Where to begin? I allegedly read this book around 1982. There are some marks on the pages (p. 190: "Bosh! Stephen said rudely. A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discover.")
This time, though, I spent some real time on it, having also read Dubliners and Portrait and Ellmann's magnificent biography.
Findings:
Stephen Daedalus is much less annoying and pious here than in Portrait. Of course, he's drunk a great deal of the time here, too.
Found "The Oxen of the Sun" section deeply annoying.
Found the "Circle" playlet to be magnificent.

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