...affirmation of Molly Bloom, the embodiment of sexual, procreative humanity, almost of Mother Earth : . . . and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I say yes to say yes my mountain flower and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume...

..."Mulvey was the first," who will return only pronominally to fuse with Bloom at the very end: "and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought...to ask again yes and then he asked, me would I yes" (783). As Richard Ellmann has remarked, this is the point when "her reference to all the men she has...

...to see and that means a good deal more than merely looking with the eye. " — Kimon Nicolaides "... and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would lyes ... and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts...

...words are the best known lines of Ulysses, the set piece of Bloomsday broadcasts everywhere: . . . and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first 1 put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and...

...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...my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would 1 yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me...

...vision of the gaze and of the loop of desire. Images of gaze and circuit prevail on the last page: "then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes." He reciprocates the asking in her eyes, and on the two remaining lines he feels her "breasts all perfume"...

...the yes. A certain narrativity is to be found at the simple core [coeur simple] of the simplest yes: "I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes" (U, 704), and so on. A yes never comes alone, and one is never alone in saying yes. Nor do we laugh...

...the memory of the yes. A certain narrativity is to be found at the simple core of the simplest yes: "I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes" (U, 704). A yes never comes alone, and we never say this word alone. Nor do we laugh alone, as Freud...

...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 I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower...

...first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of ... and I thought well as well him as another and then...again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes . . . and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. ( U 643-44) The truth is that...