The music passed in an instant, as the first bars of sudden music always did, over the fantastic fabrics of his mind, dissolving them painlessly and noiselessly as a sudden wave dissolves the sand-built turrets of children. Smiling at the trivial air he raised his eyes to the priest’s face and, seeing in it a mirthless reflection of the sunken day, detached his hand slowly which had acquiesced faintly in the companionship.
There were a number of transformations that Stephen suffered through, as do most people as they grow up. This, for me, marked almost an awakening of his spiritual side, as if he slid himself into something new and bigger than him. He relinquished his volition, and seemingly found peace in it.