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--
As
for
that
,
Stephen
said
in
polite
parenthesis
,
we
are
all
animals
.
I
also
am
an
animal
.
--
You
are
,
said
Lynch
.
--
But
we
are
just
now
in
a
mental
world
,
Stephen
continued
.
The
desire
and
loathing
excited
by
improper
esthetic
means
are
really
not
esthetic
emotions
not
only
because
they
are
kinetic
in
character
but
also
because
they
are
not
more
than
physical
.
Our
flesh
shrinks
from
what
it
dreads
and
responds
to
the
stimulus
of
what
it
desires
by
a
purely
reflex
action
of
the
nervous
system
.
Our
eyelid
closes
before
we
are
aware
that
the
fly
is
about
to
enter
our
eye
.
--
Not
always
,
said
Lynch
critically
.
--
In
the
same
way
,
said
Stephen
,
your
flesh
responded
to
the
stimulus
of
a
naked
statue
,
but
it
was
,
I
say
,
simply
a
reflex
action
of
the
nerves
.
Beauty
expressed
by
the
artist
can
not
awaken
in
us
an
emotion
which
is
kinetic
or
a
sensation
which
is
purely
physical
.
It
awakens
,
or
ought
to
awaken
,
or
induces
,
or
ought
to
induce
,
an
esthetic
stasis
,
an
ideal
pity
or
an
ideal
terror
,
a
stasis
called
forth
,
prolonged
,
and
at
last
dissolved
by
what
I
call
the
rhythm
of
beauty
.
--
What
is
that
exactly
?
asked
Lynch
.
--
Rhythm
,
said
Stephen
,
is
the
first
formal
esthetic
relation
of
part
to
part
in
any
esthetic
whole
or
of
an
esthetic
whole
to
its
part
or
parts
or
of
any
part
to
the
esthetic
whole
of
which
it
is
a
part
.
--
If
that
is
rhythm
,
said
Lynch
,
let
me
hear
what
you
call
beauty
;
and
,
please
remember
,
though
I
did
eat
a
cake
of
cowdung
once
,
that
I
admire
only
beauty
.
Stephen
raised
his
cap
as
if
in
greeting
.
Then
,
blushing
slightly
,
he
laid
his
hand
on
Lynch
's
thick
tweed
sleeve
.
