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, James Joyce's Ulysses: John Quinn Draft Manuscript of the 'Circe' Episode; Thursday 14 December 2000; Sale Number 9548A , James Joyce's Ulysses: John Quinn Draft Manuscript of the 'Circe' Episode; Thursday 14 December 2000; Sale Number 9548A , James Joyce's Ulysses: John Quinn Draft Manuscript of the 'Circe' Episode; Thursday 14 December 2000; Sale Number 9548A
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  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.'

  

“Like As the Lark”

Quale allodetta che in aere si spazia	
Prima cantando, e poi tace, contenta,	
Dell’ ultima dolcezza che la sazia.	
DANTE: Paradiso, XX.
	
  LIKE as the lark that, soaring higher and higher,		
Singeth awhile, then stops as ’t were content		
  With his last sweetness, having filled desire,		
So paused our bard; not for his force was spent,		
  Nor that a string was loosened in his lyre,	
But, having said his best and done his best,		
  He could not better what was given before,		
And threescore years and ten, demanding rest,		
  Whispered, They want thee on the other shore!		
And now he walks amid the learned throng,	
  Haply with him who was the sixth of those		
Who towered above the multitude in song,		
  Or by the side of Geoffrey Chaucer goes,		
Who shall remember with his wonted smile		
How James found music in his antique style.	
But we ’ll not mingle fancies with our sorrow		
Nor from his own imagination borrow;		
Holmes, who is left us, best could speak his praise		
Who knew his heart so well and loved his lays,		
And whom Heaven crowns with greater length of days.