A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

I was vibing with the free indirect speech early on, but as Stephen's sense of self importance grew, my interest waned. The uncritical portrayal of this adolescent self-aggrandisement is no doubt realistic, but I'm not sure I could take another page of his lectures on esthetics. I also felt that the same effect with regards to religion could have been achieved without dedicating half the novel to sermons.

“Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?”

Need to think, re-read, and go over this a bunch before reviewing(and write a paper), but I thought it was fantastic. Why are Irish writers so good?