Is it on account of that certain young lady and Father Moran? But that's all in your own mind, Stevie. As they passed through a lane of the tables Stephen said: --Cranly, I want to speak to you. Your mother brings you into the world, carries you first in her body. It was a cold day and to keep up my heart I had (saving your presence, ma'am) a quid of Tullamore in my mouth and sure I couldn't say a word in any case because my mouth was full of tobacco juice.