James Joyce with Nora and Moune Gilbert, Zurich
James Joyce, Nora Joyce, and P.J. Hoey seated on grass
Photograph from the La Hune exhibition--Reading room of the National Library, Dublin
James Joyce, bearded, seated in profile, Zurich
James Joyce with Nora, John Sullivan and Mrs. Sullivan, grouped at piano
James Joyce, Nora Joyce and Stuart Gilbert, Zurich
About us thus
James Joyce, James Stephens and John Sullivan talking on Rue Raspail, Paris
Photograph of La Hune exhibition--Panel illustrating Joyce's place in literary history
John Quinn, inscribed to James Joyce
But so was doom'd
After that I saw a multitude
Down whose steps
Were further space allow'd
Already had my steps
Through every orb of that sad region
And I beheld myself
Such saw i many a face
James Joyce in cap, Bognar, Wales
James Joyce, James Stephens and John Sullivan at Stephens' apartment, Paris
Bridlegoose
Prologue
Prologue
While underneath, the ground
At her side, as 't were that none might bear her off
Then "glory to the father, to the son"
Three nymphs, at the right wheel
Beneath a sky so beautiful
And while, with looks directed to the ground
The left bank
And who are those twain spirits?
But not long slumber'd
Then when he knew the pilot
Thus, in a cloud of flowers
Here the rocky precipice
At length, as undeceived, they went their 'vay
E'en thus the blind and poor
And there were some, who in the shady place
For that all those living lights
The wretch appear'd amid all these to say
The shadowy forms
Messire Oudart.
After dinner, Panurge went to see her.
On the road to the castle
Friar John.
Rondibilis the Physician
François Rabelais
James Joyce with Nora, Lucia and unidentified little girl at table in garden
And when i saw spirits along the flame proceeding
Many," exclaim'd the bard," are these, who throng around us
O fond arachne! thee i also saw
Then from the bosom oj' the burning mass
The heavenly steersman at the prow was seen
Christ beam'd on that cross
Again mine eyes were fix'd on beatrice
Now the fair consort of tithonus old
Not unlike to iron in the furnace
There both, I thought, the eagle and myself did burn
Hearing the air cut by their verdant plumes
I once was Pia. sienna gave me life
From my breast loosening the cross
He led them up the great staircase of the castle.
How Gargantua passed the ford.
Thus went out those valiant champions on their adventure.
The chamber is already full of devils.
Friar John and Panurge
They came where two old women were weeping and wailing.
With this I ran away a fair gallop-rake.
The Master of Ringing Island.
Gargantua visiting the shops.
James Joyce's graduation from Royal University (later University College Dublin)
Proprietor and staff of Restaurant Au Sourd in Toulon France (Photo sent to Sylvia Beach at Joyce's request)
Say then, beginning, to what point thy soul aspires
Up, he exclaim'd, " brother I upon thy feet arise"
Now who art thou, that through our smoke dost cleave?
In fashion, as a snow white rose
So drew full more than thousand splendours towards us
The radiant planet, that to love invites
With wary steps and slow we pass'd
My guide, then laying hold on me, by words
In visage such, as past my power to bear
With equal pace, as oxen in the yoke
Ye host of heaven, whose glory I survey I
Who then, amongst us here aloft, hath brought thee?
What Aileth Thee, that still thou look'st to earth?
Answering not, mine eyes I raised
|Boredom with Nikos,| Harry Jacobus with dog, Berkeley
Joyce's apartment, 2 Square Robiac, Paris
The monstrous physetere was slain by Pantagruel
Bridlegoose relateth the history of the reconcilers.
In fine, they were all of them forced to sea, and drowned like so many rats.
He went to see the city, and was behold of everybody there with great admiration.
The monks knew not, in that extremity, to which of all their saints they should vow themselves.
My so good wife dead, who was the most this, the most that, that ever was in the world.
Salve regina, on the grass and flowers, here chanting
