like most of the consumers on here, I never finished Ulysses. I don’t know what this says about me, but I know I stopped around page 300, when I couldn’t take any more of Bloom’s rambling thoughts. But I do see why Ulysses is “ranked up there” in the great works of literature. Still, I would have better understood its complexities if a young, handsome Dublin professor had explained the book to me while we sat on the cliff coasts of Ireland.