Episode 3 · Proteus · Line by line

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Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes.

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I can only know the world through my senses, especially sight. Everything around me—the sea, debris, colours—contains meanings to be interpreted. Philosophers like Aristotle have tried to explain how perception works, but perhaps the simplest way to know that objects exist is just to bump into them. What would happen if I stopped relying on sight altogether?

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Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells.

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Stephen closes his eyes and tries to understand reality through hearing instead of sight. He reflects that sounds occur one after another in time, unlike visual impressions, which appear simultaneously. As he walks blindly across Sandymount Strand, he worries about falling, observes the sounds beneath his feet, and drifts into philosophical speculation about space, time, creation, and eternity. Even a simple walk on the beach becomes a meditation on how human beings perceive and understand existence.

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Won't you come to Sandymount, Madeline the mare?

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Stephen becomes absorbed in the rhythm of a snatch of song and analyses it as poetry. Still reluctant to open his eyes, he wonders whether the world might have ceased to exist while he wasn't looking at it, or whether he himself might have become blind. Finally, he opens his eyes and discovers that reality has continued unchanged. The world exists independently of his perception and will continue to exist long after him.

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They came down the steps from Leahy's terrace prudently, Frauenzimmer:

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Watching two elderly midwives walk along the beach causes Stephen to think about birth, his own origins, and the origins of all humanity. His thoughts move from the practical business of childbirth to theology, mysticism, and the biblical story of

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Wombed in sin darkness I was too, made not begotten.

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Stephen reflects on his own conception by his parents and contrasts ordinary human generation with Christ's divine origin. He wonders whether God, having willed his existence, can ever undo it. His thoughts then turn to complex Christian doctrines about the

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Airs romped round him, nipping and eager airs.

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A lively wind blows around Stephen as he watches the waves approach the shore. His imagination transforms the foaming waves into the white horses of the Irish sea god Manannán. Then the mood breaks sharply: Stephen suddenly remembers his practical

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His pace slackened. Here. Am I going to aunt Sara's or not?

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Stephen slows his walk and considers visiting Aunt Sara. This thought triggers memories of his father's mocking comments about the Goulding family and a past visit to Uncle Richie. Although the household is poor, crowded, and somewhat chaotic, it is

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Houses of decay, mine, his and all.

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Stephen reflects bitterly on family, education, intellectual life, and religion. He dismisses social status and scholarly pursuits as empty and questions whether true beauty can be found in conventional institutions. His thoughts turn increasingly hostile toward the Catholic clergy, whom

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Reading two pages apiece of seven books every night, eh?

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Stephen remembers the grand ambitions of his youth: his rigorous reading habits, fantasies of literary fame, rehearsals of future celebrity before a mirror, and plans to preserve his artistic insights for posterity. He mocks these youthful dreams as vain and

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The grainy sand had gone from under his feet.

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Stephen moves through a bleak and decaying landscape filled with driftwood, refuse, mudflats, and remnants of both nature and human activity. The strand appears simultaneously beautiful and threatening, haunted by history, mortality, and transience. Lost in his thoughts, Stephen unconsciously

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—Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position?

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Stephen recalls his bohemian days in Paris: friendships with Irish exiles like Kevin Egan and French soldiers like Patrice, political discussions, artistic posturing, poverty, hunger, and dreams of literary greatness. He mocks his youthful vanity and pretensions while recognising the

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The aunt thinks you killed your mother.

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Stephen's thoughts crash back into the deepest wound in the book: his refusal to kneel and pray at his dying mother's bedside, and the family's belief—especially Aunt Sara's—that this refusal amounted to killing her. Almost as soon as the accusation

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Paris rawly waking, crude sunlight on her lemon streets.

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The yellow houses of Dublin remind Stephen of Paris. He remembers the city waking amid bread, absinthe, cafés, sexuality and ordinary working life, before his memory moves to a lunchtime conversation with the Irish exile Kevin Egan. Over food, cigarettes

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The blue fuse burns deadly between hands and burns clear.

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Stephen remembers the ageing Irish revolutionary Kevin Egan telling stories of Fenian conspiracies, disguises, escapes and violence. Egan once imagined himself a handsome young revolutionary and lover, but decades later he lives an obscure and lonely existence in Paris. His

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He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots.

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Lost in his memories, Stephen has wandered dangerously close to the incoming sea. When his feet begin sinking into the wet sand, he turns back and looks toward the Martello tower. He imagines the tower later that evening, dark and

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