Pillowed on my coat she  had her hair, earwigs in the heather scrub my hand under her nape, you’ll toss me all. O wonder! Coolsoft with ointments her hand touched me, caressed: her eyes upon me did not turn away. Ravished over her I lay, full lips full open, kissed her mouth. Yum.  Softly she gave me in my mouth the seedcake warm and chewed. Mawkish pulp her mouth mumbled sweetsour of her spittle. Joy: I ate it: joy. Young life, her lips that gave me pouting. Soft warm sticky gumjelly lips. Flowers her eyes were, take me, willing eyes. Pebble fell. She lay still. A goat. No-one. High on Ben Howth rhododendrons a nannygoat walking surefooted, dropping currants. Screened under ferns, she laughed warmfolded. Wildly I lay on her, kissed her: her eyes,  her lips, her stretched neck beating, woman’s breasts full in her blouse of nun’s veiling, fat nipples upright. Hot I tongued her. I was kissed. All yielding she tossed my hair.  Kissed, she kissed me.

From “Ulyses,” by  James Joyce

The author goes berserk to describe the lovemaking scene of Leopold Bloom, the main protagonist, who reminisces about his early relationship with his now unfaithful wife.  Joyce puts together a waterfall of thoughts filled with passionate sex by using disconnected ideas, neologisms,   reversal of sentences, outlandish punctuation, vivid sensual images. It reminds me of Picasso’s abstract paintings or Salvador Dali’s melting metal images.   It is pure abstract writing.  This book was first published in 1922. It is not surprising that it was considered obscene and prohibited in this country for a long time.