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--
There
remains
another
way
out
,
said
Stephen
,
laughing
.
--
To
wit
?
said
Lynch
.
--
This
hypothesis
,
Stephen
began
.
A
long
dray
laden
with
old
iron
came
round
the
corner
of
Sir
Patrick
Dun
's
hospital
covering
the
end
of
Stephen
's
speech
with
the
harsh
roar
of
jangled
and
rattling
metal
.
Lynch
closed
his
ears
and
gave
out
oath
after
oath
till
the
dray
had
passed
.
Then
he
turned
on
his
heel
rudely
.
Stephen
turned
also
and
waited
for
a
few
moments
till
his
companion
's
ill-humour
had
had
its
vent
.
--
This
hypothesis
,
Stephen
repeated
,
is
the
other
way
out
:
that
,
though
the
same
object
may
not
seem
beautiful
to
all
people
,
all
people
who
admire
a
beautiful
object
find
in
it
certain
relations
which
satisfy
and
coincide
with
the
stages
themselves
of
all
esthetic
apprehension
.
These
relations
of
the
sensible
,
visible
to
you
through
one
form
and
to
me
through
another
,
must
be
therefore
the
necessary
qualities
of
beauty
.
Now
,
we
can
return
to
our
old
friend
saint
Thomas
for
another
pennyworth
of
wisdom
.
Lynch
laughed
.
--
It
amuses
me
vastly
,
he
said
,
to
hear
you
quoting
him
time
after
time
like
a
jolly
round
friar
.
Are
you
laughing
in
your
sleeve
?
--
MacAlister
,
answered
Stephen
,
would
call
my
esthetic
theory
applied
Aquinas
.
So
far
as
this
side
of
esthetic
philosophy
extends
,
Aquinas
will
carry
me
all
along
the
line
.
When
we
come
to
the
phenomena
of
artistic
conception
,
artistic
gestation
,
and
artistic
reproduction
I
require
a
new
terminology
and
a
new
personal
experience
.
--
Of
course
,
said
Lynch
.
After
all
Aquinas
,
in
spite
of
his
intellect
,
was
exactly
a
good
round
friar
.
But
you
will
tell
me
about
the
new
personal
experience
and
new
terminology
some
other
day
.
Hurry
up
and
finish
the
first
part
.
--
Who
knows
?
said
Stephen
,
smiling
.
Perhaps
Aquinas
would
understand
me
better
than
you
.
He
was
a
poet
himself
.
He
wrote
a
hymn
for
Maundy
Thursday
.
It
begins
with
the
words
PANGE
LINGUA
GLORIOSI
.
They
say
it
is
the
highest
glory
of
the
hymnal
.
It
is
an
intricate
and
soothing
hymn
.
I
like
it
;
but
there
is
no
hymn
that
can
be
put
beside
that
mournful
and
majestic
processional
song
,
the
VEXILLA
REGIS
of
Venantius
Fortunatus
.
