I have said this before, but the world is in Ulysses. So, no matter what I sketch, I can find a passage in Ulysses that will evoke something for me. Sometimes it's pretty obvious. I'm no Joycean scholar. Sometimes it's more subtle
Like this one, about our first Zoom call
'
its metamorphoses as vapour, mist, cloud, rain, sleet, snow, hail: its strength in rigid hydrants:... its ubiquity as constituting 90 % of the human body:...'
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