i'm glad that the pulitzer people finally figured out that fiction sucks. somebody made that shit up. naw fiction can be good and amusing and absorbing. all you professors have to stop pretending it can transform lives though. i know you had a big experience with catcher in the rye when you were 14 and realized that life sucks (something tells me you'd have realized that anyway eventually). but really it's ok for entertainment to be entertaining without being the meaning of life. ulysses changed human consciousness forever, or at least seventeen people's consciousness for a few hours, insofar as staring at ink stains is a different conscious experience than not, and staring at these ink stains a different conscious experience than staring at those. we'll get by until next year without a pulitzer winner.