James Joyce's Ulysses: John Quinn Draft Manuscript of the 'Circe' Episode; Thursday 14 December 2000; Sale Number 9548A Christie's, New York, 2000, Illustrated Wraps, , , Near Fine
43 pp. Sale 9548, Fine Printed Books and Manuscripts, a special offprint of lot 232, Joyce's manuscript of the 'Circe' episode, which sold for $1,546,000. One fold-out page, showing blurred photographs of the manuscript. Draw your own conclusions about the Joyce estate. Several interesting photos of Joyce, unblurred. A beautiful photo of Joyce Pound, Ford Maddox Ford, and John Quinn, to whom the ms. belonged. Description; The John Quinn--James Joyce Connection; The Difficult Birth of 'Crice'; The Multiple Incarnations of 'That Bloody Circe'; The Quinn Draft--Structure and Text; Concordance Between Quinn Draft Text and Gabler 1984 Text; List of Works Consulted. 'Another list, pencilled in a neat column on the same page contains material used in another episode of Ulysses. His list reads ''business / bibles / bulldog / battleships / buggery bishops''; to the right he has added ''battledogs / bibles / Business / Barnum.'' This alliterative list is then recast horizontally at the bottom of the page: ''Beer beef battledog bible / [lined out] business barnum buggerum bishop.'
FLOWER, that I hold in my hand,
Waxen and white and unwoful,
Perfect with your race’s lovely perfection,
Pure as the dream of a child just descended from the heavens,
Chaste as the thought of the maid on whose sight first shines the glow of love’s planet,
Trustful as a boy who holds the world in hands of power unrelaxing,
Flower, graceful, lovely,
Lo! I give you to the waves that roll across the ocean’s expanses.
I watch you like a star on the waters,
I watch you floating away in the distance;
The ocean gives you reception and dwelling,
The ocean with the sweep of its world-encircling currents,
With its storms and winds,—
Mutable home where all is each and each is other.
You show no signs of terror,
You float to the mid-most whirlpool,
You are made one with the unending streams,
The moon and stars are reflected in your changed bosom,
The measureless winds enfold you with love as a garment.
Night and day and time are contained in your embraces,
Clouds emerge from your heart and return,
Life and death are as slender ripples across your central calmness,
Hope and wishing and longing and tumult are over,
Unto the all, your cradle and grave, your father-mother,
You have returned,
O flower transfigured!
O flower having reached your fruition!