Mr Dedalus screwed his glass into his eye and stared hard at both his sons. Fed up, by God, like gamecocks. He would pass by them calmly waiting for a sudden movement of his own will or a sudden call to his sin-loving soul from their soft perfumed flesh. Could it be that he, Stephen Dedalus, had done those things? His conscience sighed in answer.
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