Will you, gentleman? The blue flowers which she lifted towards him and her young blue eyes seemed to him at that instant images of guilelessness, and he halted till the image had vanished and he saw only her ragged dress and damp coarse hair and hoydenish face. Often when he had confessed his doubts and scruples--some momentary inattention at prayer, a movement of trivial anger in his soul, or a subtle wilfulness in speech or act--he was bidden by his confessor to name some sin of his past life before absolution was given him. And you know what that word means? Not only to be separate from all others but to have not even one friend. --There's a crack of the whip left in me yet, Stephen, old chap, said Mr Dedalus, poking at the dull fire with fierce energy.