I'm backtracking here a bit.
After Buck's and Stephen's words, Buck instructs Stephen to look out at the sea that has been kept to my attention, and says "Look at the sea, what does it care of offences?"
The sea, the ocean, any kind of big chunk of water is a big powerful... I dunno, presence. I imagine it can be one of those things that can be shaped to represent just about anything thing you want. But to me, and I guess how I read this book. It's a kind of like a god, not the necessary a christian god, more like the universe as a whole. In other words, if you took everything in existence, I mean everything, things, sounds, and thoughts and ball it all up, and let it float around in its own universe. Now while it is floating around, another floating universe ball comes up to it and says hey, "Some jabronie inside your big ball of everything, is talking about some garbage he read, what do you think about that?" We'll I figure he has less concern about me talking my garbage than I about a single cell that just died and cast away into my dining room universe when I just scratched my elbow.
But this big everything ball (The Ocean) still provides me with everything I need to live. But it doesn' even know to care, it doesn't even have a reason to know, to not even care.
What was I talking about?
Buck say's "I'm inconsequent". He is. The ocean (The Big Universe Ball) is going to do what its gunna do with no thought at all.
Stephen ponders while Buck goes down tower stairs. A part of a poem comes to his head.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter Mystery
For Fergus rules the brazen cars.
This is a Poem by W.B. Yeats
Who will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade.
and dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet brow,
And lift your tender eyelids, maid,
And brood on hopes and fear no more.
And no more turn aside and brood
Upon love's bitter mystery;
For Fergus rules the brazen cars,
And rules the shadows of the wood,
And the white breast of the dim sea
And all dishevelled wandering stars
Well there you go. Fergus don't give a darn about you, or anything else. Live your life, don't get all worked up over some dumb shit Ol' Buck said and let Fergus (The Big Ocean Ball of Everything) do it's thing.
