By James Joyce
Date: 10 December 1999

Ulysses

...and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses
and the rose gardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar
as a I girl where I was a Flower of the Mountain yes when I put the rose in my
hair like the Andalusian girls used to do or shall I wear a red yes and how he
kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and
then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes
to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew
him down to me so he could feel and smell all perfume yes and his heart was
going like mad and yes I said yes I will. Yes.