When Stephen thinks, "Talk that to someone else, Stevie: a pickmeup," he is clearly talking himself out of his interest in the girl at the Hodges Figgis' window, in the same way that he has urged himself earlier in Proteus to be more financially prudent ("go easy with that money like a good young imbecile"), or to give up his fascination with obscure medieval texts ("Come out of them, Stephen. Beauty is not there"), or to get over his religious piety ("Cousin Stephen, you will never be a saint"), or to stop lusting after women in the street ("Sell your soul for that, do, dyed rags pinned round a squaw"). But why does he call himself Stevie? And what is a pickmeup? The sentence seems to recall a conversation that Stephen had with his friend Davin in the last chapter of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

John Hunt 2017

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