Status Updates From Ulysses

my mom and I are starting a 12 week long seminar where we read Ulysses and a 40-something gay guy from p-town explains it to us on zoom while vaping and advertising his joes pub cabaret shows

Gado do Sol: a coisa mais estranha e difícil que já li na minha vida; tem momentos legais, mas, em geral, é meio jogado e super distoante

Wandering Rocks was incredible. What a book.

-- Bottle Out there, say. Fifty yards measured. Eggs on the bottles. Cocks his gun over his shoulder. Aims.

[ . . . ]

-- Pom, he then shouted once.

The entire audience waited, anticipating an additional detonation, there being still a further egg.

-- Pom, he shouted twice.

Egg two evidently demolished, he nodded and winked, adding bloodthirstily:

Buffalo Bill shoots to kill,
Never misse nor he never will.

Accordingly his first act was with characteristic sangfroid to order these commodities quietly. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores, or whatever they were, after a cursory examination, turned their eyes, apparently dissatisfied, away, though one redbearded bibulous individual, a portion of whose hair was greyish, a sailor, still stared for some appreciable time before transferring his rapt attention to the floor.