Wednesday

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

Who would ever call Ulysses inaccessible? I've read it three times. Well, I've picked it up three times. I couldn't finish it or, in fact, get past page five.

UPDATE
JOYCE: "I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of ensuring immortality."

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