Yes I said yes I will yes

Sometimes I am faced with the fact that I chose to obtain a degree that many (let's face it, most) people ridicule and consider useless. But then I read stuff like this, and I don't care about uselessness. I just feel happy, grateful and amazed that such writing exists, and and that at one point, there was a glorious time in my life when I spent a good portion of my time analyzing and poring over it.

". . .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. "

(From Molly Bloom's inner monlogue at the end of Ulysses.)