when i was about seventeen i sometimes carried around a copy of james joyce's ulysses in my schoolbag and would casually pull it out and pretend to be reading it in my LUNCHTIME, on the bus home, etc. but i confess here and now that i never got past page 17 and it was too heavy to carry. anyway, hyafox's photo of marilyn and mo's subsequent comment got me curious about what that last page might be, so i checked and here's what i found. it's pretty beautiful and poignant.

... 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.

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