five hundred a year. You can’t get me one.
Stephen handed him the packet of cigarettes. Lynch took the last one that remained, saying simply:
―Proceed!
―Aquinas, said Stephen, says that is beautiful the apprehension of which pleases.
Lynch nodded.
―I remember that, he said, Pulcra sunt quae visa placent.
―He uses the word visa , said Stephen, to cover esthetic apprehensions of all kinds, whether through sight or hearing or through any other avenue of apprehension. This word, though it is vague, is clear enough to keep away good and evil which excite desire and loathing. It means certainly a stasis and not a kinesis. How about the true? It produces also a stasis of the mind. You would not write your name in pencil across the hypotenuse of a rightangled triangle.