Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 5
AfterapauseStephenbegan:
—Aristotlehasnotdefinedpityandterror.Ihave.IsayLynchhaltedandsaidbluntly:
—Stop!Iwon’tlisten!Iamsick.IwasoutlastnightonayellowdrunkwithHoranandGoggins.
Stephenwenton:
—Pityisthefeelingwhicharreststhemindinthepresenceofwhatsoeverisgraveandconstantinhumansufferingsandunitesitwiththehumansufferer.Terroristhefeelingwhicharreststhemindinthepresenceofwhatsoeverisgraveandconstantinhumansufferingsandunitesitwiththesecretcause.
—Repeat,saidLynch.
Stephenrepeatedthedefinitionsslowly.
—Agirlgotintoahansomafewdaysago,hewenton,inLondon.Shewasonherwaytomeethermotherwhomshehadnotseenformanyyears.Atthecornerofastreettheshaftofalorryshiveredthewindowofthehansomintheshapeofastar.Alongfineneedleoftheshiveredglasspiercedherheart.Shediedontheinstant.Thereportercalleditatragicdeath.Itisnot.Itisremotefromterrorandpityaccordingtothetermsofmydefinitions.
—Thetragicemotion,infact,isafacelookingtwoways,towardsterrorandtowardspity,bothofwhicharephasesofit.YouseeIusethewordARREST.Imeanthatthetragicemotionisstatic.Orratherthedramaticemotionis.Thefeelingsexcitedbyimproperartarekinetic,desireorloathing.