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--

Good

morning

,

sir

!

Can

I

help

you

?

The

priest

looked

up

quickly

and

said

:

--

One

moment

now

,

Mr

Dedalus

,

and

you

will

see

.

There

is

an

art

in

lighting

a

fire

.

We

have

the

liberal

arts

and

we

have

the

useful

arts

.

This

is

one

of

the

useful

arts

.

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--

I

will

try

to

learn

it

,

said

Stephen

.

--

Not

too

much

coal

,

said

the

dean

,

working

briskly

at

his

task

,

that

is

one

of

the

secrets

.

He

produced

four

candle-butts

from

the

side-pockets

of

his

soutane

and

placed

them

deftly

among

the

coals

and

twisted

papers

.

Stephen

watched

him

in

silence

.

Kneeling

thus

on

the

flagstone

to

kindle

the

fire

and

busied

with

the

disposition

of

his

wisps

of

paper

and

candle-butts

he

seemed

more

than

ever

a

humble

server

making

ready

the

place

of

sacrifice

in

an

empty

temple

,

a

levite

of

the

Lord

.

Like

a

levite

's

robe

of

plain

linen

the

faded

worn

soutane

draped

the

kneeling

figure

of

one

whom

the

canonicals

or

the

bell-bordered

ephod

would

irk

and

trouble

.

His

very

body

had

waxed

old

in

lowly

service

of

the

Lord

--

in

tending

the

fire

upon

the

altar

,

in

bearing

tidings

secretly

,

in

waiting

upon

worldlings

,

in

striking

swiftly

when

bidden

--

and

yet

had

remained

ungraced

by

aught

of

saintly

or

of

prelatic

beauty

.

Nay

,

his

very

soul

had

waxed

old

in

that

service

without

growing

towards

light

and

beauty

or

spreading

abroad

a

sweet

odour

of

her

sanctity

--

a

mortified

will

no

more

responsive

to

the

thrill

of

its

obedience

than

was

to

the

thrill

of

love

or

combat

his

ageing

body

,

spare

and

sinewy

,

greyed

with

a

silver-pointed

down

.

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The

dean

rested

back

on

his

hunkers

and

watched

the

sticks

catch

.

Stephen

,

to

fill

the

silence

,

said

:

--

I

am

sure

I

could

not

light

a

fire

.

--

You

are

an

artist

,

are

you

not

,

Mr

Dedalus

?

said

the

dean

,

glancing

up

and

blinking

his

pale

eyes

.

The

object

of

the

artist

is

the

creation

of

the

beautiful

.

What

the

beautiful

is

is

another

question

.

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