"He still tried to think what was the right answer. Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?"

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - James Joyce

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