So I came across the quiz below at Age 30 A Year of Books and decided I’d try it. So here’s what book I am:
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.
Like Heather, I haven’t read the book which I’m supposed to be, even though I do have a copy of it, of course. What bibliophile doesn’t have a copy of Ulysses on his/her shelf? I’m not sure about the vulgarity part as I’ve been trying to tone down my language, dammit. 😉 And naturally I could ramble on for about five hours about this topic of vulgarity, but will cut this short, which makes me wonder if really I am like Joyce, after all.