Ulysses continues ...
I’ve decided that I’ll try reading 30 pages each day and hope I can do a little better. Worst case, though, that gets me through it in the month of September with a couple days to spare.
I said yesterday that I didn’t understand even 80% of what I read. The second set of thirty pages tanked my average. Episode three –– Joyce’s “Proteus” episode –– was completely impenetrable. Reading a summary of the episode at least helped avoid a total loss but otherwise I came up pretty much empty.
On the other hand, Leopold Bloom’s first appearance –– “Calypso” –– was as enjoyable as “Proteus” was thick. Again, from the fragments of thoughts and half-processed reactions to the world around, came some beautiful stuff. For instance, the passage in which Bloom sees the sun rising and contemplates growing older, trying to outrun the sun to avoid it:
Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.
So that’s something.