A book that you keep returning to, years later.

What did he hope that a Ulysseslover, returning to the text, might admire?

Its universality: its democratic equality and constancy to its nature: its vastness in an ocean of literature: its umplumbed profundity: the restlessness of its vocabulary, visiting in turn all major european languages known to modern man: the independence of its thought: the variability of reliability of narrator: its quiescence in calmer reaches: its kinetic turgidity in others: its subsidence after escalation: its sterile objectivity among the wandering rocks, whether static or dynamic: its critical and commercial significance: its preponderance of 3 to 1 over the page count of A Portrait: its indisputable hegemony in modern English Literature extending in square leagues over all the region below the subequatorial tropic of Capricorn: the ageless and multisecular stability of its basis: its defense of the marital bed: its acquiescence in the face of the desecration of same: Its capacity to dissolve and hold in solution all ideas including the most precious: its acknowledgment and inclusion of those ideas baser: its slow erosion of the extrovert and elevation of the navel gazer: its weight and volume and density: its imperturbability in the face of critical rants and apocryphal yarns: its gradation of mood including torrid, temperate, frigid: its ramifications in continental literature and congruent genres: its mentions rivers and their tributaries: of oceanic currents and of gulfstream, north and south equatorial courses: its violence in Cyclops: its vast story arc: its secrecy in bedsprings, and latent humility, revealed by the rhapsodic or intoxiating (lir. and fig.); its reference and use of instruments musical: its saturation by Irishness, distillation of humanity: the simplicity of its composition, in 18 constituent parts comprising three parts of (unequal), incongrous chapters: its healing virtues: its buoyancy in the person of Bloom: its persevering penetrativeness in the person of Stephen: its properties for cleansing, quenching symbolic thirst, nourishing the mind: its intended fallibility as paradigm and paragon: its metamorphoses: its strength in its entirety: its variety of forms in laughs and wordplays and glimpses and sights and buts and ifs and uncertainties and noises and sounds and fortces and winces: its solidity in concept: its docility in passivity, biding time on the shelf: its utility in the solution of difficult problems in imaginary or real life: its potentiality derivable from repeated study: its ubiquity in 99.99% of all courses of higher education as regard literary study: the noxiousness of its effluvia (both lit. and fig.): the perfume of its heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit

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