eagle,
nay, may he have his eyes carved out by the beak of the same, has not come to a fruition, it
could have still sown the seeds of a furtive rapport and a for-life marvel in Stephen towards
the winged wayfarers of the pale space of sky above (p. 224.) hovering overhead,
squawking, and flitting into the thin air higher than where the dozing goliath sentinels, the
wandering rocks bow with their crumbling head, loitering and reclining against each other in
the harbor like those vinous convives, Joyce once knew as Dubliners. Let us have them
synthetically termed then in a Joycean fashion: Ireland, is sober when Ireland is
stiff.(21).What was meant as an imprecation, nay as a deterrent, in effect, brought forthan entirely anthitetical longing, a personal wish that becomes father to the thought of the
yearning artist wistfully, wide-eyed stargazing the dark, quivering bodies of the birds flying
clearly against a limp-hung cloth of smoky tenuous blue, circling about a temple of air(p.
224). Birds,unlike man, are in the order of their life and have not perverted that order by
reason. A satisfaction it was for him to have his ears soothed by the inhuman clamour they
made, in which his mothers sobs and reproches murmured insistently and to have his
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eyes soothed by their swerving around an airy temple of the tenuous sky, which still saw the
image of his mothers face (p. 224). As it happens, it was his mother, whose entreaty relative
to the Easter duty Stephen had peremptorily repudiated vowing I will not serve (p. 239). In
exclaiming so he essentially disawoved his Church authority over his walk of life how great
potency soever it may have formerly had. The curl of Cranlys lips, however, is rather telltale
and prevents us from hypothesizing this not being a forswearing done so unequivocally, a
negation of a mind that attempts to invalidate and eradicate all of which it is so fundamentally
suffused with. Being the untimely canto of human spirit, that cannot be gainsaid and ascends
from the lips like tribal pyre-smoke emanating heavenwards, the deployment of the soul,
grown as thick as the droning and feathery reed-plots, standing at a martial attention, like the
crusaders flagstaffs or clerical scarfs in vestrical armoires, rustling about the time of early
days, religion is the lulling, the lavender and diagonal waves in the water-course of the
history of humankind. In reply, sagaciously, Cranly thus spoke: It is a curious thing how
your mind is supersaturated with the religion in which you say you disbelieve (p.240). The
profoundity of his interlocking and the severity of his obsession notwithstanding, Joyce
couldnt make his protagonist not mellow the resolve to leave his much-loved and much-
despised country behind. He represented Stephen as the scion who periodically comes to
slight his mothers word since the image of a tr dhchais caoin, urramach (28.), nurturing
his citizens was that of an old sow eating her farrow in Joyces eyes, a porcine beldam,
whom a pist fin(29.) had strayed away from in the hour of needand to whomthey were
called back once, in loneliness and exile, they had at least learned to love (22.).
Furthermore, he represented Stephen as the descendant who had gradually managed to
extricate himself in body (but not in mind) from the sprawling, skittish metropolis of a Baile
tha Cliath (30.), or in a wider sense, from the holdfast with arms (or wings?) pinioned
behind him by a nisin (31.) comprising those hopeless, useless and disconsistent rs (32.)
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of charlatans (Joyce recited this while at a Berlitz school in Trieste in order to teach English
to Italians in 1922) that Joyce ever came across on an oilen(33.), or on the continent. And
last but no least Stephen also impresses us at the endgame, in the course of the conversation
held between Cranly and him, as a soul who, by the mettle of his determination, would stall
even cairdeas (34.) off and would fly in the face of the throes that may start skulking around
ones solitary heart in ones detachment.I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another
or to leave whatever I have to leave. Im not afraid to make a mistake, a saoil dearmad (35.),
and perhaps as long as an eternity (p. 246). Mellowing-stopping that accented, pristine-
looking idiom to the magyar heart seems. tha, nisin, rs and all. Compared the English
slur to that gawping -sounds. No slur meant though. Upon this here this means mistake that
dearmad word. Tell you what. Spooky resembleance is that. Dearmad. Diarmaid. Eureka!
Diarmaid made dire a dearmad.An dearmadchianaosta (36.). Mine dear mad kitchen maid!
Out of the window with stripped potato jackets and apple parings along, my own Murchadha,
you threw yournisin onto the rubbish-heap. Shame to your ashes! Take a leaf out, lets say,
Ashes book!
IV. On the fringe of the line his eyes were weak and watery
(with a clongowean Stephen in the possession of the leases of revealing visualities)
1.Tap. Tap. Taptatap. Tap. Taptatap.
Let him pass now! Let the heartened-up, the resigned, the frustrated, the undergrad, nay,
the grownup, the leery, the high-minded, the assertvie, the giddy-paced, the starry-eyed, the
recalcitrant, the evanescent, the hell-bent-on-leaving, the would-to-heaven-to-arrive Stephen
come off guard now giving way and allowing his filial himself to belay the rope of this story-
telling now around the ledge that overlooks the sweeping valley of his long-before-seen
childhood covered by vineyards and broken up by lines of cyprus trees. Made a sweep clean.
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Put all his rags in one sentence. Funny enough in these all he is in me. Every attire makes
sense, come to think ofem. These epithets like attires act. Who writes acts like. Who writes
acts like tire-women. Who writes acts like tire-women to manikins. Endows the nude torso of
thrill with the mantle of what. Dauber you are. Hope not. Question remains. What time
recalcitrant though that Stevo? Liked that word badly. Citrant. Like some exotic. Some, say,
some exotic something. Think. Bah! Thats dubiety tommyroty. You wrote that and right did
it. That easy to see that Stevo is recalcitrant. Everyone is like someone sometimes in some
wise. But he a mimosae is to boot. Right. Tap on. Tap. Tap. Taptatap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tapta.
Tapta. Taptatatatap. Let ice e! See how out what you tapped thaws. Funny though. I reads
mean: Once having completed the roll-up of the all the respects the first brief phase
necessitated and entailed its high time for us to yield to the Clongowean student venturing to
the fore.Right, you, Marty are. Tap on. As stated afore Joyces intelinks the parts of his story
while following the scents on the path beaten by a sensitive Stephens wavering ahead,
concussed by the blows a delicate and impressionable psyche driven by the counterrotating
cog-wheels of excessive responsiveness is subject to be seized with. And while he lets the
shafts of Stephens perception seep through the momentous historical, religious and political
interferences also infiltrates into the pores of the text. An example I want, talker! At my
command I am. Stephen once having pushed through from under the dining table resigned
from the family, leaving off of the bonds of parental shielding to find himself alone in the
pale and chilly evening air. He kept on the fringe of his line, out of the sight of his prefect,
out of the reach of the rude feet, feigning to run now and then. He felt his body small and
weak amid the throng of the players and his eyes were weak and watery (p. 8).By every
indication Stephen has broken away from the rest of those vivacious brats, his classmates,
footballing with a reckless abandon. O that figures! Thinks he therefore to be a namby-pamby
seems he. Off the heat of that game. But, but, water-butt! In the heat of the game projected in
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vision or how I shall put it. Sorta universal stuff. Put that down. The particular and
indispensible exterior and objective position is what is imperative for an artist and here it is
ensured by Stephens urge to beat a hasty retreat facing his mates unusual release of energy
in the press of their fight for the greasy leather orb flowing like a heavy bird through the
grey light (p. 8).It is that so-to-said outlying localization that is instrumental in Joyce being
able to take possession of the leases of the revealing visuality of the football match through
Stephens eyes so that he could negotiate its real significance by means of the poetic
description. Seen through the haze of the artistic, the aesthetical distance the leather balls
with its sagging tatters flicking across the sky in the wake of the grass-tained sweep of an
infantile will jolly well appears to be a fluttering bird being on the wing against the gray
firmament that gives bed and board to the winged. The association of ideas is set off here by
delineating an object strayed to a quasi incongruous territory and ostensibly assuming the
qualities of the entity that by necessity belongs there. The flying ball is endowed and
animatedwith a bird-like quality through the poetic contrasting, the reason being it fluttering
with its floppy patches in order to be able to keep up floating as birds do. Yep. Carry on! As a
matter of course, it is also inherent in the existence of a ball to be ad interim air-bound. The
bird and the ball having a mutual basis for comparison and the artist being on the
contemplative side of the fence and having the mandatory withdrawn attitude together opens
the door, or rather, in this instance, the sky for us to broaden the scope of our apprehension
concerning certain objects by his uniting them in the course of the creative depiction and
rendering their inherent linkage perceptible. Likened to a juddering warbler of the skies the
leather ball significance is intensified and is made to exceed its intrinsic limits. It comes to be
the celestial herald of the boys radial exhiliration, prancing temperament, or the yet-
slumbering ambitions of their imminent and awkward adolescence.
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II. On the fence of his self-imposed detachements at zero altitude
a) Pronto, pronto, Mrs Fatica! Put me through to his brittle psyche!
Let us now see further examples of Joyces providing us with revalatory insights intoStephens self-simmering speculations. Having the sundry niches of the narrative space at his
disposal perpetually partitioned off what his much sought-after aspiration appears to be is his
finding the wherewithals to be able to beckon his protagonist of brittle psyche in and
rendering a solo act of the overall orchestration of the span of the distinct chapters. Lets see
going. Lets see going. Lets. Gone! Gotcha! Sttben bjkl gondolat! (37.) No quarter!
Haw-Haw! Guffaw. Goofy fawn. Underhooves I you have. All one. Let us take the case of the
clammy-handed, frothy-browed and indisposed Stephen indulged in hazy chimeras in the
infirmary. That the fey clongowist beholds through the rippling waves of the hearth, cast on
the wall in the shape of the prancing but shadowed sea-fire, the flickering but elegiac
pageantry of past heroes, is again, what one considers an objective, an epiphanistical vision
pertaining to creative fancy impreganated by the manifestation in line. Manifestation.
Moneyfestation. Money, money, money. Always sunny.In the rich mans world. Aha-ahaaa.Must be funny. Ahaaa. Hey, you, Anni-Frid and Agnetha! My cutie singing-birdies! A bitty
thicky thatty is! I mean, from a historical angle, at present, far that from the truth is. Though
being a well-to-do person of royal intelligence, say, in Charles Parnells world was not it
always sunny. And funny. Ya, Swedish gals, know that? Thats Ire-land! Ahaaa! Nothing
doing. Likker absorbs wampum here. Through this vision of Stephens the mercurial Joyce, an
author of resource, piercingly illuminates the subdued but unrescindable memory of the death
of the king, Charles Parnell, for whom his fathers eyes were full of tears and Mr. Casey
sobbed loudly and bitterly(p. 40). More a lot on that later. Promise! Bye. And now
something else.Munkatrsam mr a vonalban trelmetlenkedik. (38.). Pronto, pronto Miss
Fatica! (39.).
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realize. A sizzling flush. Like stuck pigs they looking and looking. Roots of hair getting pins.
Stareem out. Only chance. So, as I mentioned, dear guests of ours. Quit wry-smiling, chit!
Im going to read out to our guests from the painters (author!) personal memoirs inviting you
to go up-stage of what came to be depicted here on these beautious multifold panel pictures.
And a lisping ducky at that! Would I not employ tongue-tied guidesses. No way! Know a good
speech clinic missus! It is as follows: The fellows laughed. In the silence of the soft grey air
he heard the cricket bats: pock. That was a sound to hear but if you were hit then you would
feel a pain. He looked at Athys rolled up sleeves and knuckly inky hands. He had rolled up
his sleeves to show how Mr. Gleeson (p. 45). Glass with care, ladies and gents! For fear he
should feel even the pocks of the cricket bats a pain. Ecco! The flare-up lights of a sensitive
psyche, pardon my French, guide us in interpreting the world-around depicted from a
cosmeticizing distance. What ails ya about them French? By the way, them flare-up lights I
wish showed us around hundred times more than you missus once. Kinda wicked. Bvlgari. Ill
be bound that someone has it. Cosmeticizing? Jesus! Gloryfying distance or something about
the same like. Heavens, about she is to read on.
c) Elutriating the universal residue. Ahaaa! Clear as mud
- Or, to proceed on, folks, a couple of reminiscences highlithing upon the times of his first
communion: God was put on the altar in the middle of flowers and candles at benediction.
When the rector had stooped down to give him the holy communion he had smelt a faint winy
smell off the rectors breath after the wine of the mass (p.46). Is he, whom the protagonist is
a dispatch of, the author, is he the only one, ladies and gents, who is capable to notice that the
altar is festooned with flowers and twinkling candles? Or the winy touch of a breath that
shortly before were steaming up the chalice-brim of the covenant? Youre right maam! The
drab-hatted ladys bowing her tepid assent evocative of her scepticism and reveals her just
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deliberation over what I would term as the collective capacity of any of us in discerning the
like phenomena aforementioned. Notwithstanding these awakening and smiling acquiscences
I can see lighting upon your faces all around, there is only a measure of justice in their
asserting the authors being on an akin, on-par basis with the sensations of the ordinary
intellect. What? Ease her, missus! The counterrotating cogs of overeaction permitting, the
author is, in my esteem, the elective one for the possession of the special caliber necessitated
in the appraisal of his and the general human experience and, subsequently in, though with
frenzied efforts, elutriating its universal residue.Ahaaa! Clear as mud. Though a point there,
missus. Must be a drop in her eye. O. Wicked. It is the author, dear habitus, who is the
partaker of the tranmissivity and the discernment, by the means of which human experience is
susceptible of creative summation and the ensuing improvement. He is not only capable of
noticing those flowers on the altar-cloth, but of espying the age-old human manner of
wreathing garlands of vigilant gladiolis and admonitory tapers, or, if you like, the priests in-
flame index-fingers around the altar-bound and intangible divine presence. Jesus! That
guidess is set! Regularly set! Furthermore, relative to the wine,I believe, he is the one, again,
who, with a grim sense of foreboding, gets, in a flash, imbued by the qualms of a potential
macabre interrelationship between the wine that, when misused by a skewed intent, discolors
the actuating conscience and the one that, when nominated by a sacred presence to be the
drink of life, transubstantiates into be the blood of the same. Such a thing? Went over my
head. Riddle me this. Take I will a running jump after this long-distance ducky.
d) Being adrift on the hazy waterway of fiction. Whom ya are at aiming, my luv?
As for me to avoid keeping your eyes too long off from the delectable pictures by mine
long-drawn soliloquies of these, let me be allowed, folks, to bring it to an end by reciting the
last diary-excerpt. Wo! He passed along the narrow dark corridor. He peered in front of him
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and right and left through the gloom and thought that they were portraits of of the saints and
great men of the order who were looking down on him silently as he passed (p.56). What
rises here to view as an unprecedented feature of our observations is rather peculiar to an
introspective, testy errant of a protagonist. Gently does it missus!By roster!Word and word
about! Being entitled by his ventursome maker of an author to regard his own mind as, if you
like, the zero altitude, which all the heights of the outside world are correlated to and lend
their order of importance for him in accordance with their respective measure of that
correlation, consequently, in this novel it is Stephens, the protagonists consciousness that
acts as the organizing nucleus of symmetry.I like that cutie!Make a mental note let me there!
Joyce seems to leave no stone unturned to let his hero spin the events of the daily round in his
very mind and the kinetic energy evaporating from that subliminal latitude as perpetually
tenaciously and yet airily weaves the reality of experience(p.253) around the bobbin of a
finger of the protagonist as a spinning-wheel rotates its spokes and whiskery yarn when
driven by apaced feet. Would you, missus, try corroborating that one more time for, say, for
good measure? For sure a legal claim that is. Please, do. Step this way, please. From here we
can get a clear view of Stephen on the dim hallway. Go ahead, sir, just safely cant that railing.
Go ahead, sir just safely. Refrain from pummeling. Butter him up. Sure. And comb ere my
hair missus for what. So it goes. Vonnegut. Still the better I dig her. For Stephen, artist in the
bud, adrift on the gloomy hallway of his self-speculations next astern, it is an embryonary
sense of a special embassy what kindles while feeling the weight of his succeeding mission
under the vigilant tableau of the those who already went to their account after a meritorius
life. She must mean Ricci, Loyola, Xavier Gonzaga, Kostka and the rest of them so fulfilled
the Jesuits were. Sure, missus.You on the ball are. For Joyce, adrift on the hazy waterway of
fiction, artist in the bloom, or Bloom with a capital b, if you like, a juvenile sense of a special
embassy kindles, while feeling the weight of a succeeding delegation under the imaginary
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tableau of the those, who already went to their account after a laudable life in experimenting
with making their central figures mind more or less the determinative force of their novels.
Interesting! Whom ya are at aiming, my luv? An entrant Stephens adventures meant for
Joyce in his unbounded probing into the till-then uncharted depths of a potential guidance
proffered on a silver tray by the all-important counsciousness of his character (s). Ahaaa!
Ahaaa! Right on! A woman of an angel she is. Always sunny. And a Joyce-connoisseur to
boot. Cant place you, my ducky! His major precursor, who had first used in his novel entitled
Les Lauriers sont coups in 1888 those interior monologues that initiated the incommunicably
affluent bonanza of widely and, if you like, wildly diverse facilities for the smith of a story-
teller in his forging in the smithy of his soul, was douard Dujardin, a gaul crivain
deuxieme (42.) (23.). My sweet, I just cant hack your if-you-likes any more. Say it flat! A
proposito! Tthat again run by me, luv, who that? douard who? Petiska? Sure not. Mole-
hills. Critics asseverates, however, that the tradition of stream of consciousness- the very issue
under investigation- is not so much untapped as it is hoary and is of great antiguity in the
history of fiction.(24.) Joyce's major innovation was to carry the interior monologue one step
further by rendering, for the first time in literature, the myriad flow of
impressions...Methinks...half thoughts...that this...associations...pretty little
linaria...lapses...or narcissus...and hesitations...or you name it... incidental worries...who she
really resemblesI really wonder... and sudden impulses...Gee! I got it! A svelte sunflower she
is like!...that form part of the individual's conscious awareness along with the trend of his
rational thoughts (25.).Joyce, like Flaubert isolate the words of his sentences, examining
them in all their unusual bearings. When composing idioms out of them he wishes to attract
our attention to the parody or mockery that in posse lie in these coinages. (26.) And theres
the end of it! So these are the autobiographical particulars, which the author so to say, pardon
my French, establish the underlay the roofing and the masonry upon, in order for the structure
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of his multiple vision to be underpinned, eleven feet high, and to have it translated into the
keen-edged remembrance of the past conglowean among others! Step she is to by me. Stand
by me Bvlgari! That so yir little parfume, missus! My senses ya made, watch out, cutie,
reeled. The bus is to leave at 6 sharp. 20 to 6 it is. So Id emphatically request everyone to get
done with viewing in five minutes before 6 and let us assemble by the front door! Thanks!
Oh-oo-oh. Do not mention it. You're in the army. Oh-oo-oh. In the army now. Eye eye G.I.
Jane! We by the front door will be. Stand-to!See mention must be made, though, now The
Status Quo of what miss ducky said about them hazy waterways of fiction or the blazes what it
were. Pitched it she too high though. Vehement. Redolent with Bvlgari. Ill bound be. Brought
the same from Madrid for the yoke-fellow. Gorgeous splash of galanga, and vodka drizzled
over notes of iris and dark chocolate. Read it every morning on the bath-shelf though.
Whataver. Oh-oo-oh. Scratch that just right now. As it so good now. In her arms I now. Oh-
oo-oh. Thats the status quo.
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CHAPTER III.
I.The self-devouring perfidies of unleashed poltergeists with battering rams, pounding
(with a clongowean Stephen and the hundred and odd stooping students)
1A rather copious but systematic view of an abduction
And now, dear readers we solemnly commence our rappel towards our mutual
inheritance, the past, through the malleable shafts of recollection. Light carburetted
hydrogen. Hare off. Into the underworld harewise in fobbed waistcoat. The clongowean
Stephen, Joyces little gillie aids him in setting the scene in pursuance of the anatomy of an
extinct, stuporous age of ones early life, the little one, whom face his own physiognomy are
emblazoned on, whose motions, attributes and sentiments are modeled after his and whose
reanimated presence is asine qua non for him to restitute the dry-rotten keel of thepast, the
vertebrae of the boat of oblivion afloat on the billows of the mulish passing. The past is
consumed in the present, and the present is living only because it brings forth the future
(p.251). This vehicle of the past is markedly of volatile stability and even if only for an
instant, is to be re-established for fear the dark, bulky mass, slowly being hove astern,
impregnated, should keel over and be awashed hissing toward the watery gate. Back all! It
allows of no delay! The writer by definiton must be such an itinerant with a fisted depth-
recorder who gets beyond his present-day depth and not only does he venture beyond the
domain of his personal matters-as they stand-but also transcends the margin of his nations
bygones and not letting them be bygones he conjugates the universal experience to the
individual and vica versa. What if that you narrowed? Aye. As in the case of Joyces Ireland
the road towards the corporate recollection happens to be a gigantic, stonewalled causeway
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formed by the flow of lava of an unleashed malignancy adjoining to the crape-black sea of the
past and rank treacheries into which Irish precipitated Irish with one countryman having a
weight hung round the anothers neck. A millstone better they would have been off wearing
about their necks! Verily them I think of as them maiming their little ones. My, unrelenting
rage. Have pity on them! What they were doing didnt they then know. And in spite of
everything Ireland remains the brain of the Kingdom. The Irish, condemned to express
themselves in a language no their own, have stamped on it the mark of their own genius and
compete for glory with the civilized nations. This is then called English literature. (Joyce
recited this an other vignettes while at the Berlitz school in Trieste in 1922). So there! It is
here in Clongowes that Joyce first makes his little back-room boy throughout the wizardry of
his summonings what has passed confront with the bearings of the case relative to the Irish
paying the interests of the high money of their insurmountable loggerhead twist, their age-old
leaning towards musterin