ABSTRACT
These reflections are, perhaps, irrelevant. At that time my admiration for Ulysses was ardent and unadulterated, and, as a budding publisher, my dearest ambition was to publish something, anything, by THE GREATEST EXPATRIATE…James Joyce himself, great artist as he is, has never had but one thing to say, and so has been forced into experimentalism by the inner necessity to say it again and again, but in different ways. But how well worth saying it is and what a vast and poluphloisboisterous writer is Joyce!…
