Where chapter 13 is one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I’ve ever experienced, chapter 14 is the most tedious and exasperating.

Kubrick, in 2001, used the music of Ligeti for multiple purposes: as an alien atmosphere, tense uncertainty, and also the birth and struggle of life. And thank god film was invented because what Joyce tries to do so ponderously in ch. 14 Kubrick pulls off 40 years later.