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--Heavenly God! cried Stephen's soul, in an outburst of profane joy.
He turned away from her suddenly and set off across the strand. His
cheeks were aflame; his body was aglow; his limbs were trembling. On
and on and on and on he strode, far out over the sands, singing wildly
to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that had cried to him.
Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the
holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had
leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate
life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal
youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open
before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error
and glory. On and on and on and on!
I think this is from Chapter 5, I could be wrong. If you ever hear Cyril Cussack reading these lines, the youthful voice of the old actor, the Irish 'lilt', the beauty, the poetry and the passion will make you fall in love with Cyril, Joyce and Stephen all at once. Try to get hold of this from somewhere (your local library should have it):