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Chapter 4
Ihaveoftenthoughtsinceonlookingbackoverthatstrangetimethatitwasthatsmallact,trivialinitself,thatstrikingofthatmatch,thatdeterminedthewholeaftercourseofbothourlives.
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J.J.O’Molloyresumed,mouldinghiswords:
—Hesaidofit:thatstonyeffigyinfrozenmusic,hornedandterrible,ofthehumanformdivine,thateternalsymbolofwisdomandofprophecywhich,ifaughtthattheimaginationorthehandofsculptorhaswroughtinmarbleofsoultransfiguredandofsoultransfiguringdeservestolive,deservestolive.
Hisslimhandwithawavegracedechoandfall.
—Fine!MylesCrawfordsaidatonce.
—Thedivineafflatus,MrO’MaddenBurkesaid.
—Youlikeit?J.J.O’MolloyaskedStephen.
Stephen,hisbloodwooedbygraceoflanguageandgesture,blushed.Hetookacigarettefromthecase.J.J.O’MolloyofferedhiscasetoMylesCrawford.Lenehanlittheircigarettesasbeforeandtookhistrophy,saying:
—Muchibusthankibus.
AMANOFHIGHMORALE
—ProfessorMagenniswasspeakingtomeaboutyou,J.J.O’MolloysaidtoStephen.Whatdoyouthinkreallyofthathermeticcrowd,theopalhushpoets:A.E.themastermystic?ThatBlavatskywomanstartedit.Shewasaniceoldbagoftricks.A.E.hasbeentellingsomeyankeeinterviewerthatyoucametohiminthesmallhoursofthemorningtoaskhimaboutplanesofconsciousness.MagennisthinksyoumusthavebeenpullingA.E.’sleg.Heisamanoftheveryhighestmorale,Magennis.
Speakingaboutme.Whatdidhesay?Whatdidhesay?Whatdidhesayaboutme?Don’task.
