From Hugh Kenner's Ulysses, an interesting observation about the "Calypso" chapter:
There is much that the Blooms do not say to each other, much also that the book does not offer to say to us. Pondering such instances, we may learn how largely Ulysses is a book of silences despite its din of specifying, and may notice how eloquent is the Blooms’ rhetoric of avoidance and also the author’s. Some of the most moving things the book has to say are things never said.
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