The Artist – Roger Cummiskey.

Stephen Dedalus proceeds along the beach on Sandymount strand, cracking shells as he goes (echoing his recognition of the cycle of life in “seaspawn and seawrack”). Then he closes his eyes, wondering whether he is “walking into eternity,” and hears the rhythm of the sea, which he likens to an “acatalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop: deline the mare.” He sees language in terms of reality, but he also seems to see the reality of language – language, itself, gallops even as it describes the galloping mare. He opens his eyes again, commanding himself to see anew.