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"Reading the end of James Joyce's Ulysses when Molly Bloom is remembering is erotic because she gives permission, gives up and gives way, and this is always exciting and interesting because it is personal, not impersonal. Isn't it strange that looking at little abstract symbols on a white page can make a person feel susch things? I see her in his arms. I am in his arms. I remember your arms."
Siri Hustvedt, in Living, thinking, looking - essays