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The odyssey is finally over. The sheer comedy of the first chapter, The confidence I felt after reading the second chapter that I could read this book after all, The mist and mud that I footslogged during the third chapter, which after finishing taught me the pleasure of going into the mind of the characters, Meeting the deeply satisfied Mr. Bloom and walking with him during his not-so-exciting morning routine, which ends with him defecating delightfully in the fourth chapter, Walking through Dublin during a jolly summer day and feeling every bit of it in the fifth chapter, Reflecting about death and life in the sixth chapter, Feeling the rush and the pace of modern publishing in the seventh chapter, Tasting that gorgonzola sandwich with Bloom in the eighth chapter, Listening to the exciting Shakespeare theory of Stephen in the ninth chapter, Feeling like the holy ghost and visiting the minds of the people of Dublin in the tenth chapter, Listening to the music and sounds of...

My goal is to finish Joyce's magnum opus before the next Bloomsday. The Germans got it right once again. "Know thy self!."

Let's see if the book will captivate me as much as Marilyn Monroe.