I kind of dipped in and out of this book, though I read it all. I'd read and drift off in my own thoughts and then drift back into what was on the page, a long run-on something-something about something-something, and I'd snatch images out of it and then drift off again. At first I wondered what was so special about Ulysses. And then I got it. Joyce had the guts to write by "not writing." Therefore, dear writers, if you're in doubt about your writing, open Ulysses on any page, read a bit and feel better. And if you're brave, read the whole thing—it has a talking soap in it, angry corpses, a pregnant man, cats, kidneys, urination trajectories and lots more gems. And of course, the last section is superb. The longest 8 sentences you will read in your life.