Status Updates From Ulysses

The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is the infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the soul is wafted over regions of cycles of generations that have lived. A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. She follows her mother with ungainly steps, a mare leading her fillyfoal.

Sooooo Mulligan is basically Elon Musk without the exorbitant wealth, magnanimously offering to impregnate every woman in Ireland just to make them feel happy and fulfilled. What a guy!

Ew.

constantly torn between feelings of endearment and disgust for Bloom