Not Re-Joyce-ing

I'm going to come out and say it right now: James Joyce sucks. Highly over-rated, bombastic, beat-you-over-the-head crap. I powered through about 40 more pages last night in an effort of supreme will. About a dozen or more of those pages were given over to describing Hell. Ok, I get it. And I get that you're showing how Stephen became afraid of the sins of the flesh because he didn't want to go to hell. I think four pages would have more than sufficed. Sheesh.