and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue
and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine
and geraniums and cactuses and Gibralter as a girl where
I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose
in my hair like the Andalusian girls used 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
my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad
and yes I said yes I will

James Joyce