Recovered

I am over the flu. I feel so good that I wonder if I died overnight and was resurrected into incorruptible flesh. Apart from my brain tissue. For ULYSSES is back to being pretty much incomprehensible, at least in the section I'm in. I'd quote a short passage from Bloom's restaurant scene, where he is being serenaded by a pianist and singer and being tortured by a dyslexic muse as he gives us his inner thoughts, but why should I?

Actually, I can pretty much follow each individual sentence. It's the stringing together of them that causes me problems. A form of dyslexia--can I call it ulysslexia?