My Own Private Ulysses: Arguing for Centuries
“I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of ensuring one’s immortality.”
- James Joyce on Ulysses (allegedly), Ellmann 521
I have zero desire to be kept busy arguing any longer than it takes to play Wordle. Especially, by a mad Irish genius who carried panties around in his pocket.
But I am down to play Ulysseordle, Telemachordle, Nestordle, Proteordle, Odyssyordle, Calypsordle, Loturdle Eatordler, Hadeordle, Aeolordle, Lestrygordle, Cashordle Boylordle O’Connordle Fitzmaurodle Tisdordlle Farrordlle, Scyllordle andordle Charybdordle, Wordleing Rordle, Sirordles, Cyclopordle, Hokopokordle Harakirordle, Nausicoordle, definitely Gertyordle MacDordle, even Oxordle of the Surdle, Spermatozordle, Circeodle, or Nighttordle for all you Nabokovordle Homerphobordlers, Nostosordle, Eumaeordle, Ithacordle, Penelopordle, Bloomordle, Throwawayordle, McYertle the Turtledovordle, that Lankylookordle Galootordle over there in the Macintordle.
And someday maybe Finnegordle Wakordle.
What’s in your pocket?