Molly Bloom’s Monologue.

I near lost my 
breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that 
was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him 
because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I 
gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer 
first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of 
Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all 
birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of 
the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish 
girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and 
the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street 
and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep 
and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts 
of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white 
and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old 
windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops 
half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman 
going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown 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 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. 



(da quando ho letto questo monologo a scuola, ho aspettato il momento per sentirlo.)

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