Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 5
Itleadsyououtofthemazeintoanewgaudylecture-roomwhereMacCann,withonehandonTHEORIONOFSPECIESandtheotherhandonthenewtestament,tellsyouthatyouadmiredthegreatflanksofVenusbecauseyoufeltthatshewouldbearyouburlyoffspringandadmiredhergreatbreastsbecauseyoufeltthatshewouldgivegoodmilktoherchildrenandyours.
—ThenMacCannisasulphur-yellowliar,saidLynchenergetically.
—Thereremainsanotherwayout,saidStephen,laughing.
—Towit?saidLynch.
—Thishypothesis,Stephenbegan.
AlongdrayladenwitholdironcameroundthecornerofSirPatrickDun’shospitalcoveringtheendofStephen’sspeechwiththeharshroarofjangledandrattlingmetal.Lynchclosedhisearsandgaveoutoathafteroathtillthedrayhadpassed.Thenheturnedonhisheelrudely.Stephenturnedalsoandwaitedforafewmomentstillhiscompanion’sill-humourhadhaditsvent.
—Thishypothesis,Stephenrepeated,istheotherwayout:that,thoughthesameobjectmaynotseembeautifultoallpeople,allpeoplewhoadmireabeautifulobjectfindinitcertainrelationswhichsatisfyandcoincidewiththestagesthemselvesofallestheticapprehension.Theserelationsofthesensible,visibletoyouthroughoneformandtomethroughanother,mustbethereforethenecessaryqualitiesofbeauty.Now,wecanreturntoouroldfriendsaintThomasforanotherpennyworthofwisdom.