Leopold Bloom

Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley Road, swiftly in slim sandals, along the brightening footpath.  Runs, she runs to meet me, a girl with gold hair on the wind.  Two letters and a card lay on the hall floor.  He stopped and gathered them.  Mrs. Marion Bloom.  His quick heart slowed at once.  Bold hand.  Mrs. Marion. ----Poldy!  entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her touseled head. 

Ulysses
~James Joyce