From intellectual labor (and religious) made ​​the first autobiographical novel in the figure of the artist born poet (not the narrator), a young poet - Joyce a few years earlier - that creates clear lines, perfectly rhythmic, rhyming, musically flexible, and inspired by a "temptress" with "dark eyes and touched of languor." The "flowing letters of language," along with the "symbol of the element of mystery," its composition neoautore fill a temporary satisfaction. We are more or less in 1902 and Stephen / James is now pondering on the choice of exile (a political exile): "I will not serve."