Fifteen days in now, and I’m at page 414. The going was great till about page 365, when the text suddenly morphed into early modern English, but I managed to fight my way through it; I didn’t read English at university, so I consider this quite an achievement on my part.
The most important thing to note at this stage is that I have passed the half-way mark, so am well on course to complete my challenge before the month’s end. And oh yes, for the most part, I’m enjoying it too. I’m sure that Joyce would rather I read simply for the pleasure of it, but as far as I’m concerned it’s either this way or not reading it at all. Sorry, James.