Портрет художника в юности
Chapter 5
Lynchlaughed.
—Itamusesmevastly,hesaid,tohearyouquotinghimtimeaftertimelikeajollyroundfriar.Areyoulaughinginyoursleeve?
—MacAlister,answeredStephen,wouldcallmyesthetictheoryappliedAquinas.Sofarasthissideofestheticphilosophyextends,Aquinaswillcarrymeallalongtheline.Whenwecometothephenomenaofartisticconception,artisticgestation,andartisticreproductionIrequireanewterminologyandanewpersonalexperience.
—Ofcourse,saidLynch.AfterallAquinas,inspiteofhisintellect,wasexactlyagoodroundfriar.Butyouwilltellmeaboutthenewpersonalexperienceandnewterminologysomeotherday.Hurryupandfinishthefirstpart.
—Whoknows?saidStephen,smiling.PerhapsAquinaswouldunderstandmebetterthanyou.Hewasapoethimself.HewroteahymnforMaundyThursday.ItbeginswiththewordsPANGELINGUAGLORIOSI.Theysayitisthehighestgloryofthehymnal.Itisanintricateandsoothinghymn.Ilikeit;butthereisnohymnthatcanbeputbesidethatmournfulandmajesticprocessionalsong,theVEXILLAREGISofVenantiusFortunatus.
Lynchbegantosingsoftlyandsolemnlyinadeepbassvoice:
IMPLETASUNTQUAECONCINIT
DAVIDFIDELICARMINE
DICENDONATIONIBUS
REGNAVITALIGNODEUS.
—That’sgreat!hesaid,wellpleased.