Later, as a young man, Stephen retains his childlike curiosity about people and things. He continues to make keen observations and displays an acute sensitivity which eventually causes him to realize that his destiny is to create — to become an artist and to define his artistic soul.
My class group laughed at me, one even expressing her contempt at such a childish sham. I was disheartened, because it became apparent that they were not receptive, not receptive to life itself. This work by Joyce has taken me down a memory lane, like Proust did: Those moments which have, over a time, asked me to break away from the well accepted conventions, if not to live the life of an artist, but then, to be a being that is conscious and hence, living.
The esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
This style of stream of consciousness, as employed by the author, has made me a Joyce fan. I was astonished to behold the expressions of Stephen, his thoughts, his anxiety, his moment of epiphany. Specifically, where he questioned his faith and religion, his duties and responsibilities as a Christian, more so when offered an entrance into the service of altar.
Starting from his childhood, there were many beautiful expressions which reflected the development of his consciousness; the expressions, which held you captive for their simple representation.
But the most enrapturing ones came toward the end of the work, when Stephen attained a more rational approach.
I am only going to quote a couple of my favorites: This was the call of life to his soul not the dull gross voice of the world of duties and despair, not the inhuman voice that had called him to the pale service of the altar.
An instant of wild flight had delivered him and the cry of triumph which his lips withheld cleft his brain. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all ways of error and glory.
On and on and on and on. That it is beautiful to live, to err, to triumph and to fall even. That it is beautiful indeed to be a human being, to live in consciousness and to acknowledge yourself for who you are.Vigilant Personality Type.
The interests of the Vigilant Personality Type include (Oldham, pg. ). letting nothing escape your notice being aware of your environment being a survivor scanning the people and situations around you.
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He continues to make keen observations and displays an acute sensitivity which eventually causes him to realize that his destiny is to create — to become an artist and to define his artistic soul.
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