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Stephen's distance from his own body is evident when he performs an act of excretion: "Better get this job over quick. Listen: a fourworded wavespeech: seesoo, hrss, rsseeiss, ooos. Vehement breath of waters amid seasnakes, rearing horses, rocks. In cups of rocks it slops: flop, slop, slap: bounded in barrels. And, spent, its speech ceases. It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling." The flowing of his own water into the swirling waters of Cock Lake becomes so thoroughly transformed into poetic sounds and images that one can barely tell it is happening. But Joyce carefully shaped his language to make this conclusion unavoidable.

JH 2013