James Joyce est né un 2 février, en 1882. 127 ans plus tard, les jeunes filles l'aiment encore. Ce vieux cochon
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“…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 andyes I said yes I will
Yes.”
C'est la dernière phrase d'Ulysse.