Or it is the same figure, a year or so gone over, in his first hard hat (ah, that was a day!), already on the road, a fullfledged traveller for the family firm, equipped with an orderbook, a scented handkerchief (not for show only), his case of bright trinketware (alas, a thing now of the past!), and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this or that halfwon housewife reckoning it out upon her fingertips or for a budding virgin shyly acknowledging (but the heart? tell me!) his studied baisemoins. That young figure of then is seen, precociously manly, walking on a nipping morning from the old house in Clambrassil street to the high school, his booksatchel on him bandolierwise, and in it a goodly hunk of wheaten loaf, a mother's thought. He is young Leopold, as in a retrospective arrangement, a mirror within a mirror (hey, presto!), he beholdeth himself. No longer is Leopold, as he sits there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a modest substance in the funds. “What is the age of the soul of man? As she hath the virtue of the chameleon to change her hue at every new approach, to be gay with the merry and mournful with the downcast, so too is her age changeable as her mood. His heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.” Yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yesĪnd drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I Under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then Jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I wasĪ Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like theĪndalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me The figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streetsĪnd the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the The sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and Going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and Lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and theĬastanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman The old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid for her Kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with Years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like The big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of The morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows whoĮlse from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market allĬlucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleepĪnd the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and Girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in The thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish Sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes theyĬalled it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with Sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of MulveyĪnd Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the Round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till heĪsked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the Saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get ![]() Lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we areįlowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his lifeĪnd the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I “ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near
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