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--
And
to
distinguish
between
the
beautiful
and
the
sublime
,
the
dean
added
,
to
distinguish
between
moral
beauty
and
material
beauty
.
And
to
inquire
what
kind
of
beauty
is
proper
to
each
of
the
various
arts
.
These
are
some
interesting
points
we
might
take
up
.
Stephen
,
disheartened
suddenly
by
the
dean
's
firm
,
dry
tone
,
was
silent
;
and
through
the
silence
a
distant
noise
of
many
boots
and
confused
voices
came
up
the
staircase
.
--
In
pursuing
these
speculations
,
said
the
dean
conclusively
,
there
is
,
however
,
the
danger
of
perishing
of
inanition
.
First
you
must
take
your
degree
.
Set
that
before
you
as
your
first
aim
.
Then
,
little
by
little
,
you
will
see
your
way
.
I
mean
in
every
sense
,
your
way
in
life
and
in
thinking
.
It
may
be
uphill
pedalling
at
first
.
Take
Mr
Moonan
.
He
was
a
long
time
before
he
got
to
the
top
.
But
he
got
there
.
--
I
may
not
have
his
talent
,
said
Stephen
quietly
.
--
You
never
know
,
said
the
dean
brightly
.
We
never
can
say
what
is
in
us
.
I
most
certainly
should
not
be
despondent
.
PER
ASPERA
AD
ASTRA
.
He
left
the
hearth
quickly
and
went
towards
the
landing
to
oversee
the
arrival
of
the
first
arts
'
class
.
Leaning
against
the
fireplace
Stephen
heard
him
greet
briskly
and
impartially
every
Student
of
the
class
and
could
almost
see
the
frank
smiles
of
the
coarser
students
.
A
desolating
pity
began
to
fall
like
dew
upon
his
easily
embittered
heart
for
this
faithful
serving-man
of
the
knightly
Loyola
,
for
this
half-brother
of
the
clergy
,
more
venal
than
they
in
speech
,
more
steadfast
of
soul
than
they
,
one
whom
he
would
never
call
his
ghostly
father
;
and
he
thought
how
this
man
and
his
companions
had
earned
the
name
of
worldlings
at
the
hands
not
of
the
unworldly
only
but
of
the
worldly
also
for
having
pleaded
,
during
all
their
history
,
at
the
bar
of
God
's
justice
for
the
souls
of
the
lax
and
the
lukewarm
and
the
prudent
.
The
entry
of
the
professor
was
signalled
by
a
few
rounds
of
Kentish
fire
from
the
heavy
boots
of
those
students
who
sat
on
the
highest
tier
of
the
gloomy
theatre
under
the
grey
cobwebbed
windows
.
The
calling
of
the
roll
began
and
the
responses
to
the
names
were
given
out
in
all
tones
until
the
name
of
Peter
Byrne
was
reached
.
--
Here
!
