Gifted as a singer and as a "mummer," Stephen thinks of his literary vocation too as a kind of performance. Unfortuntately, he has not yet produced more than a few slight lyrics. But that has not stopped him from imagining the rapture that will greet his earthshaking mature work, and he has actually practiced bows in the mirror to acknowledge the thunderous applause. In Telemachus and again in Proteus he mocks this callow asininity of a younger self. Circe affirms that, personally and artistically, he has "far to go."

John Hunt 2014