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15a. Circe, Part I
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Or maybe Joyce and his characters aren't drinking as much as I think they're drinking. Thoughts?

Stephen is actually drinking more than we think. Here he accounts for his money:
PHILIP SOBER: Take a fool's advice. All is not well. Work it out with the buttend of a pencil, like a good young idiot. Three pounds twelve you got, two notes, one sovereign, two crowns, if youth but knew. Mooney's en ville, Mooney's sur mer, the Moira, Larchet's, Holles street hospital, Burke's. Eh? I am watching you.
So he has stopped at two more drinking establishments (the Moira House and Larchet's Hotel) that are outside the purview of the book. And aside from the little breakfast at the Tower, he probably hasn't eaten anything. It's a wonder he can stand up straight.
But aside from a glass of wine with his lunch and a glass at Burke's, Bloom has been quite temperate, especially by comparison. This is another aspect of Bloom that sets him apart from the crowd.
Stephen's alcohol abuse is an unpleasant detail, but Joyce obviously has no qualms about airing unpleasant details. Perhaps the question that Joyce is posing is why Stephen is drinking so much. What is he trying to escape?

Given I know the works of none of those, at least one clue why I feel so clueless at ..."
For some reason, Circe put Heffalumps and Woozles into my head:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CLnADKg...

Stephen is actually drinking more than we think. Here he accounts for his money:
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My impression is that Stephen is trying to escape the same thing as most fairly recent college grads even today - the real world. Unless I'm misreading, he didn't seem particularly interseted in the offer to work at the newspaper & he is not happy at Deasy's school. He considers himself an artist but makes no living by his art...nor does he seem to create much art to speak of.
Another interesting point is that alchohol seems to have made him not necessarily more personable through the day, but certainly more loquacious. So there's probably a case to be made that he is trying to lubricate his social awkwardness away. Though, unfortunately, everyone still seems to see him as something of an amusing curiousity...
Of course, his mother's death is weighing on him - so that's a factor as well.

Stephen is actually drinking more than we think. Here he accounts for his money:
P..."
In general, alcohol seems to loom over the entire novel. Dignam died from alchohol abuse, Nuncle Richie seems to have pedophilic tendencies when drinking, Bob Doran is a mess, Bloom is unable to get his ad sold to the newspaper because they are too interested in getting a pint, the Citizen gets boozed up and abuses his daughter, etc, etc...


RFLOL!
(view spoiler) Thx! My sense of sanity just got an infusion of plasma.

"All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light"..."
This is from a letter that Joyce wrote in 1902, asking Lady Gregory for financial assistance. He was about to leave Ireland for medical school in Paris, and he needed money. This is the quote in context:
I want to achieve myself--little or great as I may be--for I know that there is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being, and accordingly I am going to Paris. I intend to study medicine at the University of Paris supporting myself there by teaching English. I am going alone and friendless...I am leaving Dublin by the night boat on Monday 1st December and my train leaves Victoria Station for Newhaven the same night. I am not despondent however for I know that even if I fail to make my way such failure proves very little. I shall try myself against the powers of the world. All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light. And though I seem to have been driven out of my country here as a misbeliever I have found no man yet with a faith like mine.
"Faith in the soul" in this case seems to be faith in himself and in his mission as an artist. It's not a religious faith exactly, and certainly not piety. He never would return to the Catholic Church.
But it's a good question to ask as we enter the last stretch of Ulysses -- is it a cynical book, or does it offer hope? Does Joyce succeed in filling "the inconstancy with light"?


I guess we have to remember that this is one day in the life of this terribly unhappy young man, and it hasn't been a pleasant day for him. At present he is drunk and delerious in a brothel and has nowhere to lay his head. But I think you're right -- to some extent it is a matter of growing pains. More pains than growing at the moment.

"Good puzzle would be to cross Dublin without passing a pub."
http://www.independent.ie/entertainme...

My feelings exactly, Lily. I've also finished all of Circe and at the end I just sat there staring at the page, not sure what I was supposed to think or even how I felt. And it didn't help that I seemed to have even more trouble in the last half than the first half with trying to figure out what the heck was even happening.

Thx, Linda. I think it is reassuring to know one is not alone so reacting...at least maybe? ;-)
Perhaps the disorientation is intentional on Joyce's part?

If it is, then I'm shaking my fist at him. :)

If it is, then I'm shaking my fist at him. :)"
LOL!


LOL! But I'm not sure we would have liked living in an ancient, medieval, Victorian, or any other period any better than in our own, nuclear, terrorist, post-global-wars, technological, climate-shifting, space probing,... age

Certainly true. I don't mean to be uncharitable towards Stephen. I think one of the most power undercurrents of the book is his (and Bloom's) apparent inability to make normal social connections. Which is again underscored (so far) in this as episode Stephen sits disconsolately at the piano without really interacting, and Bloom doesn't really have much to say.
I think something that didn't come accross well in my post is the idea of a struggling young artist. Several of my friends in college were photography majors and they seemed similarly adrift after graduation. I felt it to a certain extent too, even though I wasn't a fine art major. When you spend all of your life preparing for the next step, then finally get there and realize there is no clearly defined next step, it can be unsettling. I feel like this is weighing on Stephen - that he knows he is not using his time wisely, but doesn't quite know what to do with it. Im reminded of the remark (I believe in Aeolus), when he was encouraged to write the next great novel, and instead winds up in the pub. Probably not too much of a stretch to think a young Joyce may have felt similar pressures.

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I will be posting the summary for the second half tonight, so maybe that will help. This episode is chaotic, the subject matter disturbing, and the guideposts are tough to see.
I think Kathy's take on it @42 is right on the money:
I'm still reading this chapter, but it does seem to me to have a dreamlike quality in the sense that it strikes me as a review of everything that's happened so far to Bloom today. Earlier characters are showing up doing unexpected things, just as they do when our brains review and reshuffle things in our dreams. OTOH "revue" might be the more appropriate word. Let's not forget this is clearly theater.

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I think on the positive side we can say at this point that Bloom seems to be taking on some agency, even of its not quite the agency we had hoped to see from him. He didn't have to go chasing after Stephen - but he saw a problem and decided to do something about it rather than just daydream a solution. Perhaps we could say that this is just another way for him to avoid going home as well, but I prefer to see it as a step in the right direction :). Indeed it is literally a step in the right direction as well, since it is on his way home.

You don't have to that at all :). There may well be argument to be made to the contrary, given what we know so far.

Thanks, Thomas. :)
I have no idea yet *why* it's presented as theater, but maybe we can crack that nut in this second half...

with light"? "
This is a great question. Again, one I hope we can return to in the coming week(s). I read this quotation over several times, and it strikes me as something a very young man (or woman) would say. It does seem that "faith in the soul" refers to faith in one's *own* soul, and the idea that such a faith could actually fill all those inconstancies in the world with light is such a bold, even brazen, thing to imagine. It's hard to think of an older Joyce saying this. It's kind of a funny line--a mixed metaphor because the solution to "inconstancy" wouldn't seem to be "light," but he was writing it in a letter after all, not an edited, published work. In any case, I'm not getting the sense that any of the inconstancies of Dublin's masses are going to be filled with light anytime soon...

He was 20 years old when he wrote that, so yes. It sounds very much like the grandiose statement he makes at the end of Portrait of the Artist, that he is going to forge in the smithy of his soul "the uncreated conscience" of his race. It's the sort of thing that makes me think about it until it makes some sense, though I have no idea if it is the sense that was intended.

Will I be sorry later if I don't pay attention now? Cuz I'm about to start skimming.

Well I agree with you about Cyclops but Circe I found more of a drug induced hallucination.

Ah, you've decided that as well :-)
I would suggest listening to the Internet Archive if you have trouble reading it. I rather liked this chapter and I think it's due to the quality of the audio. There have been many parts of this book that I've felt I would probably have been at sea with if not for the clues in the actors voices.

Nicola -- would you please repeat the link for the Archive you are using? I have been using my own set of CDs to listen, purchased several years ago now. They are good, but it sounds like I should try the online recordings. Rather than my paging back to figure out the link to what you may be using, please tell us again?

I read the entire thing, but from what I figured out what was actually happening, I effectively skimmed it.

Nicola -- would y..."
https://archive.org/details/Ulysses-A...
If you ever lose it just google 'Internet Archive Ulysses' and it will take you there.
You can listen online or download them.

Nico..."
Thanks, much, Nicola. Including the how-to-find-again tip!

That audio really is excellent -- as several of you have been saying. I had been listening to my CDs because my CD players had been in more convenient locations than my audio speaker attached to my PC. But I listened to an hour of Circe this morning and really enjoyed it. Now I'll do more, hopefully able to sit and follow with the text.

Yes!
(So, really, too, are the illustrations. But it takes so much time to go through them.)

I didn't enjoy this chapter at all, although I recognize its importance in the work as a whole, especially in terms of Bloom's paternalistic feelings for SD. There was a sense of disorientation, loss (or gain?) of time, a feeling of coming and going from reality, weird sounds near and distant, etc.
I read The Secret Life of Walter Mitty in middle school and this chapter reminded me of that book, especially the section in which Bloom is making his stump speech. They have similar feeling of tuning out and coming back into the present, with the reader wondering what occurred while the character was off in fantasy.


To make it this far in the book and then quit doesn't make sense to me.

Just take some salt tablets and keep going!

P.s. I have now finished "Ulysses".



As for me, I have a fairly unromantic view of this episode: Bloom is just tired. Alcohol (though he doesn't drink much) affects his brain (that's why he doesn't drink much) in ways not always pleasant. Seriously, he is just tired. It has been a long day, frustrating. His monkey mind has turned off and his thinking is more visual and less orderly than it was earlier in the day. I think Joyce is just trying to show us how the mind works across a full day. We think differently at different times and under different circumstances but we are not always aware of that. If you've ever tried to practice meditation, and you watch your mind trying to quiet itself down, the process is not so different from what Joyce describes here. You may stop 'talking' in your mind but memories flash in and fade out (if you let them fade out). Similar experiences happen for me when I am very tired (say from driving for a full day on the highway going south, it is boring and I get more tired than I believe myself to be) thoughts and feelings and memories just come and go unbidden.
I guess that is not a very sophisticated interpretation of what is going on here, but it works for me.
Purging? I did consider Susan's suggestion of purging guilt, not sure if I agree. I suppose daydreaming is another way of "processing" experience but to really process an experience I think as humans we have to make order out of it. Of course before we can do that we have to let the experiences surface so maybe in the next section that will happen.

The concept of processing experience as a routine activity makes sense to me. Experience not rising to the level of fetish, obsession, neurosis still undergoes an ordering either in unconscious dreams or conscious reflection. "Ordering" makes more sense to me than the more religious term purging. I'll be curious how you experience Bloom's surfacing memory.
Books mentioned in this topic
Let the Great World Spin (other topics)James Joyce's Ulysses: Critical Essays (other topics)