Quotation from: Ulysses

Written by: James Joyce

THE YEWS: (RUSTLING) She is right, our sister. Whisper. (WHISPERED KISSES
ARE HEARD IN ALL THE WOOD. FACES OF HAMADRYADS PEEP OUT FROM THE BOLES
AND AMONG THE LEAVES AND BREAK, BLOSSOMING INTO BLOOM.) Who profaned our
silent shade?

THE NYMPH: (COYLY, THROUGH PARTING FINGERS) There? In the open air?

THE YEWS: (SWEEPING DOWNWARD) Sister, yes. And on our virgin sward.