St. Vitus' Dance

Man I can’t draw but I wish I could.

I have this great idea for drawing Molly Bloom as the nymph Calypso lying in bed trapping Bloom in her lush lair of wildflowers and Bloom reading the letter from his daughter realizing she’s becoming a woman far away from the two of them and also thinking of the letter Blazes Boylan has left for Molly that he knows is adulterous but refuses to acknowledge to himself and the drab colours of morning Dublin and the vibrant colours of the flowering Calypso as Molly asks about metempsychosis.