Today is Bloomsday, the day that James Joyce's Ulysses took place in 1904. Sip (I'm enjoying a pint of Guinness right now). Ulysses is an amazing achievement, moving through various literary styles as Stephen Dedalus moves through Dublin. I've never been to Dublin (hopefully someday...) but the amazingly descriptive novel paints a picture that resonates. Joyce invented one of my favourite words that works on so many levels: "alcoherently", but in Finnegan's Wake, which I've only dipped in to from time to time. Tonight I think that I'll start to read Ulysses again.