She asked me was I going to Araby. I forget if I answered yes or no. It would be a splendid bazaar, she said she would love to go. “And why can’t you?” I asked.
-James Joyce
I don’t know how my name stumbled into the pages of Ulysses or she into the pages of Dubliners. But she did, and she did go to Araby and loved it, even visiting me in the hospital there and watching the cats steal from our dinner plate at the restaurant beside the Nile.