>I believe him, the man was a genius. But I’m this case he was so devious that very few people can fully appreciate his genius.

The thing is that a genius writing a book to let the world know how much of a genius he is doesn't do much good to anyone other than their ego.

Hugo, Dickens, Twain, the russians, they were all geniuses.

>Fuck if I know. I didn't understand it. I understood parts, and many of the words, and even whole sentences, but I had no idea what was happening. There isn't a story, or a plot, it's just...lots of words. a guy goes to a museum, Finnegan dies from falling off a ladder, a guy gets arrested or beaten up in a park by soldiers, there's a battle, lots of nautical and ships on sea stuff, there's a story of a grasshopper and an ant, there's a question and answer type play.....these are some of the things i "understood." It's like listening to a radio in the mountains with bad reception and constantly changing the channels, you get bits and pieces here and there, a word or phrase here and there, but nothing overall coherent.

That's EXACTLY what it felt like reading Ulysses, or rather half of it until I gave up.

The funny thing is that there were parts in the book that were very clever, like a scene in a newspaper (iirc) presented in articles or some wonderful prose, that was classic in quality.

And then the rest of the book is just ...stuff to test how annoyed you can get but keep on reading.