Excerpt
‘That
this long-forgotten line, presumably from some despised examination text,
should have lain in wait for this moment was almost more than Stephen
could bear. How could such exultation fill his heart? He had loved his
father. They had not been engaged in any battle of which he was aware.
Yet his response was larger than the event itself - consonant, it seemed,
with that of a Prometheus, an Oedipus or a Hamlet. He had experienced
in the death of an ordinary man a moment of transcendent liberation.
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