“Now, as never before, his strange name seemed to him a prophecy. So timeless seemed the grey warm air, so fluid and impersonal his own mood, that all ages were as one to him. A moment before the ghost of the ancient kingdom of the Danes had looked forth through the vesture of the hazewrapped city. Now, at the name of the fabulous artificer, he seemed to hear the noise of dim waves and to see a winged form flying above the waves and slowly climbing in the air.”
Joyce, James. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. New York: Oxford UP, 2000. Print. 142.
Stephen’s dreams and aspirations for himself lead him to believe that he may be a prophet. He develops hopes for a new soul and a new spirit for himself in his life as a priest.