My copy of Ulysses is an old Modern Library hardcover, published in 1942. It has seen better days. I first read it four or five years ago with the aid of Harry Blamires’ The New Bloomsday Book, and while I hope to soon read it again, any potential rereadings are forestalled until I can get my hands on a paperback copy that won’t crumble as soon as it’s opened like my current edition.

