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January, 1915. Joyce and his family remained in Trieste, but when his students and fellow<br />

teachers entered the army and the school closed, he said, “Now that everyone in Trieste knows<br />

English, I will have to move on.” 134<br />

Leaving their furniture and books behind, the Joyce clan left Trieste in June, 1915, and ended<br />

up in Zurich, where Joyce was to write the majority <strong>of</strong> Ulysses. His family was not happy with<br />

the move—Nora had to learn a new language, and the children were again set back in school.<br />

Thankfully, with the help <strong>of</strong> Pound, Yeats, and others, Joyce was granted seventy-five pounds<br />

from the Royal Literary Fund. His Zurich friends also helped him out with money; many paid for<br />

English lessons they never received, and one friend remembers, “Joyce was sometimes<br />

humorously indignant if a pupil insisted upon having a lesson he had paid for.” 135<br />

With sales <strong>of</strong> Dubliners tapering <strong>of</strong>f, he now sought to publish Portrait in book-form, but<br />

already he was running into the same problems that had plagued his previous books. Squeamish<br />

printers had deleted whole sentences from its serialized parts in <strong>The</strong> Egoist. Duckworth’s, in their<br />

rejection <strong>of</strong> it, said,<br />

James Joyce’s ‘Portrait <strong>of</strong> the Artist as a Young Man’ wants going through<br />

carefully from start to finish.... <strong>It</strong> is too discursive, formless, unrestrained, and<br />

ugly things, ugly words, are too prominent; indeed at times they seem to be<br />

shoved in one’s face, on purpose, unnecessarily....Unless the author will use<br />

restraint and proportion he will not gain readers. His pen and his thoughts seem<br />

to have run away with him sometimes. 136<br />

With the help <strong>of</strong> H. G. Wells (who admired Portrait), Joyce was able to secure an agent,<br />

whose efforts landed the American publication <strong>of</strong> Dubliners and Portrait, by B. W. Huebsch, by<br />

the end <strong>of</strong> 1916. No publisher in England would yet touch Portrait, and finally Miss Weaver<br />

<strong>of</strong>fered to have the Egoist Press print it, and it finally appeared on February 12, 1917. Soon<br />

afterwards his play Exiles was published by Grant Richards, though it remained unperformed for<br />

the time being.<br />

As a result <strong>of</strong> his patrons’ help, Joyce could now live as he wished, waking late and staying<br />

out in the cafes. Zurich at the time was a strange crossroads <strong>of</strong> artists and intellectuals, and in<br />

1915 the original Surrealists began meeting at the Café Voltaire before moving to Paris after the<br />

war. Also, in the Café Odéon, Joyce and Lenin were both frequent customers, and it is said that<br />

on one occasion they actually met. 137<br />

He continued with Ulysses as always, and began to bring his acquaintances more and more<br />

into the process <strong>of</strong> its composition. He talked for a long time to a student and friend, Georges<br />

Borach, and Borach noted much <strong>of</strong> what Joyce said in his notebook:<br />

<strong>The</strong> most beautiful, most human traits are contained in the Odyssey....I find the<br />

subject <strong>of</strong> Ulysses the most human in world literature. Ulysses didn’t want to go<br />

<strong>of</strong>f to Troy ... [and when] the recruiting <strong>of</strong>ficers arrived, he happened to be<br />

plowing. He pretended to be mad....<strong>The</strong>n the motif <strong>of</strong> wandering. Scylla and<br />

Charybdis—what a splendid parable. Ulysses is also a great musician; he wishes<br />

to and must listen [to the Sirens]; he has himself tied to the mast. <strong>The</strong> motif <strong>of</strong> the<br />

artist, who will lay down his life rather than renounce his interest.... On Naxos,<br />

the oldster <strong>of</strong> fifty, perhaps bald-headed, with Nausicaa, a girl who is barely<br />

seventeen. What a fine theme! <strong>And</strong> the return, how pr<strong>of</strong>oundly human! Don’t<br />

forget the trait <strong>of</strong> generosity at the interview with Ajax in the nether world, and<br />

many other beautiful touches. I am almost afraid to treat such a theme; it’s<br />

overwhelming. 138<br />

Ellmann points out, “<strong>It</strong> is not surprising that Joyce’s description <strong>of</strong> Ulysses as pacifist, father,<br />

wanderer, musician, and artist, ties the hero’s life closely to his own.” 139

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