Abstract
As my title’s playful use of Molly Bloom’s response to Leopold Bloom’s explanation of metempsychosis (the transmigration of souls) indicates, I shall stress — as I do in my recent study Reading Joyce’s ‘Uiysses’1— that Ulysses is a readable novel rather than an elaborate puzzle or a Rosetta Stone or a hieroglyph (U.64; IV.343).2 Indeed, there is a danger that the study of Ulysses has become like ground that has been farmed for so long that it now only supports exotic crops like persimmons.KeywordsSecret SharerDiary EntryLyrical ModeLyrical FigureMajor FigureThese keywords were added by machine and not by the authors. This process is experimental and the keywords may be updated as the learning algorithm improves.
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