The sight of the "the gunwale of a boat, sunk in sand" makes
Stephen think of a zinger of 19th century literary criticism:
"Un coche ensablé, Louis Veuillot called Gautier's
prose." The French means "A coach stuck in sand."
Théophile Gautier (1811-82), Gifford notes, was "a French
poet, critic, and novelist famous for a 'flamboyant'
romanticism with overtones of frank hedonism and a 'pagan'
contempt for traditional morality." His contemporary Louis
Veuillot (1813-83), a journalist and politician, opposed
literary romanticism because, Gifford notes, "the French
romantics were traditionally anti-Church," and Veuillot was a
defender of the Roman Catholic Church's secular powers in
France. In an essay published in 1867, Veuillot attacked the
romantics and abominated Gautier's prose in particular as
weighted down by "superlatives." His metaphor of a coach
trapped in sand implies that prose should be light, agile, and
adaptable.
Veuillot's phrase may pop into Stephen's mind simply because
he sees a boat stuck in the sand, but he uses it to meditate
briefly on the protean qualities of language: "These
heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here."
Like the many other kinds of matter that combine to make up
his life (physical elements, past experiences, family
upbringing, national identity, and so forth), language too is
a kind of prima materia
against whose heavy shifting tug the artist must struggle to
impose his shape on the world. In Veuillot's estimation,
Gautier lost the battle.
The image of being stuck in the sand will recur later in the
novel as a figure evoking the phrase "stick-in-the-mud," i.e.
a person trapped in one of life's ruts and unable to act
spontaneously. The words that Bloom, at the end of Nausicaa,
inscribes in the muck with a stick, "I. AM. . . . A.,"
combined with the fact that "his wooden pen"
sticks upright in the sand when he flings it away, suggests
that he is a stick in the mud, as well as confirming Stephen's
intuition about language: "Mr Bloom effaced the
letters with his slow boot. Hopeless thing sand. Nothing
grows in it. All fades." In Eumaeus and Penelope
both he and his wife will think of the other as a
stick-in-the-mud keeping them from realizing happiness.