The first sting inflicted by this cruel worm will be the memory of past pleasures. There were holly and ivy round the pierglass and holly and ivy, green and red, twined round the chandeliers. What is art? What is the beauty it expresses? --That was the first definition I gave you, you sleepy-headed wretch, said Stephen, when I began to try to think out the matter for myself. A second laugh, taking rise from the first after a pause, broke from him involuntarily as he thought of how the man with the hat worked, considering in turn the four points of the sky and then regretfully plunging his spade in the earth.