In the quiet of American conscience, we know that deep, persistent poverty is unworthy of our nation#146;s promise. "You go with nothing on?" "What do I care when the child has nothing? I can't wait to dress," I cried, "and if you must do so, I leave you. The chill and order of the life repelled him. He could scarcely recognize as his own thoughts, and repeated slowly to himself: --I am Stephen Dedalus.