(Bloom and Molly) What a time you were, she said
(Pen and wash 1987)
Marion: (Softly) Poldy!
Bloom: Yes, Ma’am?
Marion: Ti trema
un poco, il cuore?
(Pen and wash 1992)
What a madman nobody understands
his cracked ideas but me
(Ink drawing 1987)
Oh Milly Bloom, you are my darling. You are my looking glass from night to morning.
I'd rather have you without a farthing
Than Katey Keog with her ass and garden. (Brush drawing 1990)
Leopold Bloom - based on a photograph of Holbrook Jackson,
whom, according to Joyce, Bloom resembled. (Charcoal 1987)
…any man that‘d kiss a womans bottom
I‘d throw my hat at him…
(Pencil and wash 1992)
So we turned into Barney Kiernan’s and there sure enough was the citizen up in the corner having a great conflab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel, Garryowen, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink (Charcoal and wash 1992)
Philip drunk and Philip sober - Plato and Aristotle
(after Raphael) (Charcoal and wash 1987)
‘Sweets of Sin’
The beautiful woman threw off her sabletrimmed wrap displaying her queenly shoulders
and heaving embonpoint. (Ink 1989)
Buck Mulligan (after Augustus John’s portrait of Oliver St John Gogarty, out of whom Joyce devised Mulligan)
(Ink 1988)
(The beagle lifts its snout, showing the grey
scorbutic face of Paddy Dignam)
(Pen, wash and crayon 1993)
The mother: (with the subtle smile of death’s madness)
I was once the beautiful May Goulding.
I am dead. (Pen and wash 1987)
Were they indefinitely inactive?
At Stephen's suggestion, at Bloom's instigation both, first Stephen, then Bloom, in penumbra urinated
(Pen and wash 1987)
- He‘s Irish, the seaman bold affirmed, staring still in much the same way and nodding. All Irish.
- All too Irish, Stephen rejoined.
(Crayon and wash 1993)
Mother: I pray for you in my other world. Get Dilly to make you that boiled rice every night
after your brain work. (Ink 1989)
who is in your mind now tell me who you are thinking of who is it tell me his name
who tell me who the German Emperor is it yes imagine Im him think of him can you feel him ...
(Charcoal, ink and wash 1991)
Bello: Hold him down girls, till I squat on him.
Zoe: Yes. Walk on him! I will. Florry: I will. Don’t be greedy.
Kitty: No, me. Lend him to me. (Ink 1987)
And she saw a long Roman candle going up over the trees up, up, and in the intense hush,they were all breathless with excitement as it went higher and higher and she had to lean back more and more to look up after it ...
(Pen and wash 1989)
He‘d kiss anything unnatural where we haven't 1 atom of any kind of expression in us all of us
the same two lumps of lard (Charcoal 1987)
Zoe: Have you a swaggerroot? Bloom: Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then.
Childish device. (lewdly) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed. (Pen and wash 1989)
FLORRY They say the last day is coming this summer (Crayon 1992)
Qui vous a mis dans cette fichue position? C‘est le pigeon, Josef. (Charcoal and wash 1987)
Bending, she nipped a peak of skirt above her knee. Delayed. Taunted them still, bending, suspending, with wilful eyes ...
Smack. She let free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter ... (Charcoal, pen and wash 1992)
BLOOM (Cowed.) Exuberant female. Enormously I desiderate your domination. I am exhausted, abandoned, no more young. I stand, so to speak, with an unposted letter bearing the extra regulation fee before the too late box of the postoffice of human life. (Pen and ink 1992)
... il y a deux choses for which the innocence of our original garb ... is the fittest nay, the only garment. The first, said she, (and here my pretty philosopher, as I handed her to her tilbury, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her tongue the outer chamber of my ear) ... (Charcoal and wash 1992)
... And then the rocket sprang and bang shot blind and O! then the Roman candle burst and it was like a sigh of O! and everyone cried O! O! in raptures and it gushed out of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah! they were all greeny dewy stars falling … (Charcoal 1991)
BLOOM: Is this Mrs Mack‘s?
ZOE: No, Eightyone. Mrs Cohen’s. You might go farther and fare worse. Mother Slipperslapper. (Familiarly) She’s on the job herself tonight with the vet, her tipster, that gives her all the winners and pays for her son in Oxford. (Ink and wash 1989)
