by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
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I will be honest and admit that I am one of the many, many people who have never made it through Ulysses. The first chapter beat me to the ground. Still, I am enough of a snob to be pleased to be in Joyce's company. Take that, Eyre, you tedious bitch.