As I dig deeper into Ulysses I realize that fuck all I'm not that good at what I do. Oh, sure, I love to write, but when I examine and pull away the complexities of James Joyce it just reminds me how pale I compare. Of course, that is a idiotic thing to compare to, it's Joyce, it would be like comparing a line doodle to Rembrandt.
This comparison hammers home the point that I'm not cool. The cool kids don't think about how they stand up to Joyce. Maybe I should compare myself to Dean Koontz...I'm fairly sure I can trash his work in my sleep.
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