Molly's soliloquy: thought is the thought of thought/happy st pattys day

and the castanets and the night we missed

The boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O

That awful deep down torrent O 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 the 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 to 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.