I’m 70 percent through James Joyce’s Ulysses. I’m currently reading the chapter written like a play script. I drift in and out of understanding what’s happening.
What other things am I 70 percent through or of?
My life? I’m 60. Sixty is seventy percent of what? Six hundred divided by seven is what? About 85. I don’t think so. My plan is to be dead by 72. Save the taxpayers money.
I’m seventy percent through my holiday? Probably.
I’m seventy percent sane. But that is because the proportion of the population in Northern North America is about 50 percent on the side of demons and silliness.
I’m seventy percent of what I want to be? Most definitely not even close. Worldly twenty percent. Catholicismly. forty percent. The latter is more important. The former is not added to the latter.
So I have ten books currently in my daily reading file on my iPhone.
I should do a trial of Andis Kaulins in the style of James Joyce.
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