Ulysses, Finished?

There is something shallow about this lingering satisfaction. I completed Joyce's hefty project earlier today. Given the cold, I elected to read Rhyming Life and Death by Amos Oz in a single sitting, perhaps to calm the waters from Molly's episode. Oh, nobodaddy, there is so much Bloom in us all. Indeed the star's apathy is absolute and maybe i should reconsider this project for 2011.