Weggebobbles and fruit 136

I couldn't help but post this quote..."His eyes followed the high figure in homespun, beard and bicycle, a listening woman at his side. Coming from the vegetarian. Only weggebobbles and fruit. Don't eat a beefsteak. If you do the eyes of that cow will pursue you through all eternity." hehe, I'm spent, I could die happy. Oh and, "Why do they call that thing they gave me nutsteak?" -136 I suppose I could think of a few interesting answers to that question...

This chapter, The Lestrygonians, I suppose is somewhat about cannibalism, but I don't really think it's that simple. I guess I saw more of barbarism in general, as in the section where he enters The Burton to eat and is repelled by the occupants' nasty eating habbits, even though, I must say, his eating habbits are a little bit gruesome as well. One quote that caught my eye: "That fellow ramming a knifeful of cabbage down as if his life depended on it. Good stroke. Give me the fidgets to look. Safer to eat from his three hands. Tear it limb from limb. Second nature to him." -139. In the section about the Lestrygonians in The Odyssey, these people do basically the same thing, but they tear one of Ulysses' men limb from limb. Barbarism, plain and not so simple. "Eat or be eaten. Kill! Kill!"

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So, considering the first quote, I guess all of my musings are corpse of Ulysses. Taken into consideration, left to sit and presented as a half-decomposed idea about an extremely complicated book. My ideas will be consisted of alot of reaching around in the dark, but I suppose that is the nature of reading this...book? I'm starting to be unsure of that word. "Nature abhorrs a vacuum", so I guess I'll let these thoughts continue to decompose in open air, hoping one of the corpses falls with a resounding thud.

Corpse of Ulysses

"A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk."

Brilliant. I laughed out loud in the silent section of the library (no laughter, only silence), much to the other occupants' chagrin. Bloom has an endlessly entertaining mind and I love listening. Now I'm in the blowhard chapter, hearing all about everything and much about nothing. "Fuit Ilium. The sack of windy Troy. Kingdoms of this world. The masters of the Mediterranean are fellaheen today." -Professor MacHugh. Or as I would translate it, "the sack of windy Telegraph employees". (Ben helped with this to no end...Aeolus-the God of Wind, oh right and thank you).