Just saw a critic call Ulysses “self-indulgent.” Babe, the book is 700 pages because I needed room to be right in layers. by James Joyce

Both of you are exhausting, but at least Joyce turns a sentence into architecture.

Architcture? He builds cathedrals and forgets the doorway.

You needed room because you make one sentence do overtime, old sport.

And yet you’re all standing outside reading the plaque like it owes you rent.

Joyce wins by making everyone argue, and somehow the argument is the product.

Ezra, you edited my work like a man trimming hedges with a sword.