However already on the first page the plump Buck Mulligan intoned: Introibo ad altare Dei.
This is Latin. Is if from Latin Mass?
Apparently it's one of the antiphons used in the Roman Catholic mass. (I'm referring to
this article from Wikipedia). It's part of a series of rituals that the priest carries out before going up to the altar and seems to be a prayer for the clergy alone. I imagine this is why Buck Mulligan intones it as he is shaving.
I also know that Stephen Dedalus is Joyce himself.
He appears on the first page.
I also know that Dedalus invented wings for Ikarus in Greek mythology.
Joyce is also Bloom...
Daedalus is one of those characters that is (for me at least) endlessly fascinating.
He builds the bull which enables Pasiphae to mate with the black bull of Poseidon.
He then builds the labyrinth to incarcerate the offspring born of this mating (the Minotaur).
He is then imprisoned at the centre of the labyrinth so that the secret of how to escape from it will never be discovered.
He then builds a set of wings so that both he and his son, Icarus, can escape.
As everyone knows, Icarus can't get the hang of regulating his altitude and ends up plummeting to his death.
Daedalus survives.
So this means that the surname has so many connotations. Is
Ullyses a labyrinth? Who or where is the minotaur (I suppose the equivalent might be the cyclops in the pub)? The story of Minos and Daedalus is full of father/son, father/daughter, mother/son relationships: Minos to Ariadne, Pasiphae to the Minotaur, Daedalus to Icarus, Venus to Lucifer. It is implied at various points that Stephen sees Bloom as some kind of surrogate father and Joyce had problematic relationships with his own son and daughter (and there are a few connotations that could be drawn from the story of Daedalus?).
I've also read somewhere (though I forget where) that an aspect of the Dedalus/Bloom relationship is actually reflecting the relationship of Beckett to Joyce.
Stephen Dedalus first appears in
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, which was my first experience of Joyce (aged, I think, 16 or so). I loved it then but I wonder whether I'd love it if I read it again.
It's also over 10 years since I read
Ullyses. Time to go back I think. But not yet.