—Often happy, Stephen said, and often unhappy. I was someone else then.
—How someone else? What do you mean by that statement?
—I mean, said Stephen, that I was not myself as I am now, as I had to become.
—Not as you are now, not as you had to become,Cranly repeated. Let me ask you a question. Do you love your mother?
Stephen shook his head slowly.
—I don't know what your words mean, he said simply.
—Have you never loved anyone? Cranly asked.
—Do you mean women?