It is the understood hallmark of a good book that when one reaches its end, one is sad that it cannot continue on. I don’t know if anyone ever felt this way at finishing Ulysses, I certainly did not. Indeed, from its very first pages, I felt that I would never be more relieved in all of my life than when I reached its last word. I knew this would be the case going in, but now that I am safely out of it, I am pleased to stand among the very small company of readers, living or