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They
halted
,
looking
towards
the
blunt
cape
of
Bray
Head
that
lay
on
the
water
like
the
snout
of
a
sleeping
whale
.
Stephen
freed
his
arm
quietly
.
—
Do
you
wish
me
to
tell
you
?
he
asked
.
—
Yes
,
what
is
it
?
Buck
Mulligan
answered
.
I
don
’
t
remember
anything
.
He
looked
in
Stephen
’
s
face
as
he
spoke
.
A
light
wind
passed
his
brow
,
fanning
softly
his
fair
uncombed
hair
and
stirring
silver
points
of
anxiety
in
his
eyes
.
Stephen
,
depressed
by
his
own
voice
,
said
:
—
Do
you
remember
the
first
day
I
went
to
your
house
after
my
mother
’
s
death
?
Buck
Mulligan
frowned
quickly
and
said
:
—
What
?
Where
?
I
can
’
t
remember
anything
.
I
remember
only
ideas
and
sensations
.
Why
?
What
happened
in
the
name
of
God
?
—
You
were
making
tea
,
Stephen
said
,
and
went
across
the
landing
to
get
more
hot
water
.
Your
mother
and
some
visitor
came
out
of
the
drawingroom
.
She
asked
you
who
was
in
your
room
.
