Status Updates From Ulysses

Snakes of river fog creep slowly. From drains, clefts, cesspools, middens arise on all sides stagnant fumes. A glow leaps in the south beyond the seaward reaches of the river. The navvy, staggering forward, cleaves the crowd and lurches towards the tramsiding. On the farther side under the railway bridge Bloom appears, flushed, panting, cramming bread and chocolate into a sidepocket...lovelorn longlost .. Booloohoom.

Kapitel 17, bokens näst sista, uppbyggt av frågor och svar av kraftigt varierande innehåll.

Not sure what’s going on, love a good wake and a good riddle though, also love not knowing what’s going on

Slowly but surely🙂