I waited an instant; then I brought out: "Go to church. Then he went away from the door and Wells came over to Stephen and said: --Tell us, Dedalus, do you kiss your mother before you go to bed? Stephen answered: --I do. One night the young peasant, his spirit stung by the violent or luxurious language in which Stephen escaped from the cold silence of intellectual revolt, had called up before Stephen's mind a strange vision. Quint was so clever--he was so deep.