STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
“Thank God it’s Friday!”
Surely that’s some kind of heresy. Anyway, happy Bloomsday! I feel like Ulysses has become one of those novels that it’s fashionable to admit that: a) you never finished, or, b) never really liked that much. But I have to make a confession: I have read Ulysses, and, no matter what Dale Peck says, I think it’s one of the best novels ever written. It’s possible that it’s not the best – but it’s pretty hard to think of anything to put above it on the list.
Oh, and while I’m baring my soul, I also love Moby-Dick.