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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.'

  

"WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN"

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, 
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here -
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock -
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries - kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below - the clover overhead! - 
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

Then your apples all is getherd, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! . . .
I don't know how to tell it - but ef sich a thing could be 
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on
me -
I'd want to 'commodate 'em - all the whole-indurin' flock -
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.