Ulysses

by James Joyce

God, isn’t he dreadful? He stated frankly. A ponderous Saxon. He thinks you’re now not a gentleman. God, those bloody English! Bursting with money and indigestion. Because he comes from Oxford. You recognise, Dedalus, you've got the real Oxford way. He can’t make you out. O, my call for you is the excellent: Kinch, the knife-blade.

I wasn't expecting to laugh so much in this book. It's worth reading the annotated texts to set the context. No one in 2022 would have enough otherwise.