It's not that I hate Joyce, but reading him feels like a million monkeys to me. Just throw a lot of words on the page and something amongst them has to be good. I can understand the interest with allegory, metaphor, and allusion being so important to the writing, but so much of it is just so daft boring. It's something to study, not to actually sit and enjoy, unless of course one is an English Literature major. I'm not. That's probably where the disconnect is. I plead guilt of ignorance and will go back to reading cereal boxes.
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