I don’t have anything of substance today—I’ve been off reading Marisha Pessl’s Special Topics in Calamity Physics—but, while digging around for something to litblog about, I found this short, fun book quiz.

You’re Ulysses by James Joyce.

Most people are convinced that you don’t make any sense, but compared to what else you could say, what you’re saying now makes tons of sense. What people do understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile, you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.

That’s strangely accurate, though I wouldn’t agree with the “brilliant” aspect.