51% done with Ulysses

As chapter 12 wore on I started to get the impression that Joyce could be a bit of a shite-ass hipster. He goes on so long making a ‘literary mockery’ of the drunks and their gossiping of Bloom, that I began to wonder if Joyce felt that simple minded people were all idiots to be mocked.

I think he went a little too far in this chapter.

13 is off back to form, however. Man, can Joyce write!