When I say “reread Ulysses” I more mean get past the first 150 pages of it. I always putter out then, leaving Bloom cold and alone by lunch time, on this way to work or to a funeral. But this time my chances are the best they’ve ever been to get to the juicy parts.
Bob and I have been switching off each night and reading a couple pages. It’s instant gratification to have someone to share how great I thought a sentence was and I adore Bob’s ability to say “I think they’re in a classroom, Stephan just got paid…” Oh! I think to myself. I had been pretty sure it was some strange dream sequence. I get lost in the language, he can follow along with the details. Perfect Ulysses buddy.
