Портрет художника в юності
Chapter 2
Thesunlightbreaking-suddenlyonhissightturnedtheskyandcloudsintoafantasticworldofsombremasseswithlakelikespacesofdarkrosylight.Hisverybrainwassickandpowerless.Hecouldscarcelyinterpretthelettersofthesignboardsoftheshops.Byhismonstrouswayoflifeheseemedtohaveputhimselfbeyondthelimitsofreality.Nothingmovedhimorspoketohimfromtherealworldunlessheheardinitanechooftheinfuriatedcrieswithinhim.Hecouldrespondtonoearthlyorhumanappeal,dumbandinsensibletothecallofsummerandgladnessandcompanionship,weariedanddejectedbyhisfather’svoice.Hecouldscarcelyrecognizeashisownthoughts,andrepeatedslowlytohimself:
—IamStephenDedalus.IamwalkingbesidemyfatherwhosenameisSimonDedalus.WeareinCork,inIreland.Corkisacity.OurroomisintheVictoriaHotel.VictoriaandStephenandSimon.SimonandStephenandVictoria.Names.
Thememoryofhischildhoodsuddenlygrewdim.Hetriedtocallforthsomeofitsvividmomentsbutcouldnot.Herecalledonlynames.Dante,Parnell,Clane,Clongowes.Alittleboyhadbeentaughtgeographybyanoldwomanwhokepttwobrushesinherwardrobe.
