Ulysses

00 Ulysses

course of both our lives.

A POLISHED PERIOD

J. J. O’Molloy resumed, moulding his words:

—He said of it: that stony effigy in frozen music, horned

and terrible, of the human form divine, that eternal symbol

of wisdom and of prophecy which, if aught that the imag-

ination or the hand of sculptor has wrought in marble of

soultransfigured and of soultransfiguring deserves to live, de-

serves to live.

His slim hand with a wave graced echo and fall.

—Fine! Myles Crawford said at once.

—The divine afflatus, Mr O’Madden Burke said.

—You like it? J. J. O’Molloy asked Stephen.

Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and

gesture, blushed. He took a cigarette from the case. J. J.

O’Molloy offered his case to Myles Crawford. Lenehan lit

their cigarettes as before and took his trophy, saying:

—Muchibus thankibus.

A MAN OF HIGH MORALE

—Professor Magennis was speaking to me about you, J.

J. O’Molloy said to Stephen. What do you think really of

that hermetic crowd, the opal hush poets: A. E. the master-

mystic? That Blavatsky woman started it. She was a nice old

bag of tricks. A. E. has been telling some yankee interview-

er that you came to him in the small hours of the morning