The book {Joyce's "Ulysses"} can just as well be read backwards, for it has no back and no front, no top and no bottom. Everything could easily have happened before, or might have happened afterwards. You can read any of the conversations just as pleasurably backwards, for you don't miss the point of the gags. Every sentence is a gag, but taken together they make no point. You can also stop in the middle of a sentence--the first half still makes sense enough to live by itself, or at least seems to. The whole work has the character of a worm cut in half, that can grow a new head or a new tail as required.
by C.G. Jung
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C.G. Jung notes that Joyce's "Ulysses" offers a unique reading experience, as it lacks a defined beginning or end. This flexibility allows readers to approach the text from various angles, making it possible to enjoy the conversations in reverse without losing the essence of the humor. Each sentence stands alone as a gag, contributing to a larger, though seemingly aimless, tapestry of ideas.

The structure of the novel resembles a worm that can regenerate itself; one can stop mid-sentence and still derive meaningful insights from it. This quality invites readers to engage with the text in innovative ways, highlighting the fluidity of meaning and the non-linear nature of Joyce's narrative.

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