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mi objetivo es terminar este mamotreto en menos de 1 año...

Whole last chapter had Joyce parodying various styles of English—from travel writing of the 1400s, to Middle English, all the way to modern slang—and I almost quit the book here. It’s not fun and does nothing except entertain *Joyce*. Best comparison I can make is when contemporary Virginia Woolf wrote “Time Passes” in TTL, which does a similar stylistic thing but it serves the reader and the narrative

Reading stream-of-consciousness can often be a drag, loved only by scholars, but now and then the massive book comes to life. Bloom is such a cuckold it's funny. One gets used to skim-reading.