Beauty expressed by the artist cannot awaken in us an

emotion which is kinetic or a sensation which is purely

physical; it awakens, or ought to awaken, or induces, or

ought to induce, an esthetic stasis, an ideal pity or

an ideal terror, a stasis called forth, prolonged, and at

last dissolved by what I call the rhythm of beauty.

Rhythm is the first formal esthetic relation of part to

part in any esthetic whole or of an esthetic whole

to its part or parts or of any part to

the esthetic whole of which it is wholly a part.

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Paraphrases from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce.

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