Портрет художника в юності
Chapter 5
HeturnedagaintoStephenandsaidinawhisper:
—DoyoubelieveinJesus?Ibelieveinman.Ofcourse,Idon’tknowifyoubelieveinman.Iadmireyou,sir.Iadmirethemindofmanindependentofallreligions.IsthatyouropinionaboutthemindofJesus?
—Goon,Temple,saidthestoutruddystudent,returning,aswashiswont,tohisfirstidea,thatpintiswaitingforyou.—HethinksI’manimbecile,TempleexplainedtoStephen,becauseI’mabelieverinthepowerofmind.
CranlylinkedhisarmsintothoseofStephenandhisadmirerandsaid:
—NOSADMANUMBALLUMJOCABIMUS.
Stephen,intheactofbeingledaway,caughtsightofMacCann’sflushedblunt-featuredface.
—Mysignatureisofnoaccount,hesaidpolitely.Youarerighttogoyourway.Leavemetogomine.
—Dedalus,saidMacCanncrisply,Ibelieveyou’reagoodfellowbutyouhaveyettolearnthedignityofaltruismandtheresponsibilityofthehumanindividual.
Avoicesaid:
—Intellectualcrankeryisbetteroutofthismovementthaninit.
Stephen,recognizingtheharshtoneofMacAlister’svoicedidnotturninthedirectionofthevoice.Cranlypushedsolemnlythroughthethrongofstudents,linkingStephenandTemplelikeacelebrantattendedbyhisministersonhiswaytothealtar.
