Said in conversation with Frank Budgen, Zurich, 1918, as told by Budgen http://digicoll.library.wisc.edu/cgi-bin/JoyceColl/JoyceColl-idx?type=turn&entity=JoyceColl.BudgenUlysses.p0092&id=JoyceColl.BudgenUlysses&isize=M&pview=hide in his book James Joyce and the Making of "Ulysses" (1934), ch. IV
“It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene,”
Ulysses (1922)
Context: It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness... (271)
