'a languid floating flower'

"Enjoy a bath now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the gentle tepid stream. This is my body.
He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower."
[James Joyce, Ulysses]

a little drawing inspired by "Ulysses", probably the most genius novel of the XXth century

this picture will be - along with a miniature bottle of Polish vodka-a first prize for the winner of a little writing Bloomsday Contest I organized that just ended yesterday(check out the entries in my journal)