[1] Hamilton, Edith, Mythology, (Boston: Little, Brown and Company, 1942), 193

 

 

 

 

    [2] Stephen's fear of water may be taken to refer to his mythological counterpart's unfortunate experience regarding the drowning of his son; in the Daedalus myth, the way father's concerns are confirmed when Icarus does not heed his warning. In this case the water is deadly, and thus ultimately frightening.

     

     

     

     

    [3] See Chapter III: references to Stephen's own personal hell in which excrement and its foul smell are an integral part of the discomfort of eternal torture. (98) 

 

 

 

 

    [4] "He felt his body small and weak amid the throng of players and his eyes were weak and watery." (2)

 

 

 

 

     [5]"His evenings were his own; and he pored over a ragged translation of The Count of Monte Cristo. The figure of that dark avenger stood forth in his mind for whatever he had beard or divined in childhood of the strange and terrible." (43) 

 

 

 

 

     [6]"He once had meant to come on earth in heavenly glory but we sinned: and then He could not safely visit us but with a shrouded majesty and a bedimmed radiance for He was God. So He came Himself in weakness not in power and He sent thee, a creature in His stead with a creature's comeliness and lustre suited to our state. And now thy very face and form, dear mother, speak to us of the Eternal; not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is they emblem, bright and musical, breathing purity, telling of heaven and infusing peace 0 harbinger of day! 0 light of the pilgrim! Lead us still as the hats led. In the dark night, across the bleak wilderness guide us on to our Lord Jesus, guide us home. His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost." (99)   

 

 

 

 

    [7]"He turned seaward from the road at Dollymount." (119) 

 

 

 

 

     [8]This observation was made in class. 

 

 

 

 

     [9] "[A]s he walked down the avenue and felt the grey morning light falling about him through the dripping trees and smelt the strange wild smell of the wet leaves and bark, his soul was loosed of her miseries." (126)