"...and the sea the sea
crimson sometimes like fire and the
glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the
Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue and yellow houses and the
rosegardens and the
jessamine and
geraniums and
cactuses and
Gibraltar 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 Yes."
James Joyce - Ulysses