yet, even here, there is a puzzle, a strange, unplaceable something which doesn't quite fit with that account of the gradual driving out of the reader and the suggestion of a steady shift towards the rare and the difficult, for i would guess that anyone not put off in advance by suspicion or hearsay, anyone that is who has got as far as dipping into ulysses, say, will have come hard up against things that are startlingly, even discomfortingly, recognisable.