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What, reduced to their simplest reciprocal form, were Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom and Bloom's thoughts about Stephen's thoughts about Bloom's thought about Stephen?
He thought that he thought that he was a jew whereas he knew that he knew that he knew that he was not.

Circe really is something else. Actually got huge Gravity's Rainbow vibes from it, which I hadn't read when I first read Ulysses.

Should be done next week. Oxen and the Sun is still quite the enigma, the end is just Joyce stretching his legs a little before Finnegans Wake. And, like when reading Finnegans Wake, it works far better when read aloud.

Anti-Semites throw biscuit tins.

Into Wandering Rocks which I didn't like much on my first reading but I'm appreciating more now, seeing how Joyce has all the characters crossing one another's paths, a giant dirty web of Dublin.

Love the Hades episode still, just brilliant. Aeolus less so, but quite like the newspaper headline style going on. Plus the 'K.M.A' as 'kiss my arse' and 'K.M.R.I.A.' as 'kiss my royal Irish arse' will never get old, 100 years old and still makes me smirk. But not as much as Bloom looking at the 'I.N.R.I' on the priest's back and thinking, 'iron nails ran in': genius.

2nd reading commences. I had the feeling I wanted to read this again this year, wondered about June time as I'll be in Paris again (and how fitting) but it turns out I could not resist starting it today on its 100th birthday and J.A.J.'s birthday too.