"Cashel Boyle O'Connor Fitzmaurice Tisdall Farrell

walked as far as Mr Lewis Werner's cheerful windows, then turned and strode back along Merrion Square, his stickumbrelladustcoat dangling." (p. 246)

This chap keeps showing up along Joyce's Dublin streets. I'm not quite sure who he is, and what he's all about, but he keeps making appearances and is always referred to by his full name. And I'm not exactly sure what a "stickumbrelladustcoat" is, but I sort of like it. The entire novel is having that effect on me--I'm not sure what it's all about, but I'm having a good time. Imagine riding a tourist bus in an exotic city with a guide speaking in an incomprehensible tongue and you'll get the picture. The scenery and is fresh and interesting even if you can't make heads or tails of it.