Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 5
Lynchmadeagrimaceattherawgreyskyandsaid:
—IfIamtolistentoyourestheticphilosophygivemeatleastanothercigarette.Idon’tcareaboutit.Idon’tevencareaboutwomen.Damnyouanddamneverything.Iwantajoboffivehundredayear.Youcan’tgetmeone.
Stephenhandedhimthepacketofcigarettes.Lynchtookthelastonethatremained,sayingsimply:
—Proceed!
—Aquinas,saidStephen,saysthatisbeautifultheapprehensionofwhichpleases.
Lynchnodded.
—Irememberthat,hesaid,PULCRASUNTQUAEVISAPLACENT.—HeusesthewordVISA,saidStephen,tocoverestheticapprehensionsofallkinds,whetherthroughsightorhearingorthroughanyotheravenueofapprehension.Thisword,thoughitisvague,isclearenoughtokeepawaygoodandevilwhichexcitedesireandloathing.Itmeanscertainlyastasisandnotakinesis.Howaboutthetrue?Itproducesalsoastasisofthemind.Youwouldnotwriteyournameinpencilacrossthehypotenuseofaright-angledtriangle.
—No,saidLynch,givemethehypotenuseoftheVenusofPraxiteles.
—Statictherefore,saidStephen.Plato,Ibelieve,saidthatbeautyisthesplendouroftruth.Idon’tthinkthatithasameaning,butthetrueandthebeautifulareakin.