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.'
Follow, Follow, Follow
Follow! Follow! Follow!
Blackbird, thrush, and swallow!
The air is soft, the sun is dancing through
The dancing boughs;
A little while me company along
And I will go with you.
Arouse! Arouse!
Among the leaves I sing my pleasant song.
Sky! Sky! On high! O gentle majesty!
Come all ye happy birds and follow, follow!
Under the slender interlacing boughs,
Blackbird, thrush and swallow!
No longer in the sunlight sit and drowse,
But me accompany along;
No longer be ye mute!
Arouse! Arouse!
Among the leaves I sing my pleasant song.
Lift, lift, ye happy birds! Lift song and wing;
And sing and fly; and fly again, and sing
Up to the very blueness of the sky
Your happy words!
O Follow! Follow! Follow!
Where we go racing through the shady ways,
Blackbird, thrush and swallow,
Shouting aloud our ecstasy of praise!
Under the slender interlacing boughs
Me accompany along;
The sun is coming with us!
Rouse! O rouse!
Among the leaves I sing my pleasant song.