What Book am I?

You're Ulysses!
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
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I find this particularly hilarious because of the following:

a) I'm just about to finish Ulysseus for the first time.
b) I just started a vulgar blog.
c) In case you are wondering about Ulysseus, the last chapter when Joyce does the stream of consciousness of the female is the only really juicy part. In reflecting on the outrage the book caused, I'm beginning to think that it was he made the woman so sexual that scandalized people, not the sex itself.