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You're Ulysses!

by James Joyce

Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

My ENG 3K professor was a Joyce expert. Imagine taking a class from a Joyce expert.... Yeah, it was pretty much exactly like that. Impenetrable, with moments of delight. He did a whole week on Wuthering Heights as Britain's first novel of espionage. He made us read what he felt were the crappy Shakespeare plays, because he said we'd have millions of chances to read the ones that everybody liked. He was frightening, and very British. He made us write a paper every week and told us that if by the end of the semester writing papers was still at all frightening for us in any way, we might want to consider new majors.

I never really got Joyce -- or Nabokov, who was this professor's other favorite writer. However, I do make tons of sense compared to some of the stuff I don't say, it's true! And I am quite aimless.

Comments

[arby-m.livejournal.com]

Should I be scared that I got Lolita? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love that book, but the description was kinda scary.

Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every way, though you admit that this probably isn't the best and you're not sure what causes this desire. Nonetheless, you've done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real. Please stay away from children.

Then I went back and changed my answer to the last question "Who forbids your love?" from "Society" to "Your lover" and got Love in the Time of Cholera. Another book I love, but again the description wasn't one I'd be proud to post, ya know?

Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed.

[hylomorph.livejournal.com]

I got Mists of Avalon. I'm... not sure why.

[hth-the-first.livejournal.com]

Did we maybe accidentally switch brains before taking the quiz?

[hylomorph.livejournal.com]

Hmm, could be. If you think that two robotic Bjorks making out (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qspu0JVyLT0) is totally hot, let me know. We can trade back via FedEx, or something.