feb 01, 2012
“—Who has not? Stephen said.
—What do you mean? Mr Deasy asked.
He came forward a pace and stood by the table. His
underjaw fell sideways open uncertainly. Is this old
wisdom? He waits to hear from me.
—History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I
am trying to awake.
From the playfield the boys raised a shout. A whirring
whistle: goal. What if that nightmare gave you a back
—The ways of the Creator are not our ways, Mr Deasy
said. All human history moves towards one great goal, the
manifestation of God.
Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying:
—That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
—What? Mr Deasy asked.
—A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging
Joyce the symbolist. History may or may not be moving towards God.