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Hair on end. As he and others see me. Who chose this face for me? This dogsbody to rid of vermin. It asks me too. It does her all right. The aunt always keeps plainlooking servants for Malachi. Lead him not into temptation. And her name is Ursula. Laughing again, he brought the mirror away from Stephen's peering eyes. If Wilde were only alive to see you!

Drawing back and pointing, Stephen said with bitterness: The cracked looking-glass of a servant. Buck Mulligan suddenly linked his arm in Stephen's and walked with him round the tower, his razor and mirror clacking in the pocket where he had thrust them. God knows you have more spirit than any of them. Parried again. He fears the lancet of my art as I fear that of his. The cold steelpen. Tell that to the oxy chap downstairs and touch him for a guinea.

He's stinking with money and thinks you're not a gentleman. His old fellow made his tin by selling jalap to Zulus or some bloody swindle or other. God, Kinch, if you and I could only work together we might do something for the island. Hellenise it. Cranly's arm. His arm. I'm the only one that knows what you are.

Why don't you trust me more? What have you up your nose against me? Is it Haines? If he makes any noise here I'll bring down Seymour and we'll give him a ragging worse than they gave Clive Kempthorpe. Young shouts of moneyed voices in Clive Kempthorpe's rooms.

O, I shall expire!

Break the news to her gently, Aubrey! I shall die! With slit ribbons of his shirt whipping the air he hops and hobbles round the table, with trousers down at heels, chased by Ades of Magdalen with the tailor's shears. A scared calf's face gilded with marmalade.

I don't want to be debagged! Don't you play the giddy ox with me! Shouts from the open window startling evening in the quadrangle. A deaf gardener, aproned, masked with Matthew Arnold's face, pushes his mower on the sombre lawn watching narrowly the dancing motes of grasshalms. To ourselves There's nothing wrong with him except at night.

Buck Mulligan asked impatiently. Cough it up. I'm quite frank with you. What have you against me now? They halted, looking towards the blunt cape of Bray Head that lay on the water like the snout of a sleeping whale.

Stephen freed his arm quietly. Buck Mulligan answered. I don't remember anything. He looked in Stephen's face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

Stephen, depressed by his own voice, said: Buck Mulligan frowned quickly and said: I can't remember anything. I remember only ideas and sensations. What happened in the name of God? Your mother and some visitor came out of the drawingroom. She asked you who was in your room. What did I say?

I forget. A flush which made him seem younger and more engaging rose to Buck Mulligan's cheek. What harm is that? He shook his constraint from him nervously. You saw only your mother die. I see them pop off every day in the Mater and Richmond and cut up into tripes in the dissectingroom.

It's a beastly thing and nothing else. It simply doesn't matter. You wouldn't kneel down to pray for your mother on her deathbed when she asked you. Because you have the cursed jesuit strain in you, only it's injected the wrong way. To me it's all a mockery and beastly. Her cerebral lobes are not functioning.

She calls the doctor sir Peter Teazle and picks buttercups off the quilt. Humour her till it's over. You crossed her last wish in death and yet you sulk with me because I don't whinge like some hired mute from Lalouette's. I suppose I did say it. I didn't mean to offend the memory of your mother. He had spoken himself into boldness. This is consoling for the individual, rotary within his narrow orbit, but he loses something by not being obliged to rub shoulders with all sorts of fellow-citizens.

In the Dublin of such ignorance was virtually impossible. Civic and nationaJ politics played a prominent part in Dublin life and hovered in the background of nearly every conversation. Thus, in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Stephen's first Christmas dinner ends in disaster between the clashing rocks of politics and religion.

His mother appeals: The hostess's appeals are unheeded. He stared before him out of his dark flaming eyes, repeating: Dedalus rose quickly and followed her towards the door. We crushed him to deathl Fiend! The betrayal of Parnell is, in fact, one of the themes of the work and there are many allusions to such national leaders as O'Connell, Emmet, Wolfe Tone.

But the author of Ulysses, in this as in other matters, shows no bias; he introduces politicaf themes because they llre inherent in the Dublin scene, and also because they illustrate one of the motifs of Ulysses, the betrayal or defeat of the man ot mettle by the treachery ot the hydra-headed rabble.

As far as his own outlook on these matters can be appraised, it is that ot weariness and disgust. Dedalus is but a year older and has not yet outgrown his rancour and disillusionment. In he is only twenty-two years of age; Ulysses was written in Trieste-Zurich-Paris between the years and , when its author was remote both in time and place from the experiences of his adolescence and could exercise the detachment which remoteness.

This ironical indifference is well illustrated by the Cyclops episode q. Moreover, by way of counterpoise to the fanaticism of most of the Dubliners and the bitterness of young Stephen, who cannot fOIgive his church or country for his loss of faith in them, we have the placid commentary of sensible Mr Bloom, whose considered opinion seems to be that one government is, in general, as good or bad as another.

This obsession has, in the case of Ulysses, led! Ulysses is the story of a day in the lite- of a Dubliner undistinguished by any particular virtue or vice, a kind-hearted,. Introduction moderately educated, mildly sensual, not even really vulgar, small-business man, who in the course of this day comes across a certain number of foul-mouthed persons, whose tongues have been loosened by drink, generally in public:. Towards midnight he finds himself in a brothel, where he has gone to protect the young man for whom he feels a paternal solicitude.

There both he and Stephen, the former rendered suggesbble by fatigue, the latter by intoxication, yield themselves to the ambiance and, like the Homeric wanderers, temporan1y partake of the bestial atmosphere of Circe's den. In this episode there are passages, appropriate to the cadre and to the partial collapse of inhibitions, in" which the animal nature of man is laid bare in a manner never. Still there is nothing "indecent" in it, if the framers of the Irish Censorship Bill correctly construed indecency as "anything calculated to excite sexual passion".

These passages are, in fact, cathartic and calculated to allay rather than to excite the sexual instincts. In the last episode of all we hear, through the mouth of Mrs Bloom, the voice of Gaea-TeIlus, the Great Mother, speaking-the goddess whom the Romans invoked by sinking their arms dewnward to the Earth. Her function is what Hermes Trismegistus styled "the duty of procreation, which the God of Universal Nature has imposed for ever on all beings, and to which He has attnbuted the supremest charity, joy, delight, longing and divinest love'?

As for Hamlet "there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so", so Mrs Bloom makes short work of such cerebral distinctions. Wysses, page It is, of course, no defence of obscenity to say that nature is obscene.

However, obscenity has its niche in the scheme of things and a picture of life in which this element was ignored or suppressed would be incomplete, like the home without Plumtree's Potted Meat.

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? In practice we find that nearly all great works, from the Bible onwards, which treat of the universe as a whole and discover a coherence in all God's works, have to include some obscenity in their presentation of the phenomena of life. It cannot be too strongly emphasized that the object of the author of Ulysses was to present an msthetic image of the world, a sublimation of that cri de coour in which the art of creation begins.

The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. Desire urges us to possess, to go to something; loathing urges us to abandon, to go from something. The arts which excite them, pomographical or didactic, are therefore improper arts.

Introduction Such a conception ot the tunction ot the artist presided over the creation of Ulysses. Nearly-but not entirely. The feeling of desire, which urges us to possess, is absent; there is not the least pornographical appeal; but the loathing,. In those 'passages where certain physical processes or sensual appetites are minutely descn"bed a rapprochement with the Swiftian attitude.

This can be seen most clearly in the last page of his Discourse concerning the Mechanical Operation, where a lover's affections and emotions are described with a realism and a serene indecency that only utter contempt could inspire.

Thus, too, the licentious passages of the Digression are simply studies in exact realism and admirably subserve the satirical effectiveness of the.

Of this conflict in the mind of Stephen Dedalus the author of Ulysses is fully aware, and though, as has already been pointed out, the assimilation of their personalities must not be pressed too far, it is noteworthy that Stephen is referred to as a "morbid-minded esthete and embryo philosopher" and, after a characteristic homily by Stephen at the Lying-in Hospital; the style here is in the manner of Walter Pater on the unseemly ways of Divine Providence, Mr Bloom "regarded on the face before him a slow recession of that false calm there, imposed, as it seemed, by habit or some studied trick, upon words so embittered as to accuse in their speaker an unhealthiness, a flair for the cruder things of life.

Benda's clerc, the shock of religious and material disillusion had somewhat impaired the wholeness, harmony and radiance of his vision. Despite the ubiquity of humour "wet and dry", despite the perpetual deflation of sentiment and the negation of values which we find in Ulysses, there is an undertone of despair, the failure of an Icarus soaring sunwards to hold hiS' flight.

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And, perhaps, the author ot Ulysses had not yet quite outgrown the rancours of the young protagonist of the Portrait and the still immaturer hero of his "schoolboy's production", Stel1hen Hero. Yet it may be that to this very disharmony is due the seething vitality of the Dublin epic; the stream of its life is fed by the waters of bitterness. In his earlier, autobiographic novel, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce, through the mouth of Stephen Dedalus, defines the qualities which, in his view, give msthetic beauty to a work ot art.

Ulysses is a complex ot such relations; at a first and casual reading these are perceived vaguely, as a misty nebula of light; in the course of a more attentive perusal their number and permeance will gradually become apparent, "as", to quote the admirable metaphor of M.

Valery Larbaud, "at night, after one has been contemplating the sky for a little while,' the number of stars seems to have increased". One of the simpler aspects ot this technique-a device' 1 Cf. Coleridge's Essay on the Principles of Genial Criticism.

Moreover, again following Nature's method, Joyce depicts only the present time and place of the times and places that are passing, a rapid flux of images. Sometimes the thought of the moment, rising to the surface of the mind under the impact of some external stimulus, is merelyothe echo of a name or fragment of a phrase.

That, then, is all Joyce sets down. But, sooner or later, the reader will come upon a circumstance or thought which will explain the allusion implicit in the name or broken sentence.

Thus, before setting out on his day's. Plasto's high grade ha. He peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of paper.. Quite safe. Not there. In the trousers I left off. Must get it. His fingers found quickly a card behind the headband and transferred it to his waistcoat pocket. Introduction "He handed the card through the brass grill.

The card, we learn, is inscribed Henry Flower, the name adopted by Mr Bloom for his correspondence with Martha Clifford. In a later episode1 Mr Blo. High grade. Card inside. Similarly, after lunch,2 Mr Bloom thinks: But, besides such small isolated correspondences, there are a number of themes, generally stated in the early episodes those dealing with the morning hours of Stephen and MI Bloom , which recur more or less frequently throughout Ulysses.

Some of these relate to esoteric theories, which will be dealt with later; a few are shared by both Stephen and Mr Bloom several instances of this persistent, though unconscious, exchange of thoughts and impressions between them will be commented on in the course of this study ; the majority lJre concerned with their personal experiences, remarks 01 events which have left an impress on the mind of each.

Thereafter, a chance word, the glimpse of some apparently irrelevant object, a sudden eddy of the stream of consciousness, will suffice to evoke the associated memory. The occasional obscurities in passages recording the silent monologue of Stephen and Mr Bloom are partly due to the brusqueness and brevity of such allusions.

Thus, in the epiIPage 2. While Mr Bloom is having his meal in the restaurant, Mr Dedalus Stephen's father is singing at the hotel piano the operatic ballad, When first I saw that form endearing. Increase their flow. Throw flower at his feet when will we meet? My head it simply. Jingle all delighted. He can't sing for tall hats.

Your head it simply swurls. Perfumed for him. What perfume does your wife? I want to know. Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. The hall. How do you? I do well. Phila of cachous, kissing comfits, in her satchel.

Hands felt for the opulent. It is a little past four o'clock and the latter, after some badinage with the bar-sirens "Has he forgotten? The jingle ot the car continues to echo in Mr Bloom's brain, mingled with the voice of the singer warbling amoroso "Full of hope and all delighted". Mr Bloom thinks of the bonnes fortunes of tenors the Dubliners' remarkable cult of the operatic singer is discussed in the opening passage of my commentary on the Sirens ; Boylan is by way of being a singer as well as an impresario, though "he can't sing for tall hats".

They get women by the score the musical wordplay is characteristically Joycean. Introduction simply. Mr Bloom has received by the morning post a letter from his young daughter Milly. Tom envelope. Hands stuck in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the day, singing. Friend of the family.

Swirls, he. The words Mr Dedalus is singing blend with the vision of a gay don Juan on his jingling car. Your head it simply swurls "swurls, he says". In the course of the morning Mr Bloom has procured for his wife, who likes that kind of literature, an erotic work entitled Sweets of Sin. Glancing through its pages he has read: For himl For Raoul!

Her mouth glued on his in a luscious voluptuous kiss while his hands felt for the opulent curves. Perfumed a reference to Mrs Bloom's philaromatic disposition: Moreover, the song Mr Dedalus is singing is from the opera Martha. Just going to write. The car stops with a jingling jerk before Mr Bloom's house. In imagination, irrepressible now, Bloom visualizes his wife's ,reception of Boylan, and his evocation of their eager greeting in the hall ends, appropriately enough, on an afterclang of the Sweets of Sin.

For the purposes of the present chapter a brief description of the formal symmetry of the work may suffice, stating but not discussing the Homeric correspondences. Each episode of Ulysses has its Scene and Hour of the Day, is with the exception of the first three episodes associated with ,a given Organ of the human body,1 relates to a certain Art, has its appropriate Symbol and a specific Technic.

Each episode has also a title, corresponding to a personage or episode of the Odyssey. Certain episodes have also their appropriate colour a reference, as M. Larbaud has pointed out, to Catholic liturgy. The references are given in the table of the episodes, page It will be observed that there is no corresponding "Organ of the Body" for the first three episodes. Blake uses a like symbolism in Jerusalem, where as Mr, Foster Damon points out "Judah, Issachar and Zebulun represent the head, heart and loins of Luvah" and Great Britain is similarly divided.

Earth , there is no corresponding Art for she is a manifestation of Nature herself, the antithesisof art. The manner in which the appropriate symbols, arts, etc. For the present it is sufficient to point out the symmetry ot the technical structure: The central episode the Wandering Rocks is itself divided into eighteen short parts differing in theme and treatment, all interlocked by a curious technical device; thus reproducing in miniature the structure of the whole.

Each episode, taken independently, has its internal rhythm; in one of the most remarkable in this respect, the episode of the Sirens, there is a specific musical analogy, the fugue; in the episode of the Oxen of the Sun, where the style is a linguistic counterpart of the development of the embryo, there is a continuously increasing flow of vitality which ends in a word-dance of clipped phrases, argot, oaths and ejaculations; ,a veritable locus classicus of Impolite.

Conversation, which would have delighted the Dean of St Patrick's. There could be no greater error than to confuse the work of James Joyce with that of the harum-scarum school or the surrectliste group to which some of the most brilliant of the younger French writers belong, or once belonged whose particular trouvaille was a sort of automatic writing, no revision being allowed.

To suppose that the subconscious can best be portrayed. It is your thin young man who best can drive fat oxen along the rocky.

Introduction road to Dublin, and the "subconscious", elusive as an Indian snipe but less appetizing will fall only to the aim of an expert shikari. As for "free verse"-surely the words are incompatibles, like the juvenile slogan of free love-at its best it is no less artful and intricate in its rhythms than an ode of Pindar, at its worst a mere spate of verbiage.

With the work of the modernist school may be contrasted one of Joyce's poems of the Ulysses period. The moon's greygolden meshes make All night a veil, The shorelamps in the sleeping lake Laburnum tendrils trail. The sly reeds whisper to the night A name--her name-And all my soul is a delight, A swoon of shame.

Zurich, The touch of irony in the second stanza, the allusion to an ancient myth the sly reeds which betrayed Midas' shame to the world , is 'characteristic. James Joyce is, in fact, in the great tradition which begins with Homer; like his precursors he subjects his work, for all its wild vitality and seeming disorder, to a rule of discipline as severe as that of the Greek dramatists; indeed, the unities of Ulysses go far beyond the classic triad, they are as manifold and' yet symmetrical as the dredal network of nerves and bloodstreams which pervade the living organism.

In the first episode ot Mr Bloom's day Calypso several themes are stated which will recur frequently throughout Ulysses, and it is characteristic of the Joycean method that one of the most important of these leitmotifs should be presented in a casual manner and a ludicrous context. Mrs Bloom has been reading in bed Ruby: She asks her husband what that word in the book means-"met him pike hoses.

Who's he when he's at home? That means the transmigration of souls. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or on some other planet. They say we have forgotten it.

Some say they remember their past lives. She's right after all. Only big words for ordinary things on. They believed you could be changed into a tree from grief. Weeping willow. We perceive that personality proceeding next to enjoy a spiritual existence for periods enormously outrunning the span of physical life and then we find it returning to a new earth life to gather in fresh experience.

I 1 Another persistent motif is the pbrase invented by Tom Kernan, one of the minor characters "harking" or "looking back in a kind of retrospective arrangement", whicb has an obvious afliriity with the "metempsychosis" theme. The Growth of the Soul, page Stepben's epilogue 10 The Portrait: But the feeling 'I am r is the same through the three lives and through all the hundreds; for that feeling is more deeply seated than the feeling 'I am John Smith, so high, so heavy, with such and such property and relations'.

And yet the Ego would be the same. If this is conceivable in the imagination, what can be inconceivable in the individual continuity of an intermittent life, interrupted and renewed at regular intervals, and varied with paSsages through a purer existence? Esoteric Buddhism.

Both manvantara and pralaya are mentioned in the course of Ulysses. Further reference to them will be found in my commentary on the Proteus episode. Introduction plies to nations an equation of their curve of advance. There is also, of course, the axiom that, if time and the universQ are limitless, every finite set of conditions--ours to-day, for instance, on our own little planet-must somewhere, somewhen, be exactly reproduced.

Mr Bloom may be alluding to this when he says, "We all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or on some other planet". That these conceptions and their corollaries have an important place in the highly complex structure of Ulysses will become apparent when I come to deal with the Homeric correspondences and historical analogies.

Indeed, the book itself, the record of a day in a man's life, is a synthetic illustration of "life's little day", the interval between two periods of darkness and repose. It is a commonplace of esoteric thought that in sleep we are in communication with that higher plane where, after death, the' Ego reposes and renews itself before a new descent into the flesh.

In fact, the correspondence between the waking state and life, between sleep and death, may be more than a poetic analogy pace tua, Dr Freud , for, if the time and space categories be excluded, we find that all phases of consciousness are coexistent. Their abodes were equipped with every modern borne comfort such as taliifiinii, aliivatar, hiitakiildii, watiikliisiit.

He exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path, for it was reported in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the ram has power. Isis Unveiled. Crosslegged under an umbrel umbershoot he thrones an Aztec logos, functioning on astral levels, their oversoul, mahamahatma.

Thus, in discussing the Eucharist with Cranly,! Of "the imp hypostasis", too, Stephen is wary. From all these perils of the soul, theocratic, esoteric, historical, he would insulate himself by a mail of silken sCQrn. The transcendental casts a comic image in his "mocking mirrors",8 troubled pools of bathos; the greater the theme, the greater the parody.

A Portuit of the Artist, page Introduction Stephen watches the tidal flow on the Dublin foreshore: Lord, they are weary and, whispered to, they sigh. Saint Ambrose heard it, sigh of leaves and waves. For old Mary Ann She doesn't care a damn, But, hising up her petticoats Similar discrepancies of sentiment infonn another passage, this time in the de Quincey manner,l where a fragment from "Boylan's song" about the pretty little seaside girls and the red triangle on Bass's beer are worked into a celestial vision of the "wonder of metempsychosis, the ever lasting bride", the constellation Virgo, shining from the deserted heavens.

Stephen is aware of the continuity of his self under the modality of teinporal fonns. It must not be forgotten that Joyce regarded resthetic beauty as a stasis; kinetic art, pomographical or didactic, is, for him, improper art.

The artist does not, like the rhetorician, seek to convince, to instruct or to disgust. He treats his subject-matter, grotesque or transcendental or both at once , as he finds it. The value, for him, of facts or theories has little or no relation to their moral implications or their ultimate validity it any.

Ulysses is not a theosophic tract. In the "Shakespeare" episode A. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. Wilde's "All art is perfectly useless" is probably nearer Joyce's standpoint.

If, therefore, we find that the esoteric framework on which Ulysses is based should at times be exposed to derision or alluded to in a comic context, the explanation of this seeming incongruity may be found in resthetic necessity. The author has no philosophical axe to grind, and he has a strong sense of humour; Truth is not necessarily Beauty often as not she is, as the Bishop said of the lady in the street, an eyesore , nor should an artist, by seeking to persuade, usurp the propagandist's rtlle.

Besides the resthetic reasons which account tor the deliberate bathos of certain passages in Ulysses, there is the absolute justification for the ludicrous and the obscene the two are, and always have been, closely allied that symbolically these are no whit less significant than the noble emotions of, for instance, that Celtic twilight in which so many Irish bards and reviewers delight to "dream their dreamy dreams".

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The idea of reincarnation may be symbolized as well by the digestive processes as by the universal cycles of pralaya and manvantara of our vegetative universe, which "opens like a flower from the earth's centre, In which is Eternity".

But the theory of recurrence in the affairs of men and nations is not. The Viconian theory. Introduction is ot special interest to those who follow Joyce beyond Ulysses to his last work, Finnegans Wake, which is partly based on the historical speculations of Vico.

Briefly, that theory is an extended and almost literal application of the saying: Is there anything whereof it may be said, See, this is new? It hath been already of old time, which was before us.

The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.

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All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not fuU: Vico held that there is a recurrent cycle in human "progress", as in the movement of the stars. Societies begin, continue and have an end according to fixed and universal laws.

Every nation passes through three ages-the divine, the heroic and the human. The prelude and aftermath of each cycle is complete disintegration, brought about by the indiscipline and egoism of the concluding stages of a "human" regime. The discoveries of the preceding civilized epoch are almost obliterated and man reverts to a brutish state, till once again he hears the voice of God, the hammerhurler, speaking in the thunder and relearns the beginning of wisdom.

The goal of human effort is a resolution of.

The Wake is, in one of its many aspects, a realization of Vieo's project. National heroes were, for him, not so much pre-eminent individuals, accidentally born out of their due time, as the embodiment of actual tendencies of their nations as a whole.

Thus, as the past renews itself and civilizations rise and wane, the figures of antiquity will, mutatis mutandis, be reproduced. It does not, of course, follow that each avatar of a hero of legendary times will attain equal eminence. A Nestor may reappear as an elderly pedagogue, a Circe as the "Madam" of a one-horse brothel.

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As the cycle of history turns the light of fame may touch now one, now another, facet of the whole. But there will always be a substantially exact reproduction, a recall, of a set of circumstances which have already existed and of those personalities who, in a remote past, expressed better than their fellows the spirit of their age. It will be seen in the following chapter, which deals with the early history of Ireland and the Homeric era, that in Ulysses may be found, associated with the metempsychosis motif, the germ of that ultimate application of the Viconian hypothesis which lies at the root of Finnegans Wake.

The consequences of universal law lie scattered before our eyes in apparent confusion. Only the curious philosopher observes and records them on the tablets of memory or, for greater surety, in ample notebooks. It is possible to read Ulysses as most of. Introduction forgetfully, following the line of least resistance; and, though vigilance would afford a richer pleasure in perusal, the casual reader wIll reap a reward proportionate to his effort.

The gourmand who cannot distinguish a venerable Yquem from a rough, unchronic1ed Graves, may yet enjoy his repast and rise from it pleasantly elated, But the bliss of ignorance is a short and sorry affair beside the subtle delectation of the connoisseur. The slow ascent of the tree of knowledge is not labour lost; it is from the topmost branches, unseen by followers of the beaten track, that its choicest fruits depend. Ulysses is a book of life, a microcosm which is a smallscale replica of the universe, and the methods which lead to an understanding of the latter will provide a solution of the obscurities in Ulysses.

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It may be assumed that our knowledge of the macrocosm is based on the association of ideas; in fact, the syllogism is no more than that. In theiI crudest form such associations,.

Indeed, all knowledge is ultimately magical, for it derives from inexplicable facts, the laws of uniformity and causation. Early observers saw a connexion between the tides and the movement of the moon, "the moist star upon whose influence Nep,tune's empire stands", and inferred a magic sympathy between moon-goddess and sealord. Later, according to the materialistic method of explaining obscurum per obscuritis, that "sympathy" is described as an "attraction".

Our belief that the miracle will eternally renew itself depends largely on the greatest of inductions, the law of causation. That law and its corollaries are the averred basis of mystical philosophy, from the teachings of esoteric Buddhism and the medireval mystics to their modem development in the theosophical school. It is impossible to grasp. Kritik der Sprache.

We must look beneath the surface realism, the minutire of local colour, the vulgarity and occasional obscenity of its characters, if we are to find a clue to the mystery, a thread of Ariadne to guide a modern Theseus through its labyrinth. At a dramatic moment, when Mr Bloom is being taunted by a nationalist with his Jewish descent, the usually prudent hero is goaded to retaliation.

And the SavioUI was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God. Christ was a jew like me. In the first episode where Mr Bloom appears, his thoughts are directed by a perpetual Drang Tktch Osten.

Walking the Dublin streets he pictures himself "somewhere in the east: Later in the morning he muses: Lovely spot it must be: Flowers of idleness.

On the Cave of the Nymphs Trans. No temples in Thibet or Nepaul are found without it; and the meaning of this symbol is extremely suggestive. The sprig of lilies placed in the hand of the archangel who offers them to the Virgin Mary, in the pictures of the Annunciation, have in their esoteric symbolism precisely the same meaning. The peculiarity of the lotus is that its seeds contain, even before germination, perfectly formed leaves, the miniature of the perfected plant.

Thus the lotus2 is a natural emblem of the saying of Paracelsus: Many other illustrations of the eastering trend of Mr Bloom's thoughts wm be found in the course of this study. Stephen Dedalus, whose intellect is always awake, watchful for associations unlike Mr Bloom, who rarely pauses to analyse the content of his thoughts , is aware that the "call of the ea'st" is the voice of Godhead; the east'is the birthplace of "a lore of drugs", of Averroes and Moses Maimonides, the site of that garden city "Edenville", home of Heva, naked Eve, "belly without blemish, bulging big, a buckler of taut vellum, no, whiteheaped com, orient and immortal, standing from everlasting to everlasting".

The tapestry of Ulysses is woven in strands of mystical religion and, for readers who would explore the maze of this "chaffering aIIincluding most farraginous chronicle" as the author, speaking for the nonce with the voice of Carlyle, describes his work and appreciate the subtleties of its pattern, some acquaintance with the cosmology on which it is based seems indispensable. I, page I refer here to the lotus-lily.

In my commentary on the Lotus-eaters episode q. I discuss the ambiguity of the word "lotus" as used by Homer and the Greeks. The inscription begins: It is truest and most certain of all things. That which is above is as that which is below, and that which is below is as that which is above, to accomplish the one thing of aU most wonderful.

In diagrammatic form this axiom is shown as two triangles interlocked, the one pointing upwards, the other downwards: The earth's attraction operates equally on a microbe and a mastodon, and the chemical affinity that holds together the elements of the ocean is not permitted to neglect those of the smallest drop of dew. Similarly, the associated law of the conservation of energy on the physical plane has its counterpart in a law of the conservation of spiritual forces or personalities.

For mind, like matter, is indestructible.

All that exists has already existed and will always exist; creation and destruction are both impossible; a flux of transformation pervades the universe but nothing can ever be added to it or taken away from it. Admitting, then, that human personality, the soul, exists, since ex nihilo nihil fit, it must have always existed, it can never cease to exist. As Stephen Dedalus remarks page 32 , "From before the ages He willed me and now 1.

Introduction may not will me away tor ever. A lex eterna stays about Him. What, then, is this law of Karma? The Law, without exception, which rules the whole univelse, from the invisible, imponderable atom to the suns; from the infusoria to the highest gods of the celestial hierarchy 01 evolution, macrocosm of our human hierarchy and evolution; and this law is that every cause produces its effect, without any possibility of delaying or annulling that effect, once the cause begins to operate.

The law of causation is everywhere supreme. But there is no such God. For better or for worse no man may escape his Karma. This doctrine does not necessan1y involve the acceptance of a personal fatality, or determinism, for in our present life we may, by an effort towards amelioration, by our personal attitude towards' the Kanna which we cannot escape, build up merit for subsequent existences. Thus, if the just man suffer in his present life, the causes of his misery lie in a past existence, and his merit in this life will assuredly produce its effect in his next incarnation.

If we are to assume any sort of fair play in the scheme of things, it is difficult to 1. Stress' is laid by initiates on the omnipotence and ubiquity of the law of causation. Not a sparrow falls to the ground. More plausible is the hypothesis of a fixed relation between the micro- and macrocosm, Blake's "grain of sand" 1 and the universe, or Eckhart's "The meanest thing that one kriows in Godfor. Dans une mort d'insecte on 'Yoit tous les desastres, Un rond d'azur su fit pour 'Yoir passer les astres.

He seeth how it relateth to angels and men; how it representeth all His attributes; how it conduceth in its place, by the best of means to the best of ends; and for this cause it cannot be beloved too much. God the Author and God the End is to be beloved in it: Angels and men are to be beloved in it; and it is highly to be esteemed for all their sakes. Blake's view that "Everything that lives is holy".

IntroduCtion like a great net let down from heaven including in the infinite variety ot its take the magnificent and the petty, the holy and the obscene, inter-related, mutually symbolic. In this story of a Dublin day we have an epic of mankind. For such exact and scientific use of symbolism the nearest parallel to Ulysses is in the prophetic books of Blake. All truth, 4J. This must not be taken to mean merely that the artist is justified in fixing an arbitrary set of symbols to give life to his cosmology; it implies that, like the seed of the lotus or the grain of sand, the smallest particle of creation bears within it the secret of the whole.

The same laws of causation, evolution, metempsychosis, are valid throughout. The part is a paradigm of the whole and the growth of an embryo illustrates the evolution' of the race.

Thus, speaking of the "errors" ot Shakespeare, "the greatest creator after God", Stephen Dedalus remarks: His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery. On their way out, the two encounter each other, but only briefly and unknowingly.

Bloom stands up for himself and for peace, reminding the Citizen that even his god was a Jew. After leaving the pub, sometime around sunset, Bloom relaxes on Sandymount Strand. A young woman, Gerty MacDowell, notices that Bloom is watching her from across the beach, and she starts teasing him by revealing more and more of her legs, as Bloom starts secretly masturbating.

There, he finally meets Stephen, as well as a few of his medical student friends. Stephen is fairly drunk and imagines seeing the ghost of his mother, after which, enraged, he shatters a lamp with his walking stick.

Bloom pays Bella Cohen for the damage. In the meantime, Stephen argues with Private Carr, a British soldier who knocks him out after a perceived insult to the King. After this, he invites him back to his house. Bloom invites Stephen to stay for the night, but Stephen respectfully refuses.Grinding poverty did have that effect and he more than conjectured that, high educational abilities though he possessed, he experienced no little difficulty in making b9th ends meet.

Stephen is gradually becoming intoxicated and Mr Bloom, attracted by the young man, decides to take him under his wing. Stephen later! But, as I show in the next chapter of this introduction, the superficial disorder of Mr Bloom's and Stephen's meditations, the frequent welling up of subconscious memories and the lin: One Book Called Ulysses finding that the book was not obscene discussed below in "Censorship". The value, for him, of facts or theories has little or no relation to their moral implications or their ultimate validity it any.

The structure of Ulysses is composed of three elements: the symbolic narrative of the Odyssey, the spiritual planes of the Divine Comedy and the psychological problem of Hamlet. Who's he when he's at home?