This peculiar spectacle

“So he collected like a cistern in his youth the last stagnant pumpings of Victorian Anglo-Irish life. This he held steadfastly intact for fifteen years or more – then when he was ripe, as it were, he discharged it, in a dense mass, to his eternal glory. That was Ulysses.” - Wyndham Lewis, Time and Western Man, Book I, ch. XVI, p. 93.