—I must go—he said softly and benevolently—I have a strong suspicion, amounting almost to a conviction, that my sister intended to make pancakes today for the dinner of the Donovan family.—
—Goodbye—Stephen said in his wake.—Don't forget the turnips for me and my mate.—
Lynch gazed after him, his lip curling in slow scorn till his face resembled a devil's mask:
—To think that that yellow pancake eating excrement can get a good job—he said at length—and I have to smoke cheap cigarettes!—
They turned their faces towards Merrion Square and went for a little in silence.
—To finish what I was saying about beauty—said Stephen—the most satisfying relations of the sensible must therefore correspond to the necessary phases of artistic apprehension. Find these and you find the qualities of universal beauty. Aquinas says: Ad pulcritudinem tria requiruntur integritas, consonantia, claritas. I translate it so: Three things are needed for beauty, wholeness, harmony and radiance. Do these correspond to the phases of apprehension? Are you following?—
—Of course, I am—said Lynch.—If you think I have an excrementitious intelligence run after Donovan and ask him to listen to you.—
Stephen pointed to a basket which a butcher's boy had slung inverted on his head.
—Look at that basket—he said.
—I see it—said Lynch.
—In order to see that basket—said Stephen—your mind first of all separates the basket from the rest of the visible universe which is not the basket. The first
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