8:33 am
The Sound is a mirror today, at least while the sun break lasts. But I can see now the clouds are beginning to cover the sun, slowly wholly and the water’s morning peace is turning dim. I sang for her while she was dying. Her door was open and I sang so she could hear until she cried and I went to her. The words she said made her cry, love’s bitter mystery. I was silent. The Sound from here is a bowl of bitter waters. Where now?
I have the book Ulysses Annotated, and to me, it is more intimidating than the book! It doesn’t have the text of the book in it, by the way. It is a farily thick book that just explains all the many obscure references on each page of the original book. And many of the references make you feel as if you should have read not only the original Odyssey but also Hamlet, the Bible, and every other book in creation (it seems) before even trying to get all Joyce’s references. So my feeling about it is, just try to enjoy it as is, because otherwise you could be working on it forever!!!