Taking no joy in joyce

All these years of making uneasy jokes about Ulysses is catching up. Its no 1 on the guilt list Bottle Imp and I made last week. How I suffer now. Two episodes down I remembered the beautiful Irish boy who told me last year that the big mistake is trying to read it in a linear fashion. In violation of all precedent and habit I have decided to skip ahead in search of Molly Bloom.

Every now and then I am taken aback by the beauty of a sentence then I go back to cursing the bloody project. Seen here is one of Matisse's sketches for the bloody book.


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