Status Updates From Ulysse

My dear Kitty told me today that she would dance in a deluge before ever she would starve in such an ark of salvation for,.. (blushing piquantly and whispering in my ear though there was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies),..The first, said she (and here my pretty philosopher, as I handed her to her tilbury, to fix my attention, gently tipped with her tongue the outer chamber of my ear), the first is a bath

That one section reads like Joyce dictated it aloud to someone who didn't actually speak English. They had trouble keeping up with him, so every now and then they'd write down garbled nonsense that seemed right in their non-English-speaking mind, but the general meaning of the whole is muddily clear if you just keep reading. Sometimes. You know?