Then he said quickly:
----I hear you are writing some essays about esthetics. Stephen made a vague gesture of denial.
----Goethe and Lessing, said Donovan, have written a lot on that subject, the classical school and the romantic school and all that. The Laocoon interested me very much when I read it. Of course it is idealistic, German, ultraprofound.
Neither of the others spoke. Donovan took leave of them urbanely.
----I must go, he said softly and benevolently, I have a strong suspicion, amounting almost to a conviction, that my sister intended to make pancakes today for the dinner of the Donovan family.
----Goodbye, Stephen said in his wake. Don't forget the turnips for me and my mate.
Lynch gazed after him, his lip curling in slow scorn till his face resembled a devil's mask:
----To think that that yellow pancakeeating excrement can get a good job, he said at length, and I have to smoke cheap cigarettes!
They turned their faces towards Merrion Square and went for a little in silence.
----To finish what I was saying about beauty, said Stephen, the most satisfying relations of the sensible must therefore correspond to the necessary phases of artistic apprehension. Find these and you find the qualities of universal beauty. Aquinas says: Ad pulcritudinem tria requiruntur integritas, consonantia, claritas. I translate it so: Three things are needed for beauty, wholeness, harmony, and radiance. Do these correspond to the phases of apprehension? Are you following?
----Of course, I am, said Lynch. If you think I have an excrementitious intelligence run after Donovan and ask him to listen to you.