The Sirens chapter begins with an aural montage, a snappy prelude of chatter and music recurring later in the chapter, reminding me of an Edgar Wright film, but for ears. And even though I am sometimes at a loss as to what Joyce is on about, I am aware of that “flow endearing flow over skin lips human heart and spine.”
The sound should seem an echo of the sense. Alexander Pope, 1711
How fitting to have Boylan on the horn. Cheeky.