In Homer, Menelaus holds the slippery sea-god down through every transformation — lion, serpent, panther, water, tree — until Proteus yields his truth. Joyce relocates the struggle inward. Stephen wrestles not a god but his own perceptions: the shifting world of the strand and the equally shifting world of his own thought.
Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes.
