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  • Edward Quinn, Old man with pipe, Arran Quay, Dublin 1963

    Edward Quinn

    Old man with pipe, Arran Quay, Dublin 1963
    Vintage silver gelatin print
    Paper Size: 17.8 x 23.8 cm
    Signed by Gret Quinn, titled and dated in pencil on verso

    Artist’s wet stamp on verso
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    Provenance

    Estate of Edward Quinn

    Literature

    Shot at the same time as:

    Edward Quinn, James Joyce's Dublin wiith Selected Writings from Joyce's Works, INice, 1974), 

    Page 117

    "Turn your coat, strong character, and tarry among us down the vale, yougander, only once more! And may the mosse of prsperousness gather you rolling home! May foggy dews bediamondise your hooprings! May the fireplug of filiality reinsure your bunghole! May the barleywind behind glow luck to your bathershins! ‘Tis well we know you were loth to leave us, winding your hobbledehorn, right royal post, but, aruah sure, pulse of our slumber, dreambookpage, by the grace of Votre Dame, when the natural morning of your nocturne blankmerges into the national morning of golden sunup and Don Leary gets his own back from old grog Georges Quartos as that goodship the Jonnyjoys takes the wind from waterlogged Erin’s king, you will shiff across the Moylendsea and round up in your own escapology some canonisator’s day or other, sack on back, alack! Digging snow, (not so?) like the good man you are, with your picture pockets turned knockside out in the rake of the rain for fresh remittances and from that till this in any case, timus tenant, may the tussocks grow quickly under your trampthickets and the daisies trip lightly over your battercops."

    Finnegans Wake P.428
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