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[ Aetat. 54-57 ] J O Y C E 7i3husband, yet she is full of submission, if not precisely to him, at least tothe male principle. Whether the man coming down on her from Archangelis her husband or her father or both doesn't greatly matter,* nordoes her grammar. She dissolves into a force of nature, eternally constantin spite of inconstancies, tied indissolubly to her image of man.This final passage, in which the Liffey's fresh water mixed with thesalt water of the Irish Sea in Dublin Bay, was sketched out in one afternoon,and in its first stage was only two and a half pages long.t Afterfinishing it, Joyce told Jolas, i felt so completely exhausted, as if all theblood had run out of my brain. I sat for a long while on a street bench,unable to move.' 86He brought it firstto Madame Lapeyre's bistro, at thecorner of the rue de Grenelle and the rue de Bourgogne, where he andLeon usually met before dinner, and then to dinner at Fouquet's. Therehe asked Helen Joyce to read the fragment aloud, and listened with evidentand intense pleasure to what he had created. Leon, full of affection,watched him and saw that for one of the rare times in their friendshipJoyce looked satisfied and proud of himself. 87In the next few days Joyceexpanded the two and a half pages to ten, and lent them to Beckett, whoread them on the way to the railroad station and called him up to sayhow much they moved him. 88 Joyce was very pleased. He read it also toGeorge Pelorson, and said, 'Do you like it?' 'Yes, when you recite it.'Joyce laughed, then explained it. 'There are people who say it's crazy,'he said, i wonder. . . .' And he hesitated. Pelorson said, 'You put your* Molly similarly confuses her husband and an old lover, but also recognizes Bloom'sdistinctness.t This-earlier version read:Soft morning, city! I am leafy speaking. Folty and folty all the nights have beenfalling on to long my hair. Not a sound falling. The woods are so fond always. It isfor my golden wedding. Rise up, man of the hooths, you have slept so long! I amleafy, your golden, so you called me, exaggerator! Here is your shirt, the day one,come back. The stock, your collar. Also your double brogues. I want to see youlooking fine for me. The children are still fast. There is no school today. It's Phoenix,dear. It is the softest morning that I can ever remember me. The trout will beso nice at breakfast. Are my not truly? Only you must buy me a new girdle too.Come. Give me your great big hand for miny tiny. We will take our walk beforethey ring the bells. Not such big steps. It is hardly seven mile. It is very good forhealth in the morning. It seems so long since. As if you had been long far away.You will tell me some time if I can belive its all. You know where I am bringingyou? You remember? Not a soul but ourselves. We might call on the Old Lord,what do you say? He is a fine sport. Remember to take off your white hat, eh? I amso exquisitely pleased about the lovely dress I have. You will always call me leafy,won't you? Queer grand old Finn, If I knew who you are! I will tell you all sorts ofstories, strange one. About every place we pass. It is all so often and still the sameto me. Look! Your blackbirds! That's for your good luck. How glad you'll be I wakedyou. My! How well you'll feel. For ever after. First we turn a little here and thenit's easy. I only hope the heavens sees us. A bit beside the bush and then a walkalong the