See it in your face. See it in your eye. Lazy idle little schemer.

Hey, it's Bloomsday. Yes I said yes I will Yes! I'm celebrating by plowing through a little more of the book at a protracted, Joyce-like pace. Today's assignment: Karl Marx and History. I love that song!



As far as I know, Marx only gets one mention in Ulysses, as Bloom taunts the anti-Semitic "Citizen" in a pub:

Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. And the Saviour was a jew and his father was a jew. Your God.

Anyway, back to work corralling my insatiable appetite for tangent. But I could talk about leftist punk rock and Joyce and Lacanian psychoanalysis and somehow tie in Stalin's "Marxism and Problems of Linguistics"! No, no you can't. Now write that damn transition into that discussion of Nietzsche's concept of Eternal Recurrence already!