The Pandy Scene
The pandying scene from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is, in many ways, fairly typical of a coming-of-age story. A child or young adolescent discovers himself in a situation in which he is in conflict with the adults around him, and the situation resolves traumatically for the child. What is unusual about Stephen's experience is that he refuses to allow Father Dolan, a person of clear authority, to have the last word. By going to the rector and asserting his right to be treated fairly, humanely, and justly, Stephen as an artist-to-be reclaims authority over his own conscience. He emerges from the rector's office in control of his life, no longer a passive recipient of adults' misguided actions.
Stephen is initially singled out from the other boys by Father Dolan because he is different. He asks Stephen, "Why are you not writing like the others?" and though Stephen's teacher explains that he has broken his glasses and been exempted from work, Dolan immediately decides Stephen is a "lazy little schemer" (294). The fact that Stephen wears glasses suggests he is sensitive, intellectual, and physically delicate, he "sees" life differently than others. More imaginative and introspective than his fellow classmates, Stephen already exemplifies the qualities of an artist. It is this uniqueness, symbolized by Stephen's visual abilities (or disabilities), that brings him to Father Dolan's notice. Perhaps Joyce is pointing out that being an artist will always draw the suspicions of those who see life in more simplistic terms; for people like Father Dolan, force and authority are far more important than art and truth.
Though the physical pain caused by the pandy bat is intense, once it fades Stephen becomes increasingly indignant at the injustice of Father Dolan's punishment. He did not deserve it since "the doctor had told him not to read without glasses" (297). "Then to be called a schemer before the class" when Stephen was usually first or second in his studies was "unfair and cruel" (297). It was cruel the way the prefect had paused to steady his hand in order to cause Stephen the greatest pain, unfair that he had been publicly characterized as a schemer, and unjust because he had done nothing wrong.
Prompted by a classmate's remark that "the senate and the Roman people
declared that Dedalus had been wrongly punished" (298), Stephen equates his
experience with other great acts of injustice throughout history and
identifies with those "great persons" who protested injustice; "history was
all about those men" (298-9). Thus in true artistic fashion, Stephen
transforms his experience, infusing it with heroic dimension and symbolic
resonance, and claims kinship with other great artists and dissenters of
history. "The great men of history had names like" Stephen's, but Dolan was
"like the name of a woman who washed clothes" (300-1).
Urged by his classmates, but most of all urged by his own moral sense,
Stephen goes to the rector's office to protest his unfair treatment. He
haltingly explains to the rector that Father Dolan pandied him even though it
had been explained to the prefect that Stephen was not writing his theme
because he had broken his glasses (302-3). Though the rector tries to insist
that Father Dolan must not have understood, Stephen refuses to be satisfied by
this,pointing out that "Father Dolan said he will come in tomorrow to pandy
me again for it" (303). The rector then volunteers to speak with Dolan
himself and asks Stephen "Will that do now?" (303). Stephen assents and
gratefully leaves to join his classmates. The fact that Stephen has
successfully explained his case and obtained a tardy justice from the
prevailing authority is a great moral triumph for him. Instead of being
oppressed by the corrupted moral authority of Father Dolan, Stephen is "happy
and free" (305). And his artist's conscience, which has been successfully
awakened to serve Stephen's own principles of right and wrong, does not serve
him alone. His classmates cheer him as one of their own, his triumph is also
theirs, and he is well on his way toward his artistic mission of f orging "the
uncreated conscience" of his race (526).
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