Oh yes James Joyce's Ullysses. Only thing I haven't read of his is Finnigan's Wake. Perhaps Ullysses's flow of consciousness put me off of it. Enjoyed Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man and Dubliners though. Now then...on a similar level, William Burroughs' The Naked Lunch, The Ticket That Exploded, The Soft Machine and The Wild Boys, for some reason I ploughed my way through all of them. All using Brion Gysin's cut up technique. Every now and then you'd get a good few paragrahs that were rather amusing but as a novel way of writing a novel, complete and utter bollocks and bordering on homo-erotic pornography. Enjoyed Junky though but that was without the cut up technique and all the better for it.