...speech," Stephen reflects, while conversing with the dean of studies, an English convert to Catholicism. "I have not made or accepted its words. My voice holds...bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language." 221 The last pages are fragments from Stephen's notebook, duly recording his final interviews with...

...individual or authentic but secondhand. Debating the word 'tundish' with the dean of studies, he reflects: How different are the words home, Christ, ale, master,...bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language. (PI 89) Stephen in the Portrait is searching for an authentic language which he can voice. It is a...

...was born in Dublin: How different are the words home, Christ, ale, master, on his lips and on minel I cannot speak or write these words without unrest...holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.1 William Carleton (1794-1869) was probably the first Irish writer to establish a link between...

...of his private world. THEME WORDS It is through their names that things have power over Stephen. - The language in which we are speaking is his before...bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language. P22I/2I5Not only is the Dean's English a conqueror's tongue; since the loss of Adam's words which perfectly...

...to him, Stephen, an Irishman: "The language in which we are speaking is his before it is mine . . . His language, so familiar and so foreign, will always...bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language" (p. 189). l In the diary at the end of the novel, Stephen records his discovery that "tundish" is,...

...blather on; the women think their own thoughts and keep family life and the social order together. The language in which we are speaking is his before...bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language. 33 The resentment of Stephen Dedalus, an Irishman, toward the conqueror's language is analogous to...

...of the English language as well, as the following thoughts, prompted by an English dean, indicate: "—The language in which we are speaking is his before...bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language" (189). The knowledge that tyranny is written into the English language fuels Stephen's will to master...

...before it is mine. How dlfferent are the words home, Chr-ist, ale, master, on his lips and on minel I cannot speak or write these words without unrest...holds them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language.36 34 Collected Pntmi, pp. 179-80. 35 Selecttd Poems, p. 36. It is not without a certain irony...

...mine! I cannot speak or write these words without unrest of spirit. His language, so familiar and yet so foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech....bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language. (189) Stephen's anxiety here, however, has little to do with the political struggle between the imperial...

...foreign, will always be for me an acquired speech. I have not made or accepted his words. My voice hold them at bay. My soul frets in the shadow of his language. Joyce 1960: 189) The monoglossic language, at once familiar and foreign, necessary but felt to be alien,...