Welcome one and all to Monday and my weekly Ulysses reading update! Sorry, a bit much there. I’ll tone it down a little.

I read Episode 4, also known as “Calypso” on Saturday. Why, does anyone know, are these called episodes and not chapters like in normal books?

Episode 4 performs a complete switcheroo in tone and voice and, well, pretty much everything. Just when I was getting used to Stephen’s head I am now in Leopold Bloom’s head. It is a real jolt. I have gone from poetic meanderings to animal organs and shit. I was completely grossed out through most of this chapter.

Those of you have have been visiting for awhile probably know that I am a vegan. Imagine for a moment what reading the first paragraph was like:

Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod’s roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

Yum, yum! Even if I ate meat, I am sure I would be pretty ill after reading this. And, I dunno, but “a fine tang of faintly scented urine” doesn’t exactly sound lip-smacking good. I mean, would you order a dish from a restaurant if it was accompanied by such a description?

And it isn’t just the first paragraph. Nearly the entire chapter is filled with meat. And it turns out, Bloom is a bit of a lech. He goes to the butcher to get some kidneys for breakfast and ogles the woman in line in front of him. Then he makes his purchase as fast he can so he can

catch up and walk behind her [...] moving hams. Pleasant to see first thing in the morning.

But the butcher takes too long and poor Bloom has to go home and back to Molly who is still lounging in bed. Later, women with fat legs are described as “beef to the heels.”

After Bloom cooks and eats his kidney, he takes a stroll to the public toilet where we are treated to his thoughts as he reads an old paper and has a bowel movement. Then he tears off a piece of a prize-winning story from the paper and uses it to clean himself. It is a sort of “take that!” moment. A far cry from last week’s “greengoldenly lagoons,” but still poetic in its own way.

Bloom emerges from the toilet to a bright sunny sky and church bells ringing the time. He is attending a funeral later in the day but doesn’t know at what time. I don’t know whose funeral it is, but I suppose I will find out in due time. And have I mentioned time? Because this is all happening in one day so time is important, I think, just haven’t figured out how yet.