Sounds good

James Joyce called white wine electricity and red wine meat. He drank large amounts of white acc. Richard Ellmann, his indispensible biographer.

There is a game among friends, a contest to see who can read Ulysses in the fewest attempts (and without Ellmann) and write in one hundred words or less a coherent plot summary. The winner won with seven, a lucky number.

Sam Beckett noted of Finnegans Wake, the inevitable clarity of the old articulation. Joyce's bro Stanislaus called Finneganns an incomprehensible night book. There's a key to the book by none other than Joseph Campbell, a case in which the key is larger than the book it purports to unlock. The two cannot be balanced on one's knees.

It's astonishing how many people employ the phrase, sounds good in response to a verbal proposal of one kind or another. As in, let's read Finneganns Wake.

Sounds good.