Every year I started Ulysses, but I could not get beyond the first chapter - "stately, plump Buck Mulligan" - page 47, I think it was. Then one day, long after, in a different apartment, with a different man (which?), I found myself on page 48 and never looked back. This happened with many of us: Ulysses gradually - but with an effect of suddenness - became accessible. It was because in the interim we had been reading diluted Joyce in writers like Faulkner and so had got used to his ways, at second remove.