"...I am by now used to readers who insist that my prose is so
polyvocal that I speak or write hypertext, even (or especially) each time
that I am certain I have finally, like a line upon water, written a clear
version" (4).
Indeed, Joyce's words as images cycle and recycle on top of one another
to form a richly layered design of thought. He talks of this style as
being aggravating to some and enabling to others. I found it to be both.
At some points the layers repelled my attempts to connect with the
knowledge buried deep within the wildly reeling, yet somehow uniformly
closed lines of text. On other pages I found myself boosted again and
again to seemingly higher circles as previous words found different
energy in new surroundings.